anonymous asked:

Swap Pap as Weed Santa. He goes around to all the dankest monsters and benevolently gifts them with the dank kush. You must leave honey, cookies, chips, and cheese puffs out for him though, 'cause he's got the munchies and will not give you your kush if you don't help him out

everything he strives and wants to be

Dear Mother Earth me

Oh dear mother Earth

I grasped a still of you today

Every time I sit and stare at you I am in awe of how wonderfully my creator made you

The wind was conversing with the tall grass telling tales of when they were just little sprouts emerging from the soil, He said that they were always dancing in the daylight as time walked by until night fell and they grew fearful of the creatures that the moon cannot keep away

And the trees were filled with joy because they miss the company of last year’s leaf pedals that drifted into the meadows but this year’s batch are just as lovely and knows how to keep the branches warm

Our closest star was showing off how vibrant she is until she was tucked in her bed at night

Oh dear benevolent Eve

I tried to capture your essence in a shot

I didn’t quite get it all because there are so many aspects of you were missing in it, As beautiful as this shot is this does you no justice, just didn’t quite make as much sense as I thought, it was worth a try

I realize your aura cannot be contained by a print but every passing eye that you come across is left with an imprint of your soul that is impossible to ignore

I wanted to be able to register the concept of your grin and try to fathom how one’s facial structure can be so well put together, it’s like God wanted Adam to appreciate creation as much as He does

I wanted to immortalize just one moment of this angelic creation as she is making music in the form of a smile

But your gracefulness cannot be bottled into this 4x6 rectangle because that concentration of energy is far too unstable

anonymous asked:

Your favorite male character in Sonic the Hedgehog is obviously Eggman, but who is your favorite female character?

That would be Rouge. Because I like how, in a way, she’s a subversion of the character archetype that she seemingly fills. Initially you think “oh, right, unpleasant seductress-type working for the bad guys, okay”, then it turns out she’s actually a lot smarter - and compassionate - than that. So aside from her jewel obsession, she’s not really that bad after all.

Some people may find that boring, but I don’t. I think it’s really refreshing to have a character like Rouge be portrayed in a more benevolent light, and it’s a shame that so many fanfics ignore this and portray her as a complete unsympathetic bitch, when that’s not what she’s like at all.

Aside from that, she just has an amusing personality in general. :D

Normal is a failure of imagination. Normal is an...

Normal is a failure of imagination. Normal is an easy-going oppression. Normal is a silent violence against progress. Normal is an insidious benevolence; a sweet tool of conformity responsible for incalculable loss. Normal is the greatest constraint and coercive force in the world. If you do not feel the constant threat and ruthless pressure of normalcy bearing down on you, it is because you are a part of it; an unknowing devotee of the unremarkable.

— Bryant McGill

For more clarity you can read in context here:

(This passage is from my book, but I post all my writings freely as a gift for those who cannot afford them.)

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? 
absolutely, ive had lots of run ins with them, especially as a kid. our house at home is haunted actually, but its a fairly benevolent spirit - the only time it started doing more aggressive stuff was when the new next door neighbours starting poisoning the old oak tree on the property line at the end of the garden. she didnt like that and we started having random doors slamming and plates jumping off shelves and stuff. generally though, not a bad one

shout-out to the benevolent muscle men from mob psycho 100

when mob joined the body-building club, it felt like his presence there was gonna be a punchline, but the benevolent muscle men took him in with open (burly) arms. they’ve never made fun of him nor bullied him nor teased him for being so physically weak… they’ve always treated him as an equal and looked out for him and protected him and cheer him on as he grows… they don’t even pick on the nerds in their equipment classroom. thank you, benevolent muscle men. thank you for your kindness, patience, and sportsmanship.

I don’t know if I will be a published author someday, let alone a published author of a blockbuster decade-defining cultural pillar but jesus, I hope I have more grace about it than jk rowling



1. desire to do good to others; goodwill; charitableness. 

2. an act of kindness; a charitable gift. 

3. English History:a forced contribution to the sovereign.

Etymology: from Middle English < Latin benevolentia, from benevolēns, “kindhearted”, from bene-, “well, good” + vol-, “wish, will”.

[Emily Balivet - Guanyin Goddess of Compassion]

so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.

but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.

so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”

or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”

The idea that women have some sort of “power” over (straight/bi) men by virtue of their “sex appeal” is such a common idea that it shows up in my life almost daily, like when my mom suggests that I should use it to get men to help me with things or when a guy messes up what he’s doing because he’s looking at me or in films and music and whatever.

The thing is, when someone has *real* power over you, you don’t have control. I can’t force men to stop seeing me as a bitch if I speak up for my needs or as a pathetic damsel if I don’t. I can’t force them to give women equal representation in government and business and STEM. I certainly can’t force them to stop harassing and assaulting us. That’s because they have power over me and all other women, especially women of color.

Whatever power I have over white men is illusory. They *can* choose not to look at me. They can choose to focus on what they were doing and it’s a dangerous lie that they can’t. They can choose not to give me the larger drink for free. But they don’t choose that, because it’s fun to look at me and it’s fun to flirt a little and give me the thing for free “because your smile is so beautiful.”

Women get sold this idea that they have this “power,” this ability to “control” and “tempt” and “destroy” men, because it’s a distraction from noticing the actual power that we don’t have. Indeed, who needs equal wages for equal work or political representation or the freedom to live without fear of rape when we can make some dude crash his bike into a pole because he was staring at us?

Women and street harassment.

By Gwen Sharp, PhD

Yesterday I was walking to a convenience store when a guy shouted at me that I looked really pretty. I ignored him. He yelled again and walked up to me. I gave him that tight, uncomfortable half-smile-with-no-eye-contact women sometimes use to try to acknowledge random male attention just enough so maybe the guy will feel like he’s gotten the reaction he is entitled to, in the hopes that he’ll then lose interest and go away.

He did go away, but only to get in a car with this friends and then drive slowly next to me, yelling “compliments” about how pretty I looked and trying to get me to look at them. And when I continued to ignore them, they finally yelled “bitch!” and drove off, a situation I’m sure many of our readers have experienced — the reaction you get when you dare to not be just pleased as punch that some men are following you on the street, helpfully going out of their way to openly approve of your performance of femininity, thus letting you know that you are a worthwhile human being.

And today I opened an email from Susan C. with a link to this cartoon over at Ampersand that nicely sums up this oft-played-out scenario. Thanks, Susan!

Cross-posted at Jezebel.

Gwen Sharp is an associate professor of sociology at Nevada State College. You can follow her on Twitter at @gwensharpnv.



1. one’s good genius; the good part of one’s conscience.

2. a benevolent spirit as opposed to a cacodemon.

3. a good spirit/demon that was worshipped by the ancient Egyptians. He had the shape of a serpent with a human head. The flying serpents or dragons venerated by ancient peoples were also called Agathodemons, or good genies (an evil demon).

[Francisco Méndez]