#i hate catholics so much it's unreal | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

inkareds · 8 months

Text

De Selby Part 2

Matt Murdock

2 / 10 - Unreal Unearth Event

nav // event masterlist // marvel m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 2k ✧.* genre: fluff // sfw ✧.* warnings: this is mostly all from Foggy's perspective though still in 3rd POV

Foggy knows 3 things to be true about his best friend Matt Murdock, but after meeting you, he thinks he's knows 3 more things to be true.

Omg omg omg I'm running late on this event alkjsdhflkahskdfhadsf next one's Modern Aegon Targaryen II. As always lyric analysis and symbolism are explained at the end of the fic!

Requests are still open for my October writing prompts event!

Foggy Nelson has been friends with Matt Murdock since the two were in University.

Throughout those years, he has learnt a lot of things about his blind friend.

One, Matthew Murdock was a devout Catholic who was also the infamous Daredevil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Two, he was a damn good lawyer who has a penchant for sweet-talking the jury, the judge, and women.

Three, he stubbornly thinks he alone should deal with his own heavy burden but help everyone else’s.

Call it the Catholic in him, the ever-giving part of him, but Foggy always hated that part of Matt. He hated seeing his best friend push himself to his limits all day and night. On both his thankless jobs as a pro-bono lawyer and the self-appointed protector of Hell’s Kitchen.

He’d come to the office, baggy and tired eyes hidden behind his red glasses, sore and raw knuckles covered beneath layers of bandages, and bruised and battered body cloaked by his clothes and a charismatic smile. All before shrugging off any concern Foggy and Karen would throw his way.

Brushing off any pleas from the two of them to take a break. Just a single day or night off from either of his lives would do him so much. Yet, he relented.

Worked his body till the point of passing out and even a little bit after that.

He wanted to help everyone, years of hearing people’s wails and cries and not being able to do anything about it has made him want to repent for it all and do good.

But a thought crossed Foggy’s mind, and he’s sure Karen’s as well, repeatedly after the two found out about his other life. Matt Murdock was there to help anyone that he could, yet who would help him? Better yet, who would he let help him?

Then, one day, Matt came to the office with a bright smile.

Foggy remembered Karen asking what got him so cheery in the morning, only for him to shake his head and go back to work. Before directing her question to Foggy who shrugged, not knowing either.

Then the day after Matt came in with a bright smile as well. Then the day after, then the day after, then the following weeks, and so on.

There were some days where he obviously wouldn’t be so cheery, but the days that he was would outweigh the days he wasn’t.

By the end of the 3rd month of this new phenomenon occurring, both Karen and him were over it. They had planned for drinks after work in Josie’s and it was there the two confronted him about it.

“What’s been getting you all smiley these past few weeks?” Karen asked, trying to smoothly get the truth out of the man.

Matt only laughed and looked away from their two prying eyes.

“Really you’ve been all weird and stuff.” Foggy continued.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matt shrugged.

For as good as Matt was at smooth-talking anyone he came across, for some reason, when it came to two of his closest friends. He really just can’t lie. But for whatever reason, he seems to be very good at dodging questions thrown his way. So that entire night neither of them can get a real answer from him.

If only they had known that it wouldn’t be a few weeks later that they’d get their answer.

Matt went into the office that day more frazzled than usual. That in itself was enough to ring alarm bells inside Foggy’s mind but then throughout the day, Matt was clumsier. He was lost in thought more often than not, completely spacing out when Karen was talking to him about a case they were thinking about picking up.

When, heightened senses, Matthew Murdock, fully bumped himself into the side of the table, Foggy finally asked what was wrong.

“What’s happening now?” Foggy asked, exasperated.

A great silence followed afterwards as both Foggy and Karen waited for Matt to answer. Matt slowly looked up to meet their gazes, like a deer in headlights he took off his glasses and ‘stared’ at them.

At this point, both Karen and him were getting rather worried about Matt. They’ve never seen him look so, dishevelled. Of course, aside from any time he was battered and bruised from a night of daredevilling.

“Are flowers too much for a first date?” He broke the silence.

The moment the question left his mouth both Karen and Foggy felt like they were being slapped across the face.

“You’re a mess the entire day because of a date?!” Foggy exclaimed, brushing a hand through his hair.

“It’s not just a date, I need to make a good impression. I don’t want them to think this entire time we’ve been friends I’ve just been trying to hook up with them!” Matt tried defending himself much to the humour of Karen.

“It’s still just a date, man! You’ve probably gone on hundreds of them at this point! Why are you nervous now?!”

“Ok, ok, enough,” realising the two would continue arguing if she didn’t interrupt, Karen finally cut him off, “Elaborate.”

Then came the explanation and in a moment’s notice everything became clearer. A few months ago Matt had bumped into you in Josie’s playing pool alone. After offering to play with you, the two of you had easily jumped into conversation.

He didn’t know why but by the time the night ended, the two of you had so much fun that Matt had walked you home, promising to meet up with each other when the sun was up. A few days later the two of you bumped into each other again in a park.

It was like fate had set up something for him, yet you were the one who took the leap. You were the one who asked him for his number so the two of you could continue talking. As friends, nothing more.

But after months of talking and having fun, he asked you out.

And now he was currently stressing out about whether or not flowers were too much. Much to the entertainment of both Karen and Foggy, who after a lot of teasing, actually helped him get ready for his date.

One date turns into two, and two turns into several. And his status of dating slowly turned into a relationship.

Foggy hadn’t met you at this point but he did notice something. He doesn’t think Matt noticed and if Foggy were to bring it up he was sure Matt would disagree.

As Foggy watches Matt fall deeper and deeper in love with you, he also sees something else. Something different about Matt Murdock. He couldn’t pinpoint it yet but he knows there is something.

Then one day, Matt had asked whether or not both Foggy and Karen wanted to meet up with you for drinks after work. He said you had asked to meet the two of them and Foggy saw the way Matt tried to hide his slightly shaky hands. Foggy realised this meant more to Matt than he first thought and so with an easy smile Foggy of course accepted the offer.

“NO! You don’t understand! He was gone that night! I don’t think he remembers making out with that poor girl!” Foggy burst into laughter as he finished telling a story from when both he and Matt were in uni. Causing both you and Karen to burst into even bigger hurls of laughter.

Matt shook his head, pretending to be annoyed, though the large grin on his face said otherwise.

“Okay, maybe let’s stop talking about the girls I made out with back in uni in front of my partner.” Matt stated causing Karen to hum in agreement.

“Mhm, yeah, we don’t want them getting jealous,” she chuckled wiping the side of her mouth from the drink she almost spilt on herself.

From Karen’s offhanded statement, you quickly shook your head.

“Oh, no! Don’t worry about it. Trust me, I won’t get jealous. He’s in a relationship with me, not those random people he made out with.” You chuckled, “It’s funny to hear what Matt was like before I even knew he existed.”

Foggy watched as a warm smile crept into your expression as you fondly gazed towards Matt.

The four of them continued on with their conversations, Foggy telling more embarrassing stories about Matt. Much to his dismay but the enjoyment of you, who lapped up the stories, even those surrounding his flirtatious persona somehow everyone in law school fell for.

“Hey, I’m not surprised, I mean, I fell for it.” You shrugged when Foggy made a comment about how he was shocked at how many people actually liked Matt.

When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, Karen roughly nudged Foggy.

“You’ve got to stop talking about Matt’s flings.” She stated; making Foggy actually realise how much what he’s been talking was about how much of a non-commital ass Matt was before he met you.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t realise.” He quickly apologised towards Matt.

“Don’t worry about it, they don’t care.”

Foggy remembers furrowing his brows at this statement, clearly not believing Matt.

Yet when the night came to a close, both you and Matt separated ways with Karen and him so that Matt could walk you home, and as a goodbye, you hugged both him and Karen. All before raving about how much of an amazing time you’ve had with them and how incredible they were.

He didn’t know what to think about your enthusiasm, much less about your openness. After having to deal with the likes of Elektra, Foggy seldom knew what to feel about Matt’s dates.

But something inside of him told him that this time was different.

And different it was.

As time went on, Foggy finally could pinpoint what it was about Matt that was changing.

From the way, Matt would ask either Karen or him more often when he needed someone to take over a case he was doing. Or coming into work with more sleep than he thought was possible for someone like Matt.

Matt was changing.

He was changing because of you.

Foggy only started really paying attention when the realisation struck him. Then the evidence started laying itself in front of him.

He’d still leave almost every night to go be Daredevil but from the mornings Foggy would see him walk into the office, he realised that Matt was more vigilant. He didn’t take hit after hit like he used to, didn’t let the crooks fuck him over just because he thought he deserved to feel the pain, to feel blood dripping down his skin.

No, Foggy realised, Matt was being more careful. Because this time, Matt wanted to come home to you.

Slowly, Foggy Nelson realised three new things about Matt Murdock.

One, he was madly in love with you, wickedly so. So much so that he was nervous before his first date with you.

Two, your lust and enthusiasm for life were slowly rubbing off on him as his stubbornness to give up and fight for justice was rubbing off on you.

And three, he had a warmth to him that he didn’t have before.

In De Selby part 2, Hozier references several more of De Selby’s theories that I want to incorporate. The first is De Selby’s version of the Atomic Theory, he theorises that because we are all moving constantly, when we are in the frequent presence of something in nature we slowly become one being, the other one is he theorises that there are some roads in the world that are fixated to go on one direction, so when we go on a different direction we are brought into a new plane of realisation. Matt falls in love with someone almost the opposite of him, the Reader places their heart on a silver platter, they’re an open book, they’re straightforward and very trusting. They never lie and Matt can’t comprehend their unwavering trust and kindness to people. In the same way, the Reader doesn’t understand Matt’s incredible tenacity and stubbornness.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fluff #marvel x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #matt murdock angst

40 notes · View notes

booktomoviebrawl · 8 months

Text

We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

The Golden Compass:

The Golden Compass isn't even the title of the book! It's called Northern Lights! And now there are editions of the book with the wrong title on them. Enfuriating. Anyways, the movie tries to follow the books story and fails completely because they don't kill off a character because they wanted a happy ending when that character being dead is crucial to the story in the third book. Also they made Mrs. Coulter blonde. Unforgivable.

They remove the ending of the book so it has a happy ending and I guess leave it for a better beginning to the second movie, only of course they never made a second movie cause the first one bombed. They also rearranged the order of the events, and, more importantly, made it lose its bite by removing darker elements and removing explicit critique of the catholic church by making the antagonistic magisterium way more generic

Terrible movie. The acting is awful, especially Mrs. Coulter, whose character in the books is chilling because of her smooth, sweet nature that belies a deep sinister calucating mind. Plus they butchered the story and took out any mention of the church as the main villain for fear of offending Christians. This ultimately defeats the purpose of the book. I hate this movie so much it's unreal

Game of Thrones:

There are just so many reasons it's bad. But one episode in particular was the last straw for me that I never made it to the final season.

Dumb and Dumber were the showrunners, and after they caught up to the books Dany just forgot about the Iron fleet, and Jon couldn't say anything but "mah kween" 🙄

There are various issues throughout (omitting good scenes, over focus on the gore, etc, YMMV) but the real kicker is the final season. The books aren't finished, so the TV writers made up their own ending and went totally off the rails with characterization, creating a hot mess that isn't just an insult to the source material, but objectively bad in itself.

#tournament poll #game of thrones #the golden compass #his dark materials #a song of ice and fire

27 notes · View notes

iberiancadre · 4 months

Text

god I hate catholics and protestants so much it's unreal

#vagueposting

3 notes · View notes

beingharsh · 2 months

Text

i hate catholics so much it's unreal

#reading about colonial new spain

6 notes · View notes

shadowkat678 · 1 year

Text

I posted 26,487 times in 2022

That's 6,310 more posts than 2021!

247 posts created (1%)

26,240 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@acidmatze

@taulupis

@bumblerhizal

@meabeck

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#the legend of vox machina - 30 posts

#tlovm spoilers - 26 posts

#unreality - 19 posts

#critical role - 18 posts

#dungeons and dragons - 16 posts

#tlovm - 10 posts

#the raven queen - 10 posts

#toh spoilers - 9 posts

#lovm spoilers - 8 posts

#the owl house spoilers - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but i have it on good authority their home blueprints of the layout shows that the true basement should be ten feet deeper from the stairs

My Top Posts in 2022:

👀

44 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

So apparently people really like my Dragon Heist remix!

It has been suggested I put all my documents in actual PDFs and sell them on DMS Guild but I have no idea how to do that. Maybe eventually.

But in the meantime y'all can check it all out here!

Anyway tell me what you think. This was a lot of work and yes I do seek validation. Any ideas on areas I could expand upon more? What I should tackle next? Let me know!

45 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

I want to see my writing be psychoanalyzed like I see with media on Tumblr. That’s how I’ll know I made it. I don’t care if I sell like 100 copies of something one day someone can send me a letter digging into the details and writing a ten page essay and I’ll be like “Okay I’m content now.”

46 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

Well I was blocked so let me just put this here.

Asexual cisgender people are, by default, not hetrosexual cisgender. It doesn't matter if they're romantically attracted to the opposite sex or not. They are not cishets, and in places where any queerness is punished by law and by social norms, being a queer identity is enough to put you in danger.

Even if you're operating under the assumption that in places like the USA ace and aro people don't face as much structural impression, that absolutely IS NOT TRUE everywhere. When gay people are thrown off buildings, and someone hears you say you're Xsexual instead of cishet, they are not going to pause to ask the nuances. They will hate and harm you for the sole reason of existing as a queer person.

I've seen aces and aros have to run away from their home countries right alongside trans and gay people who had to.

It's 2022. Can we please stop the discourse over this and realize any queer person, in a good very sizable chunk of the world, will not get you ANY amount of privilege akin to being a cishet.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and that is the end of my thoughts on the matter.

51 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I got this new ad:

And got ~vibes~, so I looked it up and when I dug into it this school is a Catholic organization that's widely been blasted for pushing native cultural assimilation in their past. Supposedly they're currently trying to right wrongs and pushing classes that teach native languages and crafts.

But I know there's been talk about stuff still occuring and being swept under the rug as well as avoiding responsibility for past actions by shutting down lawsuits and supporting laws that protect them from legal action.

I'm not native, but I wanted to draw attention to this new ad and see if there's any native users who know more that can chime in on this.

I'm going to blaze this post in hopes of getting seen by someone with more knowledge on this. On the surface my first impression was it was a school run by native cultural activists pushing to teach kids more about their culture, as I've heard of them popping up more to fight back against historical assimilation. But it's a Catholic school and, uh, they obviously have a HISTORY behind them that's not great, to put it mildly.

346 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

1 note · View note

kurgy · 2 years

Text

bro....i realized....none of the characters in Nowhere City are cishet....

my himbo protagonist Casey is genderqueer, mostly uses he/him, and is bisexual but....his whole band is bisexual. Julie? Bisexual and loves her girlfriend. Devin? Bisexual. Frank? Bisexual and in love with Casey's boyfriend Josh

Josh is transmasc (he/him) and so fucking gay

BJ the manipulative ethically and morally corrupt CEO of a mega corp financial conglomerate and certified shitty ex bf is gay

Evan is asexual and wants no part in the bullshit

All of Casey neighbors? Queer. he lives next door to a 60 year old lesbian called Lady May who is pining after the 62 year old lesbian named Cassandra in the unit below her. Cassandra has 2 adoptive children. A gay 22 year old son named Thomas who everyone calls Tommy and he hates it, and a 13 year old nonbinary child (she/they) named Cassidy who is a lesbian.

Tommy lives in the apartment next door to Casey's on the right and he lives with his boyfriend Shaun who is ace.

The unit to the right of Tommy is the last unit upstairs and a beautiful bisexual trans women named Mags lives there with her equally bisexual male wife Shin. The wedding was glorious

not even the cameo characters are cishet

Marcello? he is 31 and just discovered he can be gay. Niko? my arsonist with so much transgender swag its unreal? Also gay.

bro the only cishet characters in this story are the occasional unwanted cop some nameless faceless extras and Casey's shitty devoutly catholic right wing parents

#Nowhere City

2 notes · View notes

theorist-influencer-untitled · 3 months

Text

3.3.24 Sunday

9:55 am

I still have windblow and I feel like I'm floating or a budol or a spell on me... I feel that my head is spinning... I feel like I'm having tipsy or hang-over? Weird... Am I feeling someone's soul or they put a spell on me???

I'm worrying so much... I need a career growth, I'm having self-pity....

Well, I just sent my application on Eperformax in Manila and Amazon thru on-line just yesterday... I will wait for it while me hoping I can get my momentum back to exercise or stretch again or start my diet....It is my dream to flatten my tummy.

I have so many frustrations...I wanted to leave Cavite why I can't grow....Where is Mitch? Is someone guilty for having that double platinum award or reaching the goldenish huge trophy in the world??? What are their plans??? Did they give me a "simple battery"???

10:14 am

If Mitch is somewhere, I have to meet her again... Just make her alive no matter what... If she earning an award off the screen... Just let her do it and make her live....I need to see her again in time like now... I wanna ask why? What's up? I just wanna see Mitch in whole piece again and ask her why and what's up???

10:21 am

For the plastics INC or Church of Christ, oh! Please have a heart.... I do believe I still have good friends in them as well as in Born Again but I'm really a Roman Catholic now not for anyone but my choice!!!

For my insensitive family members, they are almost all stupid, I just don't want to hang on with them here without helping me at all...

I still hate George's family, linking with Betsilog'z gang...

10:35 am

This song are for my true FRIENDS, ohkay???

Whereever you are.... Did you give me a "simple battery"? What's up??? Or Was there a "game plan"? Is it for Us or for something??? What's up? What's up? On every tunnel, I need to understand, why?

What's up???

youtube

10:52 am

For the fucking tunnel who got Mitch and changed her, if I find you, I will kill you all....There is a demonic young girl who lead that tunnel,they got Mitch... Where is Mitch???

I will kill you all! Fuck you whatever that fucking tunnel!!!

12:08 noon

Get out of my hair 20 those are plastics on me... Group of 20 as if they will protect but they just fuck each other for their own group!

But be responsible,still...

3:23 pm

I feel light-headed it is weird since yesterday afternoon around 5:30 in the afternoon.

Aside from I'm worrying on money and I need a job angels... Just reviewing basics about computer...

Where is Mitch? I have windblow... Did she give me a "simple battery"???

Or Miss Ignaco's group my X-teacher during high-school in my computer class.. What was the program, I think it was Pascal???

Angels,switch my soul.....I feel light-headed and I took my iron already...I need to buy iron and eat rice for awhile...

8:10 pm

I still have windblow... I feel fat and ugly ... I feel so ugly...

youtube

11:18 pm

I still have windblow.....I feel fat and super ugly, my deep inside... Argh!

I need to get my momentum back to do my exercise routine... I'm single and becoming fat and bitterish...I don't wanna be called ugly and short, angels...

One of the reasons, I wanna get a black bf but a foreigner aside from Borgy but Borgy's moment was over... I don't wanna be interfered by their follower that is so unreal....Like those red or 20's are commenting negatively on me these day like last Friday, a red suddenly bumped me while walking on the vicinity of Eperformax.

I feel so ugly... I don't wanna adjust coz I was so fucking nice... My younger days was over and my pretty young soul was being stolen for nothing. The wicked witches wanted me to feel insecure and it reached that point these days, that my stretch face was just a history and now all they can see is my sagging skin...

youtube

#Youtube

0 notes

bookofjudith · 2 years

Text

my last rant ab Catholics trying to get religious exemption from the vax is that their common argument against it is that it was developed using a fetal cell line taken from an aborted fetus in the 70s. Which. The absolute mental gymnastics and willful ignorance to get there. How many other medical advancements were tested using that cell line that you had no fucking issue with, because abortion is only a talking point when it’s convenient for you, and pro-life has nothing to do with anyone else. including the tens of thousands of drugs developed using a cell line unethically taken from a poor black woman with cervical cancer named Henrietta Lacks, who never knew it was taken and died having not seen a penny of the millions of dollars that were made off of her cells. It drives me up a goddamn wall how selective they are. It only matters when they say it matters.

#I hate Catholics so much it’s unreal #not to mention the fucking conference of bishops put out a letter saying to get the vax and they STILL ignore ir #it’s times like these I wish Catholicism had #a principe like pikuash nefesh #bc apparently the concept of preserving human life over austere religious rules needs to be spelled out #GOD IM SO MAD

20 notes · View notes

girl-debord · 1 year

Text

anti-catholic poem by the troubador Guilhem Figueira

#original mediations #i hate catholics so much it's unreal #poetry

35 notes · View notes

neostalgia · 5 years

Photo

oh! okay

#qi.txt #testimonials #HDFHSDGL:HSDG IM SO FUCKING SDHGDS HGDSLG ORRY #i hate catholicism so much its unreal #but im ethnically catholic :pensive:#< a joke btw

3 notes · View notes

1eos · 3 years

Text

i.......hate taemints so much its just unreal 😭 why would someone say lil nas x hasnt done anything taemin hasnt like taemin is in no way comparable to an out gay black man making mainstream hip hop/country fusion. yes want was a good mv but it was in no way as political or caustic or potentially offensive as montero hello? taemints literally think taemin invented catholism 😭😭😭😭 like ppl have been using christian themes since the religion dropped babe did we not all watch the judas music video in 2011 nd did the dance what’s going on

#didnt i say shawols saw all those posts abt not seriously thinking any 'feminine' korean man is gay nd ignore them #like those gay jesus jokes yall were making sunk in too deep

183 notes · View notes

irkenheretic · 2 years

Note

What's uhhh *shuffles papers* the worst/most annoying fanfic trope?

this is literally from november but im going to answer it now because i finally thought of the worst fanfic trope all across the board. are you ready..... here it comes...

the worst fanfic trope is... drumroll please....

"and they all get therapy."

holy FUCK this is such a shit ass trope. the therapist is usually the most bland as shit whitebread character to ever exist because theyre a therapist and they kind of have to be calm about everything and exclusively reactive and in fiction that makes for a boring ass character and nobody has ever thought "hey what if we made this character like.... a character"

AND BEFORE I GO ON LET ME TALK ABOUT TWO EXCEPTIONS:

you and catalyst. That's Fucking It. because honesty hour is a deconstruction of the "character gets therapy" trope and is actually realistic in terms of what zim going to therapy would be like (or so ive heard, i cannot read it because unreality/gaslighting-y stuff is a major major trigger for me, sorry bout that ^^; my friends rly like it tho) and the catalyst au is a character study first and foremost where red and zama are both allowed to be actual characters and the process of therapy is the main point- especially red's journey thru therapy and the very specific intersection of "yes i want help yes i am perfect we exist." the journey thru therapy portrays an actual change in the characters.... so why do i hate it anywhere else?

because USUALLY when characters go to therapy, it's not to savor the journey of change. it's to Fix them.

this fandom has a plague in it and the plague is this fandoms media literacy is piss poor

(immediately i get a reply saying theyre going to doxx me for accusing them of pissing on the poor)

the invader zim characters cant just be themselves. in order for them to be worthy of sympathy from the audience, they have to change.... and by change, the fandom of course means change into the perfect pitiable cookie-cutter version of mental illness.

so they go to therapy, which here is less of a process and more of an easy bake oven response to characterization- bad person goes in, good person comes out. and now you can sympathize.

a therapist is also inserted so the creator can go "see? see?? the character DOES want to change! theyre in therapy! which is what the Good People do!! so theyre good and we can like them :)" because as i said the fucking plague of media illiteracy is so prevalent that a morally dubious character like say, zim or tallest red, cant just change in an organic narrative way that actually has to do with the plot of whatever it is theyre in. they HAVE to get stuck in the Therapy Box so we can ~see that theyre Good People since theyre Working On It~ and they get shat out as nice good people that we can feel morally justified in rooting for. and i see this a lot in other fandoms too. if youve ever written anything starring bakugo for the BNHA fandom, you know the pressure to soften his character and portray him as a Good Pure Boi is REAL, because otherwise youll be accused of justifying his ~irredeemable nature~ (read: he was a middle school bully.) you as the author either have to plunk him in some off screen nebulous Therapy Program that fixes helps him, or you have to make the narrative constantly punish him for daaring to be a less than stellar person at the age of Fourteen, wether it be by misfortune upon misfortune befalling him, or by you writing bakugo to be self-flagellating to the point where it disrupts the narrative. and this same thing is expected here, with pretty much every single fucking character. and at some point, them beating themselves up for their entire in-show character or the narrative putting them through a trauma conga line of catholic atonement gets real fuckin old.

so they go to therapy.

#shoutout to you and the catalyst au for not being total wastes of server space unlike everything else w this god forsaken trope #its cuz you cozy and audrey have like actual braincells and basic understanding of character #and beyond that are just genuinely really talented people #dont think im calling yalls stuff 'baseline competent'#cuz its much more than that. its genuinley good #but holy shit... everything else w this trope.....#and before anyone comments #'but have u seen [popular creator]'s work they totally do it well-'#yes i have and no they dont #now calling the tallest

7 notes · View notes

magicalgirlmascot · 3 years

Text

I hate Catholic schools so much it's unreal

5 notes · View notes

hainethehero · 4 years

Text

The HARRINGROVE War AU that no one asked for...

"Jetty!"

"Oh fuck!"

"Fucking hell man! We're fucking dead-"

"Shut the fuck up Meyers!"

"Andrews! Get the medic!"

"Fuck- my goddamn arm!"

"Tommy-!"

The sounds are still in his head, knocking around his brain inside his skull. His eyes haven't closed in days and he's pretty sure his skin is falling off his bones. He feels sick and dirty and his hair feels dirty and unkempt. It had grown back so fast in the short period of time he'd been here... in Hell.

His body hurts, bones jarring and scraping against each other with every movement. There's a throbbing on the left side of his ribs, and the stinging pain of a festering wound on his right. It's been burning for days. His legs are sore, right leg wrapped up to the knee and oozing thick, dark red. The bandages around his head have started getting sticky with sickening ointment and congealed blood. His lips sting painfully every time he passes his tongue over them. They're cracked and busted in several places, red and raw where the skin's been opened.

God, what had they done to him?

He feels a presence near him and freezes, even though the bombs ringing in his head don't quite stop exploding.

"Hi Ms. Nancy, how's he been?"

"You're always right on time Soldier."

The woman's voice sounds familiar but he can't place it in his hazed state.

"I made him a promise." The man responds, a dark, echoing loneliness in his voice.

"Of course," Ms. Nancy replies, walking closer to fix something very near to his left side.

And somehow, his body fails him and goes stiff, sitting upright with his eyes wide and frightened. His jaw is locked tight and his fists are clenched, knuckles white. Every instinct in his body is warning him to get away- to run away from the danger, as if he'd be torn apart by the bomb Ms. Nancy was currently setting atop the bed. A terrified whine escapes his throat and a solitary tear runs down his pale cheek.

"He's been getting worse huh?" The Soldier asks, not unkindly, just kind of sad.

"So far, we've only seen nine cases of men recovering from shell-shock. It's not promising... one of them died last night."

"Died? Did it spread?"

"No Soldier. He put a gun in his mouth."

There's a sudden silence that falls over them, cold breeze billowing through the over-arching windows of the stone Catholic church they'd set up the triage in. Even the pained and terrified moans and cries of grown men had fallen into the hush, as if God himself were present.

Then Ms. Nancy speaks again:

"There's been a new shipment of iodine and sodium hydroxide today. From the French. We've been ordered to ration it but I think he needs his wounds cleaned again."

"Thank you."

........................

He hates when the nurse bathes him.

Hates how useless it makes him feel. Hates that he'd become so cowardly, like a child afraid of the dark. Her thin but gentle hands wash over him, soothingly passing the clean water over his skin, careful not to disturb the wounds. But he feels so wounded all over.

By the time he's back in bed, the night has taken over for the day, and hundreds of his comrades have already conceded to sleep. But he stays wide awake, terrified and paranoid that a bomb's going to go off in the middle of the night and kill everyone while they rest peacefully. So he keeps his rifle by his bedside, ready for a fight.

"Goodnight Soldier." Ms. Nancy says softly, not to him, but to the man sitting beside him.

The Soldier's been with him since the trenches. He was a good man, and a steady presence of stability in these crazy days. He could recall some kind of kinship between them, comprised of half-hearted banter, terrible jokes and early morning conversations that were for their ears only. Talking to him had made being in those vile and unsanitary trenches a little better. They often talked about being back home, safe and surrounded by friends who loved them. Their families were another story but that was beside the point.

"Got a letter today," the Soldier tells him, drinking out of an aluminium canteen. His finger twitches, almost as if he's fighting to respond but is paralyzed to do so.

"From Maxine."

Maxine was Soldier's sister...

She told me that my Dad and Susan were planning to move out of California. Stupid, right? She said something about Indiana, and starting over in a small town. Who knows pretty boy? They might even move to that good ol' Hawkins you keep telling me about."

Pretty Boy... that's Soldier's pet name for him.

"A letter came for you too. From your father."

He must've gasped in shock because suddenly the Soldier is staring up at him with those unreal blue eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise. He feels the Soldier's hand on his shoulder and it's warm and comforting. It beds down the shock a little bit; shock at the fact that his father had written a letter to him. He may have been in shell-shock but even his mind could recall the time when John Harrington said that he was dead to him. That until he'd made something of himself, he would never be accepted- would never be his son.

"Steve? You with me kid?"

Kid.

The Soldier always called him that, despite being not much older himself. He preferred that nickname to rookie though, since he'd only just started while the Soldier had been on this tour since late last year. He remembers the absolute feeling of dread that had filled his body when the draft had come around and his name was on that godforsaken piece of paper. His parents had been all too ecstatic to ship him off on his merry way. He'd been writing to them, feverishly begging for their mercy. Hadn't gotten a letter back since he'd started writing to them.

"Wh- ...what d...does it say?" he hears himself ask softly, throat shaking with emotion. "Can- ...um, can you read it to me Bill?"

Billy- no longer the abstract Soldier in his mind- sighs and leans over in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. He's holding a piece of paper in his hands, fists closed tight, his knuckles white.

"Please Bill..."

"Hold on pretty boy," Billy whispers as gently as he can, blue eyes staring hard at the neat, professional penmanship of who must've been John Harrington, Steve's father. It was concise and void of any kind of human emotion.

"Steve,

Stop sending us letters. It upsets your mother and I'm much too busy to sit down and write replies."

Billy feels his heart break into pieces for the poor kid and he doesn't have the heart to put him through such harsh words. He folds it up quickly and clears his throat.

"Y'know what? I brought Max's letter by accident."

"W- what?"

"Must've left it in the command wing. It's fine, we can always get it some other time."

Steve looks at him, big brown doe-eyes confused and sad at the same time. "What if it's an emergency?"

Billy scoffs. "Trust me, they ain't fighting a war back in ol' Hawkins. Your folks can wait. You on the other hand, need to get some sleep."

A soft smile creeps up on Steve's pretty face and he blushes soft pink. "Well at least tell me what's been going on Boss."

That was his pet name for Billy.

"Where's Tommy?"

Billy's expression suddenly changes and he's no longer pained. Just angry. And lost and so fucking confused. War brought out the worst in men, and it was always hard to fight alongside the corpses of men he'd spent weeks, months in the trenches with. They were all family, and losing even one of them was the worst pains Billy had ever faced.

Steve's hopeful expression turns ever so slightly and now he looks awfully worried.

"Bill? Billy where's Tommy?"

Billy glances up into the kid's eyes and sees nothing but hopelessness there as realization dawns upon him. Steve bursts into wailing tears and crashes back onto the pillows, hands covering his face. His wails trigger some of the sleeping men and they wake up in a shock, disgruntled yells and curses filling the large hall.

"Settle down Soldier," a tired looking nurse hisses, looking more panicked than mad. She gives Billy a pointed glare and goes about on her way to putting the terrified men back to sleep.

Billy sighs and shushes Steve as gently as he can, petting the boy's soft hair until he quiets. He feels a weariness wash over him and crawls into the bed to lay down next to the kid. Steve wastes no time in burying his face in Billy's neck, silent sobs wracking through his frail body. Billy wraps him up in his arms, a scalding hot wave of protectiveness flaring inside his chest.

"It's okay kid, I've got you. I promise," he whispers in Steve's ear, stroking his back in slow, deliberate motions. The pretty brunette cries and cries until he cries himself to sleep, snuggled into the larger soldier, as if he was the only protection he needed.

Billy just holds him through the night.

84 notes · View notes