without conviction

Remember this...

Words without conviction mean nothing.

Words without action accomplish nothing.

Words without belief inspire nothing.

Words without echoes will be remembered with and as nothing.

Words without wisdom in an attempt for good will rise and strengthen nothing.

Words are powerful, but they must be paired with things alongside more powerful still. Speak, but let your voice have meaning. This is why Martin Luther King Jr grew such a following. This is why he was strong. This is why he made and is still making a difference.

This is why he died. Because he would not be silent. He would not stand passive. He would not speak empty words. This is why he has a movement. A legacy.

For my black friends, this is why you’re where you are, and why you must keep going. Especially in places where racism still runs rampant. If you’ve ever been to small out of the way towns in places like Mississippi, you’ll see that this is true. Like King said, injustice anywhere is a danger to justice everywhere. Be strong, but do not fall to your oppressor’s levels. Be wise and kind and also fierce. I will stand by you.

For my fellow LGBT+. For my women. My fellow people that are disabled. We have our movements as well, and King did not only hold up an example to fight for his own people, but for equality everywhere. Remember this man, and keep fighting for our voices to be heard. Stand. For each other and yourself. For the future and past as well as the present. For the day everyone will have opportunity regardless, and will be judged solely by actions, not skin color, orientation, gender, sex, or disabilities/abilities. This day is for all of us to remember, and for all of us to dream, and to believe.

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Kalief Browder was arrested at the age of 16, on charges of robbery (for allegedly stealing a backpack) and imprisoned without conviction for three years.

Unable to post $3,000 bail, Kalief was sent to Rikers Island to await his trial.

After more than 1,000 days at Rikers awainting trial, over 800 of them in solitary confinement, Kalief was released and his case was later dismissed.

In June 2015, Kalief Browder committed suicide by hanging himself. The conditions of his detention were widely seen as having caused his mental condition and five or six prior attempts at suicide while incarcerated.

Kalief was 22 years old when he died.

Venida Browder, 63, the mother of Kalief Browder, died Friday at St. Barnabas Hospital in the Bronx. 

She died of a broken heart.

RIP to you both…

Title: Warm Mornings  || Mod Kamala

Characters: Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Ellie Phimister) x Reader, Colossus and Jean Grey are mentioned

Word Count: 703

Rating/Warnings: T (light cursing, fluff, Ellie mentions her period)

Summary:  You and your slightly-less-edgy girlfriend take the day off from class. She likes being Ellie around you- not Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

Request/Notes: @koriand (sorry for the delay!)

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Alternate opinion on Joy

Reading @crinklybrownleaves discussions of Joy on 2.1 brought back some forgotten memories about how much I actually enjoyed watching Blake and Joy the first time around. I was originally watching the show for Blake, I did not get into Jean or their relationship until later. Without the religious conviction that Blake and Jean were meant to be, I was watching the romantic awakening of a troubled (and beautiful) man. With Joy it starts to dawn on Blake that love is possible. It may be that if that hadn’t happened in the low-risk flirtation with Joy, he never would have been emotionally able to consider the possibilities with Jean.

Now that being said, I don’t like that they had to kill Joy to get him there. He should have had to figure that out himself, it would have made his and Jean’s relationship feel more organic and not like Jean might have been the consolation prize.

ENTJ to NTs

ENTJ: Mind your Fe. A smart ENTJ can make Te pose as Fe without being insincere to win people over and get shit done. A smart ENTJ knows that steamrolling and crushing everyone in your way to get to the finish line might get the job done once, twice, and even three times but that method isn’t sustainable in the long run and permanently wrecks relationships. Recognize you can be sensitive without being a pushover, and firm in your convictions without being close-minded. A smart ENTJ would know this. Be a smart ENTJ.

For my younger ENTJs, go here.

INTJ: Don’t dismiss people simply because they fall short of your imposed standards. Even if you think someone is completely stupid and inept, there are lessons to be learned from observing mistakes. People have strengths that are different than yours and society values them just as much if not more. Give those people you’ve dismissed a chance and they just might surprise you. 

ENTP: There’s value in the little things. Don’t overlook the “grunt work”, the practice, the repetition, the preparation, and the details. You may be smarter than everyone you work with and everyone you work for but you can’t jump to the front of the line or seize the lead without putting in the work. No one is going to give your words and ideas respect and consideration without first earning it. A little discipline, a little elbow grease, a few scars here and there, and you can have it all.

INTP: Don’t surrender to apathy. INTPs are defined and crippled by one nagging question that shadows everything they do in life: “What is the point?” That question leads INTPs to go down this rabbit hole:

College to get a degree– what’s the point?
Love and marriage– what’s the point?
Exercise and diet– what’s the point?
Work for money– what’s the point?
Owning things– what’s the point?

If we’re all going to get old, fat and ugly, what’s the point of exercising?
If we’re all going to die, what’s the point of working for money?
What’s the point of improving civilization if the sun’s going to explode in 10 billion years and wipe us out anyway?
What’s the point of trying?
What’s the point of living?

The point is whatever you make it. What’s the point of reading an awesome book if you know it’s going to end? What’s the point of playing an MMO and investing hours into a video game if you know the servers will eventually be shut down? What’s the point of caring for your pets if they’re just going to die before you? Because these things make you happy, they have a purpose in your life, they have value that you define – that’s the point. There is a point.

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Looking at image after image raises this question: is it possible to take a bad picture of Debbie Harry? “Yeah…” shrugs Stein, without conviction. “I mean stuff where the flash would be out of sync or something. But if I was taking photos of her… she always comes off pretty well.” That includes one shot of her bungee jumping topless, aged 45.
“I would have gone stark raving naked,” she says, “but I was up there on the top of the thing and I had the clamps already on my ankles so I couldn’t get my shorts over them. I was so disappointed. Because I figured if I was going to die, I should go back out the way that I came – naked. It was great. It was titillating, you know? It was…” she gives a happy little shiver.
Stein has no favourite picture of Harry. As with the band’s songs, “they’re all like movements in a larger piece. That’s how I think about it”.
Harry herself sees them as distinct from anyone else’s pictures of her.
“I definitely do not have that kind of intimacy with any other photographer,” she says, “and when I look at the pictures that he shot I can see the difference in my eyes.”
And what is that difference?
“Love!” she says, and lets out a surprisingly twinkling laugh. “Pretty simple.”

Debbie Harry by Chris Stein, New Zealand 1990 [x]

come back.

it feels like a million years ago,
the day I told you I never needed you,
i never wanted you.
I screamed for you to leave,
just leave me alone.

you did.

…I take it back;
please come back.

I don’t know the person you left behind.

she is rough,
she is cold,
she feels like plastic,
she tastes bitter,
her edges are fringed and her heart is
missing.

I miss your soft, warm frame,
I miss your eyes and how they shine,
the voice that dripped with peace and love,
the heart that beat with conviction and without regret.
you tasted like strawberries and sunshine,
and you felt like home and hope.

now the mirror shows a shell of what we used to be..
dark eyes and a torn up piece of happiness.

the twist:
she is me,
and long ago,
you were me too.

…I take it back;
please come back.

On Thursday Jay Z, Marcy Media, The Weinstein Company and Spike TV held a press conference in New York officially announcing their production of a Kalief Browder series and Richard Pryor biopic. He also spoke on police brutality and the upcoming election during the press conference.

Browder was arrested at 16 years old and was imprisoned on Rikers Island for three years without conviction, spending over 1000 days in solitary confinement with no set date for a trial. He was released in 2013, and took his own life two years later.

After reading The New Yorker’s landmark profile about his life, Jay Z arranged to meet Kalief Browder in 2014, inviting him to his Roc Nation office: “We met and I wanted to give him words of encouragement, that I’m proud of him for making it through, and to keep pushing.”

One and the Same chapter 11

Chapter 1: Food Source                Chapter 6: Reckless Behavior

Chapter 2: The Rogue                   Chapter 7: The Day After

Chapter 3: Blood Troubles             Chapter 8: Sudden Suspicions

Chapter 4: The Brink                      Chapter 9: Keeping Quiet

Chapter 5: Dates & Damnation     Chapter 10: Fish Trouble

The Last Night 

Over the last two months, there had been several Ordinary deaths. Of course those were Nico’s fault. Bianca controlled herself much better, but Nico found his hunger intensifying nearly tenfold the more he was around Will. As the weeks and months went by, Will seemed to become more stressed and tired. If Nico asked, however, Will would shrug it off and smile.

Nico himself could feel panic and anxiety building up in him. His court date was soon. The Ordinary deaths weren’t going to be lost on the panel. That in addition to the several problems Nico had already caused were enough to convict him without doubt. But there was so much more that they didn’t understand.

It was the weekend before his trial, and Nico was returning from his last date with Will. “Hey,” he said before Nico could start for his own house. “So my dad has this meeting he wants to go to, and since we’re out of school, he wants me to go with him. I’ll be gone for a few days. But I’ll tell you as soon as I get back.”

“Oh,” Nico said, unsure of whether he felt hurt or relieved. “When are you leaving?”

“Tonight,” he said.

“Oh.” It would be the last time Nico ever saw him. It would be the last chance to kiss him, hug him, feel his arms around him, hear his soft husky voice. The fact made Nico feel grief like he never had before. “Okay,” he said.

“Are you okay?” Will asked worriedly. Nico looked into his crystalline blue eyes and was surprised to see the dark circles forming under his eyes. “Nico?”

“I’m fine,” he assured. “I’ll miss you.” Will smiled and pulled him close.

“I’ll miss you too,” he whispered. He pressed his lips against Nico’s, and Nico felt warmth flood through his venom-filled veins. Will began to pull away, but Nico, knowing it would be the last time they would be together, wasn’t having it. He tangled his hands into his sandy hair and pulled him in, kissing him fervidly and greedily.

As he did, he heard Will moan and felt his fingers dig into his skin and press against his hipbone. Nico pressed against him until he had Will against the brick wall of his house. Will’s hands slid around him, and Nico was overwhelmed with the affection he had for this sandy haired teenage Ordinary.

They pulled apart, desperate for air, and their breaths came fast and shaky. Nico glanced at him and his wonderful blue eyes, and his puffy parted lips. “Will,” he started. But the words died in his throat.

Then Will’s gentle hand came to rest on his face, and his thumb slid across Nico’s lower lip. “When I get back,” he said softly, “I want to talk with you. It’s not bad,” he assured when Nico furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t think.” He laughed nervously and pecked his lips.

“Okay,” Nico whispered. “You sure you… can’t tell me now?” While I’m still alive, he added in his head.

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Top 10 Least Favorite TV Characters- #9

This is a part of my ongoing list of my 10 least liked characters, split into ten parts for length and so you can hate on one character with me (if you so choose) without having to hate on all of them. All of the posts are tagged and reflect only my personal opinions.

Jay Garrick/Hunter Zolomon (The Flash)

Jay Garrick, as he’s pretending to be part of the team to win their trust, is the most boring vanilla character I can ever imagine. He has no stand out character traits, except inaction. Yet he miraculously makes Caitlin fall for him two months after her husband’s death. He’s not suspicious. He’s not interesting- we know nothing about him so how could he be? He doesn’t even seem particularly nice apart from taking the default hero stance in debates (and even then without much conviction).

 In the meantime the masked Zoom was creepy and terrifying and a good villain. Then it was revealed that Jay was actually Zoom- Hunter Zolomon. Did that help the character? Yes and no. Being a lunatic serial killer was certainly more interesting. But apart from a few stand-out scenes he’s never terribly menacing. And the performance is never really dynamic. Which is particularly a let-down after the wonderful performance of  Tom Cavanagh as the previous seasons big villain. But the very conception of Zoom was weak. Reverse Flash’s hatred of Barry may have been vague but it was personal and his plan was cunning. Zoom was a poor knock-off. They repeated the twist of a trusted team member betraying them (never repeat a twist, especially not two three seasons in a row. And Zoom just wanted to be faster than Barry? A bizarre motivation when you really think about it. And the race to decide the fate of the world was incredibly dumb. 

So ultimately Jay/Zolomon/Zoom was the driving force behind a disappointing season. He falls in the ninth slot because while he’s bland and uninteresting, it’s only his impact on the plot that’s actually hateable. 

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“False rape accusations are the real problem,” you say?

TW: Sexual assault
I am 100% sure that false rape accusations are not a real problem. How do I know this? I have been raped, and I reported it to the police. After actually experiencing the clusterfuck that is the American criminal justice system, I can tell you with certainty that no one in their right mind would put themselves through it without serious personal conviction. It was nothing short of torture, and easily the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
I was raped by someone I was dating at the time. Physical and emotional abuse were also involved. I didn’t get out of the relationship until about six months after the abuse started. I went to the police a week after that, and I officially pressed charges two months after I reported it.
My assailant actually admitted that he raped me roughly a dozen times over text, all of which I saved and took screenshots. One of the admissions was after I point-blank asked him: “Do you admit that you raped me?” to which he responded, “Yes.” He also admitted it to my therapist at the time, who had his admission in her records, and he admitted it to mutual friends, who discussed it with me through texts that I also saved.
And he was never even charged. Today, he walks free. I exposed myself and my story to dozens of people in vain hopes that I could stop this from happening to someone else, and it did not work. He hired the best attorney in the state to represent him, and he got off on the defense that he admitted to raping me “to make me feel better.” I can’t make this shit up – this actually happened, and it is considered a valid defense. My rapist’s only punishment was having to pay a few thousand dollars in legal fees, while a year later, I am still scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces of my life.
I’ve heard he has a new girlfriend now. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t wonder whether he’s doing the same things to her that he did to me. Sometimes, I consider contacting her just to warn her about the kind of man he is, but I never do. I am too afraid, both of him, and of her not listening. 
Not only did I lose the better part of a year to this man, but I also lost friends. I lost respect. People who used to like me now whisper behind my back about my “bitterness” and “attention-seeking.” Eventually, my mental health deteriorated to the point where I became unable to work, and I lost my job, too. Now, every single night before I go to sleep, I hear the neighbors’ floors creaking and my cats playing in the living room, and I am positive that the noises are him and he has broken into my apartment to hurt me again. I calm myself down almost enough to drift off to sleep, and then another sound wakes me, and the cycle repeats. When I finally do fall asleep, often after hours of failed attempts, I’m usually startled awake by horrifyingly vivid nightmares. Every time I step out of the elevator and approach my front door, I brace myself to find him waiting for me. I can’t go into a bar or a restaurant or a grocery store in the city where he lives without frantically searching for his face and trying to hide mine in case he’s there and I can’t see him. I get a maximum of six hours of sleep most nights. I am tired, but more than that, I’m terrified. I live in fear.
I was raped, and it wasn’t just once. I was raped again when I was denied justice, and I am raped every time I still fucking suffer for what he did. I did not ask for this. I did not want this. Yet, somehow, cleaning up the mess he made is 100% my responsibility, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
Do false accusations happen? Sure they do, and the falsely accused are indeed victims. But the exception doesn’t become the rule by default just because it tends to hurts men instead of women. My life and my story aren’t worth less than those of a falsely accused man. And the statistics are clear: victims like me outnumber victims of false rape accusations roughly 25 to 1, but somehow, the falsely accused are coming to the forefront and being touted as the “real” victims. But the truth is not hard to see. Our society’s problem is not crazy, vengeful women ruining the lives of innocent men for shits and giggles. Our society’s problem is rape victims taking the blame and paying the price for other people’s disgusting choices.

On Thursday Jay Z, Marcy Media, The Weinstein Company and Spike TV held a press conference in New York officially announcing their upcoming production, “Time: The Kalief Browder Story,” which will air in January 2017. Hov was also announced as the executive-producer of the forthcoming Lee Daniels’ directed Richard Pryor biopic. He also spoke on police brutality and the upcoming election during the press conference.

Browder was arrested at 16 years old and was imprisoned on Rikers Island for three years without conviction, spending over 1000 days in solitary confinement with no set date for a trial. He was released in 2013, and sadly took his own life two years later.

After reading The New Yorker’s landmark profile about his life, Jay Z arranged to meet Kalief Browder in 2014, inviting him to his Roc Nation office: “We met and I wanted to give him words of encouragement, that I’m proud of him for making it through, and to keep pushing.”

The Danger of Religious Certainty

‘Religions may begin as vehicles of longing for mysteries beyond description, but they end up claiming exclusive descriptive rights to them. They segue the ardour and uncertainty of seeking to the confidence and complacence of possession. They shift from poetry to packaging. Which is what people want. They don’t want to spend years wandering in the wilderness of doubt. They want the promised land of certainty, and religious realists are quick to provide it for them. The erection of infallible systems of belief is a well-understood device to still humanity’s fear of being lost in life’s dark wood without a compass. ‘Supreme conviction is a self-cure for the infestation of doubts.’ That is why David Hume noted that, while errors in philosophy were only ridiculous, errors in religion were dangerous. They were dangerous because when supreme conviction is threatened it turns nasty.’

- Richard Holloway, Leaving Alexandria: A Memoir of Faith and Doubt.

On Thursday Jay Z, Marcy Media, The Weinstein Company and Spike TV held a press conference in New York officially announcing their upcoming production, “Time: The Kalief Browder Story,” which will air in January 2017. Hov was also announced as the executive-producer of the forthcoming Lee Daniels’ directed Richard Pryor biopic. He also spoke on police brutality and the upcoming election during the press conference.

Browder was arrested at 16 years old and was imprisoned on Rikers Island for three years without conviction, spending over 1000 days in solitary confinement with no set date for a trial. He was released in 2013, and took his own life two years later.

After reading The New Yorker’s landmark profile about his life, Jay Z arranged to meet Kalief Browder in 2014, inviting him to his Roc Nation office: “We met and I wanted to give him words of encouragement, that I’m proud of him for making it through, and to keep pushing.”

When asked who would best continue President Obama’s criminal justice reforms Jay Z did not officially endorse a Presidential candidate, but spoke on choosing who will best move us forward. Safe to assume that will be Hillary Clinton, yes? He used a “car driving off a cliff” metaphor for our current election situation, alluding to the disaster that is Trump. Remember to register to vote fam! 

How are people stupid enough to believe that the republican party is more or less evil than the democratic party. Like. I’m failing to understand how you can be so emotional and rationally blind. 

BOTH. PARTIES. ARE. VERY. CORRUPT. 

This “vote for Bernie or Rand is a taking away a vote from the democratic/republican party” IS STUPID. Hurr durr let’s make things worse. 

LISTEN UP:

VOTE FOR WHO YOU WANT. SO WHAT IF BERNIE OR PAUL DOESN’T GET IN? Your vote is a reflection of your beliefs. Make it count. 

If everyone voted for who they *wanted* to instead of being political strategists (which there is so much in politics you cannot even begin to comprehend let alone have enough data to strategize) then we wouldn’t be in this position of choosing between the lesser of two literal evils. 

I repeat: the way our system is run will not change without strong voter conviction. 

I’m not going to say vote Bernie, Cruz, Hillary, Paul, Rubio, whatever. 

I’m telling you that it is YOUR DUTY as AMERICANS and FREE THINKERS TO USE YOUR RIGHT TO VOTE FOR THE PERSON YOU WANT TO. To hell if they win. You possess the power to reflect your true opinion on politics with a vote. If you want Bernie to win, don’t vote Hillary. This is you telling our government “I want Hillary in office.” You need to tell them you want Bernie. 

You’re not risking your life for this vote. Trust me; y’all survived Bushes. You can survive whatever else comes. 

If you’re scared Trump may win? He’ll get impeached quickly if he’s as bad as y’all think. 

No one would have thought in a million years Trump would be a front runner. Yet here we are. Why? Because enough people said “fuck it” and now look? LOOK WHERE WE ARE. 

Yes, our country may have been founded by “old dead white men” BUT THOUSANDS of people have fought and DIED for your right to vote who you want into office! We didn’t peace the fuck out of a monarchy for nothing! Yeah a lot of bad shit went with that, but the tru facts are we are The United States of America and if you want real change, your vote better show it. 

If I find out you settled on your vote I better not see one motherfucking post about our country being shit because you did not play your part. You did not say your line because you did not believe in your power. These people bitching about Obama? They voted him in - many of them. People who bitched about Bush? He still got the vote. WHY DO PEOPLE GET VOTES? THE PEOPLE VOTE. IF THE PEOPLE DON’T VOTE FOR THE PERSON THEY DON’T GET THE VOTE. 

In parting: it has been shown time and time again that corruption will go absolutely as far as you let it. Give it an inch, it’ll take a mile. We’re giving it a football field right now.

Your vote is more important than some tumblr post bitching about our state of affairs. 

I REPEAT: FOR CHRISSAKES VOTE FOR WHO YOU WANT

Walk the motherfuckin’ talk. 




TL;DR I hope you’ll reconsider settling and vote for who you want. 

Never

I never know what to do.
I never feel like I’m wanted.
I never speak without second guessing.
I never act without thinking.
I never say something without conviction.
I never love without feeling.
I never take without trying to give.
I never am in the right place.
I never want to get out of bed.
I never get things done.
I never achieve what’s expected.
I never want to be alone.
I always try with every fibre of my being…
But I never can get it right.

Newt had never actually seen another one on the road, despite his best efforts. For years, and without much conviction, he’d enthused to his friends about its economy and efficiency in the desperate hope that one of them might buy one, because misery loves company. (Mat Baynton as Newt Pulsifer)