What if Chuck isn’t God Himself, but a Vessel/Hand/Prophet of God?
What if Chuck is the only one who can stop the Darkness?
What if we get a new and even more wonderful scene like this?
What if Chuck hits Amara with a toilet plunger???
What if????????
“You are the shit we tried to flush from Creation once, and if you insist on coming back up, we’ll do this the hard way…”
“Chuck, I don’t think…” Sam stepped forward, but the prophet simply ducked under his arm – aimed about half a foot too high, anyway – and raised the plunger in his right arm. In his left hand, he carried a roll of unwrapped toilet paper, double-ply.
What is this? Lucifer asked Cas, who looked up from his tv dinner, momentarily distracted.
A prophet, he said. Or, a former prophet. He’s dead. Was dead. Not dead now.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. In his day, Death did a better job. “Okay then, Chuckles,” he said, stepping forward. “Toilet humor aside, you’re starting to bore me, and boring me has always been a bad idea. So why don’t-” His gaze flickered down at the plunger at the same time the Winchesters’ did, an exact half-second after it began to glow in Chuck’s shaking hand.
“Forehead!” Crowley yelled from behind the stall door. “Sucker it to his forehead!”
Q: Should I harass or bully someone over who/what they ship?
A: No.
Q: But they ship the wrong ship!
A: Still no.
Q: Their ship will never be canon! It’s so obvious to anyone
reading/watching/playing.
A: I don’t care. The answer is still no.
Q: My ship is canon, and they ship one of the couple with
someone else! It’s like cheating! How about now?
A: Nope, not now either.
Q: The ship they ship is unhealthy/abusive/incestuous/icky.
I should definitely harass them about that.
A: It’s like you’re not even listening to me. No, no you
should not.
Q: But if they ship this about fictional characters, they must
support it in real life!
A: No, enjoying reading or writing about something is not
the same as supporting it in real life. Agatha Christie is not a mass murderer,
despite having fictionally killed over 100 people.
Q: Well, I guess it’s okay if the person shipping it is
doing so to deal with abuse or trauma of their own. But only then! Everyone else is fair game.
A: And how, pray tell, do you plan to enforce this arbitrary
rule? You’re planning to compel people
to show their victim bone fides to
you, a complete stranger? So that you can pass judgement on whether their
trauma was “real enough” or if they are “victim enough” to warrant shipping
something you disapprove of? Not only is that absurd, it’s extremely offensive and damaging to the very people you’re purporting to help.
You don’t get to be the arbiter of someone else’s life experiences, period.
Some people use fandom as a coping mechanism, yes, and that is 100% their
business. Some people ship unhealthy/abusive ships for completely benign
reasons, up to and including “because they look pretty together” and that is perfectly valid. You don’t get a
free pass to harass someone in the name of great justice here.
Q: Fuck you, I’m going to harass someone anyway. I might
even make a blog about it!
A: Well, you’re an asshole then. I hope you step on a lego.
Good morning message to certain reaches of fandom today in particular. JFC check yourselves.
We don’t, especially in the US, want to look at poetry as something every student is capable of, because that would be dangerous to those who control the school systems. All students, regardless of their backgrounds, would realise that they are capable of speaking very well; that there are not certain individuals who control what constitutes good language. They would realise that language is not just this agreed upon set of constructed ideas, that it’s not an MLA citation or a five-paragraph essay, that everyone can create new and beautiful language. So it is very frustrating to me when people say, ‘I don’t like poetry,’ or, ‘I don’t understand it,’ because all of that seems the fault of a system that doesn’t want to give poetry its power, and that doesn’t want to give people their power either.
arthur weasley, aka the world’s biggest muggleboo who probably larps as an office worker on the weekends
officemaster: you have… *rolls dice* successfully transferred the call to your boss’ voicemail! you hear the distant ringing of the fellytone from the inner office for a moment before the machine picks up, securely delivering the regional manager’s message to its intended recipient.
arthur weasley: *pumps fist in air, high-fives xenophilius lovegood*
sirius black: is it my turn yet?
officemaster: no.
xenophilius lovegood: i search the supply closet for binder clips.
officemaster: *rolls dice* you find a small cardboard box with three binder clips in it, but in the process of retrieving it from the high shelf, you knock a bottle of toner off. it hits your left pinky toe. *rolls dice* you lose 1 HP.
xenophilius lovegood: best fetch quest EVER.
sirius black: so is it my turn now?
officemaster: no, shut up. remus?
remus lupin: wait, is arthur still at the front desk?
arthur weasley: yeah
remus lupin: i approach the front desk. *clears throat* “Hello, Shirley. Were there any messages for me while I was out?”
arthur weasley: “Yes, Mr. Crumplebottom. Phillip Smythe from home office called about your business trip. I put him through to your voicemail.”
remus lupin: “Good work! Thank you very much. I shall remeber this come time for your Christmas bonus.”
sirius black: is it my turn yettt???
officemaster: merlin’s balls man, yes, it’s your turn
sirius black: i attempt to seduce the visiting sales representative
remus lupin: what? you can’t do that
sirius black: sure i can, i have like 25 charisma points
remus lupin: but we’ve all got the casual friday modifier right now, and if you get a sexual harassment lawsuit we can’t advance to the next meeting until the litigation phase is over
sirius black: i’m chaotic neutral, what were you expecting?
remus lupin: besides, arthur’s receptionist character found out she was married in the last session, remember? you would have to roll a natural 20
arthur weasley: hey, no metagaming–sirius’ character wasn’t there at the time, he was trapped in the fax machine
xenophilius lovegood: i still don’t think that’s how fax machines actually work
officemaster: sirius?
sirius black: yeah, arthur’s right, i couldn’t have known about that. *shrugs* i attempt to seduce her.
remus lupin: oh my god i hate you so much right now
sirius black: get bent lupin
remus lupin: you wish
sirius black: i don’t have to
officemaster: *rolls dice* *winces*
sirius black: what? what happened?
Yeah! What happened?!
Sirius botched both his action and his save. His character was fatally bear-maced in the face. Remus’ character was forced to spend an entire session on sensitivity training for his remaining employees. Sirius returned in the following session as a dual-class IT guy and paladin.
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