"Helio wouldn't have let that happen."
But. He. Did.
I have so many emotions and I saw a couple pictures of Buddy so yunno art did a thing
Also pictures of this with Cotton candy Bitchfuck beside him being the little creep she is
And more Rambles under the cut!
I so desperately want Buddy to not meet Helio. Because he was raised in a cult. He was raised, literally and figuratively, to die in Helio's name. So if he meets Helio, regardless of how he feels about his death, it is over for him. He is done.
I want this to happen.
Buddy Dawn opens his eyes, and he is not greeted by the endless corn fields of his god. No, he finds himself in a forest at night. He hears the skittering of small (and perhaps very large) things moving about, just out of sight, and he instinctively moves to grasp his holy symbol (which, for dramatic reasons, is around his neck). But it is not there. Instead, he meets a hand. It is warm, pleasantly so, under the cool chill of the wind. It carefully takes his, and as his eyes clear, he sees in front of him, Kristen Applebees. But not quite.
The being before him is a Kristen with long hair, in a ponytail, and a tye-dye camp t-shirt (he thinks of a summer camp he went to, and quietly notices the same style). She is clearly not mortal.
But Buddy Dawn was raised nothing if not righteous under Helio's law. So he asks, "Where is Helio? Where is my god?"
She, who he now knows is Cassandra, tells him, "Are you sure he was yours? Or were you his?"
And Buddy thinks. He thinks of days in service where he could barely breathe for the singing, of days where he saw people around him use Helio to do terrible things, of days where he could not eat enough because of how weak (malnourished) he had become and the tests. The tests upon tests of his faith, where he wondered, if only for a moment, if Helio was worth this.
Buddy Dawn hears a branch snap, somewhere off in the woods. Close. Too close. It is so dark in these woods. He realises he may be scared. He doesn't know how to fight. Not really. Rats and spiders can only do so much.
Cassandra takes his hands again, from where they have fallen beside him. She looks him dead in his Helio-worshipping eyes, and tells him, "This is what I offer."
And he thinks, What is she saying? Fear? That is what she offers?
"I," Cassandra says, "offer this. There is doubt. You are in the woods, at night. But you are not alone. I am holding your hand. You cannot be hurt with me. It does not matter what is lurking in the trees. It could be a monster, but it could also be...a fox! Or a rabbit. Just because there is noise does not mean it could hurt you. I am the goddess of finding comfort in doubt, in uncertainty. You do not have to fear."
And Buddy Dawn, Helioic to his very core, begins to cry. "I was a kid. That isn't fair! I wanted to live."
And Cassandra, goddess of the unknown, smiles, and tells him, "Would you like to become alive again?"
He asks, through tears on his bloodstained clothes, "What?"
And she tells him, "Were you ever really alive, or did Helio just tell you that you weren't only surviving?"
And she hugs him, and he feels his throat close, and it is comforting. She gave him a sentence that most Helioic people would run from in fear, and it is comforting.
And Buddy Dawn wakes up.
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Spreading my Buddy Dawn, prophet of Cassandra propaganda everywhere I go. He needs to be reformed.
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Coworker: “hey we’re watching Korra have you ever heard of it?”
Me: 😒 -gestures to fanart- -gestures to fanfics- -gestures to COSPLAY- -gestures to my tumblr a la 2015-
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I’ll never not be a jamia stan bc if my partner got married to me, tattooed it on his neck, and then immediately went off to be a whore on stage and grind his dick into his best friend on stage ?? I would have NOT handled it like her she is so much better than me
truly, if the church still does the saint thing they should totally canonise her
Saint Jamia.
i am honestly in love with her almost as much as i’m in love with frank.
i seriously— she’s fucking gorgeous first off. and she’s just. she’s fucking jamia. she’s— fuck~🎃
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evangelical christians are missing out with the whole not believing in evolution thing, that shit's cool as fuck
like look at this shit
this is an example of what are known as homologous structures. because of the similarities in bone structure, it suggests that all creatures shown here have a common ancient ancestor
essentially these all have the same bones, but shifted, stretched, fused, and warped by evolution and time to serve the purpose the animal needed
and they all do have a common ancestor, as does all life on earth
look at this crazy ass tree showing EVERYTHING started as a teeny tiny ancient bacteria and evolved and grew over millions of years to fucking EVERYTHING, all life being connected to this singular point
idk abt you guys but to me that's cool as fuck and I hate that people don't teach it in schools based on what a book said
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