yes the quote is from priest

My favorite lines from The Defenders

I just had to make a collection for this show 

  •  “People call me Foggy.” “And you let them?”
  • Matt’s speech to Aaron James (Ep. 1)
  • “You’re not abandoning Elektra, you don’t have it in you.” That sass from the priest thou
  • “You got a mouth on ya.” “You noticed.” 
  • “Is the NYPD going to pay you for doing their job?” “No…but,”
  • Josie’s comment towards Foggy
  • “You won’t like me then.” “I don’t like you now.” 
  • “Don’t you bet on it.” *immediately cuts off his hand*
  • “I’m a Catholic guy, I’ve got a soft spot for hopeless causes.” 
  • “There’s this mystical place called K’un-Lun-” “I can answer for myself,” *pauses* “There’s this mystical place called K’un-Lun,” 
  • Luke’s speech/argument with Danny in Ep. 3 
  • “Omg yes I’m gonna quote that” that entire conversation lol
  • “So punching is okay now?” “It’s complicated.” 
  • “You look like an asshole.” “It’s your scarf.” 
  • “Woah, she is very strong.” 
  • “Who hears neon?!”
  • “Is that pork?” “No, it’s shrimp.” “Oh.” *waiter walks in* “That guy has pork.” “Ah great!” 
  • “I get that.” “I don’t, you’re blind.” 
  • “Because this one, the iron fist, immortal weapon and protector of the ancient city, is still a thunderous dumbass.” 
  • “Sit down and shut up.” *immediately walks out*
  • “Jesus, am I the only one left who doesn’t know karate?”
  • “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” “Let’s keep it that way”
  • *drives car straight into the restaurant* “Who missed me?” 
  • “Do you understand?” “Do I understand? You are the dumbest Iron Fist yet.” 
  • “That dude was for sure dead the last time I saw him.” “Oh yeah.” “Okay just checking.” I love Claire so much 
  • “The scarf looked better. Nice ears.” “They’re horns.” 
  • “It’s a katana, it was passed down-” “It’s weird.” 
  • “So cool.” “I mean, it’s kind of cool.” 
  • Any time Luke tries to calm Danny down
  • “It’s like you’re making it up as you go along.” “That’s what survivors do.” 
  • “His name is Matthew.” *stabby mcstab stab* “You work for me now.” 
  • “A witness? What do you, do you want me to describe how it sounded?” 
  • *downs a shitty beer* “It’s been a long week.” 
  • *gives Matt in the suit the side-eye* “There it is.”
  • “I’m glad we found each other.” “I’m not hugging you.”
  • “Let’s go ironclad.” “It’s Iron Fist.” “I know.” 

These were just my faves, feel free to add your own! 

“Oh, I don’t know, I really don’t,” said Nanny. “I mean, it’s flattering and everything, but I really don’t think I could be goin’ out with a man with a limp.”
“Limp what?”
Nanny Ogg had always considered herself unshockable, but there’s no such thing. Shocks can come from unexpected directions.
“I am a married woman,” said Magrat, smiling at her expression. And it felt good, just once, to place a small tintack in the path of Nanny’s carefree amble through life.
“But is… I mean, is Verence, you know, all right in the–”
“Oh yes. Everything’s… fine. But now I understand what your jokes were about.”
“What, all of them?” said nanny, like someone who’d found all the aces removed from their favorite pack of cards.
“Well, not the one about the priest, the old woman and the rhinoceros.”
“I should just about hope so!” said Nanny. “I didn’t understand that one until I was forty!”

– on Nanny’s jokes | Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

The Nonexistent Line

I was going to write a very important blog post about something personal to me, but I’ve been pushed to write this entry for something along the lines of a month now and am getting clear  “do it now” signs.

In reading pagan and polytheist posts, I keep seeing the same theme over and over again. Polytheist “clergy” in various traditions talking about how important the “laity” are. Now there is a reason I put these terms in quotes and I will get to that in a minute. It isn’t meant as an insult.

Before I start, here are the dictionary definitions from for the terms.


noun, plural clergies.   1. the group or body of ordained persons in a religion, as distinguished from the laity. 


noun   1. the body of religious worshipers, as distinguished from the clergy. 2. the people outside of a particular profession, as distinguished from those belonging to it: the medical ignorance of the laity. 

We’re dealing with definition number one of the second word.

In a bit, I will get to why these are troubling terms when used in exclusivity.

First, I want to say that some of these people are in closed systems where there is a very hard line between clergy and laity and I am not addressing that.I am addressing people in new or developing or even older open traditions and those who are being called by the gods one way or another. So please keep that in mind.

Secondly, I’m not trying to badmouth people. I just think a new perspective is called for at this point, from someone who is neither clergy in the traditional sense nor, by the definitions that keep being stated, laity.

Now on to the main point. I mentioned that clergy are talking about how wonderful and important laity are. This is great. Except that there are a few major problems with how it is being done, at least from my end. Some of these issues have hurt personally, so I apologize for any lack of objectivity.

1) The clergy in question are drawing a very hard line between two classes in paganism or polytheism. This doesn’t work in all traditions. Classism can also lead to other problems, but I’m not really going to address that at the moment.

2) Some rely on ordination to be clergy while others are fine with self proclaimed clergy as long as the Gods say so and there has been some sort of oath taken, even privately. That’s fine, different paths for different people. But it does blur the term a bit. The best thing new people can do is be sure they have a general idea of what path the cleric in question is speaking of and find out if there are solid rules or just ideas regarding how people qualify.

3) Some imply heavily that the god bothered, whether called to be clergy or not, are a type of clergy. This can be a problem as far from all who talk with or dream of the gods are called to do cleric’s work.

4) The clergy doing the talking sometimes seem to talk down to the very laity they are supposed to be bolstering. Giving the impression that they need laity to do the small things while they are busy doing the big things doesn’t exactly bolster the confidence of those who don’t meet the clergy criteria. It gives a feeling of the clergy are more important and we just make a platform for them to stand upon. See point one about classes. (I tried to find the exact quotes I have read related to this but, at the moment, my google fu seems to be a bit lacking. If anyone has specific resources, please send me a private message.)

5) There are many specializations in spirituality. It isn’t just about priests and peasants in all traditions. Yes, some traditions have very defined roles. Some are less defined and for people on individual paths, this makes this incredibly murky ground.

It may sound like I’m asking for the terms to be strictly defined in polytheism. I am not. Terms vary from tradition to tradition. I’m fine with that. What I am not fine with is the fact that there are people falling into the cracks here between terms. Several pagan clergy out there are stating things (perhaps without meaning to) as though there is a definitive line between clergy and laity and these are the only ways to be. Either you are part of the elite clergy who are god bothered or called or you are part of the supportive laity who need to rely on the clergy for the big stuff.

So where do people who don’t fit that mold fall? What about the girl who cannot see, hear, or feel the gods but nonetheless has a talent for getting results from rituals in amazing ways? What about the god bothered introvert who doesn’t want a thing to do with other people or with titles and just wants to talk to their god in private? (I’m not speaking of monastics who are called to worship this way, rather people who choose to because of their social feelings or other personal reasons.) What of the bards who are meant to be the go-betweens and historians? What of the jesters meant to call others under scrutiny? What of, in my case, the multi-pathed polytheist who is being called to service in one path but is a “lay person” in another, stricter path? What about the traditional private practitioner?

We need to realize that the line is blurred, if not nonexistent in some cases. Those who have been working with spiritual stuff for a long time can suss all this out, but for those new to things, who are getting their information from those who have been around longer, they need to know that there can be more than the clergy and the laity.*

So bring on the priests, self ordained, god ordained, or tradition ordained. Bring on the bards, skalds, and clerks. Bring on the gifted in all forms. Bring on those whose faith is like steel because it is their truest gift whether or not they have other spiritual gifts. Bring on the casual, the intense, the bridges, the joy makers, the jesters, the organizers, the proof readers, the musicians, those who honor loudly and those who listen quietly. There are many more than two sides of this. Yours is just as important as any other’s.

I am going to finish by asking non clergy to please share their blogs with me. I want to see more perspectives from those who are not ordained or whose spiritual path, god bothered or not, varies from the perceived notion of clergy or laity. And for those who consider themselves laity, I especially want to see your blogs. I issue a call that those who are not clergy speak up about the awesome things you do and the wonderful ways you do it! We need more of that and less clergy patting non clergy on the head.

*Again, I am not speaking of traditions with very strict ordination structures, but more open traditions and paths.

Yesterday I got a phone call: “Are you Charles Bukowski?”


“Charles Bukowski, the poet?” 

“I am sometimes Charles Bukowski, the poet.”

Well, I’m a young man from New York just got into town, and I’ve always loved your work. I’d like to come by and talk to you.

“Kid, just what does talk have to do with poetry?”

“I don’t understand.” 

“I’m not your corner priest. We have nothing to talk about, don’t
you understand?” I said good-bye and hung

up. He’ll find another poet, the phone book

is full of them.

Free-thinking, free-speaking Camille was, in a measure, at his mercy, and the priest positively refused to allow the wedding [between Camille and Lucille] to take place unless the journalist made a public profession of faith in the Catholic religion.

This M. de Pancemony [the priest] could not obtain in so many words; he was obliged to be content with Camille’s rather hesitating answer to his assertion that, if he were not a Catholic, he could not confer upon him a sacrament of that religion.

“Well, then, yes,” said Camille, “if that be the case, I am a Catholic.”

Two further concessions the priest did obtain, after subjecting the journalist to a catechism which that young gentleman managed to wriggle through, although scarcely with flying colors. He made Camille promise to retract his heretical opinions in the next number of his paper- a promise which, by the way, the journalist never performed.


Violet Methley, from Camille Desmoulins: A Biography (pg. 126)

This makes me laugh, hahaha! 

Title: Peace I Leave With You, 21/27-ish?

Fandom: OUAT

Rating: M (Ahem, yes, I did just up the rating)

Word Count: ~9,600

Trigger Warning: Torture (this chapter only)

Summary: When Emma needs a friend in Storybrooke, she finds one in the sinfully attractive priest Killian Jones. AU starting in season 1.

Notes: Long one. But I hope the final scene will make it all worth it. Disclaimer: Lines of dialog from the show are quoted in this chapter – none of it belongs to me, etc. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Or read on Ao3


Killian squeezes his fist tight at his side and clamps his teeth shut as Cora advances toward him.

She arches an eyebrow. “I believe I just made a request. Don’t try my patience, Hook. You know exactly what I’m capable of when I’m unhappy. The dagger. Now.”

He draws a deep breath through his nostrils and shakes his head. Cora won’t give him any chance to act. His only hope is words. Not directed at Cora, of course, but at Regina. Turning his eyes to Regina, he speaks.

“Why? Why are you doing this, Regina? I told Emma the truth, and she believes you. She wants to help you prove your innocence, and now you have the real culprit. So why are you teaming up with her? If you ever want a place in Henry’s life—”

“I’m doing this to get my place in Henry’s life back,” says Regina, her face tight with pain. “He is my son, and Emma is taking him away from me.”

“And you honestly think he’ll forgive you after you’ve returned to your villainous ways? After you’ve used the dagger to—what, order all your enemies killed by Gold’s hand?”

The way Regina’s expression falters tells Killian that this is exactly the plan Cora proposes. He swallows hard. No. He can’t allow it. Never. No matter what it costs him. “Don’t do this, Regina. You know it will haunt you forever. Henry will discover the truth. He’ll never forgive you—”

“He’ll never know the truth,” Cora snaps.

“You’d tamper with your own son’s memories?” Killian asks, holding Regina’s gaze. He can see her eyes faltering—he knows he’s getting to her. He just needs a little longer…

“Enough of this small talk,” Cora cuts in, frowning. “Don’t listen to him, darling,” she throws over her shoulder to Regina. “He’s only trying to confuse you. Our plan will work perfectly. But first, we need that dagger.” She steps toward him, her arm outstretched.

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