Ketterdam Nights

I had an interesting night last night

Do you think Jesus ever didn't want to be the son of god. Do you think he ever laid awake at night at an age when he was just barely old enough to understand what that kind of title meant, and wish and wish he could just be normal. Do you think he ever wished he could sculpt pigeons out of clay without them turning to life. Do you think he struggled to make friends when he was a child. Do you think that, as he grew older, he would count the amount of people he trusted and find that number to never be higher than two. Did he ever help his father with work and wish he could just become and stay a carpenter. Did he ever run back to his mother weeping for being different. Do you think he ever prayed to his "father" to pick another, to choose someone else to carry this kind of burden, only to be met with silence. Do you think that when he first made friends, the light in his eyes died when they called themselves his disciples instead. Do you think the realization that he would never connect to a human like a human would was soul-crushing for him. Do you think he prayed. Was he ignored. Do you think that, when he became an idol and had twelve gathered around him, he would look around and find he hadn't spoken in twenty minutes, and feel so utterly lonely. When he was told he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb, do you think he felt scared. Angry? Did he curse, did he grieve? Did he have to hide his terror at the idea of slowly dying because god Said So as to not worry the people that looked up to him since the day he was born. Do you think as he was dying on the cross, his divinity faded from him, seeped out of him along with his life, gathered in a bloody pool underneath his feet, and he just felt human. Angry at being a sacrificial animal. Lonely and in pain. Do you think it killed him, being denied a lifetime of humanity, only to feel so utterly mortal as he died. Do you think that, for a moment, when he was brought back to life, he demanded an answer from his "father" as to why he had to suffer, and why he got to live once more when so many others suffered and died and stayed dead. What do you think went through his head when he was called back to him. Do you think he accused god. Do you think he screamed. Was he ignored. Do you think he cried.

Hot take: Hater culture is just cringe culture in a different trench coat.

“I love being a hater u3u” No you love being a pedantic little shit who takes the enjoyment out of everything and makes people feel bad for liking anything.

What makes “being a hater” so fucking annoying isn’t even the negativity, it’s that it makes everything fucking boring. What, something has to be flawless to be good? Get fucked. I hate that kind of mindset, that just because something has its issues that it’s fine to dismiss everything it does right. Chronic “Hating” strips everything of its individuality and demands conformity, because how dare this thing be something I don’t enjoy! How dare there be flaws!

And don’t even get me started on how half of the “flaws” they point out aren’t even fucking flaws, and are just not conventional.

It’s also fucking annoying how this kind of mindset crawled into fandom spaces. That’s also why, in my opinion, it got this rebrand, because “cringe” in itself is kind of a fandom-esque term. It’s just a bunch of bitter idiots getting lost and finding themselves in fandom spaces somehow, only to point at everything and going “Oh my GOD, do you UNIRONICALLY like that??”

It’s the same shit over again, where something is only “allowed” to be enjoyed through like, seven layers of irony. It’s pathetic. Fuckos, it’s fine to acknowledge that something has flaws and still like it. At least fucking stand for it.

I didn’t want to acknowledge how fandom in general has deteriorated because of these insecure, bitter idiots invading spaces made for enjoying something unconventional safely, but fuck, I miss the old times. They weren’t fucking perfect, but at least there wasn’t some whiny rat around every corner screeching about how liking something is bad unless you do it at a mental and emotional distance.

Fuck haters. Fuck cringe culture. Fuck all the people who say shit like “love being a hater uwu” and “being bullying back”. Sort out your own fucking issues. Grow up.

Screw it, here's a silly comic from september, my christmas treat to you [suggestive under cut]

Dialogue is fainter than I remembered so I added image descriptions

Also there is more banter but I don't think tumblr would like it very much eheh

I love you rainbow hair I love you red eyes I love you heterochromia I love you eye scars I love you demon/angel hybrids I love you “cringey” OC’s I love you Mary Sues I love you self-inserts I love you wings and tails and horns and sharp teeth I love you people who just want to create and make stuff that makes them happy

blorbo doesn't cut it that thing is my squeaky toy and i'm a dog with a strong kill instinct. shaking it shaking it shaking it shaking it

DAILY AFFIRMATIONS

1. I AM A GOOD LITTLE LAB EXPERIMENT

2. MY SUFFERING IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD

3. THE SCIENTIST THAT EXPERIMENTS ON ME LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY

4. I LOVE GOING INTO THE TUBE/JAR/INSERT RELEVANT APPARATUS OF CONTAINMENT

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dandelions deserve more respect than they get

you say “weeds” I say “widespread non-native edible plant and early-blooming pollinator resource that is not considered invasive because it behaves politely and does not cause deleterious ecological consequences”

Important scientific inquiry what’s your most deranged opinion on cereal

Add the ceral first then the milk.

The milk can only be obtained by beating a superior combatant im hand to hand combat.

Blood for the Blood god

Skulls for the skull throne

Milk for the Khornflakes

girl help my disability is disabling me