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.”

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Descendants Movie Storyline:

  • ❝ A present-day idyllic kingdom where the benevolent teenage son of King Adam and Queen Belle offers a chance of redemption for the troublemaking offspring of Disney’s classic villains: Cruella De Vil (Carlos), Maleficent (Mal), the Evil Queen (Evvie) and Jafar (Jay). ❞

Movie Details :

  • Release Date : 2015-07-31
  • Casts : Booboo Stewart, Dove Cameron, Brenna D'Amico, Mitchell Hope, Dan Payne, Kristin Chenoweth, Keegan Connor Tracy, Sofia Carson, Stephanie Bennett, Kristin Chenoweth, Cameron Boyce
  • Runtime : 112 minutes

anonymous asked:

hey, i am going to have to ask you to stop appropriating aave for your own white usage. you used the word bae in a few of your posts recently, and its depressing that i have to say this because mayonnaise trannies like you will steal whatever they can from PoC, but im saying it. fuck off with your cultural appropriation you racist piece of shit.

okay! sorry! thanks for kindly and benevolently making me aware! I’ll make sure to be more conscious of my language! something like you would never do, like be as cruel as to use the word tranny

I’ve been rewatching the Root-Shaw-Harold plotty conversations in Cold War.

1. Harold backtracks on a huge part of his characterization in earlier seasons. He had full certainty in The Machine (or rather, his original code that he chose to release as The Machine) as a benevolent entity, that it would always have a reason for sending them a number, a reason worth trusting. In addition, he explicitly plays on the concept of The Machine as benevolent in order to try to teach Root more empathy. (“That didn’t break it. It’s what made it work. It was only after I taught the Machine that people mattered that it could begin to be able to help them. I’d like to do the same thing for you, if you’d let me.”)
Here, he fully goes back on that, with Root stating that The Machine believes that people matter, but Finch insisting that no A.I. could ever have full human empathy. As I said before, I think that this shift largely stems from his own ambivalence towards Root.
But as with all of the characters, Finch is an unreliable narrator. We saw his parental affection for The Machine in the early days, from teaching it chess, to scolding it for saving his life, to following its recommendation of Grace, and then the S4 finale, where he reveals how that affection never went away. So I read this rant in Cold War, besides as a writers’ mouthpiece to exposit AI Risk themes, as akin to a parent’s unease about their adolescent child’s actions, unsure whether or not to blame their own parenting, and if they should have trusted their child with responsibility after all.

2. The domestic Root-Shaw-Harold dynamic here is amazing. At every turn, Shaw tries to lighten the mood. None of her devil’s advocate positions are said truly seriously, and nearly every line is filtered through humor. Shaw isn’t trying to hold a serious AI Risk conversation with Harold, she’s trying to cheer everyone up in her own way. She invites Root into the conversation twice, (stop “Shaw is always grumpy/angry at Root” fics 2k15) and in ways that overtly prod Root to respond in silly ways. Shaw takes a potshot at Root’s zealotry and the abstract concept of superintelligent AIs with the robot quip, and then does nothing to prevent Root from taking her cup, before retrieving it with an over-the-top reaction, a very performative one. Shaw’s playing to an audience, and going for laughs. (Just like how, earlier, she chose not to break from the handcuffs until Root quipped about it, even through Root in a bear suit and the arrival of sandwiches. Shaw isn’t uncontrolled id. She’s just as performative-as-hell as Harold, Reese, and Root all are.)

The next one is even more important. After getting her kicks in with Shaw’s cup, Root semi-cheerfully gives her report. They affirm that Samaritan is helping the city. Harold and Shaw quip about the on-time trains. Root says, very seriously, “Samaritan is running the city.” You can see Shaw observing her as she talks with Harold, probably noting some Eeyore-ness creeping in. Shaw then starts with a serious “But why do it this way?” before visibly changing her demeanor (dat Shahi eyebrow acting. plus lip purse) and query into a humorous snarky one, provoking a Ridiculous Root Face, and one of the iconic ones, at that. This cuts directly to a shot of Harold in the foreground being all urgent and tense, while Shaw and Root stare at each other like the dorks they are, in the background of an almost-locked-off-comedy-frame. (“There’s nothing funnier than bullshit happening in the background of a LOCF!”)

For the rest of the conversation, Shaw doesn’t even try to talk about AI Risk seriously, quipping like she was One Of Us doing a crackfic meme-ified description of the situation, retreating to higher levels of unimpressed and snark the more wound up Harold gets.

(Root doesn’t try to convince Harold of anything she bounces off of him long enough to draw her own conclusions about what Samaritan is doing, makes a quip about how dramatic Harold is being, and defends The Machine twice with simple assertions. Possibly she has picked up on how Harold is ignoring his own previous defense of The Machine’s empathy to Root. She also speaks rather gently, like she recognizes that Harold is pretty much just ranting stuff that he needs to get off of his chest, rather than truly condemning all AI.)

But it speaks to the comfort levels between them, that a) Harold rants about his own worries instead of making tailored debate responses to actually persuade b) that Root and Shaw let him rant at them, c) that Root and Shaw like being really silly with each other in Harold’s presence, d) that Shaw knows how to read and control the flow of a conversation between very intelligent people, and participates when its the people she cares about, and e) when it’s the people who know her true self, Root doesn’t give a shit about conversation flow over her own priorities XD

Understand: I have never experienced trauma, according to the theories of the time. Not in the way that politics recognizes. Not in a way that they regard as legitimate. Because the deal now is that you will receive deference, and the right to speak with command, and the greatest laurel progressive culture now gives, the right to declare offense. But first, you have to play by their rules. You have to take that trauma and render it in the dullest, most cynical, most motivated language, a language of opportunism, subtlety-killing, particularity-killing. You have to submit. You have to take that part of you and make it into just another vehicle for someone else’s political pretense. Then, they’ll bless you with the right to trauma. They’ll let you take communion, but first you have to pray the rosary. The only thing that’s required is that you take the one thing that is most yours and give it to them, a human sacrifice, submission to their enlightened, benevolent, paternalistic authority.


So it’s true: I’ve never experienced trauma. I will go on owning every sad step of this sad journey, I will preserve a space within myself that is known by no one but me, and is for no one but me, and I will have the courage to be human though everyone and everything around me tempts me to be otherwise, and I will keep my own counsel on the meaning of suffering, and I will not serve.

—  Freddie DeBoer wrote a beautiful, sad essay about watching both of his parents die from disease at a very young age in response to a Twitter stranger who suggested he didn’t support/understand trigger warnings because he’s never experienced trauma, and this was the conclusion. It’s something I’ve thought about, as have my friends. Trauma is rarely discussed online in a way that allows for the possibility that people who’ve experienced trauma might not want to discuss it—that that which forms us has formed us, and no one else, and that if we don’t want to publicly excavate our formative moments it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Must I tell my story in the manner most likely to be reblogged if I want to be taken seriously as someone with feelings? Do you have to be convinced I’m capable of empathy? 

I’ve always considered myself
a petulant optimist, a glass-
half-full enthusiast, a firm
believer in an evenhanded
world will consistently and
flawlessly unfold as it
should. I’ve always lived as
an honest, benevolent person,
so nothing terrible would
possibly happen to me–

until eventually, it does.

I feel jolted, lost–
I try telling myself
it’s alright to shake
and stutter as I ask
for help, but my words
must not be getting through
properly because “sorrys”
just aren’t sounding right–
it’s as if they’re coming
from old, crumbled notes
stuffed in coat pockets.

And as I watch, in pieces,
everyone I know and love
start to unfold this
everyman apology,
half-hearted and
blindly insincere,

I am reminded of
that flawlessly
unfolding world
I’ve believed
so deeply in,

and I wonder if
this is it.

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The Light Arrow Spell

The last one is similar to Din´s Fire except that is intended to be used when you just don´t have any idea what is causing you trouble: could be someone hidden, could be a curse, a string of bad luck. This spell will pierce through darkness and defeat what is causing trouble in your life. It will set them straight, neutralize it, or send it or them away from you.

Our world is one of balance… Just as there is light to drive away darkness, so, too, is there benevolence to banish evil.

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It’s obvious that right now, there is an entire generation of white pop stars and fans who are unwilling or unable to connect with what’s happening with young black people. They speak the same slang. They know the same songs. But they have disconnected that art from the people who created it and they resent any acknowledgement of their appropriation. You don’t
have to obscure another culture or reduce it to an ornament. There is genuine cross-cultural appreciation and participation all over the world. But what’s happening in mainstream pop culture right now is not in any way benevolent, and fans should hold their favorite stars accountable. And artists should start coming up with better answers to the tough questions regarding their behavior.
—  From a fantastic article about Miley Cyrus and the VMAs in The Daily Beast. 
A Stirring in the Force (w/ reyofsands)

Darkness, cold and infinite, swirled and pulsed through space and time.  Within it, whispers and echoes from centuries past drifted like phantoms through the inky maelstrom.  Rage and hatred twisted the words into the wisdom of the Dark Side of the Force, and the Knight of Ren felt it enshroud him.

As he meditated in his chambers aboard the Star Destroyer Finalizer, Kylo wondered how long it had been since one who embraced the Dark Side had felt its purity.  For far too long, the Sith slowly unraveled the web of the Dark Side with its greed, its lack of unity.  The Jedi tore through the darkness with a beacon of alleged benevolence, blinding the easily misled from the truth.

There was a sudden stir in the Force, and Kylo felt the shockwave wash over him.  It pulled him from his meditative state, and he stood, surprised to feel his knees buckle slightly.  He composed himself and made his way out of his chambers and onward to the command deck.

“My lord?” He heard someone address him, but he ignored it as he strode with purpose to the windows that lined the front of the command deck.

“I sense a shift in the Force,” he said after several seconds of silence.  “Something is calling to me.”  As he focused his mind, stars raced past him until a single desert planet came into view.

“Prepare my shuttle for departure.  Download coordinates for Jakku into the navicomputer.”

“But, My-”

“Do as I command!”

“Right away, my lord.”



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”.

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Morality formula

In 1725 Scottish Enlightenment thinker, Francis Hutcheson attempted to quantify the elusive concept of morality.

Using the letters

B= benevolence

A= ablility

S= self love

I= interest

He quantified each and created a sting of equations to document their proper relations:

M= (B+A)*A= BA+SA; and therefore BA= M-SA= M-I, and B=(M-I)/A