#i fucking hate redneck states

[boothyghost]

I just want it to be known that if we both adopted a pet rabbit, mine would solo yours in a scrap.

i'm pretty sure the pet food in my city is at least 56% meth which is why i order dog food online

anyway what i'm saying is i could probably just buy some locally and then you're fucked

#meth is great for sports #and rabbit fights #yeehaw chicken 🤠 #god bless america #i fucking hate redneck states #i live in one

[wh0relibrarian]

pretty thing

full fic based on this

just a few headcanons while I start working on a longer piece (I’m back home for the holidays and the idea of Sukuna being from the deep south has me frothing at the mouth)

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, just slight innuendos, reader is in her early 20s and sukuna is in his 30s, not reallyyy canon at all!! so don’t expect accurate information on his past, also, not his true form. don’t hate me!

word count: 913

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Southern!Sukuna who was born and raised in the deep south by a loving, yet distant mother. His father was never in the picture, but it’s okay, because Sukuna quickly learned that it would be his job to take care of his mother and little brother. This was no problem for him.

Southern!Sukuna who has always been a hard worker. Eventually, he’d come to run his own construction company. He’d been working his way up the ladder since he was eighteen. Now in his thirties he believes he should start doing something other than work. Maybe linger around a bar or two, see what “Tinder” is all about.

Southern!Sukuna who goes away on a business trip, never being the one to fly, but it was necessary for an upcoming project he had up north. One thing about Sukuna, he’ll always rep his home state. He’ll always have a shirt with the (insert a southern state) flag on it, if not a matching hat, it’ll be one from Bass Pro Shops. His entire body is tattooed from neck to ankle. He’s been getting them for years and they make his complexion look like silk. He takes incredibly good care of his skin, he has to in his line of work.

Southern!Sukuna who sees you eyeing him from his peripheral vision. You tried to be subtle, looking away as soon as his eyes would meet yours, but he caught you each time. You just couldn’t help yourself, the man was beautiful. You couldn’t help think what on earth a fucking cowboy was doing on this side of the country. Sure, you were going back to your hometown for the winter but there’s no way his reasoning was the same. He was visibly older, and no man with family up north looks that redneck. You had to know more about him, but oh god, you’d never actually approach him. 

Southern!Sukuna who walks up behind you while you wait for your bag to drop from baggage claim, as was he. It startled you, mainly because you swore he was just waving at someone waiting for him outside, you thought he was gone already; so when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you expect it to be your mother who was supposed to be waiting for you in the parking lot. When you turn around and see a 5 '8 man (short king, but taller than me) looking down at you with wide eyes you can’t help but jump back. He didn’t mean to startle you, he just wanted to know what a pretty thing like you was doing in his neck of the woods. 

“I ain’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he reaches out his right hand from his pocket to give you a handshake, you reciprocate of course, still in awe that he’s speaking to you. “Was just wonderin’ what a pretty thing like you was doin’ in my neck of the woods.” His southern drawl was thick, and smooth. The way his words reverberated off his tongue sent heat waves straight to your cunt. 

Southern!Sukuna asks for your number, just so he can check on his favorite city girl throughout the holiday. After a short conversation, he learned that you were really only here for family. No relationship, no notable friendships, simply spending the next four weeks in what seemed like an all expense paid nature getaway. He didn’t want you to be lonely, claiming that he’d check on you every now and then to see how you were doing, maybe take you out at some point if you were up to it. You still couldn’t believe the exchange, he invaded your personal space with the most intoxicating scent— some type of deep musk he clearly used to cover the underlying smell of cigarettes. 

Southern!Sukuna who thought about you for days. You were unlike anything he’d laid eyes on. The first thing that stuck out was your hair. Thick and curly, not falling below your ears, but in the most gorgeous afro he’d ever seen. The ends were pink and he couldn’t help but think you both were meant to be, since his entire head was a light pink shade. Your skin looked so smooth, you smelled like clean laundry and strawberries. Maybe some type of sugary substance too. He pondered on all of these things for days, just aching for you to text him how bored you were, how you wanted to spend some time with him.

Southern!Sukuna who damn near fell out when he got a notification on his phone.

[phone]

Hey :) it’s the girl you met at the airport. I just realized I never got your name? I never told you mine either, lol, I’m ____.

You anticipated his response, thinking for a second that maybe you said too much. Surely an older guy like him doesn’t want to text like this. But then—

[phone]

Hey, sweetheart. Such a pretty name. Sorry for not properly introducing myself before, I’m Sukuna.

#📕 my books #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk men #sukuna smut #black reader #x black fem reader #jjk sukuna #i love southern sukuna #like omg #him in a cowboy hat #sukuna x black reader

[cultofdixon]

Knowing Enough for Her

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Dixon’s Little Sister!Reader / Mute!Reader • Hints of Caryl • If you asked Merle, he thinks you’re mute because of the shit you witness your dad do to your brothers. Daryl thinks you’ve always been that way, which is correct. Honestly, you didn’t mind it. Even in the end of the world…but some moments made you wish you could just scream off the top of your lungs your frustrations • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Abuse

Requested by: Anon

NEXT

“The cop is gettin’ frustrated with y’all” Merle makes the comment quick to draw his siblings’ attentions toward Shane who was arguing with Dale about letting them into their group.

“You sure it ain’t your bitchass?” Daryl snaps at Merle who gave him an eye roll as a response. He felt Y/N tug on his shirt for his attention as she started to sign toward him.

Shane scoffs pinching the bridge of his nose. “If she’s deaf, she can cause problems. Kill herself maybe”

“Shane I wouldn’t—-“

“What? Bring a bunch of rednecks and a disable into our group?” Shane turned toward the group once again but up close was Y/N as she suddenly socks the cop in the face knocking him on the ground.

The cop stumbles to the ground making the man he was talking to step back. Dale quickly looks at Y/N seeing the rage radiate off of her person as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Not deaf. I’m just gonna assume and say mute?” He tilts his head with a questioning look waiting for Y/N to inevitably nod as her tense composure relaxed. “Alright. Now that that’s clarified, we’d love to have yea. Uhm. Just…leave him down there” he states directing them toward their camp as Merle approaches the cop who was stunned on the ground while his siblings went head.

“I wouldn’t fuck with my sis, pig” Merle laughs picking up the pace to catch up with them.

So you’re gonna go on this dangerous run into the town? Could it be a ploy to get rid of you? Y/N frowns signing to Merle as he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him to that last part.

“They wouldn’t survive if they tried to kill me”

“Can’t hold it against them” Daryl scoffs. “Watch your back, man. We may hate you too but—“ Y/N smacked Daryl in the chest. “Your family. We want yea back in one piece”

I can go with him Y/N states to Daryl as he shakes his head. He’ll be safer with another one of us

I don’t give a flying fuck. Merle is a big boy he’ll be fine Daryl frowns signing to his sister who grew frustrated instantly. “You’re staying here”

“Y’all know I know sign right?”

Everyone is listening Y/N points with her eyes to the few that would watch them talk with sign language and when they got noticed, they’d turn away. This shit isn’t foreign.

Don’t get feisty. I will be fine, kid Merle scoffs, still awful with his signing but it was enough for Y/N to understand. “Yer gonna go on the hunt with Daryl. I’m going on the Atlanta run. Nothing can go wrong”

Then of course, Merle didn’t come back. But another cop did.

Y/N watches her brother go off on the poor guy after he had just reunited with his wife and son. She watches as Shane turns toward her looking for her to stop Daryl’s outburst toward his best friend Rick. But if she could speak, she’d expose what she sees in the trees.

“Stop your brother!”

The youngest Dixon met him with silence but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a plan.

Shane groans as the situation started to escalate and before either cops could get a hand on Daryl. Y/N suddenly came forward and pinched a nerve to make her brother instantly drop to avoid him landing a shot with his knife.

“Thank you” Rick thanks Y/N as she nods before going to Dale writing in the air knowing that would tell him to get her something to write with.

It took some time to get Daryl to calm down as he was now mad at his sister for what she did. Y/N wrote on the pad of paper with Rick and Shane on either side of her.

Is Merle dead?

“No, just chained to a roof”

Is it easy to get there?

“Also no, Atlanta is infested with the dead that we can’t risk going back in there”

“But I can find us a way” Glenn chimes in getting two concerning looks and Y/N’s curious one. “We have to plan this out though.”

“If that’s the case we can also grab the weapons I left behind” Rick adds only for Lori to protest the possibility of actually losing her husband.

Daryl finally calmed down enough to join the planning process as Y/N taps him giving him a concerning look.

If they won’t help us, we’ll do this ourselves Y/N signs but Daryl’s facial expression gave away to the rest of what she told him.

“What’d she say?”

“I’ll agree with her. We’ll take care of it ourselves if yea don’t—-“

“Nah. We ain’t risking lives. If there’s a way? We’ll do it.” Rick insisted and left to talk to Lori about such.

Once it came time to preparing to leave, Y/N got in the hull of the truck with Daryl as she had her axe strapped to her back watching Rick and Shane talk.

You think he’ll tell his friend?

“Nah. Hell I wouldn’t if I did” Daryl scoffs only for his sister to smack him. Why do you care?

We act on emotions. No one really uses their brain anymore. Y/N frowns. Merle must’ve asked for a death wish. Dumb bitch acts more than thinks

He better be okay Daryl frowns signing that last bit as Y/N takes his hand into hers.

But not finding Merle was just the start. Then the outbreak in the camp. And it continued going down hill…

After helping her drunk brother to their room, Y/N went back to the common room of the CDC hearing Shane’s voice and the heat in such toward who she can only assume to be Lori. Even if the girl had no booze in her system, she had to help a friend out.

Before Shane could even lay a hand on Lori is when the door suddenly flew open and Y/N stumbles forward to the couch. She gave out short laughs or what sounds like puffs of air that could mimic such.

“She had a bit too much” Shane rolls his eyes as Lori shoved him away from her before helping Y/N by wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “We were talking”

“I’m taking care of her” Lori’s glares shot like daggers through his chest as she directs Y/N out of the room.

Once the two were alone in the hallway for a short moment, Y/N straightens herself out which confused Lori but she watches her face grow in concern resting a hand on her arm.

“Am I okay?” Lori asks watching her nod as she couldn’t be happier that she had someone who cared for her, even without knowing everything in its entirety. “I’m good. Thanks to you”

Y/N smiles warmly. Good she signs seeing the confusion grow but given what Lori just said.

“Good?” Lori smiles as she nods happily before making sure she got back to her room with her family.

When the CDC was a blow, literally, and the group was a back on the road. Y/N was in the car with Lori, Carl, Carol, and Sophia as she started to teach the kids a few signs with the same pad and pen given to her from Dale. The four started to get the hang of it, the moms more than the kids.

Especially when Y/N signed to Carol that she was going to go look for her daughter. Even if she ended up finding her brother injured along the way. To add more to his state, the two standing close to one another looking like undead blobs in a crosshair to an idiot who’s never shot a hunting rifle before.

“Y/N, we’ve got him” Rick reassures holding him up gesturing for Shane to help hold him up on the other side in place of Y/N.

Clearly the guys helping never “heard” a mute person before but still felt awful listening to Y/N’s crying as it sounded more painful than a regular cry.

“He’ll be okay” Glenn reassures hugging the girl as she watches Dale and Andrea run over to the group which lead to him getting pushed and Y/N rushing Andrea.

“Jesus Christ!” Dale freaks out when Y/N tackled Andrea down to the dirt, pinning her down and not taking any hits on the woman. “Y/N she didn’t mean to”

Y/N just stared at Andrea ignoring Dale and given the ones not carrying Daryl weren’t breaking the two up. They knew she was trying to teach Andrea something but it was never going to get through to her.

A few hours went by and Carol came into the room Daryl was resting in with dinner for him and to thank him for looking for her daughter. But to add…

“Your sister went back out there. Followed your footsteps…more carefully…to figure out more. But given you found something of Sophia’s. You both are doing so much for me that I don’t want you to risk yourself”

“No one should feel that pain of losing somebody…”

“Then don’t let Y/N feel such. I like her” Carol smiles kissing the archer’s temple before leaving the room.

Everything seems to escalate in the apocalypse. Sophia had met her fate too soon, Carol was heartbroken and Daryl was frustrated. Y/N knew not to get in the middle of Daryl’s outburst but he knew that she’d give him a new one to hurt a grieving mother’s feelings even further.

But his frustration turned when Hershel went missing, because so did Y/N.

The Dixon brothers can be idiots for acting on their emotions before even thinking. But their sister knows to think ahead.

Ahead being the attack on the bar that held Rick, Hershel, and Glenn. When Glenn went ahead and Rick thought he was shot, he quickly ran to his friend finding Y/N had pulled him out of the way just in time.

“How did we not see hear you coming?” Rick laughs relieved as she shrugs with a smile before pointing in the direction she was going to help give them a window of escape.

That act lead to Rick and Glenn finally gaining an interest in learning to sign. But that had to wait for their return with a hostage that didn’t really give anything useful except reveal that Shane was more psycho then they thought. And the farm was just as temporary as the CDC.

House hopping gave them time to learn more signing and for Y/N to grow close with everyone left. So the pain she endured when Lori died broke Daryl watching her sob. He didn’t hesitate to help in that split second as he and Maggie left to get formula and other necessities that’ll benefit the baby that was later named Judith.

“You stick close”

You be safe

Daryl nods continuing to follow the group into Woodbury with Y/N covering their backs. Saving Glenn and Maggie lead to be difficult especially when the one that hurt Glenn was their own blood.

Y/N had managed to get out of getting caught up in the trouble her brothers were now facing. But she helped Maggie and Rick get them out of there, even if the two were only trying to get Daryl out of there.

We can’t have him come back with us

He risked himself to help Daryl. Merle isn’t the same man you met back at Atlanta Y/N sighs at Rick who wasn’t going to have someone who worked for the enemy in their space.

Y/N. Think about the baby. We can’t have the Governor knocking on our door Rick frowns signing back as he really didn’t want to argue with Y/N about this.

He also knows what we are signing. Y/N crosses her arms as Rick turns to Merle who was only growing more annoyed. Ain’t good at it. But still. Regardless. He’s family

“HE CAN GET US KILLED” Rick suddenly yells at Y/N shocking all of them and without a second she shouted back. Sounding strangulated but it made it clear that he made a mistake yelling at her.

“Holy shit” Merle scoffs surprised that even came out of Y/N and in regards for him in that matter. “Look. I can help y’all take down Woodbury if shit ever hit the fan. Hell I can even be chained outside like a dog if it means—-“

“We don’t want you there” Glenn frowns still frustrated with what Merle did. Maggie held his arm keeping close and still worried about his injuries.

“Then…we’ll leave” Daryl states not letting any protests from the others who don’t want the good Dixons to leave.

Yet that didn’t last long and Merle could’ve seen it coming a mile away…but part of him was relieved they didn’t stick with him and he wasn’t going to let his family get hurt.

Even though the world keeps taking and Daryl came back to the prison with dried tears and horrible news to Y/N who could already know by the look in his eyes. She turned to Rick with tears in her eyes as she couldn’t even think of the words to say before looking at her feet then signing.

He has to pay.

And he did. The prison then got an infusion of the Woodbury folk and they started to make the place more of a home.

“I’m gonna go huntin’, wanna come or busy?” Daryl knew she was busy given his sister was currently holding baby Judith and listening to her soft coos that she happily expressed.

Don’t forget to check the snares Y/N signs with her focus still on the little baby but before he left her cell she tapped the metal bars to get his attention. Ask Carol to join you she signs with a smirk that was met with a scoff from her older brother.

“Your sister is in love with that baby”

“She’s always wanted to be a mom” Daryl lead the way to track down the rabbit he spotted tracks for with Carol happily joining him.

“But she doesn’t cuz she’s mute? That stops someone?”

“Stops her but Judith fills that void and I ain’t taking that away from her” Daryl knelt down by a snare handing Carol his crossbow for a second to untie the rabbit that was caught. “Make that stew of yours?”

“Let’s find another and then I’ll make your favorite” Carol smiles watching the heat meet the tip of his ears. “I’ll make it for you regardless of how many you get me”

“Hey uh” Daryl straightens up putting the rabbit in the bag. “Maybe we can do the late watch together instead of switchin’ off?”

Carol couldn’t help the excitement to rise in her chest as she nods with that signature smile of hers.

“Then hurry up Pookie.”

The good days were limited, when Carol disappeared and the illness took out a good handful of people with it’s hell and the undead’s involvement. Daryl knew Y/N took care of herself and was taking care of Judith, Carl, and Beth when the illness came through. Protecting them. Even if she didn’t get sick, she was the first person he had to check on once the medicine got into their people.

Carol will come back Y/N reassures with a smile as Daryl brought his arm around her shoulders bringing her in.

“Can I be honest?” Daryl frowns as she nods. “I don’t have a good feeling…”

There seems to be a pattern. The good then bad then good again. But next was bad and the Governor’s comeback was that.

As Daryl got Beth out of the prison hoping Y/N made it out safe, his anxiety was relieved when she ran into the two right before Beth was taken. Y/N felt awful as if everything happening to them was her fault…guess she shares that with Daryl. The silence between the two grew worse when they came in contact with the Claimers. Y/N didn’t want to sign in case any of them knew but by the looks of them, she really could’ve whenever she had a suspicion. But she thought Shane was insensitive toward her…this group was worse

Daryl woke one night with the Claimers to hear Y/N struggling. He was about to get up and knock the lights out of the guy when he was stopped. No leader in sight meant, they were going against his agreement of not laying a hand on her if he did whatever was asked.

“Stop! You’re hurting her”

“Just trying to get words outta her man” One of them laughs crushing her hand which only resulted in more screaming. “Wow she’s real good with no begging to stop”

“Yknow” Len, the one giving Daryl the most trouble, approaches and took her other hand into his. “We gotta go hard” then suddenly a loud crack was audible as he broke not one, but two of her fingers. Making Daryl break loose from one’s grasp and shoving the other into the guy to avoid being grabbed again as he grabbed Len.

Len was instantly tossed to the ground right as Daryl socked the other Claimer in the face finally letting go of Y/N as she knelt to the ground feeling her hands shake trying to get a look through the blur that her tears caused. But all she saw was bent out of place blobs and felt all the unbearable pain that made her scream for the rest of the night.

Which lead to Len’s death the next morning, done by Joe without a second thought. Daryl, bloody and bruised, took the tape he had to buddy tape her broken fingers after snapping them into place as it only brought more pain. He got a good look of the other hand as they were more of the cutting and brushing type with the other. Daryl watched as her hands shake but he couldn’t hold them to comfort her…that would only cause more pain. He took his rag out wrapping the other hand the best he could even if her tears continued to fall.

“They’ll pay” Daryl whispers only for Y/N to bonk her head against his causing a wince from him and his eyes to lock onto hers. “We gotta find the others quick”

Quick came but lead to another fight and Rick killing the one threatening him and the one trying to have his way with Carl. While Michonne takes out her handler and Y/N held her axe with the one hand with no broken fingers, taking out the one that dared lay a finger on her brother then the siblings took out the last two.

As morning came and Rick was talking about going to this Terminus to see if it’s actually safe or not what it is. He was going to ask Y/N if she’s seen any of their own before meeting with Daryl when he noticed what the Claimers had done.

“Fuckers…”

“You’re just gonna have to do all the talking” Daryl states, checking how bad the bruising was on her arms after taking a few hits during their fight on the road. “It’s a safe bet headin’ to this sanctuary”

“Maybe we’ll find the others”

Hopefully Y/N thought blinking away more tears as she sat on the ground for a bit given they’ve all been through hell. A few more minutes didn’t hurt anyone.

The group got to following the tracks to this Terminus and Daryl couldn’t help but check in on his sister even if it was met with tired and pained expressions. He knew what she meant by them.

When they reached Terminus, Daryl instructed Y/N to keep an eye out in case anything goes south. He doesn’t want to risk her life in there. But she was going to anyway.

Y/N heard the gun shots and right as she was about to head inside, the relief that washed over her when Carol met up with her. She couldn’t be happier to devise something to help get their family out of there.

“Who the fuck are—-“ the gunshot cut the guy off as did Rick stabbing the drift wood in the neck of the other one.

Rick sighs thankful seeing Y/N helping them get out of there as she helped let loose the others with her knife. Daryl instantly brought her face into his hands making sure they didn’t lay a hand on her but she smiled in that second to reassure him.

Finally their group got outside of that hell, with new members as well. Daryl didn’t hesitate to hug Carol when they spotted the other in the woods. Y/N watches the two smiling warmly.

Soon the group was pieced together…with a few missing pieces along the way…the good. Then the bad…this should be the good part now?

“Y/N”

Y/N looks up at her brother confused seeing his usual worried expression burden him.

“Please. Please give me somethin’ that’ll confirm this will be alright”

The youngest Dixon knew the words wouldn’t come out in any way to communicate to him, so all she did was take his hand squeezing it with the strength she had left.

Then the gates opened to Alexandria…

The good.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #PLATONIC #caryl #hints of it at least #daryl dixon fanfiction

[the-sorcerer-shark]

ooga booga religous background pt 1

I said I would write this in my intro post so here we go, I will try to keep it short

PSA I dont hold any ill will towards Christianity itself, but my experiences with the people that call themselves Christian makes me weary

I was raised in a pentacostal church in a a very redneck area. It was the church that mothers whole family went to, and my great uncle was the pastor the whole time I attended. Some icky sermons or general themes and stuff I remember happening:

women had to obey their husbands and other 'stay in the kitchen' type stuff

no black families ever stayed around, everyone was racist to them

a whole sermon dedicated just to hating gay and trans people yay

everyone looked like i killed someone when i asked if halloween had any religious connotations

no one would answer me when i said 'why should good people that dont know about go go to hell?'

supported/dismissed sexual assault of multiple children (what the actual fuck bruh)

multiple members of the church refused medical care in serious situations because 'the lord would heal them'

lots of other things to really heebie your jeebies

I stopped going except for holidays around 10 when my mother and I moved to another state. My dad had always been the one to take my to church because my mother knew her family was nasty, and especially to her. I never particularly agreed with them even as a child but I did believe in the religion (or more believe that I believed).

We lived in the middle of the woods basically for the 2 years we lived in that state. At this time I started being allowed internet access (shitty mountain internet). Slowly over time I just kind of stopped thinking about religion because it wasnt something I participated in weekly. I did, however, become much more connected with nature and things. I also (through my pinterest scrolling) discover @hgk477. Being in the woods and also thoroughly enjoying those types of posts made me think about how like everything on Earth is living and all connected. I was still kept under the Christian influence by my mother and if anyone asked, thats what I was, but I didn't really believe it anymore.

We moved back before I started 8th grade because of the crappy schools there, and I basically just considered myself atheist or whatever until earlier this year. I had to take a western religions class to fulfill a requirement.

This post is very long already so I will go ahead and end this one here, and make a part 2 about my discovering of paganism and stuff.

#wicca #wiccan #wiccablr #pagan wicca #pagan #paganism #paganblr #pagan witch #witchcraft #witch community #christianity #religion #religious trauma

[estradasphere]

i fucking hate living here i hate our government etc but the moment someone starts joking about alabama being just the incest state i suddenly become its #1 defender. it just feels like an extension of "haha those backwards ass rednecks"

[justseveralowls]

A message from your friendly neighborhood Appalachian Latina:

Okay so today being the day that it is and me being the person I am I heave decided to talk about Appalachian heritage and culture vs what a bunch crappy people have tried to make it. This is all my experience not universal also some will be funny and totally fine to laugh at.

Im starting on the more serious note here because I feel these things really need to be addresed and as a Appalachian woman of color I often have felt that people dont think that both parts of this identity are compatible.

Things that are not Appalachian:

- Being racist

-being xneophobic

-Being homophobic or transphobic

-Flying a confederate flag (most of Appalachia was border states if not fighting for the Union side)

-Drinking shitty beer

- Licking the boots of cops and corporations

- being against higher education

- being an anti vaxxer

- glorifying the coal industry and the lives it has cost and is still costing

- hatred towards indeginous people

-Supporting a toxic or abusive family dynamic

-denying woman human rights

- shaming poor people

-Intentionally making your truck stupidly loud

-Union busting, and being against care and support for the disabled and elderly

-Poaching (Appalachian people value our resources and nature) WE hunt to eat not just to kill or destroy

Moving onto some lighter stuff, now these are some of things I love about being Appalachian and part of this culture and community.

Things that are actually Appalachian:

-Running from cops (seriously its like a whole ass thing)

-Fighting for Unions and Workers rights (The actual origin of Redneck, that term is not for racist fuck heads, it originated from red bandanas worn for Pro-union rights

-Being completely and terrifyingly unphased by coyotes

-Making your liquor

-Ignoring the screaming in the woods because that aint your problem

-Folk magic and traditions and superstitions rooted in Paganism and some indigenous magic

-Being part of the underground railroad (The appalachians made a ton of safe houses and protections pre and post civil war for people fleeing the south)

-Hunting to control Deer population and for food

-Knowledge of homesteading, useful herbs, and homeopathic remedies

-Strong sense of community and family

-Ignoring whatever is moving in the corn feild because you arent a white guy in a horror movie

-Women forming safe houses from abusive husbands or from other types of danger

-Valuing and appreciating the land and the connection we have with it

-Fist fighting God in a coal mine

-Weird ass folk tales and cryptids (see MothMan)

-Not letting your commuity go hungry

-caring for the old sick and vulnerable not out of pity but out of compassion and respect

-Fighting for your rights and the rights of others

-Resilience and strength in times of adversity

-Knowing at least on person who’s grandmother was some kind of witch with psychic abilities

-Knowing when the woods is silent something is wrong

-Screaming back at screech owls to assert dominance

-verbal history

-vibrant stories and music

These are my experiences as an Appalachian woman of color who loves both parts of her heritage and desperate wants to discourage the narrative that Appalachian people are rude prejudiced and uneducted. We are a resilient and loving people, we are full of stories traditions and a melting together of the new and old worlds. We are people with a murky history, yes, but we are full of acceptance love and strength.

To all my fellow Appalachians who hear these mixed narratives, know that we are the authors of our story. TO all my fellow people of color know that this mountainous region is not built exclusively on hate. Know that you belong, that your cultures are valid and that progress is not about rejecting your culture but about adaption to embrace new perspectives and beginning new stories

#appalachia #appalachain mountains #appalachian #appalachian witch #appalacian poc #liberal appalachian #appalachian history #mine #latina and proud #latina appalachian #indeginouslivesmatter #indigenous appalachian #progress #reclaiming the narrative

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Me watching my home state's representatives threaten to fuck over my fellow Texas by seceding for the millionth time and simultaneously feeling everything at once

I hate Greg Abbott and the reason he and all shit representatives in TX are so hard to vote out is because of the historical gerrymandering and suppression of voters

I hate the fostered culture of cutting off your nose to spite the federal government's face. I hate the federal government and its overreach as much as anyone else, but seceding is only going to transfer federal power from one group of selfish idiots (US federal government) to another group (Greg Abbott and the current TX reps)

I hate non-Texans who always laugh at us when something bad happens as if the people suffering are the same people that are causing that suffering. When a natural disaster hits, it's not the "evil GOP conservatives" or whatever stereotype you have in your head that suffers: it's poor people that comprise a large portion of the state, it's families, it's the minorities that so many non-Texans like to pretend don't exist here at best and at worst use those minorities as political tokens. I've heard shit from my northern family members about how racist and bigoted Texans are while they use every slur in Italian AND English for black people, gay people, and women who disagree with them. When you laugh at the terrible things that happen here, you're laughing at the suffering of people who have a stunning lack of political power despite everything we're doing to fight for it.

When we were freezing to death, our Senator was secretly trying to get his family to Cancun. When our elementary schools were being shot up, our police force was so cowardly that they refused to enter and physically removed parents trying to save their children when nobody else was. Houston and Dallas both have some of the biggest LGBT populations in the country.

The stereotypes of all Texans as bigoted white rednecks who are uneducated and lazy is counterintuitive at ALL levels. It absolves actual bigoted Texans of their accountability because "that's just how Texans are" despite so many of us who fight for change and who are dedicated to social justice. It shifts blame from our corrupt political system and the people keeping themselves in power to the people who fight for change despite the restrictions on their political power. It erases the gigantic level of diversity within the state and makes our default depiction of a Texan a white hetero redneck male despite our demographics being incredibly diverse, more so than a fair amount of northern states might I add.

#its at a point where i stop being polite with ppl who joke about texas like that #ive outright told someone who thought the freeze and hurricanes were (as a joke) karma for the states politics #and i had just come back from a feminist rally in dallas. so i was so sick of it that i just told him online to self delete #sloot bitches about things

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

IMPORTANT

im typing up a post rn and it feels important to mention before i post that: if you call rural/red state/appalachian people hillbillies, rednecks, or anything else like that insultingly (YES EVEN IF ITS BECAUSE THEYRE REPUBLICAN (or you assume so)), generally hate them and dont have any interest in not doing this, you can go unfollow me because i dont want any classists on my fucking blog.

if you do these things but genuinely dont understand why theyre fucked up, ask in the replies for an explanation and ill give one (probably in its own post). i promise i wont be aggressive about it and you wont be told off, bc if you want to learn thats more important than anything else.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

🖤 Excuse me! I would.love to hear more about Albertan Rodney if/when you are so inclined. Xxx

oh boy i am SO inclined buckle up bc i have some THOUGHTS about this!!

okay so i'm from alberta, born and raised, and i have literally been thinking about rodney being from alberta since the first time i watched tracker at like 11 years old. if you're not aware, alberta is a VERY redneck/conservative province, i refer to us as americas 51st state bc so many people here have a lot of Conservative Capitalist America Views. as one of the oil and gas capitals of the world, there is a lot of people who work on the oil rigs (everyone here (that i grew up with) calls them rig pigs, and i can 100% see rodney calling them that) especially in fort macmurray, which is located in the middle of the athabasca oil sands.

and like don't get me wrong there's a lot of great things about alberta but it's too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer and imagine you're a genius who's smarter than everyone around you by the time you're like 8 years old and you're just. Stuck There. stuck surrounded by people who think fossil fuels are the end all be all of power technology. surrounded by all these narrow minded people stuck in their ways and incapable of looking forward towards the future. he probably couldn't WAIT to get out of there the second he could, and i have no doubts he did

but i also think he gets, like, weirdly nostalgic for it? alberta is a fucking BEAUTIFUL province it's literally so fucking breathtaking and we have everything. we have mountains and forests and plains and grasslands and badlands, it's so fucking diverse and despite all its problems (so many problems), you can't help but look around sometimes and think "i am damn lucky to live here." i can just imagine rodney going to different planets and just taking a second bc whatever world they stepped onto looks /just like/ that provincial park he went to as a kid. or that picture of a mountain range he saw at school every day for 6 years. or some other vivid memory of where he grew up (it helps that they filmed in BC so it's not that much of a stretch to be like this literally looks like somewhere he's been before)

i also think there's a lot about being albertan that he hated as a kid but as an adult, specifically with his team, he's more inclined to miss. like obviously some things he shared the second he could (maple taffy was the first thing on his requisition list when they reconnected with earth and you cannot tell me otherwise. it's also what him and ronon first bonded over you can't tell me otherwise for that either) but certain things (like going to Edmonton or Calgary for Vacation bc that's where the Things To Do are, or maybe Banff or Jasper if you're feeling Touristy/Outdoorsy) that seemed so terrible for whatever reason as a kid seems... endearing almost? and especially when ronon and teyla start talking about athos or sateda, rodney just feels like he wants to share too, share this part of himself with his team that maybe he didn't always like but. it's part of who he is, it shaped him, and as awful as it was at the time maybe he wouldn't have pushed himself as hard as he did to get to where he is now. he worked and worked and worked to get as far away from that stupid town as possible and he literally went to another galaxy to get away from it and he ran right into the family he didn't think he would ever find (no that's not projection shut up)

wow okay this is getting long so i'll end it here but yeah i have Thoughts. about rodney mckay and how he definitely absolutely 100% grew up in alberta! thanks for the ask i hope this answer satisfies you

#actually tho thank u for this ask #it's so exciting when people actually wanna hear my thoughts on things #rodney being albertan has been something i consider as a Canon Confirmed Fact for forever #and as he's my Favourite Character Of All Time #i get kinda emotional sometimes thinking about it #when i was in grade 12 fort mac had horrible wildfires #and most of the area had to be evacuated #it was devastating #and sometimes i think about rodney hearing about that news #maybe jeannie mentions it in a message she sends #and he just kinda has to take a second #bc he was never really sentimental at all to his hometown #hasn't thought about it in years #but hearing that it all burnt down #his old house #his elementary school where he built a bomb #the place where he got his first job that was the first step of His Future #he gets kinda misty eyed #the team is like wtf are u okay #and he's like no yes no idk #and then they just reminisce with him about it #god i'm actually insane with this concept #anyways yeah that's my Albertan!Rodney thoughts #enjoy #rodney mckay #sga #stargate atlantis #alberta

[needsmorewlw]

The Quarry/zombie apocalypse

My love for The Quarry was inevitably gonna combine with my endless obsession with the zombie apocalypse genre. Nothing hits harder for me than the raw horror of the world falling apart from the inside out and getting ravaged by monsters with the faces of your friends and family, so this is just an AU prompt I've been plaguing myself with now I'm forcing on everyone else.

Some mysterious virus is turning people into zombies. The government knows about it and were concealing reports of the zombies from the public so they could do their bullshit. The government of several states with major cities is doing classic evil government things and snatched up "significant/indispensible persons" days before everything fell apart.

They went to universities and essentially kidnapped smart people. Though they refer to it as "salvaging" like they're resources. Mostly medical and science students and if there's any room on the transport vehicles, they grab the athletes too, the most physically fit young people. Keeping them safe with a goal of salvation and restoring humanity one day.

So Dylan winds up swept into this crazy military base. None of them have a sense of humour and absolutely none of them care for his nervous charm and jokes.

They grab Laura too. Vet students count as medical. She's like a bull in a pen, she's not putting up with being literally kidnapped but there's not a whole lot she can do to resist.

Dylan and Laura being smart bros. It's all I want. They connect on an intellectual level as well as a deeply sarcastic one.

They play detectives and sus out this fucked up place where the people running it have all these plans to rebuild humanity, plans to go and scoop up more important people.

They go to settlements, bust down the gates, take anyone useful and leave the rest. They have job allocations and full-on like, breeding match-ups as well. There's no elderly or physically disabled people in the whole place.

Our duo is like; "This place is absolutely fucked, we gotta go." Luckily for them, the super safe secure military base inevitably falls to a hoard because it's run by myopic idiots. However not before their snooping got Dylan bitten by a zombie the military people were experimenting on.

He gets his hand cut off and when the place gets overrun, Dylan's still recovering from the realistic side effects from having your hand removed and losing a lot of blood. He's halfway to comatose in the medical ward when everything goes to shit and Laura can't do anything to get him out.

She tosses supplies and anything she can gather up and spare, into his ward and barricades the door, leaving a scrawled note that says "I'll come back - Laura" she figured all she had to do was wait for the hoard to move on so she could get back in and get him but there wasn't anywhere safe nearby to use as shelter.

So she fled a bit, then a little bit more, until she realised she needed help to get back in to get Dylan and any of the others who were taken that survived. And as the already massive hoard combined with the hundreds of people in the base, Laura knew she had to get the fuck away. Especially when the hoard started moving in her direction.

She tried to do a big ol' circle back so she could turn around back towards the base but miss the hoard and not just attract their attention and she runs into Ryan! Dylan's very angsty, angry boyfriend, traveling with a family of rednecks Chris, Travis, Bobby, Kaylee and Caleb (Constance and Jed absolutely beefed it and/or refused to leave their house).

Ryan doesn't start off angry but he gets angry when she tells him what happened. Ryan and Laura just have to argue all the time, it's important to me that they kind of hate each other. But it progresses from regular hate to hate in a sibling way.

So she tells him about Dylan but the time they makes it back to the base, he's gone. But so are the supplies so they have a slight hope that he's ok.

So Ryan's absolutely pissed because from his point of view, she put Dylan in danger, got him bitten, then left him behind and now he's either dead or out there alone. She's like "fuck you loser you don't know anything, also if we're talking about boyfriends have you seen mine?"

ENTER MAX. Who was on a quest for his beautiful gf and ran into Emma and Abi two girls who totally-arent-in-love. Just a couple of gal pals. Max accidentally male-wifes his way into helping them realise their feelings for each other.

They eventually link up with Jacob, Nick and Kaitlyn who were on a camping trip when everything got fucky and straight up didn't even know anything was wrong until they tried to come home, their phones reconnected to signal and they got a million texts and notifications all at once. But they had a big ol' van and a bunch of useful supplies.

None of them had any idea about the government scooping people up but Max was loveable enough for all of them to be roused into action by his cause.

They came from the opposite side the hoard was on, so they didn't even run into it. But it takes them a long while to find the base (like the entire time Dylan and Laura were there) and find it after it's been overrun.

They totally cannot get in. There's still way too many zombie people in there and no visible living ones. Max is distraught but is convinced he saw some "intelligent movement" inside the base.

Cut to Dylan who had a Rick Grimes moment, waking up weeks later, alone in an empty ward. He makes use of the supplies and the note but knows he absolutely cannot stay here, at least not in the med ward. He gathers useful medical stuff and skedaddles.

There's no one else alive, all of the terrible army people are dead but so are the people they took. He does some big-brain moves, a distraction here, some mildly successful stealth there. He attaches a fkn knife to his stump. All with his panicked narration/monologue to keep himself somewhat sane while he's by himself, surrounded by zombies.

Dylan's breaking out right as the crew is breaking in. Dylan gives Max the note to prove he knows his girl and the crew does a whole heist situation to get as many supplies out of the base as they can, into their van before they leave.

I haven't really thought about how they find eachother but one idea was that the crew finds a settlement that lets them in and they become a part of that community. I like the idea of a community inside a mall. All the shops are like little flats for familes or roomates and it's basically a mini city inside a mall.

Meanwhile Laura, Ryan and the Hacketts are typically unfriendly to anyone and everyone and are just this crew of badasses with just so many fucking weapons. They're a well-oiled strategic machine that nasty people think they can fuck with but are quickly proven wrong.

While they generally refuse to interact with any other survivors, (it's mostly Travis making these orders to keep them all safe because he doesn't trust anyone, for good reason.) Ryan and Laura do try to talk to (interrogate) anyone who might know where their bfs are. Eventually, probably Kaylee, gets severely wounded. Laura can help her a little but they're forced to find a settlement to save her. They find the mall, there's this whole moment at the gate where the guards are like "You guys look nasty idk about letting you in." But are eventually swayed by the dying girl.

Cue the double reunion at the gate. And then probably more post apocalyptic politics happen. Just imagine the stares air disbelief as the gates open and eyes meet. So romantic so heart felt bark bark I'm done now it's 2:42am

#the quarry #zombie au #zombie apocolypse au #dylan lenivy #laura kearny #ryan erzahler #max brinly #radioheads #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #blygbank #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #chris hackett #travis hackett #kaylee hackett #bobby hackett #caleb hackett #jacob custos #tq hc #tq hcs #tq headcanon #headcanons

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Taylor Swift Songs That Mention Cars That Are Totally About Phoebe and Silas - Picture To Burn

state the obvious, i didn't get my perfect fantasy

Silas's anger when Phoebe is revealed to be Priest

i hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive

Does Silas ever let Phoebe drive his car on page? No. Boom. Analysis.

you're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying / so watch me strike a match on all my wasted time / as far as i'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn

In TPATS, there's a scene where Silas catches Phoebe stealing a gun, and even though she gives him an excuse that he knows doesn't make much sense, he doesn't think much of it. He's just happy to be included. I'm guessing that this kind of thing happens pretty frequently between them, and once Phoebe is revealed to be Priest, Silas is going to start remembering all of these different times that she lied to him and feel like all of the time he spent with her was a waste because she was just manipulating him the whole time. And then he's going to be pissed.

there's no time for tears / i'm just sitting here planning my revenge

You know how at the beginning of Our Violent Ends Roma does this thing where he's like omg guys Juliette killed my mom. And I'm soooooo fucking pissed at her. guys. I'm in my reputation era. And then it switches to his pov and he's sobbing on the floor listening to folklore. Yeah.

burn, burn, burn, baby, burn

Idk man I just really think Silas should get to commit arson or something like he needs to cope somehow

#this is obviously more of a stretch but i think it's funny so i don't care #however i do think it would be fun if silas got really petty about her being priest #these violent delights #tvd #our violent ends #ove #chloe gong #secret shanghai #foul lady fortune #flf #foul heart huntsman #fhh #phoebe hong #silas wu #phoebe x silas #philas #the priest and the shepherd #tpats #tp&ts #taylor swift songs that mention cars that are totally about phoebe and silas

[okayigetitifuckedup]

"Deer hunting in the states is only done by rich people"

no ma'am you just don't think rednecks are fucking people. I saw a chick on TikTok yesterday say that she hopes chronic wasting disease is passed to humans soon so all hunters die. As someone who grew up eating hunted meat for a large portion of the year because we were poor as fuck? Just say you hate poor people and move on. People saying that deer are intelligent and hunting them is inherently wrong? You better not touch pork. Or any meat from a grocery store really, because I can bet you cold hard cash that your bacon led a much more tortured life than my backstrap. Sorry you saw Bambi and it hurt your feelings but that gives you no right to be cruel.

#Take your classism elsewhere #katniss everdeen killed deer too do you think shes going to hell #Don't claim to be anti-classism/anti-capitalist if you hate hunters/gatherers/gardeners

[pianocat939]

I'll do you one better. HOOSIER DONNIE.

Ok so I had to search this up bcs idk america big boi-

Apparently it’s a person of Indiana.

And l searched up stereotypes- and I have to say one thing-

“We Hoosiers wear shorts if it’s above 50”

Weaklings.

Look I hate my state with all my passion and never wanted to live here but-

Indiana is WEAK- /lh

EAT MY GINGER FUCKING HAIR BCS YOU GUYS ARE WEAK AF /hj

Anyway- Ig..?

I mean it’s just a redneck but in Midwestern form-

I say for Donnie it’s like a 6/10

Idk something about it just doesn’t seem to fit for me.

Leo maybe?

Perhaps even Raph idk

#blurbs #celina's shitposts

[celiastjamesoscar]

We would spend the time as roomies with either talking about our tattoos or me forcing you to watch some other shows... I know Mr. Mackey but the artists doesn't stay long enough for me to split it up ☹️

Lexa traumatized all of us. And in that case you shouldn't watch Orange is the new Black then... Buuut Scream Queens and the movie Bottoms are both hilarious! I will keep on promoting both to you until you cave in and watch them.

YESS GRACE YESS GET THOSE TATTOOS!! Your mom will understand, how can she not with her sexy back. Not her wanting you to get a weird ass tattoo but denying you a beautiful one. Miss Girl Grace's Mom that doesn't make any sense 🤨

Yes ma'am it is for January/February. The report is done and I got the agenda slide for the presentation already. That's progress if I do say so myself 😁 Tomorrow at work I will keep working on it. Happy now?

YOU DIDN'T FAIL WOHOOO, THAT'S ALL THAT COUNTS! YOU WILL PASS THE OTHER EXAMS AS WELL! HAVE SOME SAM/MEL AS A GIFT https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe8HhXNA/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGedFbvFa/

Ps. My Natasha/Wanda obsession is stronger than ever. I'm seriously considering watching all these boring Marvel movies just to catch some glimpses of them. The things we do for beautiful women 🙄

We can talk about our tattoos and watch the shows you force me to watch at the same time, a compromise, if you will. BOOOOOO!!!! Your artist needs to stay longer 👎🏻👎🏻

Lexa’s death was so sudden and literally out of thin fucking air. I know a good portion of what happens in orange is the new black, but that, I just mean everything with Alex and Piper. I wanted to go watch Bottoms in the movie theater when it came out, but my local movie theaters weren’t playing it and I would have had to drive to another state to watch it; I hate living around rednecks 😭

I seriously might get them soon, finals see deadly. There’s kind of a long story but not really to the eye tattoo on the back of my head, BUT my mom did say that if I got it, she would pay for my next tattoo…

I’m so proud of you!!!! Look at you not being a slacker!! I am very happy and you should be happy too!! <3

So, about that chemistry final 😀 109 students took it, and only person passed, with a 70% which is barely passing. But my professor curved everyone’s grade so I still passed the class!!

AND SAM/MEL GIFTS TOO??!? AN AMAZING WAY TO FINISH THE DAY!!

Natasha was my first love, so you should definitely watch all the boring marvel movies for her. And Wanda was so fine in the Multiverse of Madness 😻

#bender chats #clexa is forever ♾️

[bihansthot]

It was almost 65 yesterday and today is 35, wtf. I hate it when the weather can’t make up its mind, hello it’s December fucking snow already. This shit better get it together before the holidays, we rented a vacation home up state (we decided to do a family vacation rather than a Vegas trip to celebrate my transplant anniversary if you missed that post) and I want my white Christmas dammit! I guess I don’t want it to snow too badly though because my folks are flying up and my in-laws are flying in as well so we need the airports to be clean but I want snow!! Big fluffy white Christmas snow! 😭 This vacation is going to be such a wild time, my well I guess he’s my father-in-law but he doesn’t consider my partner his child so I don’t know what he technically is lol my mother-in-law’s common law husband is just wild (in like a bad redneck way) and very colorful language wise and my Mother is extremely catholic so it’s always fun when they get together. I will be spending it cooking all the things with my Mom and drinking often lol 😂 expect lots of dumb late night posts around Christmas. I might not be as active here or on discord while my family is in town but I will try and check in. I’m very excited though but also stressed lol I absolutely love my Dad and Mother-in-law so I’m very excited to see them and I’m cautiously optimistic about having a great time with Mom now that we’ve done so much work repairing our relationship.

#holiday plans #im so excited #family stuff #Christmas excitement #heart transplant #anniversary celebration

[killyjae]

Just some stupid Christian shit.

I'm a Satanist, and I've been a Satanist for pretty much 10 years now. I live in an extremely red state, and one of the worst ones. This is a real shithole that practically everyone I knew fled as soon as we all graduated, except for my ex who is just as psychotic as I am.

Anyway, I go to a pentecostal church sometimes just for fun. I'm respectful because the person who takes me was helped by the church with her addiction. She feels like god saved her, yada yada yada, good for her. No one there knows I'm Satanic, and the friend I go with is gay and he's probably the only one who knows I'm a lesbian. I keep my Satanism a secret because I could get in very big danger from the rednecks here who bring guns everywhere and pray for a second civil war. We all know religious freedom in this country is bullshit.

A couple weeks ago at that church, my friend cried because he was suddenly afraid that he would be judged by his painted nails, and he approached one of the reverends, and I followed. I intend to hear everything these people have to say. The reverend told my friend that he paints his nails because the gentiles and the devil pressure him to. Gentiles, pressuring a cis man to paint his nails in this society? Really? And they all, as a hivemind, told my friend that he needs to stop that and devote his life to serving god, and all I could do was silently watch and give no input, because rebellion is the biggest sin of them all to the church. They demand total obedience. I got to show my friend support when we were alone, and I brushed the ordeal off because, frankly, that's the shit I have to put up with 24/7 in this area. This is the norm for me. It wasn't until today that I realized how actually fucked up that was.

They claim to be a sanctuary, but they'll hound you if you're so different as to paint your nails. I won't even say what they told me about my septum piercing I wear with pride. I took everything they had to say with a fake smile. I've played this game my entire life, they can't hurt me. I will only smile and take it unless resistance is absolutely necessary, like if they were to hound my friend over something bigger, like his gayness. Then, I'll proudly stand against them in their own home.

I've gotten tame in my game against the church, now I just lie and smile, but when I was littler, I acted out against it. Now I work behind the scenes, but it was insane as a child. In a completely extremist Christian area with a small population, I was truly the one and the only one who actively said this wasn't right. I was regularly beaten as a child for my disobedience by everyone, so I was used to it. If it was the devil pulling me away from the church, so be it. The devil was pulling me away from my abusers, then. I was constantly told to fit in a box everyone knew I couldn't fit in, and if I didn't force myself to break myself to fit, then I was beaten and damned.

My psychosis which came from constant ongoing trauma was my punishment for my sin, a real sign that god hates me. I was only a child. A bunch of ungodly things happened to me at the hands of adults. I was only a child. And it was my fault. I'm broken and everyone hates me because I constantly rebelled. All I needed to do was obey to have a good childhood. But we know better than that. I think it was pretty hard and badass of me as a child to pretend I was a prince, I don't really know what for, and to take a marker to every Bible I was given, and write my own rules. My life is my own, and I'll gladly go to hell. If Christians go to heaven, then I want nothing to do with heaven. I am what I am, and nothing will stop that. I'm a rebel, and I will never fit your mold.

#trauma #abuse #religion #child abuse #homophobia #ableism #i TRULY understand #jesus christ #i forgive you not