I Really Flippin Love God Bro. I Can Mess Up A Bunch Of Times And STILL Get Blessed Like I'm The Youngest

I love many things in this show. Story, jokes, culture, characters, art style, even the sometimes ear wrenching dub, but none of it tops my man Wolfram over here. He's my favorite, yes, because he's a typical pretty boy, but also because he has this dumb ability to be the damsel in distress every dang episode. Like he's a literal genderbended princess peach at this point. I recommend watching the show, so I don't wanna spoil it for people. If you wanna see the dumb list of events this poor prince has been through, continue further.

• Proposed to by a stranger, a human no less (at war with humans and to his kind, they're seen as mean and ugly creatures)

• Be strangled by a water dragon by fiancé

• Fall into a sandpit while being attacked by a huge bear.

• Always falls sick when in human territory

•Went missing

•Attacked by bandits at least 10 times in just the 1st season out of 3

•Always seasick

•Kidnapped about 3 times from the top of my head, yes its been more

•MULTIPLE CASES OF LITERAL POSSESION, they just can't keep they're hands off his poor delicate body

• LITERAL DEATH. YES. HE DIED. LIKE DED. HEART STOPPED, NO PRANK, COLD AS ICE, DED

• Held captive

•In the manga he had a coma possesion

•Getting his literal heart stolen. Literally. Like reach into his chest and take out the organ. I'm not talking about him falling in love with Yuuri

• In the novel, Yuuri stabbed him

• Yuuri almost obliterated him

• Got shot with an arrow

• This btw is off the top of my head, meaning out of the 3 seasons, this isn't even all of it.

Is there anything my God cannot do? Sometimes I remember how I am talking to the same God who talked to Adam and Eve, to David, and to Daniel, and to Simon and Mathew and John and every figure in the bible. I am speaking to their deliverer. So if God will deliver them from flaming furnaces, starving lions, swords and bows, and more, I know I can trust Him to save me in times of inconvenience like a stomach ache or a headache or something small. I know He can save me in big problems too, but thankfully I've never had to go through thick waters like that.

Remember the days you cried alone? Remember all the pain you went through? Remember all the sorrow and anger? Now for a different set of questions. Do you remember the days you laughed happily? Or the days of perfect comfort and a warm bed? Or the joy and love you felt? Why is it that we hold God so responsible for the first set of questions but not for the latter? He provides all that is good, not all that is suffering. Sometimes I'm so focused on being ok that I don't sit to just see the reality of things. The person who gives me grief and suffering and trauma isn't God. He let's it happen so he can do good things, but He did not do it. It was actually an ugly and stupid snake. The same snake that tried to drag me to hell because he's a salty failure and has no life. The same snake who dare try and decieve me and all of my brothers and sisters. The same snake who if you gave me the chance, I would run a pipe down it's skull and out the other end, place it over a fire, and have a cookout. I hate that snake. But don't hate God because the snake is annoying.

Wolfram: *Drowns in a sandpit while wrestling an 80 pound bear*

Conrad, also known as Wolfram's big brother: "He'll be ok if he's lucky"

Yuuri: *Faints for the 100th time this season because he used a bit too much power*

Conrad: OH MY GOODNESS, YUURI ARE YOU OK?! CALL THE ROYAL MEDICS!!!

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Wolfram: *Is being strangled by a bunch of powerful water dragons*

Everyone else: "How fascinating!"

Yuuri: *Finishes strangling Wolfram and passes out cuz he's sleepy*

Everyone else: *Literal Panic*

"I don't have enough faith to be an athiest."

A line I've heard but never delved into. But I thought about it and came to that exact conclusion. I don't have the faith to be an athiest. Those words don't sound right together but they're very closely related. One day, we'll all die. Our sisters, our brothers, moms, dads, children, friends, etc. But nobody knows what happens when we die except the dead. Theists belive there is something after death, whether heaven, hell, reincarnation, divinity, whatever other beliefs are out there. Athiests believe there is...nothing. Just a big dirt nap. Now, life is a very big bet. You gamble all you have on the way you live and what you do.

The consequence of being a theist and being wrong is nothing because while we may have "wasted" our lives, we were happy with our choices. If we weren't happy, we can't even regret it because we'll be dead. Unable to think or feel. But the consequence of being an athiest and being wrong is in some cases, small and trivial, and sometimes very big and excruciating. Like hell. Y'know, the pit of everlasting flames where teeth gnash, souls weep, and flesh burns but does not decay. For eternity. The benefit of being an athiest and being right is a fun and wild time on Earth for about 80 years (if your lucky) that you'll forget once you croak. The benefit of being a theist and being right is living a life with hope and purpose and then getting whatever benefit there is to that religon, which is a perfect world with a perfect God in christianity once you die. Does that sound like equal pay equal reward to you?

You need to have the upmost faith in the belief that there is nothingness after death to be an athiest or you waste not these 80 years you love so badly, but the eternity afterward. You stake your body, your life, your future and your soul on it. You risk an eternity and afterlife in burning flames to believe it.

No matter what, we will all face death and we will all have to make a bet on something or someone. Atheism isn't a way of not betting at all, it's betting on there being no answer to the question, no number on the dice being thrown. Believing in every God and religon is betting on every answer being right, betting that every number is the right bet, which is contradictory and completely false. It's not a way out, it's either you turned off your brain and used "I want proof" as an escape route, or you genuinlly have the faith to be able to say you are willing to risk hell and eternal flames and firmly believe that there is nothing after death. That is a lot of faith. More faith than I have.

The only bet a theist has to make is on who they believe. They have 4000 somethin options but only one can be true. God has given me all the reason I need to follow Him, and so I will do just that.

But yeah. I don't have the faith to be an athiest.

someone plz make this bro I can't-

Ok so I was just animating or whatever amd then all of a sudden, I got a great idea. It's probably already been done before but like what if, hear me out, what if, there was a fanfiction about Chuuya's pov when Dazai left. I imagine this as platonic and like obviously it's been done but like what if it weant as such:

Chuuya usually goes about his day normally, doing normal pm stuff, and once in a while he'll run into Dazai because, he too is pm. They usually fight and squabble and it's totally a routine at this point but then one day he wakes up and Dazai just isn't there. Idk maybe he was busy or something. So the next day he still doesn't see him. Probably trying a new suicide method. The next day. And the next. And the next. And the next, he isn't there. Finally he starts wondering what the heck is going on and somehow, Idk, maybe Mori tells him, or he overhears it, or somethin, he finds out Dazai left the mafia or just dissapeared out of nowhere. Now dude's like totally mad and confused cuz he didn't get any news of this sooner and he has no knowledge of why he would leave like that. Seeing as Chuuya is an actually smart person, Idk maybe he can use some deduction skills to try and figure it out. Even though he's racking his brain about it, nothing comes up. Until he remembers how close Oda and Dazai were and how Oda just recently died. So he gets a squad to do research, and they find literally nothing due to Ango's deal with an organization. So dude's got no leads, no ideas, and one clue why Dazai left, which is Oda's death. So he just has no other choice but to live with that and be vigilant. Four years. Four. Years. Pass. And no signs of Dazai. Like he just stopped existing that day. So, this could go a couple ways:

One day, Chuuya's doing something, Idk, shopping, walking, working, Idk Idc, but he's doing something and then just hears the words Dazai and immediently freaks out. He goes over and is totally freaking out and asking a billion questions and stuff. The people who were talking about him then tell him that Dazai was in the detective agency. And Chuuya's response is honestly beyond me. Make that up, I have no clue. But then he goes to check out the agency, and then sees him and after that I have no clue. I don't imagine them talking about it though. I think maybe Chuuya's just like, dang he looks way healthier or happier here, that's weird. And just decides not to interfere and goes home, questions mostly unanswered.

Or the other ending:

Chuuya, once again, is just doing stuff and then hears a reaaaaaally familiar and obnoxiously annoying voice and just wips his head around so hard it practically snaps. Then there's Dazai, just talking with an ADA member and he just freezes. Like, my dude was gone 4 years, now he's here, out of nowhere. So he's just in pure shock. Then it turns into pure rage. Then it turns into pure confusion. Then exitment. Then rage again. He cracked the case, but it was still unresolved. After that, do what you will, my brain is empty.

BSD manga spoilers

So like, hold up, am I tripping or am I having a fever dream. I never understand what's going on but I maybe maybe not caught onto something in the newest chapter. When Fyoder was stabby stabbyed by the guard dude, his blood got on him and he got weird. And idk if I'm just stupid, but that reminded me of Kyouka's parents immediently. There was a dude who came in and when their blood got on the parents, they also got weird. I don't think it's the same cuz I don't trust myself and also cuz it doesn't explain how Fyoder kept his former appearance. Clearly he's different cuz he used to have a scar on his cheek when Sigma saw his memories but now that scar is gone. Also, he died in the memory, so, like...whaaat? So, I ain't too sure how he got another body identical to himself. Also, that reminds me of dead apple when his ability took form differently than the others. Perhaps he wasn't entirely lying to sigma about his ability. Unlike eveyone else's ability, none of them were really sentient. They just attack blankly, meanwhile, Fyoder's ability can talk and think like he was a person. It also wasn't attacking him. This makes me think multiple things that I'm too dumb to really get into.

#bsd #Fyoder #bungou stray dogs #ch 114 #chapter 114

Who do you think you are?

A liar, a cheat, a weakling, a coward? Selfish, crude, stupid, dishonest? Unwanted, weird, wrong or a mistake?

Or maybe you think you're a godsend. A triple threat, a jewel, a diamond. Smart, genius, charismatic, good?

Truth is, it doesn't matter. Cuz you've messed up before at one point or another. You're a sinner.

And so am I.

But even then, our sin is no match for God.

Dazai Chronicles Ep 4

Just click on it for better quality

If you're wondering why it looks a bit ummmm different in each part, it's cuz I drew them quite the time away. It took maybe a month gap to do the second one? But yeah, Chuuya's turn has been served. According to the poll, Ranpo should ne next. Also, no clue why the quality went down on tumbler, but I don't know how to fix it sooooo :/

I cannot be more serious, there is nothing better. There is nothing better than the feeling I feel when I'm with God. I went years running around doing all kinds of stupid things before I met Him, but He calmed my heart the same way He calmed the storm. Anxiety fled, lust died, anger wained, grief packed up and left, and He moved in.

You may think I'm crazy. An idiot who never learned to question. A traditional bum who can't open her mind to new ideas. Even an uneducated fool spouting whatever false tales.

You may think I'm in need. A victim to white men who drilled this religous crap into my head. A kid who doesn't even know better, she'll wake up once she get's old enough.

You may think I'm evil. A weirdo out of my mind who only lives to shame others. A cultists trying to drag others down with me. A judgemental, sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, trump supporting conservative who can't understand that sometimes she isn't right.

Well let me explain something

I'm sane. I question everything, the how, the why, the what, the who, the when. I adopt new ideas all the time, only the difference is, I have boundries when it comes to ideas trying to pull me away from the Word of God. I'm educated, and I plan to become a professor.

I'm not a victim. I chose this path for myself, no person or group manipulated me into it (besides, it's not a white man's religoun, it's middle eastern). I may be a kid, but the things I've seen and felt was something even a toddler could identify as unmistakenly God.

I'm not evil. I don't shame people, thinking they're gross or whatnot just because we don't share the same beliefs, I pray for them and their wellbeing. I'm not a cultist and I would never willingly drag anyone down if I knew what I was following was false, in fact, I wouldn't even be in it myself. I don't look at any gender, race, occupation, status, or sexuality and think I'm looking at devil's incarnate, just a person like me and everyone else who doesn't know the goodness of God (Also, I'm not even a republican and I'm well aware I'm wrong sometimes).

Contrary to many beliefs, I'm not as bad as people try and peg me to be. I'm just a kid trying her best in a world where nobody ever looks back on the weak. I'm just a kid who struggles to make friends or relate to people. I'm just a kid that wants to love and be loved. Trying to understand, find my way, do what's right and be truly happy.

I'm just a child.

God's child.