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JCS made Jesus and Judas mentally unstable ex-high school sweethearts trapped in the bodies of thirty-something grown men in the middle of a sociopolitical crisis, and no one batted an eye

But when I say they should have fucked society-

#jesus christ superstar #jcs #jesus x judas #christianity fandom #judas x jesus #jcs 2012

slasisaditi

Funny letterboxd reviews that I had to draw

sacrificial-pawns

Conspiracy googles on:

onsidering all their shenanigans backstage and on twitter, where they actively work on their chemistry, I wish the production shared more Bensus x Timdas moments. The tiny "documentary" has too little of them, it's sus. Even the official pics mainly focus on Bensus and Melry.

It might be because Ben wasn't officially out, but still! SUS

We were robbed

No because my hc is that Jesus would have been a transformers fan, but like, the OG series

Little Jesus with his Optimus Prime toy awww my small bean you deserved better :(((

#jesus christ superstar #jcs #christianity fandom #jesus chris superstar #transformers #I guess

thetyrannytranny

Jesus Christ superstar is NOT a gay allegory…

It’s just gay

Fic Idea where Judas is possessed by a demon, but due to his deep conflicted feelings, he cannot be exorcised normally, so Jesus has to fuck the demon out of him or smth like that

#jesus christ superstar #jcs #jesus x judas #judas x jesus #christianity fandom #ao3 #fic ideas #my fic #it's copyrighted now #/hj

In a quiet town shadowed by low expectations, there lived a young man named Elias who had never set foot inside the local high school. Everyone called it "the Academy," but Elias simply called it a trap. The pass rate hovered below ten percent year after year, and his parents—scarred by stories of bright kids reduced to despair—kept him home. He taught himself from borrowed books, old encyclopedias, and whatever he could find online. By eighteen, he could solve differential equations, debate philosophy, and fix engines with nothing but instinct and scrap metal.

His two closest friends, Marcus and Lena, grew up differently. They lived a few streets over and often visited Elias in his cluttered garage workshop. The textbooks they showed him from the Academy looked impressive: crisp diagrams, clear explanations, logical progression. "See?" Marcus would say, flipping pages. "This school's got good materials. How bad can it really be?"

Lena nodded. "Everyone says the teachers care. The books prove it."

Elias would just shake his head. "Books don't grade papers. People do."

Still curious, Marcus and Lena enrolled the next year. At first, everything seemed promising. The classrooms were clean, the textbooks identical to the ones they'd admired, and the teachers quoted long passages with perfect recall. Marcus and Lena excelled immediately. Their answers showed real understanding, not rote repetition. Teachers smiled at them, patted their backs, predicted high marks. Classmates recited chapters flawlessly during review sessions, yet when exams came, those same students stared at blank pages, pens frozen, faces blank with confusion.

Marcus tried helping. He stayed after class, breaking concepts into smaller steps, drawing examples on the board. "It's not about memorizing the words," he explained. "It's about what the words mean." The classmates listened politely, nodded, then went right back to chanting paragraphs like incantations. Nothing stuck. They didn't even glance at Marcus's or Lena's work during tests—no cheating, no envy, no curiosity. They simply failed again, shrugged, and moved on. Even some teachers struggled. They could lecture verbatim from the book but faltered when a student asked a question outside the script. Praise for Marcus and Lena's insight was rare; the faculty treated their intelligence as mildly interesting, not remarkable.

All marking was done by the principal, JC—a man who looked perpetually thirty-five, with calm eyes and a gentle voice that carried unusual weight. Most of the school revered him. Students and staff spoke of him with quiet awe, as though he held some unspoken authority beyond his title. One afternoon, Lena stayed behind in his office. "This place is broken," she said bluntly. "Kids are failing who shouldn't. Teachers are failing who shouldn't. Change it now. Fix the marking, train the staff, teach real comprehension. You could turn this around."

JC leaned back, folding his hands. "I know the pain here, Lena. I've watched it for longer than you can imagine. But reform must come when hearts are ready. Rush it, and people get hurt—pride shattered, trust broken, worse things. Be patient. Stay. I promise you: I will make all things new. The school. The town. The way people think. But the time must ripen."

Lena pressed. "People are hurting now. Waiting is cruel."

JC's expression softened, almost sorrowful. "Some seeds need winter before spring. Trust the season."

She left his office angry, diploma within reach yet feeling worthless. Weeks later, she walked away from the Academy for good, forsaking the certificate and the near-reverence a graduate received in that town. She found Elias again. Together they started posting online—sharp, bitter threads about the school. Elias tweeted about lazy teachers and a system that manufactured ignorance. Lena added stories of verbatim recitations followed by total collapse on paper. "This place isn't educating," one post read. "It's making the world dumber, one failed generation at a time."

Pushback came quickly. Teachers responded with measured disappointment. Students defended their school, insisting the problem was effort, not method. JC never replied publicly, but rumors said he read every word.

Marcus stayed. He graduated quietly, top of his class in a sea of failures. The diploma carried weight locally, and he went on to medical school. Years later he became a respected doctor, saving lives in emergency rooms and quiet clinics. In interviews he always thanked his old teachers: "They weren't perfect. None of us are. But they showed up every day, trying their best in a hard place. That matters."

Under JC's steady hand, the Academy slowly changed. Pass rates crept upward. New methods appeared—less memorization, more application. Teachers received training. The town noticed. People began to speak of the school with cautious pride.

Elias and Lena never saw the turnaround up close. Their health declined young—stress, neglected habits, the slow wear of bitterness and isolation. They died alone within a year of each other, still convinced the old Academy had been irredeemable.

In the end, the school stood quieter, improved but humbled. Marcus's patients lived. JC remained, ageless in appearance, patient as ever. And somewhere, the textbooks—still well-made—sat on shelves, waiting for the next generation ready to truly read them.

The New Testament HS

Patented by me

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thenwearedecided

due to inflation 2010 jesus had to do twice as many leper tricks as 2007 jesus apparently did

thetudorslovers

He raised his head. Judas's whole body was bent over him.

“Judas, my brother,” he said, “lie down next to me. The Lord will come in the form of sleep and carry us away. Tomorrow, God willing, we'll start off bright and early to find the prophet of Judea, and whatever God desires, that is what will take place. I am ready.”

“I am ready too,” said Judas, and they lay down, one next to the other.

They both must have been extremely tired, for they slept instantaneously, and the next morning at dawn, Andrew, who was the first to awake, found them fast asleep in each other's arms.

sillykytty

MARTIN SCORSESE MADE THEM SO GAY AND FOR WHAT?????

#the last temptation of christ 1988 #the last temptation of christ #judas iscariot #jesus christ #judas x jesus #jesus x judas

thetyrannytranny

I’m gonna drop some fire analysis/connection my friend did of an Oscar Wilde poem and the Bible

GUH HES SO COOL

EVERY TIME I TRY TO LOOK UP SOME JESUS X JUDAS FIC IT'S ALWAYS SOME "THIS MY WHOLESOME CRACKFIC WHERE I RANDOMLY PUT SOME CONTEMPORANEOUS POLITICAL FIGURE, AND JUDAS DOESN'T EVEN APPEAR TO BEGIN WITH" SHUTTTT UPPPPPPP

So punk so unique, but Jesus WOULD NOT DATE JD Vince or Trump

Keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!!!