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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.

36. “Wow she’s way better than you, does that make you feel bad?” Shisui to Sasuke, discussing Sakura in a non-mass AU.  Requested by @rhosinthorn.

Sasuke was no stranger to hatred.  

It had been coursing through his veins for so long that there was not an inch of his body that had not been touched by its flames.  He welcomed the sensation of lead settling itself in his stomach and relished in the hollowness of his chest - it always preceded the powerful roar of the Uchiha Clan’s signature move, an expulsion of the fire in his blood that would demolish everything in its path.  Soon, then.  Soon, the object of his hatred would be destroyed.

“I swear vengeance,” Sasuke hissed.  Shisui and Itachi exchanged A Look over the top of his head.  They had just hit a new record, too.  Three whole hours had gone by without Sasuke swearing vengeance upon something, and Itachi, ever the optimist when it came to his brother, was hoping to hit four.  

“Now, now, Sasuke-chan, we’ve talked about swearing vengeance upon people,” Shisui paused and immediately tacked on, “And objects.  And animals.  And food.  And-”

“What Shisui is attempting to say is that this is not a healthy medium for your anger.  Please consider the breathing exercises we learned from the DVD we purchased last week.” Oh, the breathing exercises.  Itachi loved his brother dearly, he really did.  It was why he was willing to brave the masses of weaker men and women who threw themselves at him in an attempt to slow him down.  It was why he stood the test of time and walked through the most deadly of arenas, dodging close encounters with bacteria and other subtle poisons.  It was why he resisted the most potent of decadent temptations.  All for his sweet little brother.

Konoha’s weekend bazaar was honestly more dangerous than anything the Forest of Death could hope to come up with, but it was the only place to get discounted items and Itachi was a stickler for a good sale.

“Can you believe this!” Sasuke ranted, pointing up at the bulletin board outside the Academy doors.  “Look at these class rankings!”

Itachi and Shisui both leaned in (Itachi because he had forgotten his contacts again and refused to be seen outside with glasses on; the Laundry Incident was still a fresh wound in his mind) to read the paper pinned to it.  “Congratulations, Sasuke,” Itachi praised him.  “Second place is nothing to scoff at.  You beat Hyuuga Neji by a whole point.”

“Better watch out, I hear that kid is a fucking destiny nut.” Shisui snickered.  “Apparently he swears ven-fuck, we cannot let them meet.”

“Don’t you see anything wrong with this!” Sasuke exploded.  “Look at who got first!”

“Haruno Sakura,” Itachi read off.  “I do not know her or her kin.”

The eight year old made a gargling noise in the back of his throat that sounded a lot like the same sound the toilet made after Shisui flooded it and gestured towards the park.  “Her!”

Pink hair, green eyes, and a smile too gentle to belong to anyone considering their line of work.  Itachi was half ready to barge into the Academy himself and ask just who the fuck was running admissions and how they allowed a literal cinnamon roll, too small and pure for this world into the bloody shitfest that was the first step into the shinobi world.

Then, Itachi caught sight of the way she was using her chakra to manipulate a small doll to destroy small pebbles and realized she was probably very fit for duty.

“Wow, she’s way better than you, does that make you feel bad?” Shisui asked his youngest cousin.  “I mean seriously, Sasuke-chan, you can’t even levitate a leaf and Sakura-chan is already out here mastering the art of puppeteering.  We should invite her training sometime, ‘tachi-chan!”

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched.

“I will have vengeance! Vengeance on her! Vengeance on you! Vengeance on your cow!”

Being Driven

‘We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing - our moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can’t hold on to anything - a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self - because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise and mediation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.’

- Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha.

Mythical beasts who need love and support today:

• those who can’t go to the tour because it’s too far away

• those who can’t afford to go

• those who can’t go on that exact date

• those whose parents won’t let them

• those who just can’t justify the expense

• those who won’t go because of anxiety and/or fear

• those who wanted to go but the tickets are sold out

• those who can’t go because of health reasons

•those who got a ticket but they aren’t sure they’ll be able to go

• those who can’t go for whatever other reason

• those who are going but feel guilty because of those who aren’t and/or worthless of the privilege to meet them

• those who can’t afford a VIP ticket or couldn’t justify getting one

• those who wanted a VIP ticket but they were all sold out

• those who are going but are nervous about it, self-conscious about their appearance etc.

We all need love and support today.

So here’s a KBE (kommunuty building exercise) for ya. Find a beast (or two, or five) who need comfort or encouragement, and be there for them! ❤

Originally posted by mythical-shippings

Notes on: radical aloneness

Last fall, I presented a paper on relationship anarchy. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term (or concept), it can loosely be understood as a style of interpersonal relationships that doesn’t prioritize or hierarchialize relationships with others based on what takes place within them, at least a priori. In short, there’s a uniqueness to each relationship which makes their translation between relationships difficult to gather––a kind of ineffability that gets lost or violated in the transition. So, for example, you may relate with someone in a way that tends to be more like friendship: perhaps you sometimes get together for coffee, talk about things that are going on with your life, go for walks, make dinner together sometimes, etc––but, sometimes you mess around, not too often, but sometimes. Then, you may have another relationship that is a bit more weighty––for one reason or another it’s got a trajectory that shoots out into the future, a place where you may see yourself growing vegetables and living together, sharing projects, intertwining intricately. And then, just to have more than two examples, you may have a friend that is more traditionally just a friend: you watch hockey together, talk about books you’ve been reading, get a drink, whatever. There’s a complex calculus taking place in all of these relationships, a shifting definition, murky waters, not only interrelationship but intrarelationship, as well––just because you fucked around last time doesn’t mean it’ll definitely happen this time, just because you didn’t hold one another last time doesn’t mean you won’t this time, etc. 

The point being is that, out of the gate, you can’t prioritize based on the activities that go on within the relationship––the only thing that can be said is that the relationships differ. Now, in lived experience, you may want to spend more time with the person who you see yourself growing vegetables with (this is one of the miserable aporias of existence: love seems infinite, but time isn’t…) but this isn’t because you have sex or because you don’t have sex, it isn’t because they’re “more than a friend” or whatever coarse terminology is hoisted upon it––it’s because that’s the way that relationship goes, its particular mode––you require more time with them for one reason or another: they ignite you, they unravel you beautifully, they support you unflinchingly, they catalyze splendid complexity and nuance.

After I presented this paper, I spent some time with one of my former professors, a vibrant and shimmering man with a long philosophical history, but more importantly an insatiable thirst for life, gaiety, and joy––his continuing project being resolutely existential and affirmative. As we rode the bus late at night, he said to me something to the effect of: I absolutely loved your paper, why would we ever want people to be with us who don’t want to be with us? Why would we ever want to exercise power and control over loved ones, for that negates or corrodes love, rots it constitutionally. And then, in passing, right before I got on the bus I was transferring to without him, he said something to the effect of: what you need to be able to do relationship anarchy well is an incredible amount of radical aloneness. At the time, this comment slid right off me, it didn’t stick for an instant longer than hearing it and offering a surface response without thinking, “Yeah, you’re right, I think.”

What does radical aloneness mean, anyway. To me, it’s some sort of commitment to your shit, what you’ve got going on, a wellness and health that supports engagements with others, comes to the rescue when you want to lash out and heave at others, take people down because of your own insecurities. One who has cultivated an abundant radical aloneness can let the other be because they’ve got their own projects and projections, their own vital flow. If the one they love wants to be with others for whatever reason, they can be upset and bothered, even jealous of course, but on the whole everything is okay, for they are fecundity. You only know you haven’t cultivated radical aloneness when it’s too late, when you need it, unfortunately. Radical aloneness shouldn’t be equated with the singular or the individual either––sometimes radical aloneness means that you have fostered relationships with others that support you and supplement you. Other times radical aloneness means being actually alone, but alone is of course always populated by others as well, even if you’re alone in space at a given time.

Events of late have lead to reflect upon the ways that I create, sustain, and tend to my sense of radical aloneness. I think that, in other circles, this would be taken up as self-care, but this is unfortunate, I think. Radical aloneness can encompass what is broadly construed as self-care, sure, but sometimes radical aloneness means fleeing the self, evacuating the self’s rigid postures and habits, and setting out on unforeseen trails––instead of watching over the self, dismantling the self, letting the light shine in, opening up a window, cracking things up a bit. Maybe I’m being too fine with distinctions, but I think there’s a difference. Beyond that, I think that radical aloneness is the wellspring of being with others confidently and creatively: it is from this shimmering becoming that we can glow with others, connect with others in productive and dazzling ways. Radical aloneness as generative and combinatorial, experimental and stochastic, seeking to build and proliferate. Sometimes self-care is necessary to do this: sometimes you just need someone to make you an avocado sandwich, but an avocado sandwich isn’t going to propel you into radiance, just get you into the position where you can once again have the opportunity to luxuriate.

Maybe in subsequent posts I can explore the ways in which I cultivate this radical aloneness, or perhaps the times when it would have been immensely useful to have access to. 


… guys… I just found the first photos my mom ever sent me of Navarre…
Back when I was like “FUCK NO MOM DONT GET A MALINOIS.”

But honestly… that FACE. His face has not changed. He was a small pigbear cub.

You can understand someone’s point of view and not agree with it.

Brought to you by the two hour long “conversation” I just had with my mother. 

I said this to her at least three times.

She still doesn’t buy it. 

anonymous asked:

gurl, when has jimin ever had a soft tummy? he keeps lyin about having no abs, until there will be a picture of him jumping around and exposing his stomach which is hiding a sixpack then all the hyenas will pop out and scream that he is torturing himself again bcuz fans only luv him for the abs

i guess not long ago he said he felt more comfortable with his tummy and that he was eating more, but we all know that he loves exercising so im happy if he’s happy and comfortable in his own body as well u know? i’m not gonna say i never saw fans saying they like him only bc of his abs, but again, he’s more than that, and nowadays ive seen way more ppl supporting him with or without abs, i guess mostly bc they know more about him, and he has a wonderful personality and he’s the sweetest person in the world, so yeah lol

More ear delight!


I can never get enough of choir chord tuning. :D The purposes of this exercise is getting the choir used to the sound of certain chords so we know if we’re in tune or not. I just love this tuning exercise because it makes me feel the vastness of the universe through sound. Like there are lines expanding out of me into the stars.

Love and Life

Late in the 19th century when Darwinism was coming to full vogue it left many philosophers in a quandary. Where did love fit into this new way of thinking? The great German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche famously wrote “what does not destroy me makes me stronger”. Life was, in nature, incredibly cruel and indifferent to suffering. This very cruelty, this harsh unrelenting competition, was the machinery of evolution. Life is, and always has been, one organism taking the energy of another. 

Energy is a cycle.

If a gazelle eats the grass of the African plain then she is taking the energy that plant absorbed from the sun. If the lioness eats the gazelle then she is taking the energy that the gazelle took from the grass and that the grass took from the sun. When the lioness dies the vulture takes the energy from the sun that the lioness took from the gazelle and that the gazelle took from the grass who took from the sun. It is thus on land and in the sea.

Life is taking. 

The state of nature is one of constant war. In this war as in all human wars it is the small, the weak and the young which are the most vulnerable. This process of competition weeds out the weak, sick and ill adapted creatures leaving only the strong. Then late in the evolutionary game a creature arose who can rise above this state of perpetual war. That creature is us. Human beings. Homo sapiens sapiens. We can love not just our own children or our own species but all things. 

Love allows us to rise above.

Just as the lotus flower rises from the mud of the pool into the air, clean, pure and beautiful so have human beings risen from the primeval state of brutish raw nature. Thus, we love all, when we are compassionate we exercise the highest form of consciousness. We and we alone have the ability to become sublime and exalted above all other living things. 

This is the power of love.

We receive salvation by grace and as a divine gift of the Spirit. But to attain the full measure of virtue we need also to possess faith and love, and to struggle to exercise our free will with integrity.
—  St. Makarios of Egypt

eene-fangirl  asked:

What is Nazz’s favorite activity to do in her passed time?

Sports. I think she loves watching sports and exercising like we saw in the show. Maybe she even goes over to Kevin’s to watch football, his TV is huge and great for that.

MOFFAT: This is going to sound like something from a greetings card, but something Mark and I were talking about – this sounds awful and sentimental, but it’s *love*.    
We [Mark and I] love Sherlock Holmes *so* much; we’re *so* obsessed with this.  
SUE VERTUE: It’s made by fans.  
MOFFAT: –Yeah; this is *fan fiction*. This is – it is an exercise in – yeah, we *love* it.  
  We wouldn’t have minded if *nobody* had watched it.  
  If we’d been allowed to, we’d carry on making [episodes] for each other.  
That’s really – it *is* about love.

Steven Moffat, when asked ‘Why has Sherlock hit home in such a powerful way?’

(MGEITF appearance: Sherlock Masterclass, August 2012 [x])

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We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing – our inner moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can’t hold on to anything – a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self – because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise, and meditation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.
—  Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha

So @ruledbyproblematique tagged me in a ‘five things you like about yourself’ meme thing, which seems like a really great exercise to do so here we go my lovelies:

1. I like how passionate i am about the things and people I like

2. I like my hair and running my hands through it when I’m thinking

3. I like how, when I’m stressed, I blow my fringe out of my eyes, even though most of the time, it’s not long enough to long out of my eyes

4. I like how long I take in creating the world of my fictional stories so I can understand where my characters live and how their environments shape their personalities.

5. Finally, I like how different I am from the person I was last year and how I recognised my faults and promptly changed them. If I can take anything from 2016, it’s that and I’m proud.

I tag @misspepita, @nearsightedgirl, @headful-of-feathers, @pottyprismpower @autobot003 and @saveshootingstar if they’re interested in doing it. Spread the self love people.