every religion

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic violence because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic imperialism because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic slave trade because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic hatred explicitly dictated towards non-Muslims because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic misogyny because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about Islamic homophobia because islamaphobia

I refuse to be quiet about serious problematic issues that are in Islam for the last 1500 years while every other religion take criticism and continuously change but somehow no one can say anything about Islam and why the fuck it’s completely okay to kill someone who chooses to leave the religion.

Somehow, someway the people criticizing those actions are the ones not “open minded” enough

Seven deadly sins pt. 8


Warning: Seven deadly sins are biblical thing so it means that this is going to be little bit religious. And I want you to know that I’m an atheist, so I don’t actually know a lot about this, I red something but that’s it. I’m not saying that everyone who believes in God are like this. I accept every religion, I’m not saying that if you believe in something else it’s wrong. I hate people like that. Please don’t take this too seriously. I really love you all.

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, 

A/N: By not so popular demand, WE ARE BACK BABY!!!! Also it’s Monday in somewhere, I can post this now.

Yugyeom told me not to go to school on the next day but I didn’t listen to him. I didn’t go to eat that day. I sat on my desk talking to Jb when my phone rang. It was from the police, they wanted me to see the man who said that he was my father. “Who was it.” Jb asked after the call ended, I looked shocked “I have to meet the man who killed my grandmother.” I said with shaky voice “You are not going, right?” Jb asked and furrowed his eyebrows. I nodded “You can’t go.” Jb said, his face got serious “I want to know if he is my father.” I said. Jb rolled his eyes “You can’t go, Ok?” he growled. I sighed loudly “I need to know.” I whispered and looked at the ground. He didn’t how this felt, I didn’t know how this felt, I just wanted to know. I had the rights to know . “I don’t want you to go.” 

“What do you mean, you don’t want me to go?” I asked. It was none of his business if I met the man who killed my grandmother and called himself my father.

 “I mean that I won’t let you go.” Jb said with stern tone. He was unbelievable. Something about him changed, he seemed bigger, more masculine now. His eyes got darker, they were almost black.

“You can’t tell me what I can do an what I can’t do. You can’t tell me where I can go and where I can’t go.” I said. I swear I heard Jb growl. He stood up in front of me and placed his hands on my table. 

“I don’t think it’s a goo decision to go.” he growled trough his teeth. He scared me. “I… I have the right to know if he is my father.” I stuttered.

“I never had a real father…Well my fa…the man who was married to my mother but I don’t really remember him. They died when I was three. I just…just wanna have some kind of family.” I mumbled. 

“Y/N, maybe w…” Jb started but Yugyeom came back to the class. “Jb, what are you doing?” Yugyeom asked while smiling like a devil. Jb rolled his eyes and sat on his chair.

“Nothing.” he growled. I took this chance to leave but Jb grabbed me by my wrist. “It’s not a good idea…” he whispered. Yugyeom stepped between us. “If she wants to go, the let her leave.” he said but not allowing me to go before he kissed my lips. This wasn’t like the kiss we had shared before. This was more showing off. I looked at Yugyeom who was looking at Jb. I pushed myself further from Yugyeom and walked out.

“You have spent too much time with Mark… His jealousy has cached on you.” Yugyeom said and sat down next to Jb. “I’m not jealous. I was just thinking what happened to ‘brothers share everything’. Yugyeom, when is my turn?” Jb asked. Yugyeom chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sharing this one. She’s mine. Don’t you fucking touch her. Ever. And tell Mark to stop looking at her. She’s mine, not ours, not yours, not Marks. Mine.” Yugyeom said.

“Yugyeom, we used to share everyone. What changed your mind?” Jb asked, Yugyeom leaned on his knees “She’s different, not a slut like the ones we shared. I don’t think she would like if we shared her.” Yugyeom said and looked at the space where I stood before leaving. 

“Ask her. She can choose, together or one at the time.” Jb chuckled and gave a sadistic smile to Yugyeom. “She’s mine.” Yugyeom said.

“She’s not yours! I ran after her that night not you. She should be mine!” Jb yelled and jolted up from his chair. “You might have run after her but I fucked her. She moaned because of me. She wanted to scream my name when she came.” Yugyeom said calmly. Seeing the anger in Jb’s eyes he got up. “You didn’t give any other of us a chance.” Jb said and hit Yugyeom.


I was sitting in a small,dark,cold room with a bald man. He had dark, almost black eyes. Hawk like nose and thick lips. He was tattooed allover and he had red horns tattooed on his head.

He saw me staring at them. “Are you wondering about the horns?” he asked, breaking the eery silence. I quickly looked down, not answering.

“My parents, your grandparents, didn’t love me. I was an accident. They named me as Leviathan.” The man said. “Leviathan as devil?” I managed to stutter.

“Devil, Satan, lawless one, man of sin,Lucifer. Yes .“In that day the LORD with His severe sword, great and strong, Will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan that twisted serpent; And He will slay the reptile that is in the sea.” Isaiah 27:1" His voice was smooth,calm,  like a story reader in children story CDs.  

“Why did you want to meet me?” I asked, trying to not to be afraid of him. “You have your mother’s eyes. That lying whore. She took you away from me. I just wanted to see my daughter before they kill me.”he said, his calm, smooth voice got colder with every word. “Who will kill you?” I asked.

“I am sentenced to death by lethal injection.” Leviathan said. I finally met my real father and now he was taken away from me. I wasn’t sad, I barely knew him but, I felt kind of bad for him. 

“When is it going to happen?” I asked. Leviathan looked surprised. “Do…you care?” he asked. I slowly nodded. 

“Tonight. I wanted to talk to you before I die.” he said. He placed his hand on top of mine. “But now that you are here… I don’t know what to tell you.” he said and leaned further away from me.

“You could tell me how you and my mother met, what happened.” He was the only one who could tell me. I needed to know.

“I worked in a flower shop. Flora, your mother came to buy twelve white lilies to her father’s grave. Twelve for every year he was alive after she was born. He had cancer and… Never mind. She was so beautiful that I gave them free to her. We started seeing each other more often and finally I asked her out on a date. That was the night when you were conceived but you didn’t need to know that. When Flora found out she was pregnant, she listened her stepfather and married the rich guy Hugo. He was ‘better’ for her than some florist. Thankfully I didn’t need to kill them because you, my princess, did it for me.” 

After Leviathan stopped talking he looked at me like I was something valuable.”It was an accident.” I mumbled. Leviathan started laughing like a lunatic. “It might have been an accident but a good one.” he managed to say. 

“I didn’t mean it.” I defended myself. “I know princess, I know. But I don’t care, you did my dirty work. All I had to do was kill your grandmother and her husband and I got rid of everyone I needed. your grandmother’s husband was in a car ‘accident’, fault in breaks, he drove down a cliff.” Leviathan laughed. I was done talking to him. 

“Guard!” I yelled and soon this huge guard came to get Leviathan away. “Princess, these I want you to remember these as my last words:  I am the master of my fate. Satan is the captain of my soul. Because God didn’t love me enough.” he said before he was taken out of the room. His voice sounded demonic, nothing like he sounded earlier. Also his eyes got even darker, they were totally black.


Chuck was sober only once during the entire campaign

Chuck: I want to do a performance check. But first a prayer to my god.

DM: Wait, Chuck has a god? Hasn’t he committed every sin in every religion?

Chuck: Our Lager,

Which art in barrels

Hallowed be thy drink.

Thy will be drunk,

I will be drunk,

At home as in the tavern.

Give us this day our foamy head

and forgive us our spillages

as we forgive those that spill against us

and lead us not into incarceration.

But deliver us from hang-overs,

for thine is the beer,

The bitter and the lager

forever and ever


DM: I have forgotten why I let you play this character.

a little note for everyone:

you are allowed to be LGBTQA+ and religious 

it is ok to be both

they are not mutually exclusive 

and when people jokingly refer to being gay as sinning,

don’t pay attention to them

because they don’t have religion in their lives the way we do

you are also allowed to be questioning, 

“"How can I serve and love God the way I want to while also being my true self?”

because guess what?

not every LGBTQA+ person is an atheist or a non-believer

so here’s a shoutout to the Christian LGBTQA+

and the Muslim LGBTQA+ 

and the Jewish LGBTQA+ 

and the Buddhist LGBTQA+

and every other religion that you may believe in

religion can coexist with your sexual identity and your gender identity

you are loved by God and by me 

It turns out every religion is real, if it is thought up and practiced, you will go to your religions afterlife. As a former con artist turned cult leader who died, you’re starting to regret your outlandish claims.

Today’s pet peeve: when Western fantasy and sci-fi media takes the sola scriptura literalism that’s idiosyncratic to certain (predominantly American) stripes of Evangelical Christianity, and acts like this worldview is characteristic of every religion everywhere.

So you get stories with, like, practitioners of… oh, let’s say Mahayana Buddhism, for example, acting like they believe that their etiological stories represent a complete and literal history of the cosmos, and further acting like they believe that the spiritual value of those stories is wholly contingent upon their being literally and provably true.

It’s just bizarre.

   "I know my husband was devoted to me. I know he was proud of me. It took a very long time for us to work everything out, but we did, and we were about to have a real life together.“

"I was in love with Jack, I will never feel that way again.”

  “I never had or wanted a life of my own. Everything centered around Jack. I can’t believe I’ll never see him again. Sometimes, I wake in the morning, eager to tell him something, and he’s not there…Nearly every religion teaches there’s an afterlife, and I cling to that hope…

  …Jack was something special, and I know he saw something special in me too…The three years we spent in the White House were really the happiest time for us, the closest, and now it’s all gone…”

“Even though people may be well known, they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth, marriage and death.”

 “I have been through a lot and have suffered a great deal. But I have had lots of happy moments, as well. Every moment one lives is different from the other. The good, the bad, hardship, the joy, the tragedy, love, and happiness are all interwoven into one single, indescribable whole that is called life. You cannot separate the good from the bad. And perhaps there is no need to do so, either.”


Rest in Peace John Fitzgerald Kennedy:
May 29th, 1917 ~ November 22nd, 1963

Eight Nights

Fluffstravaganza commission, for a prompt by @flamingfoxninja, who wanted a canonically Jewish Pines family Hanukkah fic! Thanks for your patience, I had a lot of fun with this and I like how it turned out. Hopefully it was worth the wait.


…Shehecheyanu, v'kiy'manu, v'higianu laz'man hazeh.

Mabel sang the last words of the blessing and held the bottom of the shamash over the first night’s candle to soften it. She then carefully pulled the sleeve of her sweater up before sticking the shamash back in place. She’d mentioned not wanting her recently-knitted sweater—a blue-and-white pattern decorated with candles and a dancing dreidel—to go up in flames, adding that she’d learned that lesson three Hanukkahs ago.

“Very nice, sweetie.” Stan smiled at her from his place on the couch.

“And now for the best part—presents!” Mabel grinned. “Mine are all upstairs, be right back!”

She hurried out the den and bolted for the stairs, nearly running into Soos on the way. Stan had noticed him hanging there while Mabel said the blessing, peeking his head in from the hall.

“Oop! Hi Soos!” Mabel chirped as she passed by, “…Aren’t you going to join us?”

“Is it okay if I do?” he asked. “I don’t wanna, y'know, intrude or anything.”

“Just get in here,” Stan called out in a gruff, annoyed voice. “We’ve already got a former Bunyanite and a guy who accidentally started his own religion sitting here. We can make room for a Catholic.”

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Trump is not a champion for our community because he is not a champion for those who make up our community. He is anti-queer because he is anti-woman, anti-Muslim, anti-immigrant, anti-black and anti-Latinx.

He is anti-queer because our community is made up of the people Trump has attacked and denigrated. We are not a monolithic entity, walled off in our gay ghettos, detached from our other identities. We are rich and poor, young and old, disabled and enabled. We are black, brown and white; men, women and non-binary; indigenous, immigrants and descendants of immigrants. We are adherents to every religion and live in every country. We are as diverse as the fabric of America, a mosaic of identities that stretches across boundaries of ethnicity, gender, religion, class and nationality.

This diversity means that if we are to have the right to claim that we exist as a community, we need to consider the issues queer people face outside of their gender identity or sexual orientation queer issues. The assault on black lives is a queer issue. The desecration of Native land is a queer issue. The sexual assault epidemic is a queer issue. The gender pay gap is a queer issue. The wave of Islamophobia and xenophobia currently sweeping through America is a queer issue.

And regardless of Donald Trump’s stance on LGBTQ-specific issues (which, as mentioned, is horrific), his response to these other issues has been hateful, venomous and cruel.

—  For Trump to Be Pro-Gay, He Must First Be Pro-Human | Colin Walmsley for the Huffington Post

imagine if every religion is confirmed real, and different beliefs are not based on which god is real but rather which god can win in a battle royale.

sermons would be like “our god can breathe fire and has an axe made of lava”

I’m like… So protective of queer people of faith. Of queer people who feel like they struggle between two parts of who they are because of what they’re told is right or wrong. Of those who have cried themselves to sleep because they think they’re made broken or ruined when really they’ve been made wonderfully and beautifully. Who feel like they can’t come out to their family because they’ll face persecution but also can’t talk about their beliefs with a lot of other LGBT people because they’ll be ridiculed for it so they are always hiding at least one piece of themselves at all times. For those who are brave enough to stand by both their orientation and their faith and get mocked/questioned/always feel like they’re on the defense either way.

I see you. I love you. You are valid

Tatooine names

One of the ways the depuran (the masters) try to keep control of their slaves is by a practice called “namelessness” - a young child, before the age of memory, will be sold away from their family, stripped of their last name (and, often, their first name is changed), and have all identifying records destroyed. There will be no way for the child and their family to find one another again.

These children typically grow up with only one name. But they’ve developed the practice of self-naming. The nameless ones, those whose names have been stolen, take names for themselves - they create their own identities and families and communities.

Often, these names, especially the surnames, will be in Basic, and they’ll be things that sound poetic and very distinctly Tatooine. Sometimes the import is obvious even in Basic, but often it’s hidden. The true secret is that all of these names are translations into Basic from the secret language, and most of these choice-names have a very pointed meaning.

They’re names like Whitesun (a reference, in the secret language, to the strength of the suns at the height of the day, and the power traditionally believed to bring sandstorms) or Darklighter (which is evident even in Basic, but is more particular in the secret language: Darklighter is one of the epithets of Ar-Amu) or Moonspinner (another name of Ar-Amu).

(And yes, in my headcanon both Beru Whitesun and Biggs Darklighter and his family are descended from emancipated slaves.)

And, of course, there’s Skywalker.

Skywalker is a translation of Ekkreth, the trickster and folk-hero of the Tatooine slaves. The one who walks the sky, the one who has never been caught, the one whom no chains can hold, the one who laughs at all bonds, the one who is parent to Krayt Dragon.

Shmi Skywalker’s great-great-grandmother named herself Skywalker, and there is a family legend that Ekkreth loves the Skywalkers for this, and that Ekkreth’s spirit lives in all of them, so that all the Skywalkers are, to a certain degree, tricksters.

life is a fist fight
and you’ve given the devil a gun.
—  oh, sinner, you better run | a.m.