I Will Be Never Unnotice That DP Stands For Both Deadpool And Double Penetration.

Nice enablement of chaos.

Reddit started removing moderators from protesting subreddits, so /r/PoliticalHumor just made all their over one million subscribers moderators.

Sentence with excessive implementation of figurative language:

"A poetic materialization of silenced screams of agony delineate in crimson the last ecos of the absent voice."

Uncomplicated sentence:

"Blood stains tell stories"

1: Yeah, yeah, finish boning your apple tea and lets get the fuck out of here."

2: That is not-

1: I know and I don't care. So finish fucking your food and let's get the fuck out of here.

2: You mean "finish your fucking food".

1: Did I stutter?

This might be the coolest fanfic I've laid my eyes upon, up to date: 364 & A Wake Up

Hell, this is better than some canon stuff I've read.

Shit, and this hasn't been updated for almost a whole year. Damn it, I respect all reasons for that cause it's not my place to ever act like a spoiled brat and try to tell people what to do with their time. But DAMN IT. My experience tells me that the chances of this being completed are low.

Fuck, there is a number of reasons I mostly go for completed works only. Shit fuck damn it.

So I am here to cry about because I didn't obey my own anti-disappointment rules. But FUCK I can't bring my self to regret it. It's good.

I can see this becoming a official universe lovingly nicknamed BS universe you read, you know and becoming a damned hit 'cause it has a damn interesting plotline, character portrail is pretty good, interactions are awesome, and it's the crossover event "I didn't know I needed".

What thE FUCK?!

I will now fuck off to the sunset or whatever the fuck I come up with to get over the fact that I won't be seeing this be completed.

Today is a day when everything I ever did is a bad idea.

Just watched Mortal Kombat Legends: Snow Blind.

If I am anymore especific it would be spoiler-y so I will restrict to this: when the ashes ascended and a snowstorm hit was the moment I consciously acknowledge the fact that if I had a tail it would be wagging at Mach 1 — the maniacal giggly energy that washed my being was bitch puppy worthy.

Me when OC after my my-angsty-OC-is-OP-:) phase:

"Okay. Guys, repeat after me:

All OCs in this fic are means for an end. They are fuel for the trip. They are going to burn as the plot car speeds and drags the other characters through the highway - some more literally than others - towards the conclusion.

Amen. "

That is a thinly veiled threat if I ever saw one.

you can tell a lot about a person based off what fanfic’s they read & write

Now close it :)

I put my perfect little guy in an earbuds case

I read this and I couldn't help myself. I just had to revisit past interactions and overthink.

Forget what you know about Lucifer and try to think of Lucifer's entire attitude when he arrived at the hotel. He just reeked of disapproval and disgust. He is clearly unhappy to interact with sinners. He everything but outright says that every sinner is a vile lost cause. "Oh, I like this thing! Oh? It was made by a sinner? Never mind, it's horrible." He doesn't know about overlord politics which is basically the government system of the Pride ring (at least Alastor would assume that Lucifer doesn't know since Alastor shook up the sytem by curbing overlords that had been in power for years so if you knew the bare minimum of what goes in pride ring you should know about the guy that did a majo wipe out and broacasted it).

Revisit the paragraph above but change the word sinner for something else... Do you get where I am getting at?

During the entire time, Al tried to bring Lucifer down a peg by implying Lucifer was the disgusting one (cleaning his hand after shaking Lu's cane), that Lucifer did nothing to earn the right to be a fucking snob (reminding him he wasn't there from the start), taunting that his beloved daughter asked lowly sinners for help instead of the oh so noble fallen angel.

Usually, Al always keeps his composture and mantains his cool. He wouldn't be where he is if he didn't know when to antagonise, when to flatter, and when to keep his trap shut. Then, suddenly Lucifer steps in and Al picks a fucking fight with someone that severely outmatches him in term of raw power.

THINK

Imagine what Al could be thinking. Imagine the rage and humiliation Al would feel when he learns that the damned king is an asshole that reduces every sinner to the same type of unidimensional filth that should be avoided by their betters, as if each sinner doesn't have their own story and reasons. The fucking king of hell doesn't care about what happens to part of his subjects. Sinners are confined to a certain area and raided once per year by an army they can't fight off.

What if it's less a matter of "this bitch stronger, ego has boo-boo, must assert dominance" like many might assume and more a matter of "the big boss of hell is a prejudiced snob asshole that despises sinners enough to allow Pride Ring to serve as hunting park for angels. FUCK THAT GUY."

It would explain Al's uncharacteristic behavior. Why he lost his cool so fucking bad.

Take what I said with a grain of salt. I am simply doing some mental gymnastics for fun to try put myself in Alastor's shoes. Who knows what happens in Alastor's head? Not me, that is for sure.

I TOTALLY AGREE! Alastor is such an interesting character. The mystery surrounding him allows room for a wide array of interpretations. Not only that but his premisses are so fun to explore.

Note: I wrote this a few days ago but I chickened out and left it as a draft bc I got intimidated. This is attempt two at trying to post it.

Yes. I am stalling.

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Okay, mind blank, no thoughts just press button.

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT