Genuine and Authorized Pope of Discordianism

i don't understand people who post Riverdale negativity. you and me are having such a fundamentally different experience. 7 seasons into the Most Show on modern television and youre poking holes and complaining about narrative cohesion? do you look at the swirling colours in van goughs starry night and complain that it makes no sense for the sky to look like that? do you read hamlet and get upset that hamphelia didnt have a satisfying enough resolution even though Shakespeare had clearly coded them as endgame? do you curse the majesty of nature for creating rain in the same breath that you beg it for rainbows? i am simply experiencing Riverdale for all that it is. every Thursday Riverdale washes over me and i accept it, in the way i accept the birds that wake me at an ungodly hour with a beautiful song, as the thing that it is. also, archie andrews canon bisexual. peace and love on planet earth

dont cry because its over, smile because it happened. core 4 polycule canon. peace and love on planet earth

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can we get back on convincing bob dylan he’s nonbinary

imagine the supernatural season one aesthetic if they were boppin around in a prius

john winchester looks at the coat of dirt on the prius. “dean, i wouldn’t have given you this car if you weren’t going to take care of it.” “dad, everyone knows you buy a prius for the fuel efficiency, not for the appearance.” “you’re right, son, my bad. carry on.”

in the pilot episode, the woman in white takes control of the prius on the bridge but then she realizes she’s in a prius so she softly whispers “this is bullshit. i can never go home.”

sam says “we’ve got work to do” and then steps back so he can close the hatchback

because their lives are so stressful, they choose the soothing sea glass pearl color. who wants to worry about visible clear coat scratches when you’ve got monsters to kill

a semi hits the prius during the season 1 finale but, due to its five star side crash safety rating, dean winchester never enters a coma. season 2 is fundamentally altered.

just started company retreat because I looveeeed jury duty and man. the amount of effort put into it is so staggering. just to be like. what if something crazy but ultimately benign and domestic happened. would you be a good person? you would. you would. anyone would. you would.

im so in love with this guy on the company retreat season of jury duty. hes so all in so quickly. absolutely living for the drama but would also go to war for any one of these people hes only known for days. like hes so ride or die for him it honestly breaks my heart that its not a real comany thats gonna hire him at the end of the week. thats his weird family that hes already trying to unionise. you cant take them from him

im literally crying rn. what if sometimes reality tv was just giving some regular ass guy the chance to be an everyday hero. what if some random guy would put himself completely out there for a bunch of people he's known for a week and step up to the plate and to be the everything you could ever hope for in another human being. what if reality tv could be about just loving one guy so much and letting him be the best a person can be

what medium are you delusionally overconfident that you could ace on the first try despite having no familiarity fondness or experience with the craft i bet i could build a brick oven

i think completely pre transition trans people should be able to wear one tiny little pronoun pin and get gendered correctly every time. i think cis people should be transitioning just for the fun of it if they want to. i think you should be able to walk into any pharmacy and just buy hrt. i think that little boys should be able to sit in circles and play with dolls and paint each other's nails and make friendship bracelets. i think that little girls should be able to play with flaming monster trucks and play football and get competitive over video games. i think that arson (he/it/paw) should have paw's identity respected and treated as completely normal. i think that we should normalize neopronouns and weird genders and being weird or unusual in general. you should be able to explain your weird one of a kind xenogender to the least queer person on the planet and they should say "oh that's cool!! haven't heard of that gender before". you should be able to wear a tail in public you should be able to make out with your computer if you want i don't fucking care. i love transgenders i love neurodivergent people i love furries i love everyone outside the norm i love freaks i love nerds i love everyone.

and this isn't even getting into harm that's genuinely necessary! i read a book recently that was intended to educate people in healthcare about medical trauma, written by a medical professional who found that there weren't existing resources to help her cope with the aftermath of the extremely traumatic c section that saved her life. the whole tone of the book was "i know you've never thought about this before, but walk with me through this case study" and it's aimed at other medical professionals! it's aimed at the people who are doing this harm, and so many of them think that people aren't allowed to find it harmful just because it's necessary!

so many trauma resources assume that your trauma is from a specific person or people who treated you in a way that society deems unacceptable. if your trauma doesn't fit that profile then you're left sitting there like. idk i dont think most of this stuff applies to me. where are the resources for people like me.

if you were ever scared or in pain and were told that you had to grin and bear it because it's necessary for you to do the thing that scares and hurts you, you are allowed to say that that was traumatic. you are allowed to say that you were scared and in pain and that even if this was the least bad option, even if it was lifesaving, it still was not okay. something being necessary does not inherently make it okay.

fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.