Sunday's Child

Amateur Author. Mommy. Nerd. Find out more about me by clicking the links below. c: Hablo español & Je parle français.

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

All right y’all-we’re halfway through season two and I’m fixin’ to complain. I do not expect this post to be very popular or to gain much traction, but I needed to get it off my chest before the next episode drop.

Rant positively inspired by this reblog: ⬇️

Reblog by @variouschips · 1 image

💬 15  🔁 66  ❤️ 645 · Sorry in advance, i kinda lashed out down there : · I really like this post cause : 1 - They're a radioapple shipper t

Truthfully, I’m so fcking tired of all the ship discourse surrounding Alastor’s asexuality.

The lack of tolerance in this fandom is unbelievable. It’s disappointing. It’s hypocritical.

More importantly, many of the people trying to “police” Alastor’s character in fanmade-works don’t seem to realize they’re invalidating ace experiences like my own.

Asexuality is a spectrum—something that’s been carefully explained in countless posts since the pilot episode aired. Yet, every day, people in the Hazbin fandom continue to make truly ignorant, and (sometimes cruel) assumptions about a life they’ve never lived.

I’m in my 30s. I’ve never been kissed… I still have my friggin V-card.

That said, I’m tired of everyone assuming that just because I don’t crave sex, I’m incapable of a romantic or even a sexual relationship. Sure, I don’t seek sex out. I rarely even think about it. But just because I’m not inherently drawn to it doesn’t mean I’m repulsed by it—or afraid of it. It just means it’s not something I naturally want.

With the right person though? I might be open to it, just as I’d be open to watching their favorite show or going to their favorite restaurant.

Yes, there are asexual people who are sex-repulsed—and their feelings and experiences absolutely matter. But they are not the only ones who exist. They are not the only ones who deserve representation.

(More damning?These people are not the ones acting vile online)

And here’s the biggest point: Alastor is an imaginary character.

He doesn’t need your help. He doesn’t need your protection.

But the person on the other side of the screen? Real.

The artist whose page you left a hate comment on? Real.

The author who poured pieces of their own experiences into a fanfic? Real.

Real. Real. Real.

You want to help? You want to protect? You want to validate asexual voices?

Then stop preaching—and listen to us. All of us. Even the “weird” ones who don’t fit neatly into your worldview.

If that’s too much for you? Then at least remember, at the end of the day, you control the content you consume.

If you don’t like a ship, block the tag.

If you don’t want romance or smut, use tags like “Queerplatonic Relationship” or “Sex-Repulsed Alastor.”

Please—just let the rest of us enjoy our fandom in peace.

And if you can’t stand to have your worldview stretched beyond your prejudices of how a proper ace should be? Or you refuse to be tolerant and learn how to respectfully coexist with people you disagree with?

Then maybe you are not ready to watch a series meant for “mature audiences”.

[ladyinrosso]

Alastor is a stray cat in a man (demon) body

One day he shows up at your door and refuses to leave. Your home is his home now.

On another day he disappears only to come back unannounced 1 month later.

He bothers the other house cats with no reason besides the fact that he loves to piss them off.

He picks up a fight with someone who's twice his size and he's positive he'll win it (spoiler: he has a total of 0 chances of winning it)

His personal space is HIS personal space, and don't you dare to invade it.

On the other hand YOUR personal space is HIS personal space. And if you think you'll be able to do something while he's touchy... don't. He isn't going to leave your shoulder/lap anytime soon.

You wanna stay tucked in bed? This is not an option. He'll meow to your ear until you get up.

Do you wanna change your bed sheets? Good luck with that pal.

He sits in funny poses that make sense to him and him only.

Dad hates him (No sweetie you can't keep him. Put him back in the trash where he belongs)

Leaves dead bodies in random places around the house.

Lurks in the shadows. His eyes are the only thing you can clearly see.

Can and will cry for help when his claws get stuck. While you try to free him he will treat you like you're a serial killer ready to skin him.

[alastors-totally-canon-deertail]

[elizabeth-sperry-blog]

🌈🦌They aren’t one to one but my Charlastor variants.

[prettykitty-bldp]

Bill from The Backrooms Log#2: Your very own ISO

Part 2 of the little idea that has been floating around my head, yes I know what paragraphs are, yes I chose to ignore them. I feel like these two lend themselves well to what I wanna go for so here you go- . 1001 words + some art!

-. .. -.-. . - --- -- . . - -.-- --- ..-

He followed the sound of clicking through the long hallways, the noise bouncing around the hallways like how a tennis ball bounced off the walls. It grew louder and louder with every step, every corner turned, until eventually he turned a corner and-

There was a man,

In a much larger room than the other ones he had seen,

Sitting at a desk, typing. 

He stood still like a deer in headlights, hoping to go unnoticed but the man looked up.

“Oh! Hello there! You’re early. Warn a guy next time, why dontcha?” The man clasped his hands together and rested them on the desk.

Blinking twice, he looked beside himself, behind himself, until he looped back around to stare at the man.

“Yes, I’m talking to you, come closer or am I gonna have to yell for this whole thing?”

Reluctantly, he walked closer, until he was just a foot away from the desk. The desk itself was full of junk, miscellaneous items, and a placard with the name ‘Bill’ on it.

“O-k, Pinetree, let’s get started-”

“Is that my name?” 

Bill’s pupils were slits, like cats.

“Would you rather be called…”He rummaged through the files on his desk, picking up a piece of paper and flicking it straight to examine it, and said: “8128?”

“Well, is that my name?” he insisted

“Look Kid, I don’t know, ok? I try to make my clients feel like something other than just a number in a system- customer service and all that!” Bill exclaimed.

“Oh- uh” He started fidgeting with the pin on his lanyard which was- 

A Pinetree-

“Thanks…BIll?”

“That’s my name! Don’t wear it out! Now, as I was saying, first you’ll need to present all the relevant documentation…” Bill looked up at him with a chipper smile and hands outstretched expectantly. 

He felt his palms get a little sweaty as he rocked side to side on his feet and looked around the room.

“Right. I mean- I wasn’t informed that- w-what exactly do I need?”

When he made eye-contact with Bill again, he did not expect the intense look of concern that seemed to piece into his soul that not even Bill’s ever-present smile could hide. 

“You.” Bill started, slowly reaching over to the phone on his left and starting to drag his finger on the circular dial, “Are not here undocumented, right?”

“NO!” He held his hands out frantically, then started to search through his pockets, inside his shirt, anywhere, “Of course not! I just left my- uh- stuff, righhhht, here!”

He grabbed onto the first thing he felt, not bothering to question what it was, which to his surprise was a small brown passport. 

“Oh, god, thank goodness- you really had me going for a second there Pinetree!” Bill snatche dit out of his hands and flipped it open to the first page.

“Wiat- come a little closer I gotta check something.” Bill beconned him over with a wave of his hand and held the book up to his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a picture of a different man, one with messy brown hair and light freckles across his face. 

“Is that…?” He asked.

“You! I hope. Out of all the clients I’ve attended to, I’ve never been fooled by an impersonator” Bill boasted while shuffling around some things on his desk, filling stuff out, and typing things onto his computer. 

“How many clients have you had?” He asked, feeling awkward just standing there.

“Congrats Pinetree, you’re the first! BIll CIpher, ISO extraordinaire happy to be at your service!” He extended out his hand, offing to shake. He accepted it, trying to meet Bill’s firm grasp. 

“I-it’s my pleasure, Bill, I was just wondering…” he trailed off, looking into the smiling eyes of his new- ISO? Which didn’t seem to blink, and the sharp points of his teeth poking out of his smile. 

“Well, I was wondering where we are, and maybe, what the date is?” 

“Of course! Firstly- we’re at my desk. Secondly- I think I left my calendar somewhere else so sorry, I don’t know the date today, but I’ve got a watch so I can tell you the time if you like!”

“Uh, sure.” His shoulders slouched and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the very helpful information. He leaned over, as Bill extended his arm out, and was met with a watchface without any hands.

“Ya get that?” Bill aksed, keeping his arm out considerately. 

Not wanting to feel bad, he just replied “Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime for my favourite client!” Bill said as he rummaged around the drawer.

He pulled out a square metal stamp and pressed it down on one of the pages of the passportbook, hard, then handed it back to him. 

The stamp’s design was a simple square with the words [Level 1] printed neatly in the middle, the stamp itself was placed at the top left corner, perfectly within the margins. “Nice job.”

“Why thank you! You’ll get only the best here!” Bill seemed to pat himself on the back at the praise, “Well that’s all you’ll need me for for now, you can head on over.” He gestured behind himself at a door with an ‘ƎXI⊥’ sign above it.

“Well- right now?” He felt along the smooth sides of the- his- passport as he glanced at the door.

“I mean, there’s not a whole lot going on here but if you wanna help distract your ISO from work for a little bit I’ve got no complaints!” He chuckled.

“Oh, I didn’t realize. Sorry, I’ll get going now.” He quickly shuffled off past Bill’s desk and towards the door, from behind him he heard Bill call, 

“Hey I wasn’t kidding about that offer, my lips will be sealed if yours are! Think about it for next time.”

He turned around to respond, maybe say goodbye, but by the time he looked back, Bill and his desk was already gone. 

[adastraasterism]

scammers

[wordfather]

idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????

[wordfather]

'whats your favorite apple' 'red' 'no i mean like what type' '??????' actual conversatiom i've had with a mutual from usa

[wordfather]

THIRTY TWO??????

[phillyphillyphilly]

Listen that doesn’t even account for all the weird shit local farmers are getting up to.

May I present the best apple:

[wordfather]

the world is so big and beautiful

[jakeperalta]

not using AI genuinely feels like the rest of the world is experiencing some kind of mass amnesia. if someone says they never use it, the immediate response is that can't be true because "everyone" uses it to write their emails or answer their questions. saw a comment suggesting that not using chatgpt to write an essay is "like the 90s". girl I graduated in 2021 and we weren't doing that! how is it that everyone has suddenly forgotten that they were entirely capable of doing these things all by themselves for their entire lives up until the past few years!! am I going crazy!!!

[thememedaddy]

[todaysbird]

today's bird is this Common Swift! this CRAZY photo was taken by Eden Davies from the uk. (image was pulled from reddit in r/Birdsfacingforward)

[mochibiscuit]

[tallestmiz747]

Human AU where Bubble is a sock puppet that human!Caine carries around and makes inappropriate comments for him..

[doncdesole]

Some human Caine doodles I did a while back. I randomly had the idea of Bubble being an unhinged, menace of a hamster - getting into Caine's ashtray to eat the cigarette butts 😂😂😂 - I have since come up with yet more ideas for human bubble…please send help…

~Based on an AU where the C&A office is struggling to keep its doors open at the peak of the dotcom bubble burst circa 2000-2001.

[notreallyx78]

sorry I liked this "trend" a little bit much so I drew my version :)

[vergolophus-archive]

More of the Heartful AU as I've been dubbing it, pretty much an entire potential character and redemption arc for Caine where he's brought back from being deleted and he's no longer in charge of, well, anything really except for his own actions.

And it begins with Pomni sucker punching a heart she conjured into his chest. (Though no one except for really Kinger knows that it's nothing more than a placebo)

When the humans are building a world for themselves in the ruins of another, he has to build himself up from nothing. He wasn't coded to be empathetic or genuine, or to even love himself... But doesn't stop him from learning how to.

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

i keep seeing ppl being like "just get an id, what's the big deal?" about the potential voter registration restrictions, and let me tell you a story i am actively dealing with

i work with unhoused people fleeing domestic violence, and i have a client rn whose driver's license expired in 2024, and she needs a new id to apply for apartments. ok, cool. problem is, she lost all her documents due to the domestic violence

so we call the dmv. dmv needs a birth certificate. like i said, she lost her birth certificate. she needs a new one. her birth certificate is from out of state

we look up how to get a new birth certificate. the birth certificate needs an id to order it. cool cool cool

ok then what about secondary options? well, she needs two secondary sources of identification to order a replacement birth certificate, and she only has one, because for everything else she needs an id. fishing license? need an id. fucking park pass? id. she could have her 18+ child use their birth certificate to vouch for her, except her abuser won't let her talk to her children, so that's a no go

ultimately we land on social security card. this is where we're at in the process rn. ofc she doesn't have her ss card, so we need to order that. social security also requires an id to request a new card, but they'll take a health insurance card with a picture attached (god fucking bless them). she has medicaid but doesn't have a physical copy of the card, so we have to figure out how to get that. then once we do that we have to upload it to the social security website, and if that doesn't work, we have to, god forbid, call the social security office (takes literal hours) and then make an appointment. she doesn't have transportation or cell service, so we would have to figure out a way to coordinate me getting her to the appointment in order to present the document

then we wait 10+ days for the replacement, that has to be mailed to me bc she is unhoused and doesn't have an address

then we need to submit her request for a new birth certificate, which we have to figure out how to pay for, bc it is not free. they're at least a month behind on requests, btw, so we are probably looking at may at the earliest for that to arrive

then we need to take the birth certificate to the dmv

dmv also requires two pieces of mail not from a po box. she doesn't have an address, she is unhoused. she can use the homeless shelter in town, but we will need to mail her stuff there and have her receive it first, and also then the homeless shelter address will now be on her new id, which landlords will recognize and may discriminate against her for

during all of this she is sleeping in a garage. it was negative one degrees this morning. also, forgot to mention, she is terminally ill. some days i legitimately don't know if she lived through the night. every day is a toss up

the absolute soonest she will have an id is probably late may. forget voter registration--most rentals won't let her apply without it. she won't be offered section 8 housing without it. she can't apply for ssdi without it. she is blocked at literally every corner without it, and the absolute soonest she can get it is late may. the dmv literally has her old card on file, and she knows the number by heart, but it doesn't matter. it doesn't count if it's expired, as if she's somehow become someone new

and that's all with the help of someone whose job it is to do this shit. imagine if she didn't have a caseworker. she has a ten year old donated iphone that only works on wifi, she can't even do her own research bc she doesn't have internet half the time. how the hell is she supposed to get anything done on her own?

so yeah, fuck you if you think requiring an id isn't voter discrimination. "just get an id" is privileged af thinking and it infuriates me every time i hear it. lawmakers know exactly what they're doing with that restriction, and it's absolute bullshit

[maboroshiiro]

♡ | Contemplated posting it after tomorrow for his bday but decided to do so today anyway haha, hope you like it!

[nekoboydreams]

Aww I love his hair!!

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

(blows up a data center) the pope sends his regards