leader of the faithful

Gods help me, I’m going to type up a Dragon Age thought that was bugging me this afternoon that might lead to Discourse.

Okay. So. The arguably dominant religion in Thedas is Andrastianism. It is, for all intents and purposes, a monotheistic religion with a singular Maker and His Bride, Andraste. The leaders of the faith are women (we’re not going into Tevinter because that shit’s complicated, yo). Andraste’s image is plastered up one side and down the other. So, you’d think that this world would have greater equality when it came to the sexes, if not tipping the balance toward women.

Yet, outside of Empress Celene of Orlais, most of the positions of political (not religious) power are filled by men. There’s a King in Ferelden and most of the Bannorn there are men. The leaders of the Templars the the players encounter are mostly men (except for Meredith in Kirkwall, but notice how she was the only one on that chain of command and how everyone in power beneath her were men?). The hierarchy is just full of men.

Now, there’s probably some fantastic in-world explanation that covers all of this. After all, Maric just happened to only have sons and his sons became the Kings of Ferelden (depending on your playthrough). Heredity and genes and all that. Yet, for all these characters ostensibly revere Andraste (Dragon Age Jesus mashed up with Joan of Arc, let’s be real), women are still relegated mostly to domestic roles.

Arl Howe gives a female Cousland crap about playing at being a man. There’s a thread of casual sexism throughout the game. Now, maybe that’s intentional. Maybe they’re trying to make some kind of Statement. Or maybe, just maybe, the creative team and writers can envision a world with dragons and magic, but can’t quite conceive of one without sexism inherent in the system.

More about the Nazi stuff in Gainesville

Here’s some information on alternative events from the Alachua County Faith Leaders Alliance:

Alachua County Faith Leaders Alliance
Statement on October 19 white nationalist rally

In light of recent public displays of hatred and violence, the distressing normalization of hateful and divisive ideologies, and the impending white nationalist event within our own community, we, the members of Alachua County Faith Leaders Alliance, offer these words of hope.

Gainesville is a city of many colors, beliefs, and ideologies. The diversity of humanity is what makes our city special. Gainesville is a city of hope; our residents and guests know that there is far more uniting us than could ever divide us. We are committed to the conviction that we are one human family. Therefore, we join together to reject beliefs that would tear our community apart.

As faith leaders we stand for love, knowing that each of us is created in the image of our Creator, and by our Creator we are called to care for one another as God cares for us.

Islam teaches us that God organized us into nations and tribes precisely to foster appreciation of the unity underlying our outward differences. The prophet Muhammad said, “All humankind is from Adam and Eve. A white person has no superiority over a black person, nor a black person over a white person except by piety and good action” (Last Sermon, Bukhari 1623,1626,6361).

Judaism teaches that one of God’s core commandments is “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Leviticus 19:18).

Christianity teaches that the greatest commandment is to “Love the Lord your God with all of your heart, your mind, your soul and your strength; and love your neighbor as yourself” (Luke 10:27).

Buddhism teaches us that “Every human being has a basic nature of goodness, which is undiluted and unconfused. That goodness contains tremendous gentleness and appreciation. By serving this world, we can save it.  But saving the world is not enough. We have to work to build an enlightened human society as well…” (Chogyam Trungpa, Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior).

We believe, along with Unitarian Universalist minister, Rev. Kendyl Gibbons, that:
“Out of a community of diverse heritage and belief, we come together to share our hope, and to create good in the world. The teachers of all traditions and times have taught that we are called to mercy, generosity, and mutual care and that to be good is to serve. We know that there can be no enduring happiness for humanity so long as despair reigns and want goes unrelieved. Until all may be sheltered, none of us is truly at home. May the power of our various faiths sustain us in this calling, that we may be the hands of holy creativity and justice. Together may we build a better world.”

Today we stand united in our diversity and stronger for it. Gainesville is a city of hope; a city of love; a city of peace. Hate and violence have no place here. We choose to be united in love.

Signed by:
Rev. Andy Bachmann, United Church of Gainesville
Rev. Catherine Dearlove, Trinity Metropolitan Community Church
Rev. Chad Fair, Gethsemane Lutheran Church
Rev. Beth Farabee, First United Methodist Church of Gainesville
Father Reed Freeman, Holy Trinity Episcopal Church
Rev. Larry Green, Westminster Presbyterian Church
Rev. Milford L.Griner, Bartley Temple United Methodist Church
Rev. Terrance Jacob, University Evangelical Lutheran Church
Rev. Kevin Johnson, First United Methodist Church of Gainesville
Rabbi Michael Joseph, Temple Shir Shalom
Dr. Saeed Khan, Hoda Islamic Center
Aqueela Khuddus
Rabbi David Kaiman, Congregation B'nai Israel
Rev. Maureen Killoran, Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Gainesville
Sandy Lyon, Gainesville Quaker Meeting
Rev. Eve MacMaster, Emmanuel Mennonite Church
Dr. Richard MacMaster, Emmanuel Mennonite Church
Rev. Greg Magruder, Parkview Baptist Church
Rev. Geraldine McClellan, Mt. Pleasant United Methodist Church
Heather Pancoast, Gator Wesley Campus Ministry
Joel Pancoast, Gator Wesley Campus Ministry
Rev. Catherine Fluck Price, Trinity United Methodist Church
Rev. Steve Price, Trinity United Methodist Church
Rev. Talia Raymond, United Church of Gainesville
Rev. Aaron Rousseau, Trinity United Methodist Church
Rev. Lenora Rousseau, Trinity United Methodist Church
Dr. Dennis Shuman, P'nai Or Gainesville Jewish Renewal Congregation
Father Les Singleton, Church of the Mediator
Jan Snyder, Gainesville Shambhala Meditation Group
Rev. Shelly Wilson, United Church of Gainesville
Bonnie Zimmer, Gainesville Quaker Meeting

Alternative events planned by ACFLA congregations:

Gainesville Quaker Meeting
October 19, 2:00pm-6:00pm
Meeting for worship in the Library
Light refreshments
All are welcome

Temple Shir Shalom
October 19, 1:00pm-5:00pm
Gathering for peace, an opportunity to spend difficult hours with good friends. Light refreshments will be provided, and opportunities for community-building work. Please consider bringing some food to donate to the hungry, and some food to share with each other.

Trinity United Methodist Church
October 19, 2:00pm-5:00pm
Open Chapel for prayer, meditation, and candlelighting

United Church of Gainesville
October 16-19 from 8:30 am-4:30 pm      
Labyrinth walk for prayers and meditation in the sanctuary
October 19, 5:00 pm-7:00 pm
Service of Labyrinth Walk, Candlelighting, and Prayers
Also on October 19, 5:00pm-7:00pm, ART FOR PEACE, an opportunity for children, youth, and adults to create art together
All events are open to the public

Some local breweries were doing giveaways for people who turn in tickets for the Spencer event, but it’s advised not to buy tickets, even if it does leave the hall empty, because that money goes to Spencer.

PLEASE REBLOG THIS, I’m actually in G’ville.

PSA: I LOVE KEITH AND WILL DEFEND HIM BEING THE NEW BLACK PALADIN WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE ♥♥♥

Mars is the planet of war and aggression. Mars is your fighting strength. Mars is your anger, your lust, your will power. Mars is the type of warrior that is inside of everyone. Mars is your energy. Mars is your drive to succeed. Mars is the courage that is inside of you. 

Mars in Aries: strong will power. will fight till the death. quick to anger. passionate. hot headed. loves to be in action. impulsive. loves challenges. impatient. bold. prone to selfishness. brave. likes to chase lovers. not a sensual placement. may not like foreplay too much.

Mars in Taurus: stubborn. determined. strong will power. slow to be angered but once they are angry then you better run. very patient. loves possessions. dependable. practical. good endurance. prone to jealousy. sensual. loyal. loves foreplay. easy going.

Mars in Gemini: easily bored. likes to argue. restless. cunning. quick witted. loves to talk. social. sometimes unfaithful. sex is seen as fun and not deep. curious people. try anything once. flirtatious. love love loves mental stimulation.

Mars in Cancer: passive-aggressive. likes security. oversensitive. dependable. protective of loved ones. loyal. good memory. can be moody. sensual. sex without love doesn’t appeal to them. likes romance. may be turned on by the idea of making a baby.

Mars in Leo: strong-willed. can be bossy. impatient. prideful. confident. independent. make good leaders. very opinionated. stubborn. playful. generous. impulsive. faithful lovers. can be jealous. enthusiastic. enjoy the excitement of new love.

Mars in Virgo: practical. disciplined. critical. organized. hard workers. perfectionists in what they do. restless energy. subtle. respectful. attentive to their lovers. devoted. faithful. can have high standards or can like people with flaws so that they will be needed to take care of them.

Mars in Libra: passive-aggressive. hates conflict. likes to keep peace. indecisive. procrastinate. good at compromising. need motivation. romantic. likes to please their partner. can have a hard time saying no. they don’t like to voice when they feel as if they are being treated unfairly. can have high standards in relationships.

Mars in Scorpio: focused. strong will power. determined. quiet. disciplined. slow to anger but have a fierce anger. hold grudges. passionate. sensual. intense sexually. faithful. can be possessive of their lovers. they don’t like to share their lovers.

Mars in Sagittarius: impatient. restless. adventurous. love physical activity. passionate. don’t like serious situations. enthusiastic. not very practical. confident. risk takers. can be unfaithful. don’t like commitment too much. sex is like a game so they enjoy it to be fun and interesting.

Mars in Capricorn: reserved. likes to be in control. determined. ambitious. not quick to anger. afraid to lose control. can be materialistic. disciplined. practical and realistic. hard workers. responsible. set in old ways. serious. they like to take their time with sex. can control sexual urges very well. they have a lot of endurance.

Mars in Aquarius: independent. stubborn. rebellious. lots of mental energy. strong willed. value freedom and space. not sentimental. detached. makes a good leader. non-conformists. quick to anger but can let it go easily. likes unusual or weird sex. will try anything once. sex is more for fun and not so intimate. faithful until they get bored.

Mars in Pisces: passive. easily taken advantage of. gentle. go with the flow. lack of discipline physically. can be shy. romantic. loves affection. likes sex when there is an emotional connection. sensual. willing to please. loves fantasy. faithful as long as their lover is making them happy.

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He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. - Unknown

zim-has-a-squeedlyspooch  asked:

Do you think maybe instead of ther prison system we have now, we could focus on rehabilitation programs? It's been proven they reduce recidivism, why is it that they aren't being funded?

Our criminal justice system is broken; it fails to keep communities safe, perpetuates a racial caste system, and costs taxpayers billions of dollars. Fear-mongering and the false, but persistent belief that punishment will somehow right the wrong for survivors and prevent future suffering keeps this broken system funded.

But people are fed up and fighting for change.

Crime survivors, the formerly incarcerated, faith leaders, local community residents, and criminal justice reform advocates, including EJUSA, are fighting for a new system that invests in true community safety and health, grounded in proven strategies that work to prevent harm, promote racial equity, address the trauma of survivors, provide true healing and accountability, as well as reduce recidivism.

We will be successful when we all collectively get involved in calling for this new system to be funded at the level required for every community to be safe. It will take all of us working together to call for a system that works.

“YOU’RE ONE OF US, YOU ALWAYS WILL BE!”

Pairing: The Losers Club x Reader, The Losers Club x Female Reader, slight Richie x Reader.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing - but that comes hand in hand with Richie, blood (?)

Word Count: 614

Requested: Yes.

A/N: First request, I hope you all enjoy it! Constructive criticism is always helpful! Please feel free to private message me any requests.

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It had been quite the mystery to the losers as to what Y/N’s fear was. She never spoke of it and none of them pushed her to. They all knew it was personal but it still baffled them as to how they all survived. In the final battle with pennywise, each of the losers conquered their fears; Y/N did not. However curious they all were, not one of them ever pressed the situation. To that, Y/N was very relieved.

They stood in a circle. Eyes darting from one another whilst each extending their hands out.


“Swear to me. Swear to me that if it isn’t dead, we’ll all come back.”


Each of the losers took it in turn to give their verbal oath to their faithful leader and held their right palms out, willingly. Bill started with Richie, after himself, he used the shard of glass to slice into his palm, watching the blood treacle down onto the grass. He moved onto Eddie, then to Stan, to Mike, to Ben, to Bev and finally, to–


“Bill, stop! She’s losing colour, look at her!”


After hearing Beverly’s alert, all seven of the other losers turned to Y/N. Instead of having her normal, pigmented skin colour, she was as pale as a sheet and seemed as frail as one. What was going on in Y/N’s mind, none of the Losers could decide, but Y/N knew all too well why she was reacting the way she was.

Her fear. Her fear, that none of the Losers knew, that never came up in any of the battles with the infamous killing clown, that had haunted her ever since she saw Victor Criss cutting into one of her peers when she was seven years old, was finally coming to light. She was terrified of blood. The sight, the taste, the smell, and even, the crimson pigment scarred her to the bone.

Before anyone could even hold a grasp on what was happening, Y/N’s poor legs had already given way to her, sending her cascading to the floor.


~


“We thought you’d never wake up.”

Your favourite trashmouth sat at the end of your bed, pushing his glasses back up his nose that had previously fallen down.


“Richie?” You inquired, “Richie, what are you doing here?”


“Don’t you remember?”


“Remember what?”


“You collapsed, after we did the blood oath. You’ve been passed out for hours! Don’t worry, we know you’re one of us. Not even a blood oath could determine that.”


“I collapsed?”


Y/N did not like the idea of the losers knowing her one weakness, so she was trying to play it cool. If none of them caught onto the reason why she fainted, she was very into it staying that way.


“Yes. But don’t worry, I brought you back home. With the help of the others, of course….” Richie trailed off, hoping Y/N would admit what he already knew. “I know you’re scared of Blood, Y/N. And that’s okay, I’m shit scared of clowns?! Have you seen them? They’re fucking terrifying.” They both burst out in giggles.


“So, you don’t think any different of me?”


The pink hue on her face was causing the boy to have a hard time with coping how cute she was being, though he would never admit it.


“No, Y/N. You’re one of us, you always will be. Y'Loser.”


He was just poking fun but he had no idea how much that sentence really meant to the, now, thankful girl. She was one of them, one of the Losers, and she would shout it from the rooftops to prove how proud she was.

What is it that makes fake Shiro different from Real Shiro?

In this post, I talked about the theory that the Black Lion was able to find clone/brainwashed Shiro(who I will now refer to as Kuron) because Kuron does believe he’s Shiro. He believes himself to be perfectly fine. He has Shiro’s memories and he feels a real bond and a real connection to the team and to the Lions and the Black Lion felt and recognized the bond, not necessarily Kuron himself, as real. That’s how Black was able to find him.

Once Kuron stopped focusing on his bond with the team while he was on his deathbed, once that moment was over, the Black Lion was able to see the true aspects of Kuron. There are certain aspects of him that the Black Lion has recognized as fake, that the Black Lion has recognized as insufficient to lead. One of these is Kuron’s leadership tactics.

Anyone notice how he’s been completely undermining Keith since he got back?

He interrupted and talked over Keith when they found the Galra outpost with the teledav. When the team had to choose between prioritizing the Comet Ship, the teledav, or Lotor, Kuron undermined Keith and dictated that sticking together to get the Comet ship was priority. And everyone agreed with him against Keith.

Kuron is using his position as a Commander and dictating orders to everyone including Keith, rather then working alongside Keith. Everyone recognizes Kuron/Shiro as the leader and are more willing to put their faith in Kuron/Shiro’s plans then Keith’s plans. Especially after that fight with Lotor on the gas planet. It’s only helping Kuron to undermine Keith and it’s not looking good.

That’s why Kuron has been making plans and allowing Keith a small amount of influence and input, rather than giving Keith a chance to come up with plans of his own. Best example: When the cargo ship holding the teledav was about to get away, Kuron gave Keith a choice between two plans Kuron made; either defend against the Comet Ship or take down the teledav and deal with the consequences. 

And it turned out both of those plans were crap compared to Keith’s own plan of tricking the Comet Ship into destroying the teledav

Kuron was 100% confident in his plans and not Keith’s ability to lead. And it almost cost them a chance to destroy the teledav. 

And Kuron admits this at the end of the episode, when he says that Keith’s quick thinking is what came through. But he asserts that Keith is going to get there. And by that he means, Keith will eventually become a good enough leader where Kuron does not have to step in. Kuron sees himself as a commander ranking above Keith, rather then someone who now has work with Keith.

Kuron has to recognize that Keith has leader status now. When he does that stuff like that, undermining Keith in front of the team, dictating orders and plans, the team could end up missing opportunities like tricking the Comet Ship into destroying the teledav. This is something the real Shiro would recognize.  The real Shiro recognizes someone else with leadership status and is willing to work alongside them. Shiro recognized Allura(✨My Queen✨) as a leader and was willing to work alongside her, even sometimes defer to her, because the real Shiro knows how to step back and work with another leader. But Kuron doesn’t do the same with Keith. Instead, Kuron undermines Keith, in front of everyone else.

 Kuron doesn’t have to completely just let go and let Keith take the reins, but he hasn’t been making enough of an effort to work with Keith to convince me that he’s the real Shiro. 

I realize this all might make Kuron sound like a bad guy, and he’s not. I don’t think he is. I don’t necessarily think there’s something wrong with the plans he makes or the choices he makes and I don’t think hes intentionally undermining Keith. He even apologized for it at the end. I think Kuron was right at some points to step in and correct Keith. Keith isn’t ready to lead on his own. But the way Kuron steps in doesn’t sit right with me. It’s different from how Shiro would step in. The way he acts as a commander is different from Shiro and the Black Lion has picked up on it. It’s something that has helped the Black Lion realize that Kuron is not Shiro.

Tl:dr; Kuron is a different kind of leader than Shiro and it’s what the Black Lion has picked up on as fake and rejected. 

This is also just a working theory though, so what do you guys think?

Fatal Attraction: The Murder of Travis Alexander

Travis Alexander, 30, was a successful motivational speaker and salesman for Prepaid Legal Services. In June of 2008, Alexander was planning on attending a work-related trip Cancun, Mexico with a female friend. However, around the time of the trip, Alexander disappeared, even missing a conference call on the evening of June 4, 2008, which is estimated as the night of his death. His roommate was under the impression that Alexander had already left for Cancun. Suspicious, his friends decided to check on Alexander.

They were greeted with a horrible odor as they walked into the home Alexander shared with a roommate. When they opened the door to his bedroom, they saw blood on the floor. They went into Alexander’s bathroom and found a gruesome scene. Blood was spattered all over the walls. Their friend lay dead in his bathtub. Alexander’s roommate had no idea that Alexander had been lying dead in his bathroom for five days.

Alexander’s friends called 911 and were asked if anyone had recently threatened Alexander and the caller replied that his ex-girlfriend, Jodi Arias, had been stalking him.

Investigators determined that Alexander had been stabbed from behind 27 times, his throat was cut and he had been shot in the head. His hands bore defensive wounds and a.25 caliber shell casing was recovered from scene. A bloody palm print was also found at the scene.

Travis Alexander met Jodi Arias at a sales conference in Las Vegas in 2006. Arias was also a salesperson for Pre-Paid Legal. Alexander was very successful at his job and also worked for the company as a motivational speaker and taught sales seminars. Arias was much less successful at her job, making just enough money to get by, while Alexander drove a BMW and owned a large, beautiful home. Alexander needed a date for dinner during the convention one night and a co-worker suggested Arias.

Arias grew up in southern California and is described as a rebellious teen who dropped out of high school when she was 17-years-old. She is described as an artistic person with a specific interest in photography. After dropping out of school, Arias moved in with a boyfriend and drifted from job to job. Mostly, Arias worked as a waitress and lived with a series of boyfriends. Through a friend, she heard about Prepaid Legal Services and applied for a job as a salesperson.

Travis Alexander had a terrible childhood as the child of two drug addicts who neglected him. His grandmother took him in and introduced him to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He embraced the Mormon faith and became a leader in the church.

Alexander hit it off with the attractive and articulate Arias. Their relationship continued after they returned home. The two worked for the same company but for different offices – Arias lived in Palm Desert, California and Alexander lived in Mesa, Arizona. The two texted constantly and saw each other on weekends.

As investigators looked into Alexander’s relationship with Arias, they found out from friends that Arias was a very possessive and jealous girlfriend who would snoop through texts and messages on his phone. Alexander reportedly found this flattering, however, he did not take the relationship as seriously as Arias. She viewed Alexander as potential husband material while Alexander saw Arias as an insatiable “nymphomaniac” who was a lot of fun in bed. If she was in love; he was in lust.

Two months into the relationship, Alexander told her that he would only consider a serious relationship with another member of his church. Arias converted without hesitation with Alexander performing the baptism. However, Alexander didn’t see Arias as “wife” material. He wanted a woman who was more conservative and “chaste” for a wife. The two actually ended their relationship as a couple after five months but still continued to have a sexual relationship.

Alexander reportedly planned the Cancun trip early in 2008 and was intending on bringing Arias with him. By April 2008, he had changed his plans and was bringing a female friend instead. His friends told investigators that he said Arias had been stalking him and had even slashed his tires.


Investigators recovered a digital camera, which had been damaged in the washing machine. They were able to retrieve the photos on it, which were taken on June 4 at 1:40 p.m. The pictures were of Arias and Alexander in sexual poses with one of the last photos of Alexander in the shower at 5:29 p.m. The final photo was unclear but appears to be of Alexander bleeding on the bathroom floor. The bloody palm print found at the scene was found to contain DNA from both Arias and Alexander.

In the days leading up to Alexander’s murder, it was also discovered that Arias’ grandparents’ home was burglarized and a .25 caliber semiautomatic Colt pistol was stolen. The gun was never recovered but the shell casing recovered at the crime scene was a .25 caliber shell.

Arias was charged with murder on June 9, 2008.

Arias’ story of what happened the night of Alexander’s death would change. At first, she claimed that both her and Travis were attacked in his home that night and that the masked assailants allowed her to live. Then, she would change her story to that of self-defense against an abusive boyfriend. A psychologist would testify in her defense that she suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Arias’ trial began in January of 2013. She was found guilty of first degree murder in May of 2013. The jury was undecided on what Arias’ sentence should be and another trial began for sentencing in October 2013. The erotic images taken on the night of Alexander’s murder were presented as evidence to counter the prosecution’s assertion that Arias had been stalking Alexander and that he was afraid of her.

In March of 2015, Jodi Arias was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. She is currently serving her sentence at Arizona State Prison Complex-Perryville.

Sources:

Biography.com

Snapped, Season 11, Episode 9; Oxygen Network (2013)

cnn.com
There is an underground network preparing to hide immigrants
Faith leaders in California don't have hope President Donald Trump won't enter churches or places of worship where immigrants may seek sanctuary. So they are building safe houses and preparing rooms to hide immigrants who fear ICE will deport them.
By Kyung Lah, Alberto Moya and Mallory Simon, CNN

A hammer pounds away in the living room of a middle class home. A sanding machine smoothes the grain of the wood floor in the dining room.

But this home Pastor Ada Valiente is showing off in Los Angeles, with its refurbished floors, is no ordinary home.

“It would be three families we host here,” Valiente says.

By “host,” she means provide refuge to people who may be sought by US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, known as ICE. The families staying here would be undocumented immigrants, fearing an ICE raid and possible deportation.

The purchase of this home is part of a network formed by Los Angeles religious leaders across faiths in the wake of Donald Trump’s election. The intent is to shelter hundreds, possibly thousands of undocumented people in safe houses across Southern California.

The goal is to offer another sanctuary beyond religious buildings or schools, ones that require federal authorities to obtain warrants before entering the homes.

“That’s what we need to do as a community to keep families together,” Valiente says.

At another Los Angeles neighborhood miles away, a Jewish man shows off a sparsely decorated spare bedroom in his home. White sheets on the bed and the clean, adjacent full bathroom bear all the markers of an impending visit. The man, who asked not to be identified, pictures an undocumented woman and her children who may find refuge in his home someday.

The man says he’s never been in trouble before and has difficulty picturing that moment. But he’s well educated and understands the Fourth Amendment, which gives people the right to be secure in their homes, against unreasonable searches and seizures. He’s pictured the moment if ICE were to knock on his door.

“I definitely won’t let them in. That’s our legal right,” he says. “If they have a warrant, then they can come in. I can imagine that could be scary, but I feel the consequences of being passive in this moment is a little scary.”

cnn.com
There is an underground network readying homes to hide undocumented immigrants
Faith leaders in California don't have hope President Donald Trump won't enter churches or places of worship where immigrants may seek sanctuary. So they are building safe houses and preparing rooms to hide immigrants who fear ICE will deport them.
By Kyung Lah, Alberto Moya and Mallory Simon, CNN

“A hammer pounds away in the living room of a middle class home. A sanding machine smoothes the grain of the wood floor in the dining room.

But this home Pastor Ada Valiente is showing off in Los Angeles, with its refurbished floors, is no ordinary home.“It would be three families we host here,” Valiente says.By “host,” she means provide refuge to people who may be sought by US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, known as ICE. The families staying here would be undocumented immigrants, fearing an ICE raid and possible deportation.

The purchase of this home is part of a network formed by Los Angeles religious leaders across faiths in the wake of Donald Trump’s election. The intent is to shelter hundreds, possibly thousands of undocumented people in safe houses across Southern California.

Workers rush to finish flooring for homes meant to hide immigrants.The goal is to offer another sanctuary beyond religious buildings or schools, ones that require federal authorities to obtain warrants before entering the homes.“That’s what we need to do as a community to keep families together,” Valiente says.

At another Los Angeles neighborhood miles away, a Jewish man shows off a sparsely decorated spare bedroom in his home. White sheets on the bed and the clean, adjacent full bathroom bear all the markers of an impending visit. The man, who asked not to be identified, pictures an undocumented woman and her children who may find refuge in his home someday.The man says he’s never been in trouble before and has difficulty picturing that moment. But he’s well educated and understands the Fourth Amendment, which gives people the right to be secure in their homes, against unreasonable searches and seizures. He’s pictured the moment if ICE were to knock on his door.“I definitely won’t let them in. That’s our legal right,” he says. “If they have a warrant, then they can come in. I can imagine that could be scary, but I feel the consequences of being passive in this moment is a little scary.”

Read the full piece here

Shiro is really conscious of his morality, right? We see this in the way that he’s adamant about letting Keith repeatedly know something could happen to him in S2. Imagine if Shiro did what Alfor did and created an AI of himself, so that after he’s disappeared and the team is certain they won’t be getting him back for a while (or he’s dead), Allura takes Keith to the AI chamber and shows Keith Shiro’s AI.

Knowing better than anyone what it’s like, she gives Keith a minute alone with his grief, and that’s where the audience learns about Shiro and Keith’s history together. Using Shiro’s memories, suddenly the chamber takes them back to a meaningful spot in the desert right outside the Garrison, and there, Keith tells AI Shiro about all of his abandonment fears and his anxiety pertaining to filling his shoes.

He tells him how much he meant to him. He tells him how he doesn’t know how to be his own leader because he’s painted his image around Shiro’s. He tells him he’s the only family he’s ever had. He tells him he loves him.

“What if I’m not like you, Shiro? What if I let all of them down?”

“You won’t be like me, Keith, but you also won’t let them down. There are thousands of ways to be a leader.”

Shiro reassures him he’ll be okay and that he’s always had faith and believed in him as an individual. Fighting back angry tears because none of this is fair for either one of them, they hug and squeeze. Keith knows it’s impossible, but for a split-second, he thinks that maybe he felt Shiro’s warmth. Maybe he felt Shiro.

“You’re going to be great.”

Keith grits his teeth and shakes his head through a sob because he can’t cry. Shiro never cried, so why should he feel entitled to cry?

“You already are.”

slate.com
What the “Alt-Left” Trump Despises Was Actually Doing in Charlottesville Last Weekend
First-person accounts from locals who were there.

On Tuesday, after a weekend that included a white supremacist mowing down and killing a peaceful counter-protester in Charlottesville and Nazis marching on the University of Virginia with torches, the president of the United States stood in front of the American people and said, “What about the ‘alt-left’ that came charging at, as you say, the ‘alt-right’? Let me ask you this: What about the fact they came charging—that they came charging with clubs in their hands, swinging clubs? Do they have any problem? I think they do.”

There were, as it turns out, a great number of Charlottesville locals present to witness the violence and lawlessness on display in this town—my town—last weekend. I asked local witnesses, many in the faith community, every one of whom was on the streets of Charlottesville on Saturday, whether there was a violent, club-wielding mob threatening the good people on team Nazi. Here’s what I heard back:

Brandy Daniels
Postdoctoral fellow at the Luce Project on Religion and Its Publics at UVA

It was basically impossible to miss the antifa for the group of us who were on the steps of Emancipation Park in an effort to block the Nazis and alt-righters from entering. Soon after we got to the steps and linked arms, a group of white supremacists—I’m guessing somewhere between 20-45 of them—came up with their shields and batons and bats and shoved through us. We tried not to break the line, but they got through some of us—it was terrifying, to say the least—shoving forcefully with their shields and knocking a few folks over. We strengthened our resolve and committed to not break the line again. Some of the anarchists and anti-fascist folks came up to us and asked why we let them through and asked what they could do to help. Rev. Osagyefo Sekou talked with them for a bit, explaining what we were doing and our stance and asking them to not provoke the Nazis. They agreed quickly and stood right in front of us, offering their help and protection.

Less than 10 minutes later, a much larger group of the Nazi alt-righters come barreling up. My memory is again murky on the details. (I was frankly focused on not bolting from the scene and/or not soiling myself—I know hyperbole is common in recounting stories like these, but I was legitimately very worried for my well-being and safety, so I was trying to remember the training I had acquired as well as, for resolve, to remember why I was standing there.) But it had to have been at least 100 of them this go around. I recall feeling like I was going to pass out and was thankful that I was locked arms with folks so that I wouldn’t fall to the ground before getting beaten. I knew that the five anarchists and antifa in front of us and the 20 or so of us were no match for the 100-plus of them, but at this point I wasn’t letting go.


“Cornel West said that he felt that the antifa saved his life. I didn’t roll my eyes at that statement or see it as an exaggeration.”


At that point, more of the anarchists and antifa milling nearby saw the huge mob of the Nazis approach and stepped in. They were about 200-300 feet away from us and stepped between us (the clergy and faith leaders) and the Nazis. This enraged the Nazis, who indeed quickly responded violently. At this point, Sekou made a call that it was unsafe—it had gotten very violent very fast—and told us to disperse quickly.

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Regarding Lotor [S4 Spoilers]

Browsing through some of the reactions to season four, It seems like a lot of people are upset with Narti’s death. Aren’t Lotor and his generals supposed to be a tight-knit group? Don’t they have a strong degree of trust between them? How could Lotor just kill Narti in cold blood without a second thought? I’ll admit, I was shocked at first but ultimately considering the circumstances, It was probably the best call he could have made.

Lotor has been dismissed from his position, losing most of the power and influence he would have had over the Galra Empire. He’s suddenly far shorter on resources, manpower and options than he was before. It’s a manageable loss since he still has his secret base of operations that the Empire can’t possibly find. Except they do, almost immediately. Under massive attack, it’s clear that Lotor has for some reason been declared an enemy of the empire and the situation is dire. He takes only his generals and his pet project with him as he leaves. The Empire has turned against him, yet he trusts his generals to remain by his side. And then it occurs to him, how did they find them? 

I don’t know how Lotor figured out it was Narti who was the source of the leak. Maybe it has something to do with Narti’s past and the reason why she’s in possession of Honerva’s cat that Lotor is aware of. Maybe there’s a relationship  between Narti and Haggar that we’re not yet privy to. Or maybe Lotor just assumed that Haggar had simply managed to work her magic on Narti. We also don’t know if she was being manipulated by Haggar or serving as a spy willingly. Either way, Lotor correctly figures out Haggar is seeing through her eyes. We don’t know if there’s any way to break the possession/communication link that they had, and if there was, we don’t know that Lotor or any of the other generals would have been capable of severing that link in the short time that they have. They are under attack and in the presence of a spy who is feeding live footage of them to enemies who want them dead. Every word they say, every move they make will be relayed back to the enemy. Narti knows their plans. Knowing that she might be a spy, so leaving her alive the possibility that she might return to Haggar with a wealth of information is not an option. As terrible as it is, the only option that permanently removes the threat of surveillance and keeps them safe is to kill her. 

I don’t think that Lotor killing Narti proves that he doesn’t in fact care about his generals. Eliminating Narti could just as easily have been an act of protecting them as much as it was about protecting himself. In that dire situation, Lotor had no other option. When it came down to choosing between the lives of four people or one, who for all he knew could be a traitor, it was a pretty clear-cut decision to make. It doesn’t mean it was easy, and it doesn’t mean he didn’t feel any semblance of regret or remorse about what he had to do. Lotor’s emotions seem to be conveyed through very subtle facial animations, left mostly to viewer speculation. Until we get a backstory episode, there’s not too much we can figure out about him without mostly resorting to guesswork. Still, I believe there’s are enough clues to suggest his generals mean something to him. He certainly doesn’t expect them to betray him, nor does hold that decision against them. In the wake of Narti’s death, all of team Lotor get closeups showing their expressions. Zethrid and Ezor look troubled, Axca is focused and Lotor is…well he doesn’t have time to mourn. Their lives are in danger, and his plan is the only thing with the potential to pull them out of their sticky situation. Death of a member aside, he’s still their leader and it’s his job to get them out of this mess.

Whether Lotor explains the reasoning behind killing Narti to his generals, we don’t know, but whether he does or doesn’t, with no way of proving that Narti was the leak, the damage is done. Their faith is shaken seeing their leader so easily strike down one of their own. They immediately begin to wonder, could that be me? Could I be next? When it seems like the leader they’ve put their trust in has failed them, their doubts lead them to betray him before he can supposedly do the same. And that’s pretty much everything Haggar could’ve hoped for.

All in all, how things play out from here promises to be pretty interesting. Personally, I hope season 5 brings some backstory to Lotor and his generals, particularly how they met and operated in the past, as well as a chance for reconciliation between them. 

ogling [peter quill]

you’re a team. you change in front of each other. it’s whatever.

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warnings: nudity?

additional notes: i love peter quill and there are so few fics for him so watching gotg vol. 2 again inspired me to crank this out. gender-neutral reader here. enjoy!

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

Over time, you had grown used to how comfortable everyone on the Milano had grown with each other. In fact, you even grew more comfortable, too. Not enough to, say, waltz out of the showers without a single stitch of clothing on your body like certain individuals (Drax), but enough to get dressed and undressed before and after missions in front of the rest of the team.

It had been strange at first when you first joined the team. Before the team came together, you had lived with just Rocket and Groot for so long that you weren’t used to seeing half-naked humanoid bodies. It was kind of funny; Drax would have full conversations with the rest of the team while he stood there in all his nude glory while Rocket, clad in entire layers of dark fur, would hiss at you if you ever accidentally looked at him for too long before he had his vest on.

To each their own.

By now, you were somewhere in the middle. You didn’t mind changing in front of the others, but you usually kept your back turned—unless someone was giving out instructions—and you had finally stopped rushing through the motions, taking your time to strap on your vest, lace up your boots, and button up your shirt without worrying that everyone was staring at you. Still, you always changed your underwear in private. You didn’t want Rocket reminding you about that time you’d lost a bet and let him write “ROCKET RULEZ” on your behind in permanent marker. That had taken weeks to wash off.

However, it wasn’t Gamora, Drax, Rocket, or Groot who had made you nervous about group changing sessions in the first place. It was Peter. He was the only other Terran you’d seen in decades, so naturally the two of you had grown close, bonding over as much shared Earth experience as you could, since Peter hadn’t lived on Terra for very long. You’d even grown protective of the punk, ever since he pulled that stunt on Xandar, holding a goddamn infinity stone in his goddamn hand. Peter’s body was the first fully human body that you had laid eyes on in years, and vice versa. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t let your gaze linger on him for a little longer than usual whenever you caught him changing shirts. He was a handsome guy, with a form to match, and you’d secretly prayed that his constant jokes would start to annoy you but instead, you’d found yourself falling deeper and deeper in…well, whatever it was you felt for him. Eventually you started to worry that he would want to pursue something with you—which was silly, since that was exactly what you wanted—but you worried because he might be looking for the epitome of Terran perfection, and you were far from it.

Today’s mission was a simple one: get in, take back some energy source that had been stolen from some lofty-voiced monarch who couldn’t bear to send their own soft citizens, fight some bad guys, and get out. You’d already forgotten the empress’s name. You were scheduled to arrive in twenty minutes, so all of you were currently changing, except for Groot, who sat on the table, kicking his legs back and forth, listening to Rocket as he went through the rules: No running off, no yelling, no fighting people who look at you funny…

You grinned as you shucked off your T-shirt, leaving your torso bare. You grabbed your undershirt and slipped it on over your head, and that’s when you heard murmuring behind you. You pretended not to be eavesdropping but couldn’t help yourself.

“Quill, you are staring again.” Drax’s voice. He never did learn how to whisper. You bent over to step into your pants.

“I am not—okay, fine, maybe I am. Can you just leave it—”

“You should not be ashamed, Quill. I can see how Y/N’s form would appeal to you, especially given your common Terran background.”

“It’s not our ‘common Terran background,’ genius. It’s—”

You turned around at that, arching an eyebrow at Peter. “Something wrong, Quill?” you asked him, holding his eyes while you pulled your pants up.

Peter’s face went red. He was still shirtless, sitting there in just his pants and boots. “No, nothing, Drax was just—”

“I was reassuring Quill that he should be proud of his interest in you. It’s natural for him to be drawn to you. You are the only other Terran on this ship. I may not find your body attractive but he certainly does.”

You smiled weakly. “Thanks, Drax.” You turned back around. You could hear Rocket snickering behind you, and Gamora rebuking both Drax and Peter in a harsh whisper. You tried to focus on buckling up your holsters instead of the revelation that Peter had been staring at you, and that this hadn’t been the first time.


The mission went well. Kind of. Rocket had suffered a blow to the head, and you’d been scratched by some beast cybernetically engineered to guard the planet’s treasury with its life, but the rest of the team had been relatively unscathed. Now you were sitting at the table in your underclothes rehydrating while Gamora knelt in front of you and cleaned the wound on your thigh.

“Thanks,” you told her, taking a swig of water.

Gamora peered up at you briefly before returning to her work. “Thank goodness our faithful leader stepped in to help,” she mocked as she bandaged you.

You grinned. “Thank goodness indeed. I can handle myself though.”

“Oh, he knows that. But he still wants to protect you.” She tied off the bandage with a knot, standing up and regarding you with just the hint of a knowing smirk on her face. “It’s natural to protect the ones you care about. Common Terran background and all.”

“Oh, please,” you huffed, but you knew she could see right through you. Gamora walked away, and you leaned back against the table, mulling her words over.

“Hey.”

Dammit. “Hey,” you told Peter, flashing him a grateful smile. He was shirtless again. Very, very shirtless. You cleared your throat. “Thanks for helping me out back there.”

Peter shrugged. “No problem. What was that thing anyway? A dog? I was getting some dog vibes.” He sat down next to you.

God, he was sitting so close. You carefully focused on just his eyes and not his pecs, or his shoulders, or his stomach, or his hips. “I guess, but I’ve never met a dog that didn’t like me.”

He nodded, wringing his hands and looking down at them, evidently lost in thought. You finally gave in to your urges and let yourself appreciate the way he looked, how wide his shoulders were, how the muscles in his thick waist rippled when he moved, how his arms were corded with muscle and his hands were huge—

“You’re staring.”

“What?” You whipped your eyes back to his, cursing inwardly when you saw him smirking at you. “No, it’s nothing,” you insisted, but it was too late. His smile grew and grew until it lit up his entire face. He was on his feet, pointing at you hysterically.

“You were staring at me!” he crowed triumphantly. “Like I stared at you! Ha!”

“No, that’s not—”

“You like me! You do! It’s all over your face!”

“Peter—”

He knelt down in front of you, his hands grasping your knees, and you gulped, watching him with wide eyes. “I like you too,” he said evenly, and as much as you couldn’t believe it, you could see in his eyes that it was true.

“That’s…” You couldn’t look away from him. “That’s cool.”

Peter licked his lips, standing on his knees so he was closer to your eye level. He was gripping your legs for support, avoiding your bandaged thigh. “You know what would be even cooler?”

“What?”

“If you kissed me.”

So you did.