Hi my name is Credence Barebone and I have silky raven black bowlcut hair that reaches my ears and deep chestnut brown eyes like the dark wisps of an obscurus and a lot of people tell me I look like Frank Sinatra (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Dean Martin but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have creamy white skin. I’m also an obscurial, and I work for the New Salem Philanthropic Society in New York where I hand out anti-witchcraft propaganda (I’m 19). I’m a Puritan (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I buy all my clothes from a Puritan seamstress. For example today I was wearing a white shirt with a black jacket and matching waistcoat and ironed black trousers, a necklace that Mr Graves gave me and black church shoes. I was wearing my usual expression. I was walking outside in Broadway. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Non-believers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Credence Barebone!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… PERCIVAL GRAVES!
Sundance winner, The Witch has an extremely creepy trailer. The movie is about a family of
Puritanical Christians who take their five kids and move them to a completely isolated patch of wilderness to live a simple and peaceful life. Of course that’s when all the creepy stuff starts to happen. The movie also does a great job with the gorgeous cinematography. It will be out in 2016.
To the Puritans of the 17th century, Christmas was terrible thing. Christmas was the time to celebrate the birth of Jesus by praying, being humble, and working hard, all with a spirit of self denial. In the mid 17th century Christmas was banned in Britain by Oliver Cromwell’s Parliament. In America the Puritans wanted something similar. The Rev. Increase Mather (pictured above), father of Cotton Mather, spearheaded the movement to ban Christmas with this denouncement,
“it is consumed in Compotations, in Interludes, in playing at Cards, in Revellings, in excess of Wine, in Mad Mirth.”
In 1659 the City of Boston banned Christmas, the law stating,
“It is therefore ordered by this court and the authority thereof that whosoever shall be found observing any such day as Christmas or the like, either by forbearing of labor, feasting, or any other way, upon any such account as aforesaid, every such person so offending shall pay for every such offence five shilling as a fine to the county.”
Boston’s ban on Christmas lasted 22 years. In 1681 a royal governor named Sir Edmond Andros took control of governance of the colony and rolled back many Puritan laws, including Boston’s ban on Christmas. However, Christmas was still de facto illegal by many other laws. Civil servants could be removed from their posts, public school students could be expelled for skipping Christmas Day. Celebrating Christmas was also highly looked down upon by Bostonians. When Gov. Andros attended Christmas celebrations in 1686, he had to be guarded by a regiment of soldiers to fend off a mob of angry Puritans. Christmas celebrations didn’t come back into fashion in Boston until after the American Civil War.
I finally realized why anti/tumblr “problematic” culture bothers me so much, why i fucking hate the “what if someone sees it and thinks it’s real and it’s all your fault for mentioning this thing, even if it exists in the real world, we shouldn’t talk about it because that’s “romanticizing” it”.
It’s because it is verbatim the puritan/evangelical christian “PROTECT THE CHILDREN” mentality that got made book burnings and censoring.
I feel like I’m turning into a assbro dude, but seriously, what’s the difference between “if we show a married couple sleeping in bed together; it implies sex and then children will be confused” and “you can’t ship that because what if a kid who doesn’t understand that’s not how relationships work in real life sees it?”
Censoring what people do and what people (SIGH) ship because it’s not 100% ~pure~ is just fucking that: censoring.
You know what isn’t going to help this kid? Protecting them from every bad thing ever, every bad thing in the world, every shitty relationship, every shitty thing. Kids NEED, not should, not can be, NEED to be exposed to bad things and sexuality…..in a controlled fashion. (Exp.: movies, fanfiction, cartoons, shows, etc). The world isn’t going to protect them forever, and I don’t mean in the “WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD GET TRIGGERED” rhetoric, I mean: people are gonna die, people are going to get hurt, nature is going to happen. Not just by other humans, but they’re gonna see and experience things that hurt because bad things happen, you can’t fucking shield kids from that forever and you shouldn’t.
Kids need to be hit over the head with [figurative] shit and YOU ~protecting~ them from seeing it ISN’T FUCKING HELPING.
Y’all sound like fucking suburban moms ripping Harry Potter out of their kids hands: “No you can’t ship that because it’s the devil’s ship! Even though it’s fictitious and not real at all if you ship it, that makes it real and you’ll go to hell and become abusers”