Q:Have you ever had some... unique cargo on Serenity?
Q:Have you ever considered getting any... naughty piercings?
Q:have you ever wandered what happens to grammar after the witching hour?
Q:Have you ever?
Q:Have you ever buried the body behind the third stone to the left of mason field?
Q:Do you like your followers?
Q:Did you ever see a llama kiss a llama on the llama?
Q:Yo! So I participate in a weekly meme with some friends called saucy sunday, where we take sexy selfies and share them around to spread the saucy love (as it were). I have some shots in a corset that I'm quite pleased with, and figure someone of your refined tastes might appreciate as a birthday submission - but is there any way to submit them anon? I'm all for being proud of one's own body, but my nerves don't quite agree yet!
Yeah, totally possible, you can either just sign out of Tumblr and it will, I think, let you submit a picture using an email address (which it never checks, so feel free to type in whatever you want there) or you can submit it to me like normal, just add a note you want it posted anonymously, and I’ll repost it.
Q:What's wrong with Coachella, isn't it just a music festival? What culture are they appropriating and why is that even bad I don't get it this website hates everything.
Wait, is part of your question seriously “Why is cultural appropriation bad”? I mean, really?
As for the first part, here’s a demonstration of what they’re appropriating.
Q:What if you don't like and/or are allergic to pineapple?
Then you let people enjoy their pizzas without feeling the need to tell them that they’re wrong for what they like. You’re not in any way required to eat it.
To be honest, “If people like something you don’t and aren’t hurting you by it, just let them enjoy it” is a pretty central precept to the Church of N&N.
Q:You worked Gilgamesh into a Tumblr post about genetic splicing. As a hashtag. And it worked. Damnit, you win.
Hey, I’ve been trying to solve that mystery for the past two decades, I’m glad to finally have an answer.
Q:Dear, we all have bad times in life, but do not blame GOD, blame satan. Sometimes GOD does not interfere when satan strikes and let's him carry out his evil plans, but do not be furious of GOD. Instead you should try to understand what lesson GOD wanted you to learn from that experience and thank him for a valuable lesson. If you have strayed from GOD due to anger or blame, repent now, sinner. The prophesies of end times are being fulfilled, so love GOD now before it is too late. HALLELUJAAAAAH!
Okay, first off, let’s have a talk about Satan. Go read the Book of Job. Satan’s not an evil creature acting in defiance of God. He’s an obedient angel, a member of the heavenly court. God tasks Satan to test the faith of humans and report back to God on how they reply. He’s a prosecuting attorney of Heaven, but God doesn’t have rules against entrapment. He tests Adam and Eve, they fail. He tests Job, he succeeds. He tests Jesus, he succeeds. I mean, it’s what he’s supposed to be doing. So why blame him when he’s carrying out God’s will?
And in repayment for his faithful duty to God, Satan is seen as the most reviled figure in Christianity. I’m sure there’s a lesson to be found there, but it’s hard to see what we can gain from people who misread a passage aimed at a long dead king and decided Lucifer is another title for Satan.
Meanwhile, if you want to talk about the end times, let’s discuss how three of the four gospels explicitly state that the end times were supposed to take place within the lifespan of people who walked with Jesus.
But really, let’s take a moment and discuss what lesson I’m supposed to learn from chemical imbalances in my brain that I can’t control. I should thank god for being taught that I can’t trust my own thoughts? I should be grateful for the days when there’s literally nothing I want to do buy cry? I should raise my voice up to the heavens and praise the merciful god on high for the fact that he gave me a faulty body? When my brain thinks that the people in my life would be better off without me and I automatically start considering the neatest way I could kill myself, that’s a fucking gift from god? Or when I get overwhelmed by noise and people and want to collapse to the ground in tears? Is that what you’re trying to tell me here? God looked down on me before I was born and thought, “Y’know, I should fuck with the way his body works so that he’ll have days when he just can’t quite function as a human being, when he wants to just be curled up on the floor the entire time, when he’ll drive his loved ones to tears over how much he struggles with basic, simple things. Yeah, he’ll learn a good lesson over that and he’ll appreciate feeling like he’s a broken human being with a society and a parent who doesn’t understand what he’s going through.” Yeah, oh, definitely, I can see how you’d look at that situation, a flaw in my chemistry that affects how I perceive myself and the world on very basic levels, makes it so much harder to function, I can definitely understand how you’d look at that and see a fucking lesson there that I’m supposed to overcome. Just think positively and pray and that’ll rewire my brain, right? I mean, it didn’t for the half a decade that I sincerely and faithfully followed the Church and God’s word and did my best, but it’ll turn around, right? And let’s just ignore the guilt that I felt over not getting better from praying about it, how that just made me feel more ashamed and made me hide it more and made it all spiral in worse. How more prayer was what people counselled, even though it wasn’t helping, and I needed someone to talk to and to see a doctor. But pray, right?
I didn’t leave the church because of “anger or blame.” I left it because I found nothing there for me. I got a lot of words that didn’t make a difference, and no one noticed as long as I said the right words back. And I was good at saying the right words back. Hell, I was considering being a priest at one point. I would have been a good one, I think. But in the end, everything I put into religion just poured out into an empty room, no one else returned it to me. I didn’t leave the church because of god or satan, I left because of people. I’ve made my own path, I’ve done my best to get along and find understanding with the world around us. Find answers no one else would give me, instead giving me vague answers like “repent now, sinner” with no real substance to their answers. If your god wants to condemn me for that, then I don’t see that as a being I want the blessing of.
And I don’t come into your ask, anon, and push my religious ideas on you. It doesn’t seem like too much to ask the same of you. Remember Matthew 6:6: “But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”
Q:Devon Woodcomb, John Casey, Alexi Volkoff
- Husband/wife - Devon Woodcomb. Yeah, we’d be Devin and Devon. But who wouldn’t want to marry Captain Awesome?
- Best friend - Alexi Volkoff. Seriously, stay on his good side, I think he’d be a fun guy.
- Brother/sister - John Casey. Most protective big brother ever.
Q:Natalie Portman, Katherine Heigl, Scarlet Johansen.
- Wife: Scarlett Johannson
- Best friend: Natalie Portman
- Sister: Katherine Heigl, I guess? I really don’t know much about her.
Q:Please fall off the Chrysler Building and land on a bicycle with no saddle, dickwad.
An interesting attempt at detail, anon. But there’s plenty of taller buildings in the world- the Chrysler Building doesn’t even crack the top fifty- and at that height, would the actual state of the bicycle matter? And the insult doesn’t deliver any real context about what provoked it, so it just seems like random, childish lashing out. Though a nice contrast from starting the sentence with a please and ending it with “dickwad.” 3.8/10, a muddled attempt that doesn’t live up to any real potential.
But seriously, I don’t even know where that came from, anon. So I can’t say that I really care.