solidarity is strength

21 things black men don’t hear often enough

1. I love you bro. We don’t tell each other as men how much we mean to each other. There is no weakness in that. Only strength, solidarity, and power.

2. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to commit to getting better.

3. Someone is depending on you, to be exactly who you are.

4. Read more. You have time to read 12 books a year (which is more than the average American). We also aren’t average.

5. Showing and sharing your emotions isn’t a sign of weakness. Paying attention to how we feel helps us become more in tune with what’s actually going on.

6. Your mental health matters. You can’t “work yourself” out of your mind. Emotional trauma is very real and worthy of our time. We’ve been through a lot recently.

7. Living is an act of resistance. You are going to live, get out all these dreams, and thrive – despite the odds.

8. You are a descendent of kings. Seriously, don’t bow your head to life. You were built for this.

9. Their opinion won’t pay your bills, or build your dreams. They won’t always see your vision. Not everyone is supposed to.

10. Failure isn’t a tattoo. Learn how to take the Ls and move on. Adapt and overcome.

11. Getting this money, and doing good, aren’t mutually exclusive. You just have to be clear on your non-negotiables and stand by them.

12. You don’t have to ask for permission to be excellent. Go for it.

13. “Everybody eat’s b” – Ace Boogie. Seriously, we can all get what we want to out here. Helping people doesn’t make you a sucker. Do have boundaries though.

14. There is absolutely nothing wrong with working for someone else (even if you’re from Harlem), but it pays to think like an owner. Signing the front of a check is very different than the back.


16. If someone knocks you for your 9-5, they (1) aren’t your friends and (2) they don’t know about your 6-10. Keep going.

17. Start owning when you can. Pay yourself first. These loans ain’t loyal.

18. We don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You’re excellent and it’s perfectly okay to still be warming up.

19. Try to take care of yourself. I love Popeyes, but what we put in ourselves can actually kill us. Exercise, eat well, and get active. Put some $$ on your jumper, and invite your team out!

20. Learning how to cook is a great look. Seriously. Watch a couple Youtube videos, hit Home Goods, and start cheffing.

21. “Someday” is never going to show up on the calendar. Write that book, send that tweet, record podcast. Don’t opt out, especially not right now.

the huge amount of respect I have for dan and phil has truly tripled. seeing their caring and giving nature to those who need it is so refreshing and comforting. it’s nice to see them fight against the hatred in this world with love from themselves and their fans. their good deeds, especially this one in particular, really emphasize that their actions come from their hearts to the hearts of the wounded, and their words reach out across the world to unify all who might hear them in love and solidarity. thank you for your strength, dan and phil.

I’ll handle it.

Wolfgang ‘Fucking’ Bogdanow after silently walking around the planet, collecting his cluster, and I’m like ‘Boy, don’t play, we all know that you need your fam’. (He got all of the women before he got any of the other men, and got the one fellow white man last, when he was looking for unspoken solidarity-specific strength! That’s just too perfect in any way that you look at it.)

I. Fucking. Love. My. Eight. Children!!!

Now, let’s fuck some shit up, and let Kala be a sexy bad-ass like her man!

Them: what’s up

Me: in Kesha’s new video for her already iconic “praying” she references numerous outsider artists (especially Leonard Knight’s Salvation Mountain )which I think is such a rad statement to make about how survivors of abuse are accused of being crazy, delusional, etc., how many folks who are abused often suffered from psych issues that abusers took advantage of, and often deal with further psych issues post abuse which ends up with institutionalization and I think the inclusion of artists considered “crazy” but celebrated for their work in the video is such a brilliant empowering nod to that. Not only that but outsider artists also symbolize the opposite of her entrapment by Sony and her abuser as a product in an industry rather than a human and respecting the human need to create and share. The art and artists are shown reverence and she demonstrates solidarity with their strength and I am so happy for her. Ugh I’m crying again.

Me: so what’s up with you?

Cartouches of Amonkhet in D&D

It’s International Tabletop Day and Amonkhet release weekend, so before I spend my evening playing board games, here’s some more Amonkhet homebrew, this time being the Cartouches. Naturally, they’re posted in the order of the Trials, instead of WUBRG.

Cartouche of Solidarity
Wondrous Item - Uncommon
You gain a +1 bonus to your Charisma.
Once per short rest, as a bonus action you may touch this cartouche, then touch another character to give them advantage on their next attack roll, ability check, or saving throw.

Summoning a warrior doesn’t make so much sense for an item like this in D&D, so I opted to keep the rules for this item in-flavour, and presented it as an item that can buff the wearer’s allies, focusing on “solidarity.”

Cartouche of Knowledge
Wondrous Item - Uncommon
You gain a +1 bonus to your Intelligence.
Once per short rest, as a bonus action you may touch the cartouche, to grant yourself flying speed equal to your walking speed for one minute.

While I’m still working out an appropriate mechanical translation for “Draw a card” in D&D, I thought that the flying aspect of this cartouche would be more interesting, given the cartouche design “formula,” if you will, that I put together. 

Cartouche of Strength
Wondrous Item - Uncommon
You gain a +1 bonus to your Strength.
Once per short rest, as a bonus action you may
touch this cartouche and focus on an enemy currently engaged in combat with you. You and that creature each make a simultaneous attack action against each other (if a creature’s attack action allows multiple attacks, such as with multiattack, the creature makes all the attacks it is normally able to).

The Fight mechanic was somewhat tricky to translate to D&D, but I settled on simultaneous attacks as that way it works in the same manner as the MTG mechanic, and doesn’t allow one character to kill another before they get to hit back. In addition, the bonus this item provides to Strength works very similarly to how it does on the card, in that it enhances the wearer’s ability for the fight with another creature, but remains as a lingering combat boon.

Cartouche of Ambition
Wondrous Item - Uncommon
You gain a +1 bonus to your Wisdom.
Once per short rest, as a bonus action you may touch this cartouche and focus on an enemy you can see within 30 feet. That creature must succeed on a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or have disadvantage on their attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws for one round.

Applying the disadvantage both to combat output and survivability works nicely to represent the same effect as the -1/-1 counter. I chose Wisdom as the ability score enhanced by this item because to me wisdom includes cunning, and at times, knowing when ruthlessness is appropriate.

Cartouche of Zeal
Wondrous Item - Uncommon
You gain a +1 bonus to your attack rolls.
Once per short rest, as a bonus action you may
touch this cartouche and focus on an enemy you can see within 30 feet. That creature must succeed on a DC 15 Wisdom saving throw or be frightened of you for one round.

Unlike the other cartouches, this does not provide an ability score bonus, but rather a direct bonus to attacks, which seemed more appropriate as the item is, above all else, something worn only by a highly accomplished warrior, thus providing a combat boon regardless of whether they use Strength or Dexterity weapons, or spell attacks, made the most sense to me.

That’s the last Amonkhet homebrew I’ll be doing for a little while, as I’ve got some other stuff in the pipeline ready to post that I’ve been really looking forward to sharing. Have a good release weekend and International Tabletop Day folks!

Dear Butch womyn, GNC womyn, detransitioned womyn, and any female struggling to accept herself and thrive in this hostile world:

You are beautiful. You are loved. You are perfect. You are feminine by nature of your female reality, and need not embellish nor shrink in order to be so. I see you. I feel you in my heart. I hope some day to meet your gaze and in that instant we will both know that there is strength and solidarity in the way we exist and take up space. I want us to hold each other sacred and dear, because there is nothing more powerful than the sisterhood we all share.

My sisters, I love you.

I support equal pay for equal work, I believe in welcoming in those seeking refuge, I believe in exercising love and kindness toward every human regardless of race, sexuality, position or religion and I believe that WOMEN ARE NOT OBJECTS. Sorry-not-sorry, Mr. Trump- you can’t grab this pussy. #endsexualassault #endrapeculture #womensmarch #equalitynow #notthispussy 😽@EqualityNowOrg @womensmarchla #whyimarch PS this protest is not an attempt to make him leave office, nor do I expect him to even care that we have unified and march together. What this does is ENCOURAGE every woman and girl that they are not alone! This March builds us up in the solidarity of hope, strength, and unity that we are brilliant, beautiful and EQUAL. We need it. Even if he doesn’t listen now. Eventually, he must. (x)



Good news! It is an enjoyable movie. The dialogue’s good and genuinely funny. Diana is super awesome and charming as she should be, full of love and kindness while still being a badass. She’s not portrayed as hyperviolent or super angry or any of the pitfalls I’ve seen writers fall into with her. Steve was way more tolerable than the trailers made him look, Etta was great for the 5 seconds she was in it (WE’LL GET BACK TO THAT). The fight scenes really over relied on slow mo (we are talking 300 levels here) but eh, I at least prefer that to not being able to tell what the hell is going on and they were pretty awesome.

The movie had an overall optimistic tone which I think is really important for a Wonder Woman movie. You never felt depressed or monotonous watching it. They also actually gave a good explanation for the “I gave up on humanity” bullshit we saw in BVS. Turns out she didn’t and has been working to help us behind the scenes, but also decided to step back and let people decide for themselves about stuff cuz she can’t choose for them or whatever. IT DOESN’T REALLY MAKE SENSE BUT I’LL ROLL WITH IT. 

The movie also did not, thank god, pull any of the “Diana is SEXIST TOWARDS MEN omg and needs to learn they’re not ALL BAD after those nasty Amazons corrupted her” like in the animated movie or JLU or various bad comics. The focus was instead on Diana dealing with the atrocities humanity committed in general rather than doing some hackneyed battle of the sexes shit, so that was a good move. It also wasn’t quite as white as the trailers made it look and even discussed racism a little.

Honestly if it weren’t for the ending and one other BIG issue, I’d give it an A-. 

The main issue, without going into spoilers is how dude-heavy it is. The first bit is all about the Amazons, yeah, but then we get to the main plot and Diana will barely interacts with other women after that. The most she does is her little shopping trip with Etta. Etta, as I mentioned earlier, is barely in it. She’s completely removed from the action. Considering she’s Diana’s best friend and constant sidekick in the original comics, and as such should be as much an inspiration to Diana as Steve and the other pals. I really see no reason she couldn’t have come along with Steve’s gang.

In any other movie, sidelining female characters is expected, but for a Wonder Woman movie, it’s a kind of a huge thing to get wrong and pretty glaring. Diana doesn’t even really interact with Doctor Poison at all, which could have been really interesting, nor is Doctor Poison much of a character at all period, and is basically the lackey for dudes.

Then we have the ending and the general mythology they built, which is pretty different from the comics and there’s the way certain characters are treated that bothers me. BIG SPOILERS HERE.

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anonymous asked:

Queer art and poetry to me just feel so different? Idk when i read something by sappho or shakespeare or siken or you it just has a warm tone to it that seems so inhently queer? Like sometimes when i read something i don't even need to know that author was queer I just know from the way it echoes in my heart

god bless you. ‘warm and inherently queer’ is the vibe i’m always striving for. there’s such a joy in being able to find solidarity and strength in your identity with the voices of both the living and the long dead


Imagine if Claire had been able to convince Jamie to stay, after he returned from the commando raid in 02x09…

It had been quick – frenzied – strong. As it had been so many times before, when one of them had come to the other, full almost to bursting with so much want.

He lay still atop her, panting into the side of her neck, her hands tracing the rising welts on his back. He hadn’t said a word as Murtagh had strapped him – as she knew he wouldn’t, not in front of his men, and especially not in front of Dougal. But now he gasped a bit as her thumb traced a particularly wide welt – it must have been where two consecutive lashes had landed, side by side.

Only with her was he ever so raw – so vulnerable. Only with her did he share absolutely everything.

She slid one hand out from underneath his shirt and tangled her fingers in his damp curls, cradling him, nestling him close.

He inhaled sharply – and shifted his hips, so that he eased even deeper inside her.

Quick – frenzied – strong. And now, she realized, desperate.

“It’s finally happening.” His voice, so low, rumbled against her skin.

“I know.” It was all that she could say.

“Everything in my life has prepared me for this moment. So why do I feel so terrified?”

She hooked her heel against the back of his knee, right above the top of his boot.

“In my war, in France – I remember a sergeant I served with. He was brusque – strong. Never let any emotion show on his face. And he was respected by all of his men.”

She paused, inhaling the acrid smoke in Jamie’s hair. Remembering the future.

“One night before he led the battalion on a very dangerous mission to the German lines, I left the medical tent to get something to eat. And saw him crouching beside a tree, white as a sheet, puking his guts out.”

“Nerves?” Jamie raised his head – blue eyes even more striking amid the dark smudges on his brow and cheekbones.

“Yes. I let him be – and then saw it happen again, before his next mission.”

He raised a thumb to trace the side of her jaw, lips lifted in a half-smile.

“My brave warrior lass. Ye show me a new part of yerself every day – and I fall in love wi’ ye all over again.”

She drew him close, butting her nose against his.

“You are a true gift from God,” he rasped.

“I am you – and you are me,” she whispered against his lips. “God has joined us – nothing can tear us apart, now.”

He delicately kissed the side of her mouth – then her chin – and hovered his lips over hers.

“I’m so scared, Claire.”

“I’m here, Jamie. I’m here.”

Their kiss was fire – promise – love – reassurance. Strength. Solidarity. Shelter from the storm within and without.

They loved again – heedless of the men waiting to march. Fortifying themselves from their fears. Seeking – and finding – the world in each other.


Women protesting forced hijab days after the Iranian Revolution, 1979.

The spontaneous uprising of both women and men on March 8, 1979, was an effort “to protect the achievements of women’s right in the [preceding] 70 years of Iranian history”.

“I wanted to join in all the protests during the revolution, but I knew I had to go as a photographer. My first thought was: “It’s my responsibility to document this.” I’m rather small, so I was ducking in and out of the crowd, constantly taking photos. I took about 20 rolls of film. When the day was over, I ran home to develop them in my dark room. I knew I had witnessed something historic. I was so proud of all the women. I wanted to show the best of us.
This turned out to be the last day women walked the streets of Tehran uncovered. It was our first disappointment with the new post-revolution rulers of Iran. We didn’t get the effect we had wanted. But when I look at this photo, I don’t just see the hijab looming over it. I see the women, the solidarity, the joy – and the strength we felt.”
-  Hengameh Golestan

Puerto Rico esta de luto. Cobra vida la protesta ante el lente fotográfico. Part.2 

This picture symbolizes Puerto Rico in mourning with the current economic crisis, the implementation of a Fiscal Board, the fumigation of our island with  Insecticide Naled, the murders that occur daily, racism that still exists, the lack of jobs, just to mention some …and we are also mourning for all of our Black brothers & sisters in the USA that have been unjustly killed by the police. #BlackLivesMatter

anonymous asked:

Are you going to update your immortality au? It was sooooooo damn good

ONE WHOLE YEAR WHAT THE HECK MAN anyways here we go fam

  • Olympus was as hauntingly beautiful as Percy remembered it
  • He walked towards the throne room flanked by his father, who seemed to glow with a dark green aura that Percy knew was nothing good
  • all the other Olympians sat in their thrones, many of them shifting uncomfortably and avoiding eye contact with the lords of the sea
  • Hermes took his throne but Poseidon remained at this son’s side, a show of solidarity that gave Percy the strength to stand tall under the hateful gaze of Zeus
  • “I do not appreciate being summoned to Olympus like a child, Zeus.” 
  • “Brother, you would do well to remember that you are speaking to your King. And I summoned you as a courtesy. I thought you would want to know your place in the fate of your insolent child.” 
  • Poseidon’s dark green aura flared as he clenched his fists while the temperature in the room dropped as Zeus’s aura lit up bright blue 
  • all the gods seemed to shift towards their weapons, like no one was sure if this moment would expand into an all out war 
  • Percy looked around the room at all these ancient beings, and all he could think was how little he wanted to be like any of them, his father included 
  • he had a child in the world and maybe, if he was lucky, a woman to love too but he couldn’t be with them because of the petty games of immortal beings 
  • all of it made Percy sick to his stomach, made him hate himself for what he was and what he might become 
  • he became overcome with the idea that any punishment Zeus could come up with could never be worse than saying goodbye to the version of himself that was capable of real love and connection
  • No punishment could ever make him regret those wonderful nine months with Annabeth, or the beautiful little girl who had come from them 
  • it was the thought of her, of his Eleanor, that was in Percy’s mind when he placed a calming hand on Poseidon’s shoulder
  • the sea god turned to his son who gave him a reassuring nod and even a glimpse at the smirk that had always gotten both of them into so much trouble 
  • Poseidon looked into his son’s eyes and somehow understood, relaxing his hands and looking back at Zeus  
  • “My Lord,” he said sarcastically with a theatrical bow before moving to sit on his throne 
  • Percy stood even taller as all the gods focused on him 
  • if he was going to go down, he was going to go down as Percy Jackson, son of Sally and Po, not Percy Jackson, the immortal Hero of Olympus 
  • “Perseus Jackson, you stand before the Olympians charged with insolence against your king.” 
  • “Damn. And here I thought I was doing so well at blindly worshipping you.” 
  • Apollo chuckled at that but quickly shut up after a cutting glare from his father 
  • “As the enforcer of Divine Justice, I have found your previous punishment to be insufficient. I must set an example for the entirety of the Pantheon.” 
  • “You’re doing great so far. Don’t you guys agree?” 
  • Thunder boomed. 
  • “Percy Jackson, you are hereby sentenced to spend the next hundred years in the cyclops forges in your father’s realm. While there, you will have no contact with the outside world. No contact with your father or his insipid lieutenant Triton unless they are giving you orders for weapons that are to be made. No breaks to go swimming with a herd of whales. No visits from Hermes for any reason. And most importantly, no relics from a life you will never again get to partake in.” 
  • Percy felt the picture of Eleanor that had been in his pocket fly out, and he watched as it landed in Zeus’s hand 
  • the god inspected the picture with look that could only be described as disgust
  • he snapped and the only photo Percy had left of his daughter was engulfed in flames
  • “It is time to accept that you are an immortal. This is the life you were given. It is a divine gift to be appreciated, not spat on at every turn. I speak for all the Olympians when I say that we hope one hundred years of service to your realm, and the removal from your mortal bonds, will render you more thankful for what you have been given.” 
  • Percy didn’t even try to stop the tears that sprung in his eyes as he felt his hands begin to shake 
  • Zeus stood, taking two steps towards Percy
  • “Your father may escort you to the forges where he will introduce you to your new life. And in one hundred years, you will reappear here for further evaluation of your case.” 
  • He turned his back on Percy and the throne room began to shake 
  • the gods all looked at Poseidon who was also confused as to what was happening, and suddenly they all realized what the actual cause was 
  • Zeus turned back to Percy who was now glowing with dark green aura that had surrounded his father not too long ago 
  • “Boy-”
  • “I never asked for this. For this precious, immortal life that you insist was a gift. I just wanted to finish high school,” Percy’s eyes turned to Athena. “I wanted to kiss your daughter and fall more in love with her than I already was. I wanted to spend time with my mom and watch her be happy. I wanted to grow up. But you robbed me of that. All of you.” 
  • he pointedly shifted his gaze to his father, because as close as they had grown, Percy would never forget Poseidon’s deafening silence when Zeus had forced him to become immortal. 
  • “I will never be grateful for this… curse. It’s turned you all in to monsters and I refuse to let it do the same to me. So punish me however you want. Keep me from my family. Lock me away until every mortal I’ve ever cared about has long since been killed by all of your fleeting desires and petty grudges. But know that some day, Olympus will need saving again, and it will be my child who does the saving just like I did. And all this will have been nothing more than an impotent old god’s attempt to make himself feel as powerful as the demigods he begs to save the world.” 
  • the room went still and Percy’s aura went back to normal. His arms relaxed and he deflated, the anger dissolving into grief 
  • Zeus looked at Percy with murderous eyes, the air crackling with electricity 
  • “One thousand years,” Zeus spat. He turned to look at Poseidon, “Now get him out of my sight.” 

I can’t explain it but Brooklyn Nine Nine genuinely sometimes makes me feel so safe???


I’ve been searching for the word all day and I figured it out

Specifically: as a young woman, watching Brooklyn Nine Nine makes me feel safe. The conscious, obviously deliberate effort put into painting every single woman on screen as strong, unique, diverse, accomplished and emotional and intelligent and powerful and capable and young and old and beautiful - beautiful being an adjective that describes both a variety of personalities and a variety of skin tones, hair colours, and to a certain degree body types

Both in the female characters themselves and the male characters’ interactions with and comments about them, this is pushed. The number of times women are called “accomplished” or “strong” or “amazing” or “intelligent” or “smart” “powerful” “wonderful”

The obvious framing of sexist and mysoginistic attitudes as disgusting and awful and shameful

There’s something about seeing that every week, sometimes so very blatantly written, that doesn’t quite make me feel /empowered/, but it gives me a feeling of solidarity? Of … strength in that someone out there has my back. More than someone; a group of people. A group of witty, caring, talented adults who could be doing any manner of other things with their time have my back, on a weekly basis, and put effort and thought into making me, a young woman in an unfortunately patriarchally dominated society, feel safe and supported and believed in

I can be important and intelligent and beautiful and accomplished no matter what type of woman I am

I can be loved and be full of strength, brimming with confidence or faltering in my steps and still be a valid, respected human being

I’m genuinely going to cry right now I put my finger on the feeling and there are a number of things that I am genuinely to the core of my being thankful for right now (the type of thankful where it resonates to the bottom of her heart), but this is one of them and the next time someone tells me that equality and representation in media is not important I will physically fight them with my fists