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134340am · 2 years

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Hello Yuna!!! It's the Animal Crossing anon from yesterday! I'm so sorry I'm answering so late, but yes, I'd love to talk about Animal Crossing with you!!!

Isn't Bones the sweetest? I love his lil patch near his eye, and he has cute pink paws in New Horizons <3 And I also love his house because I love books!!! He's also my favorite villager personality type (lazy!), which means he loves to sleep and eat, so I give him new furniture and fish and fruit all the time. I have him in New Leaf, and he's the first villager I got a photo from, so we're besties! He also gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day <3 He's such a BABY, I don't have him in New Horizons yet but one day he will come home :(

My other two favorite villagers are Tangy and Jitters! Tangy was my best friend in my very first City Folk town, so she's also very important to me. Also, I just love her design! The cat, wolf, deer, and dog villagers are all elite. Jitters is not very popular because he looks like he's hyped up on caffeine or some other drug (look at the bags under his eyes, RIP), so a lot of people think he's ugly :( But he was one of my starter villagers in a bunch of my towns over the years, so I'm very attached to him and think he's really cute!

Other villagers I really love are Shino (ofc), Cherry (I LOVE her whole aesthetic), Apollo (goth dad number one), Roscoe (goth dad number two), Erik (another lazy baby), Aurora (penguins <3), Coco (I LOVE HER DESIGN AND SHE'S SO SWEET), Bruce (rockstar grandpa), Freya (she's pretty!), and Bam (he has lil freckles!) There's also this nerdy duck named Derwin that I am attached to because he looks so geeky, hehe.

I also love Gonzo (I LOVE the cranky villagers), Pashmina, and Lobo!!! You have great taste! I know Maple is really sweet and cute in theory but she was rude to me in my City Folk game when I was trying to get her a shirt, so I have a dumb grudge against her, lol. But yeah, I love Animal Crossing so much!!! <3

my lovely anon i’m so sorry for late reply! i wanted to reply to you last night but i fell asleep after posting my akaashi drabble, and work was crazy busy today so this ask slipped my mind 😭 i am so very sorry! (putting my reply below the cut because it gets kinda long)

first off, 🥯 a little bagel for you as an apology LOL

second, yes!!! bones’ house is super sick, i remodeled one of the my rooms to look like an office because i got inspired by him :*) i just looked up his house on new leaf and it’s adorable too, so colourful n bright hehe. if i ever find him on a mystery island i’ll bring him home for you 🤞🏻 lazy villagers are the best, they’re all sweet and sleepy and snacky ;; i can’t bear to let them leave most of the time so i’ll end up with like 3 lazy villagers on my island and 0 jocks LOL

oh tangy is so adorable! a literal orange cat <3 i love the little leaf on her head too. and i just looked up jitters — poor baby looks like he needs a good nap and a big hug! honestly i don’t think he’s ugly at all and his house is super sick 🤩 i’m attached to my ‘ugly’ villagers too lol i won’t let jeremiah leave he’s my baby now

sounds like you’ve played many many ac games, anon! 🥺 new horizons is my first ever ac game and i love it dearly, but i expect the jump from new leaf to new horizons (quality and variety wise) must’ve been a real treat for you og players <3 i’m envious, i wish i played animal crossing growing up because i bet it’d have made me a lot more happy hehe

omg we have a lot in common when we come to villagers! i used to have aurora and freya on my old island and i’m looking for erik and bam because i love the deer villagers 🥺♥️ i love all the cranky villagers they’re just grumpy old men with a soft spot (kinda reminds me of characters like… levi, aizawa, etc) and all of them r so precious to me <3 coco is so pretty! and i just searched up derwin and he’s so cute HE HAS GLASSES!!! AHHHH!!!!

and i don’t blame you for holding a grudge against certain villagers lol the dialogue can be WILD sometimes especially in the older games (or so i heard) 🤣

thank you for talking to me about ac hehe this game helped me through the pandemic and i still play it lots—it’s my comfort game that i like to sit down with at the end of a long school/work day :*) and i love that it has comforted many other people like me too!

i love you anon and sorry again for late reply! i appreciate you and your ask lots <3 mwah

#acnh #anon #ask yuna #i love the new updates too btw i love hearing kappn sing and i love collecting new furniture and i love buying useless things from redd at #harv’s island with the stupid draw system… i have like 5 of the same grape juice cans and they’re so cute but they’re taking up space in #storage LOL oh and i love brewster <3 love when he gives me a fun lil thing to keep after i have my coffee #love u too anon… :*) hehe

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simmei · 4 years

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Simmer - Get To Know

Under the cut, since it’s a bit long!

Tagged: by @doreas, @simthropology, @wesunnysimmer, @simsulate, @citrusjuice, @dettea, @whyhellosims, @bellessims, @herbalia, @marceltorak, @chillyslimz, @unitedwesim and @thatonebrobo. Thank you very much for the tag, lovelies! 💛🥺

Your name: Crystal (but honestly just continue calling me Sam/Samm and related variations, it’s shorter and sounds cooler)

Languages you speak: I can speak English, Mandarin and Cantonese fluently! I can also speak enough basic Japanese to get around Japan, since my family loves going there for vacations.

Are you a mermaid: I can’t swim, so more like an anchor, really.

Your play style: Andrew’s Pose Player.

Your Simself picture:

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: Mostly stories, with the occasional ‘gameplay’ screenshots (if you can call them that), self-indulgent edits and challenges. I may have been… straying a bit from the story recently, but I want to refocus back on that, since it’s what I love and enjoy the most.

Your favorite age state: Young Adult. A lot of the gameplay aspects are catered to this age state though, tbh.

Your favorite season: Winter! Mostly because it’s perpetual summer where I live, so I appreciate the snow a whole lot more.

Your favorite holiday: Winterfest! I’ve never celebrated Christmas properly irl before, and I really wish I could because it seems like so much fun! So, Winterfest in Sims is a small way that I can experience it.

How was your day: Good, but tired. Work has been rough.

Your favorite career: Social Media/Internet Personality. It should have been Freelancer/Fashion Photographer, but the Freelancer career still has that annoying bug where it doesn’t register tasks if you travel to another location.

Your favorite aspiration: City Native.

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: City Living! My favourite townies are all from San Myshuno. Also, I make my Sims live in an apartment 95% of the time. Seasons and Discover University are really great too, though!

How old is your simblr: My first post was on 18 November 2019, so exactly 3 months today!

Have you woohooed: Am biromantic-ace, so nah.

Your favorite skill: Singing! I actually really love a lot of the songs that the Sims sing, and I tend to make them sing just so I can listen to it. My personal favourites are Weekender and all the sung songs from the Theatre Drama and Jazz categories.

The size of your Mods folder: 13.4GB, but the real monster is my screenshots folder… it’s 45.7GB atm.

Your 3 favorite mods: MC Command Center, Pose Player and Personality Please!

Your interests (other than sims): Drawing, writing and I play a lot of other video games as well.

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): If it wasn’t already blatantly obvious, Natsuo Kibo. He’s my precious baby boi.

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): The Sims 1, 2, 3 and 4.

Propose a crazy scheme: Play TS4, completely vanilla. Actually no, I take it back, that’s too crazy for me.

Best part of simblr: All the wonderful and incredibly talented people I’ve gotten to know and even have a chance to talk to! And the fact that we can get excited/talk to one another about Sims on here, when no one else irl would.

Worst part of simblr: I kind of just look away from the drama and (unwarranted) negativity, for the most part. Real life is hard enough as is, I don’t want to stress about things that wouldn’t really affect me at the end of the day.

What other games you play: Hoooboy. I’ll just list five that I really like currently (mostly Switch games nowadays), so this doesn’t become an essay: Super Smash Bros Ultimate, Animal Crossing (super excited for New Horizons!), Pokemon, Stardew Valley and Fire Emblem: Three Houses. P.S. Golden Deer is the best house, and Claude is the best boy. P.S.S. I love Felix too, though.

Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..): My Origin ID is Sammsaara, but I barely have anything uploaded so you aren’t missing much.

Are you single: Yes. I’m more invested in Natsuo and Danny’s relationship than my own, really. And I have zero shame in admitting that.

I’ll resist the urge from tagging all my mutuals: @hushthots, @oliveandoak, @plushpixels, @simvicii, @volcano-pasta, @junktrait, @sojusimmer, @hnn-tr, @queenofvraquin, @weicyn, @dynastiasimss, @forests-sim-stories, @foxburries, @katmk36, @meekraincloud, @micrathene-w, @tartiish and whoever else wants to do this!

#nonsims #saviorhide #sammbles #tag game

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 7 years

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(I'm stalking your tumblr oops) but Bev paints the rest of the loser club's nails (your choice on their colors) + theirs (and maybe others) reactions?

the six times Beverly painted her Losers nails and the one time they painted hers.

+Eddie

Beverly had been eagerly awaiting study hall, knowing she’d finally be able to chill outside and smoke for a while and maybe vent to Richie. She had her mind set on it all day and was biting into her cheek as she walked down the halls, tapping her fingers against her thigh to the beat coming from her Walkman.

‘Cause I’m T.N.T. I’m dynamite…T.N.T. and I’ll win the fight….T.N.T. I’m a power load…T.N.T. watch me explode-’

“Hey Bev, Richie’s home sick so he told me to bring this to you and keep you company.”

Beverly hopped back, she hadn’t even known she had made it past the doors yet and currently put a nasty grass stain on her converse. Her headphones fell around the base of her neck as she glanced down at Eddie holding out a cigarette. She took in the uncommon sight and smiled, sliding the stick from Eddie’s hand.

“Thanks buddy.” She went to flick her lighter as Eddie sat across from her at the table and decided against it. She stuffed the cig into her shirt pocket as AC/DC continued to play against the sweaty skin of her neck.

‘T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi), T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi), T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi)’

“You don’t have to not smoke cause I’m here…I could leave if you want-”

“Nah, we’ll find something better to do.” Beverly shrugged with a grin and started to dig through her bag. Eddie eyed her with suspicion. It wasn’t something that never happened but Eddie didn’t usually spend too much alone time with Bev.

Bev takes a few minutes but finds something interesting, a bottle of red nail polish and grins as she pulls it out of her bag filled with mounds of other crap. She unscrews it and twirls the brush in her hand before giving Eddie a wicked smile. “May I?” She practically begs.

Eddie swallows and reluctantly holds out his hand for her.

So Beverly spends her study hall a little differently than she’d expected she would’ve but the look on Eddie’s face when she’s done is probably the most precious thing she’s ever seen so she does not care at all. The boy wiggles his red nails and blows on them like she instructed him to. “You like them?” She asks and Eddie blushes slightly.

“yeah…Is that weird?” Eddie puts his hands down on the table, spreading his fingers and Bev feels her heart tug.

“No. not all, Eddie. You ever want to do it again, Tell me, yeah?” She re-screws the polish as the bell rings and helps Eddie put on his beg without ruining his nails, he smiles at her one last time before leaving.

+Richie

“Bev my darling!” Richie cooed in some sort of British accent. Beverly glanced up from her yo-yo and gave him a smirk as he bopped down the way to the quarry area.

“You bring your yo-yo, Rich? Cause I’m really in the mood to destroy you today.” Bev mocked from her spot chilling against the rock, water falling the yo-yo from her fingertip.

”Aye that ain’t very lady like, you skirt.” Richie teased and she stuck out her tongue like a child as he began to feel up his pockets and sighed. “Oh crap, I forgot it.” He broke out of his British accent for a very normal Tozier expression.

Beverly hopped down from her cool stance with a smirk. “You dipshit.” She smacks his back and chucks her yo-yo back on her bag. “How am I suppose to spend time with you that doesn’t involve crushing you in a battle?”

Richie takes his turn to stick out his tongue and joined her to sit in the dirt. As they kept a very mild conversation up, Richie decided it was the best time to ask his lingering question he had for her. “Hey, did you paint Eddie’s nails the other day?” He pushed up his glasses as Bev glanced up from picking at her own polish.

“uh-huh.” She answered simply. “Why? want me to do yours?”

Richie cringed “What am I, your gal pal? No thanks.” He shook his head and Bev shrugged, opening her mouth to start a new conversation. “Though it really did light Eddie up like a Christmas tree.” Richie looked off in thought.

Bev smirked. “Yeah, it suits him I think….” She began to dig through her bag again, fishing for something. She looked up at Richie with a glint in her eye. “I have peach if you’re interested?” She asked in a sing-songy voice. Richie frowned. She dug out a new one.

“Ok Pink?” She waved the small bottle, Richie grinned.

“You know what they say, Go big or go home, am I right?” He smirked and slammed his fingers down on the rock for her.

+Mike

“I’m gonna touch it-”

“Bev! You’re gonna scare her!!” Mike whisper shouted after a bounding Beverly Marsh, skipping directly over to a deer a couple feet away from them in the grass. He swayed like he might go after her for a few seconds before giving in and strolling over carefully.

Beverly was petting a deer. Petting a wild deer. Mike was astounded. This was better than the time Richie got chased by that pack of geese in the store parking lot. She gestured for him to come over and he nervously put his hand on the animal. Beverly cooed as she softly pet her.

“You’re actually Snow White.” Mike chuckled as they finally let the deer be. Beverly shrugged with a wide grin.

“I try my best.” She giggles as they start going back to the original task of walking to the small diner to meet their five friends. Mike was a little tingly with excitement from petting the deer, he looked down at his hand and noticed the growing dirt built up under his fingernails and sighed. Bev cocked her head to the side and he raised his hand to show her.

“This is what you get from working on a farm all day.” He shook his head and Bev giggled, reach back for the bag over her shoulder.

“I got something to fix that.”

Mike quirked his brow as he watched her dig through her messy bag.

“Blue or Purple?” She asked.

“For What-?”

“Just pick your favorite.”

“Purple.” He shrugged and Bev grabbed his hand and they went over to a nearby bench. She put her bag between them as a makeshift table and laid Mikes hands flat. She stuck her tongue out in concentration and started painting a lilac shade over his nails.

“This ok?” She asked before moving to the next nail. Mike chuckled.

“Sure beats the dirt that was there before.” He urged her to keep going so Bev did as she was told with a salute.

When she finished up, she blew on them and brought them up to Mike’s face. “Thanks!” He smiled and they were back on their way to the diner.

+Stan

“I think you’re all clean, Stanley.” Bev smiled genuinely and turned the sick off. She’d apologized twenty times over for messing up their chemistry projecting and causing the potion, as she called it, bubble over and spill all over Stan’s hands. He immediately became panicked and washed his hands more times than she could keep up with. She held out a paper towel for him with a guilty grin.

Stan smiled back and took it. “It’s fine, Bev. I didn’t mean to freak like that.” He sighed as he balled up the paper and tossed it.

“I know. I get it. I got carried away.” She chuckled as they were dismissed back to the regular classroom, leaving their class in the experiment room to finish without messing up and disrupting the class.

The pair sat down in the empty room and sighed. Stan kept looked down at his hands and scratching at them, leaving red lines over his skin and Beverly quickly laid her hands flat over his. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, Stan.” She frowned as he fidgeted.

“My skin itches…I feel like I didn’t get it all off or something.” He shook his hands and she gripped at them to keep him from scratching anymore.

“It’s all off Stan. If you want, I could keep your hands busy?” She offered, genuinely concerned and forgetting how weird that might sound. Stan looked at her with confusion so she smiled and pulled out a small bottle from her bag.

It was a small bottle of baby blue nail polish and she went to work, gently painting his nails to keep his mind of that itch. Stan couldn’t have been more grateful. He watched her work with amazement. She was really good at it. He wondered how anyone could paint such a tiny surface.

Once she finished, Stan had forgotten all about his panic and was simply observing her handiwork. “Thanks, Beverly..I really appreciate it.”

“No problem Stanley. anytime.” she saluted and poked his side.

+Bill

“Look! I got it this time!” Beverly shouted as she tossed a popcorn kernel into the air and caught it in her mouth, smugly. Bill looked on from across their small table in the food court in the mall with minor amusement. She smiled and shrugged. “I thought it was cool. Next time I’m bringing Richie when I have a coupon.” She pouted and Bill chuckled.

“I-t-t was v-v-very cool Bev.” He reassured her and she kicked his leg from under the seat. “Have anymore s-s-secret talents?” He teased and she beamed, leaning down to throw open her bag.

“Actually, I do. And you’re next Denbrough.” Beverly chuckled and Bill took a nervous sip of his pop from the corner of his mouth. She pulled out a tiny bottle, shaking it with eagerness.

“Put your hand down.” She pointed and Bill did as she said, putting his hand flat on the table. Bill watched her un-cap the yellow bottle and begin painting his nails carefully. He wasn’t totally surprised, his friends had all slowly started appearing with colored nails. But Bill hadn’t really ever asked why.

She had to stop him from wiggling his fingers every few seconds as she did her second coat. “Ok….Yes, I love it.” She tapped his hands and put the bottle away.

“It is v-v-very p-p-pretty Bev but..”

“What?” She interrupted and sat back in her seat.

Bill looked down at his soft pretzel bites on the table and frowned. “H-h-how do I eat now?”

Beverly hiccuped into laughter. “I’ll get you a fork.” She launched herself out of her seat.

+Ben

Beverly had her cheek flat against he desk, the prime position to make faces at Ben as he took his notes from across the room. He pretended not to notice at first, looking away quickly and blushing for a few seconds. But eventually, he gave in and started making faces back at her.

At the bell, she strolled over and they interlocked hands as they left the classroom behind to find their friends that were scattered in different places in the high school. She was cocking her head to look down the hall when she felt Ben tug her hand.

“Hmmm?” She asked. Ben gave her a shy smile and led her over to a bench. “What is it, you weenie?” She poked his side and Ben poked her back and gave her grin.

“I feel left out, you have to do mine now, they all have colored nails.” Ben wiggled his fingers for emphasis and Beverly laughed.

“Of course. Gimme your hands sweetie.” She laid his hands flat on her backpack like she’d done with Mike and picked out a color. It was a deep royal blue that she’d stashed just for him. She set off to work and gently painted as she’d done many times before.

She finished and smiled. “Better?”

“Much” He kissed her cheek and they started back to their task of finding their friends.

+Beverly

Ben and Bev found their friends all sat around a tree in the courtyard. She glanced down proudly at their nails. Enough time had passed that Richie’s were already chipping a bit. Though shockingly, Eddie’s and Stan’s were still pristine. She giggled and sat down in the grass.

“Are you proud?” Mike asked with a smirk that Beverly gladly returned.

“So proud.” She leaned her back on the tree.

Richie and Eddie’s hands were clasped together and Richie brought them up to everyone’s view. Their hands were interlocked, nails an aesthetically pleasing Red and Pink. “Eds and I look like Valentine’s Day threw up on us.”

“Eddie scrunched up his nose at the comparison and pinched him.

“I think it’s a good look for you guys.” She pointed her finger guns and Bill noticed her lack of polish and slowly began to smirk.

“L-l-lets return the favor!” Bill crawled over and everyone soon caught on to his plan. Stan dug through her bag and gave each Loser a color as Bev chuckled nervously.

“heh….Be careful you weenies!” She laughed as each boy tried to maneuver their brushes over her nails.

and that’s how Bev ended up with multicolored messy nails that she didn’t ever want to take off.

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jonathantylan · 6 years

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Why I Like “Jesus Christ Superstar”

When I was about eight years old, I was taken to a friend’s Christian school for their Easter performance and subsequent “fun”. There was a standard Passion play (despite having acted my little heart out in the rehearsal I’d been roped into prior, I was not allowed to play Pontius Pilate, who I liked because he got the most lines and got to wear a gorgeous purple scarf). There was also a talent show, crying babies, and I nailed my best friend on the head with my foot ‘cause she jumped off a play structure while I was swinging upwards...Anyways, with almost twenty small children (K-6), the people in charge wanted to keep us occupied, and it was Easter, so another Passion play (animated! For kids!) was put on.

As there are about thirty million versions of “animated Passion play” or similar searches online, I have never found what version they put on for us. But I remember. I remember very well.

Jesus seemed like a nice guy in the story, and we were all told that Jesus was our friend. He seemed like an okay friend, too, with lots of friends and sleepovers (that is what I thought Gethsemane was--a big sleepover). In our rehearsals, a lot of time had been dedicated to the passing of Jesus back and forth between Pilate and Herod, so I’m pretty sure I thought that this was going to be some kind of legal drama. Ace Attorney, 33 AD!

NOPE.

Now, my knowledge of Christianity was pretty spotty at this point, as you might have guessed. I would not learn about “The Garden of Eden” until I was eleven. I was homeschooled, yes, but I was homeschooled due to my neurodiversity, rather than any religious reason. Keep an eye on that neurodiversity. It is about to become important.

So, in an effort to pander to kids, they decided to make things a little more...applicable. The Roman soldiers don’t just arrest Jesus, they beat the ever-loving crap out of him, mocking and teasing him all the while. That wasn’t just a story, that was familiar. I knew being teased, and I didn’t like it.

The trial is nonexistent. Jesus is whipped, without reason. That was not in our play, because K-6 children whipping each other in front of their parents appeals to a VERY small demographic. Blood sprays, scores running down his back, and I was terrified.

Under the table, I curled into a ball, beginning to keen and bugle, because Jesus was being hurt, Jesus was our friend, but he was hurting, Jesus was crying, and I was crying too. I could feel the whip over my shoulders too, hear the Roman’s voices slashing at my ears, and if he was God, why didn’t he send them away? Why did the Apostles just stand there?

Jesus is put on the cross. Shaking, weeping, he begs for mercy like a man who didn’t know what he was getting into. Cringing, he begs for water, and the soldiers cry “Give him vinegar!”, forcing the awful stuff into his mouth as precious moisture is ripped further from his body and they laugh, laughing, laughing.

I know what it sounds like when you are being laughed at.

I asked why, if Jesus knew so much, why he ever let Judas near him if he knew he was going to be sold out? Why didn’t it stop? The aides told me to calm down, keep watching. They gave me a book of bible stories to read, which with the luck I had that day I opened at random to the curse of Nebuchadnezzar, and the Tale of the Fiery Furnace met me when I flipped backwards.

I wasn’t diagnosed with any type of nuerodiversity until I was fifteen. When tests were applied, and my family history was examined, it made sense for my diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome, ADHD, “mild” anxiety/depression...and, of course, a spattering of schizophrenia.

That night, I lay in the bathtub and could feel the scores over my back, over and over again; and wondered why this religion hurt. My friend said if I felt the whip-marks, I must be very holy, but I didn’t feel holy. I just felt scared.

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When I was fourteen, I found an audio cassette of “Jesus Christ Superstar” in a pile of other cassettes, and the sale I was at stated that everything you could fit it in a grocery bag was two dollars. I got it along with about six other cassettes, including “The Library Dragon”, “Deer Dancer: Songs of the Southwest”, and of course, “The Best of Willie Nelson”.

I turned on “Jesus Christ Superstar”, and never looked back. By the end of that year, I was listening to it nearly twice a day, the overwrought emotion of its performances sounding ‘real’ to a teenage me, or at least real enough. I would dance across my room, singing part after part and deaf to my tone, crouching to mimic the slinky countertenor of Caiaphas, throwing my body into almost chest-beating rigor to illustrate the frustration of Pilate and Judas. Jesus’ fear and rage pounded through my feet as I spun on my heel to change a part. I have heard complaints about the music itself, but I live in a hippie-rich area with at least two high schools that only perform musicals. To me, JCS sounded...normal. No, better than normal. REAL.

In the California high school curriculum, at least that of Santa Barbara County, you spend junior year (your third year, generally speaking) being tested. Here you have your ACT Prep, SAT Prep, ACT, SAT, AP Testing, quizzes, weekly in-class exams, placement testing, midterms, final exams, as well as starting your scholarship applications and college entrance advisories. You are told at every turn that to fail any one of these is to fail your potential, to end your academic career, to not really achieve or succeed.

It seemed, some days (a lot of days), like what Jesus sings in “Gethsemane/I Only Want To Say” was what everyone was feeling, deep down. That these tests seemed too much, we’d worked our tails off for these three years and all we had to show for it was being told to go out and do it harder this time, do it with a smile on your face, because Somebody Really Important is Always Watching.

Best of all for me was that Judas’ betrayal finally made sense. Judas says, again and again, “I really didn’t come here of my own accord!”, begging the priests and God not to “[damn him] for all time”. When he finally does betray Jesus, an angelic choir tells him “Good old Judas”, as though he is a recalcitrant pet. To me, this wasn’t a guy betraying his teacher for no reason except a bag of silver. This was a man being psychically tortured, puppeteered by God against his will to say what needed to be said and do what needed to be done in order to make God’s live-action revenge/torture fic come to life. That is the God I remember, and a God I understand.

#autism #real life story #elfwreck #jcs #jesus christ superstar #jesus

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