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[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

Everyone posts the conversation Jesus and Judas have towards the end of the play, understandably so, but not enough people talk about Butch Honeywell's monologue. Butch talks about his wife and the day he met her, shocked by her beauty. A few days later, shocked by her utter decency, her capacity for quiet support. And then he speaks on the first time he cheated on her, three years into their marriage. How he didn't know why he did it, and he still has no idea. How, after that day, he felt in his bones that she wasn't his anymore, and how that genuinely tore it apart. And instead of confessing to her, he didn't, so sure that she wouldn't love him anymore, so sure that he wouldn't even deserve it if she did. Instead of speaking up the next morning, he only sat at the table and did not eat the breakfast she made them. Punished himself to make up for his transgression and refusing to own up to it. You know where that got him? Drowning himself in more alcohol and women to fill the utter chasm that he tore into himself. The certainty that he'd lost his girl, his little baby dinosaur, who slept like a loudly-snoring angel every night, right by his side. The worst part is, the utter tragedy of it, is that the certainty was counterfeit. He'll never actually know if she could've forgiven him because he never took to chance to find out. Automatically ruling out forgiveness, the possibility of becoming close to her once more, only served to put him resolutely far away from the very thing, the only thing, his soul cried out for. Oh, his body may have cried out for mindless pleasure, but his soul? His soul only ever wanted her. Ladies and gentlemen. This is the story of Judas and Jesus. Christ and his bride: Humanity. I love this allegory of a man cheating on his wife because it invokes the genuine emotional harm our withdrawl does to Christ. In fact, the whole play reminds us of this masterfully. We are not turning away from a faceless, immovable Creator, we are turning away from our Servant, our Shepherd, our Father, our Groom. He would miss us, should any one of us stray away. He loves us so ridiculously much. Possibly more than would be possible for any human. He's the one human being with the power to connect his essence to all of ours. Every last one. When one cries out in agony, so does he. He made sure of that the day that he died.

[verothewise]

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

Holy Fuck.

[fluorescentbrains]

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

[insomniac-arrest]

I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me

Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.

[furiousfurious]

Left this in the notes

[insomniac-arrest]

😂

[goodattellinglies]

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

Not only do y'all have our shield, you've got Tolkien's too. That's right. THE Christian White Guy, wrote about uber pleasurable and days-long elf sex in his notebook filled with middle earth lore. If he thought shit like this was integral to the world building, then by God it is

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

I understand that a lot of people love valvert because Javert is super obsessed with him since the beginning or wtvr. But what really gets me is the fact that Javert only ever saw the true face of God because of Valjean. Through Valjean. Let that sink in.

In conclusion, I need 10 billion more 100k+ word Post-Seine fics on my desk by morni-

[onedirectionforever]

“you support gay rights so you must be gay”

i support animal rights do i look like a fucking alpaca to you

[onedirectionforever]

turns out i am gay

[monsieurenjlolras]

holy shit how’d this alpaca learn how to type

[mywitchcultblr]

Diversity win! The alpaca is gay!

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

[thebirdkiwi]

he was a llama

[fritextramole]

a llama?! he’s supposed to be dead!

[lilysaus-reblogs]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame i think this deserves to be here

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

Flesh and Bone

That day you stopped me at the ledge,

I had accepted the death of my dreams.

Their carcasses, unloved and useless,

Were my only brethren, or so it seemed.

But before I could follow them, you barged in

And you taught me some strange alchemy.

You said, “Belief is the tool from which miracles stem from,

Makes wine of water, strength of weakness, magic of debris.”

You said, “I know your despair, and you know what I've learned?

Dreams are eternal, and only fools set them free.”

I didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name,

But I heard that you believed in me.

O wonder of wonders, here was an angel,

Who had crawled into heaven from the Underworld.

It took me under its wing, told me I could do the same.

With its blessing, a million avenues unfurled.

How far away that day seems, as if it were a dream,

As we watch our sacred offering transform into a beast.

We've transformed along with it, and for the worse, but worst of all?

We drift apart. For that, I can find no peace.

How ungrateful, how reckless, how naive I've been,

To covet Spell over Sorcerer, Progress over Soul.

Your spirit's the true miracle, lighting in a crumbling bottle.

I suppose Greatness never does come without a toll.

O nightmare of nightmares, time has proven,

That you're an angel cursed with Decay.

You were my savior, my guardian, what of me to you?

I cannot conquer Death, nor can I bargain with his day.

O, how different his bloodstained scythe appears

When it's a force you have no choice but to obey.

[oblivianmoon]

The only spinoff we needed was Tyrone & Marleen

[satanicblowjobs]

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

[alpha-blu]

I’ve never hit reblog faster or harder.

[ilovefruitymen]

Y E S

I AGREE

ANYONE AND EVERYONE CAN AND SHOULD CRY MORE OFTEN

BUT LIKE NOT IN A BAD WAY

IN A WAY THAT’S LIKE

“I need to periodically express my emotions so I don’t bottle them up and end up with depression and shit.”

becausethatsliketotallynotwhathappenedtomehahahGOCRYRN

[valhallas-last]

Yes. Its very healthy to cry. In this day and age, its concerning if you dont.

[mcpro229]

I’m sorry, boyfriend? Buddy get that guy therapy for your next anniversary damn

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

YES CRY, YOU'RE ALLOWED :D

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[daisychase]

STARFLEET ACADEMY // 1.04 "Vox in Excelso"

[tigvenus]

it's like he's physically unable to not make lovesick yearning heart eyes at jay-den like he literally can't not do it cause it would kill him

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

If anything, I think the reasons why women (ME) love Mr. Darcy are his respect of Lizzie's point of view and his MATURITY. At first he was offended by her rejection and the reasons given (some of which were actual misinformation) and responded indignantly with a letter that essentially said, "you've misjudged me, I was actually completely in the right"... but then he got to thinking. Maybe the former does not always make the latter true. Maybe an unfairly harsh criticism can indeed hold a grain of truth. How big is the grain? Well, that's where self-reflection comes in. Mr. Darcy is an intellectually honest man, he confronted this newfound image of his character head on. Like a man, not a boy. It's also the fact that Lizzie was the one who triggered his revelation. Lizzie, who he knew had an imperfect and narrow grasp on the events of his life. Understanding this, for months on end, he still poured himself over every single word she said during her scathing rejection, trying to find the truth of himself through her eyes. He would rather use Lizzie's imperfect scalpel right alongside his own as he goes about reshaping himself. And most bafflingly of all, he changed himself not because he intended to win her back like some prize, no. He never expected to see her again, and when he did, he never dared to resume his advances until she betrayed her love for him to his aunt! It was simply that he saw his flaws for the first time and could not stand by and do nothing to rectify them, another example of his striking maturity. Finally, all of this goes to show that she is not an object to him whatsoever. WHAT. A. MAN.

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

My favorite ship dynamic is good old fashioned lover boy (Crowley) × killer queen (Aziraphale). Yes, those are their roles in this dynamic, not the other way around. No, I won't elaborate upon why, the lyrics speak for themselves.

[snowflake194]

(x) sunday doodle of fem buck

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

Respectfully? DAMN.

[alhashimis]

the pitt s2e12

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

I need Dr. Al-Hashimi to stay actually. She's doing a lot better of a job handling thing rn. Wait til he admits that to himself tho. I'm thinking if Robby starts telling Al-Hashimi that she's doing really well and that he trusts her to take over from here? There is no way he's making it out of his season without acting on his ideation. That's the line in my mind.

[passionpeachy]

I am God and in this next patch update I’m getting rid of periods. instead, vaginas will now make pearls that you can trade in for prizes

[robbys-stethoscope]

Did Samira piss in Robby’s Cheerios this morning?? It feels personal at this point lol

[allhailcharacterdevelopment]

It is for shore personal, as in, he hates himself and everyone that reminds him of himself lol