Long context: In a 5e game, we’re being pursued on a carriage by a group of Fell bats in the middle of an undead siege on the city. The party has whittled it down to the last bat.
Our Paladin is the son of Bahamut, and must spread his religion to prove his worth to his father. To do this, a book has been created, and our Paladin wears a robe that will magically conjure one of the books every time he reaches into it and says the phrase, “Have I got a book for you!”
DM: The last Bat is still pursuing you. [Paladin], you’re up.
Paladin: Well, I don’t want to hold action again since my breath weapon is out. I’m going to try to evangelize the bat to my religion!
DM: It doesn’t understand common.
Paladin: Shit. Well, I guess I can throw a book at it.
*A moment of stunned silence as we all take in what he just suggested*
DM: (attempting to suppress his giggling) Okay. Roll a strength improvised weapon throw.
Paladin: I got… a 21 total.
DM: (giggling maniacally) That hits! Roll damage.
DM: (trying not to laugh hysterically) You hear the voice of your father in your head, whispering “Use the book…”
Paladin: (dramatically) I reach into my robes, and shout the phrase “Have I got a book for you!”, and on ‘you’, I frisbee the book as hard as I can!
DM: The book has a beautiful curve to it, arcing gracefully through the rain, water cascading from its’ spinning surface. You watch as it moves and intercepts the bat, perfectly hitting it in the face, crushing its’ skull and killing it instantly.
Party: *bursts out into hysterical laughter*
Fighter: (me, imitating the DM’s Bahamut voice) [Paladin], you idiot! That’s not how you evangelize!
Paladin: (laughing and fighting back tears) I just wanted you to be proud of me!
Needless to say, our Paladin used his book to successfully convert many that night.
You know what I’m such a fucking fan of? In the first scene we see Sana have the call to prayer play on her phone and the woman sitting across from her looks at her in disgust. She is clearly uncomfortable with Sana and her religion even though Sana had done literally nothing to make her feel uncomfortable. This scene is juxtaposed with Sana walking in on even and Isak making out and being all cute and coupley. Sana, who society perceives as intolerant and hateful because of her religion doesn’t bat an eye at their affection. I absolutely LOVE what this says about how society views muslims vs. how they actually are, not just a gross stereotype. The white, westernized women is way more intolerant than the religious Muslim girl. I fucking see u Julie. So brilliant.
Okay, so Tatooine slave culture uses a lunar calendar, somewhat modified by a solar calendar - which, as you can imagine, is quite complicated on a world with two suns and three moons.
Marokkepu means “the water giving” and refers to the week surrounding the single day a year when all three moons are full at the same time. Water is traditionally connected with the moons, with a very ancient story saying that Ar-Amu’s rain will come in Marokkepu.
It’s considered to be a week outside of time, an in-between place at the ending of one year and the beginning of the next. It’s an especially auspicious time for making vows and naming family, so a lot of marriages and naming ceremonies and the like happen during this time. And it’s a time especially dedicated to storytelling.
In particular Marokkepu is associated with the dance dramas, which tell the sacred stories in coded ways, using movement and costume and color to indicate character and plot.
The highlight of Marokkepu is the midmost day of the week, the night on which all three moons are completely full. This night is called Bentu Depuraak - “the reckoning of the Masters.”
It’s a celebration of Ar-Amu’s promise of freedom and a looking forward to the time when it will be true. People construct effigies of Depur (either an archetypal image, or, for those who are more daring / have less to lose, something bearing an uncanny resemblance to their real depur). There are stories and dances through most of the night, telling the story of Ar-Amu’s promise, along with quite a lot of Ekkreth stories too. And then, just before the moons begin to set, the effigies are burned.
Because everything is a secret, the celebrations tend to be kept pretty small-scale, the effigies in particular. They’re usually small enough that they can be burned inside in a kitchen. And even though the entire community celebrates, they usually do so in small groups inside someone’s quarters, the better not to be noticed by the depuran.
(And because I enjoy symbolic convergence, I headcanon that Palpatine died and the Death Star was destroyed on the night of Bentu Depuraak. Luke has always thought this very appropriate, and if he celebrates more than one holiday on Endor Day, well, nobody but Leia and Han need to know.)
okay so…I’ve seen various headcanons concerning what happens to Adam after Armagedidn’t – that he never grows up or that he does grow up, that he stays in Tadfield all his life or leaves it, that he consciously uses his powers afterwards or that he avoids them – but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything about what happens to Adam regarding Hell. Regarding Satan – you know, his (biological) father?
maybe Hell never bothers him again because he’s powerful enough to keep them at bay, but what about Satan? is he cool with how this whole antichrist thing turned out? is he disappointed that his boy didn’t turn out to be the perfect tool for destroying the world and conquering Heaven? Or is he…secretly proud? that his own rebellious spark is alive and well inside his son? and sorta relieved that there’s still more time to see what else these pesky creations of the god he rejected will achieve?
what if Satan decides he wants to meet Adam? but he’s not sure how to go about it – should he just sorta, lurk around Tadfield spying on the kid? no, too creepy. okay, but showing up and announcing that he’s The Devil Himself might not be the best idea either…
so he decides he’ll become a coach.
Adam’s entering middle school and suddenly he’s interested in sports, and he convinces the Them to join him in signing up for cricket (yes, including Pepper; Tadfield’s too small to support two teams and who would dare stop Pepper from joining the team she wanted anyhow) – so the old coach mysteriously, ahem, vanishes off the face of the earth a few days before the first practice and a new coach shows up out of the blue. or rather, out of the Pit.
he looks like a pretty normal guy. the horns would probably be a dead giveaway, but he’s picked a body with big, messy curls to keep those hidden.
he quickly learns that training small, scruffy children on the cusp of puberty to throw a ball around is nothing like training hellhounds. practices are…intense, until he figures out that ordering them to “grovel before the Master of Darkness” is not appropriate conduct for a kids’ coach. and neither is urging them to “burn their enemies in hell’s eternal flames,” apparently.
it’s more exhausting than tormenting souls, trying to get kids to quit picking at the grass and breaking up scuffles (usually led by Pepper, of course) and handling Wensleydale, who can hardly hold the bat up and won’t stop pulling out a notebook to write poetry – but he gets to spend quality time with his son, just as he’d hoped.
he takes the Them out for ice cream after games, even when they lose. (the first time they lost, he very nearly summoned all the demons of Hell to annihilate the opposing team, but remembered himself just in time.)
and it’s going pretty well until Crowley, oh no, not that obnoxious demon Crowley, the one who’d donated eggs to help make the antichrist in the first place and apparently considers himself a dad of Adam’s too, finds out about it. and suddenly there’s an assistant coach on Tadfield’s middle school team.
Ever since the Justice League animated series I always thought Diana wanted to bang Bruce. =\
i always got the idea that she was interested in him, but not like that. she was…. curious. who is this man? what is the bat god he worships? how do i respect his bat religion? is he alright? it is normal for humans to smile regularly, why does he not? is it about the bat religion?
like, imagine diana doing batman stakeouts. she doesn’t want to just ask him things, because she wants to be respectful of human culture. she has to be delicate about this. you can’t just ask someone why they’re emo, of course
clark has to eventually explain that, no, it’s not a bat religion
If I went out in public wearing a T-shirt that touted racist, sexist or homophobic phrases (e.g. “Kill inter-racial marriage!” or “Down with homosexuality!”)…well. I probably wouldn’t make it three paces down the road, would I?
Yet, more and more often, I see people wearing T-shirts that tout increasingly anti-religious messages…and nobody bats an eyelid. “Kill religion!” shouts one. “Down with Christianity!” yells another, accompanied by illustrations of defamed Christian symbols. “Too stupid for science? Try religion!” seems popular. The phrase “God is dead!” also appears to be a favourite.
What is our world coming to?
This isn’t a question of what’s legal and what isn’t; this is a question of basic human decency and respect to others. These messages are both utterly degrading and unbelievably hurtful. They are also entirely unnecessary; no political cause is being furthered through these shirts, no minority spoken up for, no injustice fought against. No; this is hate speech, plain and simple. A terrifying reality of our society today.
To the shirt-wearers: I beg of you, next time you’re thinking about putting on your favourite “F*ck religion!” or "Allah sucks!“ T-shirt, stop and consider the deeply disturbing nature of such messages for many people. Are these T-shirts really doing anything for the good of humanity…or are you merely slapping a number of people squarely in the face?
Respect is such a little thing, but it makes a world of difference.