I’m a child that’s been let loose on New York City.
I am a single mother of two wolf-human hybrid babies
And you know, I spent that whole movie being like “holy shit, damn, I want to do that, I want to move into an old ass house up on a mountain and be completely self sufficient and trade produce with my neighbors and be a farmer” and I have been thinking about is constantly since I watched it so I’m totally ok with this
Master thief yo
I’m a psychic middle schooler who speaks to the dead
I’m a delinquent japanese orphan in a biker gang with a hella sick bike and a childhood friend who got destructive psychic powers and I yell his name constantly
I’m the God of Thunder and I have to fight off evil space elves and a mutant lava lamp from the dawn of time while my brother whines at me the entire time
I’m a governess to a group of Austrian children with beautiful singing voices, whose father I eventually marry, and we escape from the Nazis over the Alps.
Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.
American Gods by Neil Gaiman