Decent Guy?

So at some point, a person left a review talking about the potential of angels having bird like courting rituals, which they meant in the context of dancing. Angels have wings like birds, angels are graceful dancers, it makes sense, and it would be super cute to have these elaborate courtship dances, or even a bower bird set-up where Lucifer feverishly creates a pretty room for Adam. But my brain just dropped the comedic idea of…the penguins that offer their mate a rock.

I just imagine Adam going about his day in Hell, and all of a sudden Lucifer is there and he just hands him a rock while giving him a piercing stare about it. And Adam is in the know about these things, like he knows about the whole rock deal, and I imagine he’s hard to please and Lucifer’s generally on his shit list, so he turns the rock down.

So he looks for more rocks. The search for rocks becomes an obsession. Every time someone sees this man he’s staring at a series of small rocks with utmost concentration. The rock must be perfect. They’re sorted in color and moh’s hardness scale order. He’s made detailed notes on which rocks Adam looks at a millisecond longer. He’s going to find the perfect rock.

But no one else aside from Vaggie knows what the rock stuff is, and she’s not telling anyone because she thinks this is hilarious, so to everyone else it’s just Lucifer trying to hand Adam a series of rocks, increasingly more desperately, and it’s always done with this really weird vibe and heavy gravitas and at some point even Alastor is like wtf is going on with these rocks.

it would only get better when Adam finally accepts a rock and I can imagine it being another perfectly ordinary looking rock, but the fallout is intense. He puts the rock in his pocket and Lucifer bursts into tears and Vaggie loses her mind, (so does Charlie because Vaggie eventually spills to her) and Adam and Lucifer start making out immediately because they’ve been courting for months so now kissing is accepted. But to everyone else it’s the conclusion to a weird rock obsession.

This is the sort of thing I think about when I’m meant to be writing other things.

Repeat after me:

It is OKAY to have content preferences and to be uncomfortable with certain ships or topics, controversial or not. It is OKAY to distance yourself from such content and block certain tags or creators.

It is NOT OKAY to actively hate and harass real people for creating content of fictional characters that features things that make you uncomfortable.

This man!!

As an enjoyer of bad things happening in fiction as Bad Things I sometimes find myself in the really odd position of thinking. Well I don't SHIP it but I can see where you're getting that idea from. That would be fucked up and narratively interesting. It would fit the themes. What do you mean domestic fluff with these two

It’s honestly shocking how fast cis women will jump to reject something that benefits them just because it also benefits trans people.

Like, the checkboxes that ask what organs you have without asking your gender? Fantastic for trans folks because they can tell the doctor what anatomy to be concerned about without misgendering themselves. Also fantastic for cis women who’ve had surgeries like hysterectomies who would probably rather not have the doctor blame every medical issue on something uterus related. Maybe I want insurance to cover my Pap smears but also maybe a lot of cis women who don’t even have uteruses would like the hospital to just give them the treatment they need without completely pointless pregnancy tests.

No one is afraid of the word woman. We just think accuracy would benefit everyone here.

guys hear me out: they should kiss.

Fast doodle of the adventure-loving besties and their turned-human hubbies ♥

When I say “school should be disability accessible”, I don’t just mean we need handicap rails and EAs. Kids should be able to miss a day without failing out of school. You shouldn’t be dismissed from clubs because your attendance record is “spotty” (true story). I once missed an entire week of school because of a terrible, unending migraine. I was expected to keep up with my studies despite the blinding pain that came with working on my computer. When I heard my teachers say that you couldn’t miss exams, I asked what I would have to do to be excused from them. Their response? “Either get a doctor’s note an hour before the exam or death of an immediate family member.”

I cannot express how rigid this expectation was. First of all, with my condition, I wouldn’t have enough warning about my sickness to go to the doctor and request a note. For many people, this is exceptionally difficult, especially with the current shortage of medical professionals. Next, it ignores the fact that my schedule may not line with theirs because of my medical needs. Once, I had to visit a hospital a province away (which I was on the waiting list of for over a year) on the same day as an exam. I begged my mother not to take me because I was so nervous that I would be marked as an automatic fail. I was lucky enough to make it work, but that’s only because of my spectacular support system consisting of family members and wonderful doctors.

Disabilities aren’t always about needing a bus that can accommodate wheelchairs. It’s already difficult enough for many of us to maintain school attendance without the harsh punishments involved for skipping a day. We need to be able to miss school without being punished. Only than can you claim that the school is “accessible”