Can’t stay awake. In class help
Sit straight up with your hips and knees at right angles then slowly start flexing your muscles starting from your toes and working up to your shoulders then to your hands. That’s what they teach us to do in Sunday school if we start to fall asleep in church…
I only saw this now, but thank you. I’m sure I’ll have to use it sometime next week.
Right now I’m outta class and I spoke to my mother and she found out I’m this tired and had like 3 hours of sleep consistently this week and she’s ordered me to sleep right now, in like 15 minutes, and not go to my next class. Actual thing she said. “Eat, and sleep. Take care of yourself.”
so i dont think tumblr knows of the existence of this addictive game yet but its trending on github and everyone and their mother i know irl is losing their shit over it and im pretty sure my entire school plays this so let me just casually leave it here
"Apparently no job is good enough for his holiness.”
– Ms. Marvel #1 by G. Willow Wilson & Adrian Alphona
As a disclaimer, this is mostly my own interpretation and everyone is free to interpret it as they see fitting.
One of the fascinating aspects of Kamala’s family is how each of them is shown to differ with regard to their thinking as a Muslim. Of course each of them identifies as being a Muslim, though like any Muslim, each of their individual understandings of their religion vary to some degree.
This becomes especially clear when Kamala sits down to eat dinner with the rest of her family. Prayer at various times during the day as well as prior to meals is common among Muslims. Still, Kamala’s father comments on her brother and an argument nearly begins. From Kamala’s interjection, we know this isn’t the first argument they’ve had on the topic, suggesting this is more of a long-term issue about Aamir’s job-hunting (or potentially, lack thereof).
It appears that Aamir is particularly pious (perhaps slightly holier-than-thou) and, judging from his mother’s expression in the final panel above, she is proud of how critical he is about the type of job he wants. On the flip side, Kamala’s father appears to be more practical. One can’t comment about how pious he may or may not be since there have been unseen discussions about Aamir’s situation that likely influenced his comments.
And then we have Kamala. During a recent Q&A with G. Willow Wilson, it was stated that Kamala fell somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. While Wilson stated that Ms. Marvel won’t necessarily be a comic that’s explicit about the inner workings of Islam, it is definitely a component of Kamala’s character and identity. Inner conflicts about resolving her identity while being American is something that we’re already seeing in the first issue.
I think one of the key things to remember while reading Ms. Marvel is that Muslim characters are diverse in their thinking and their actions. Already we see a variety between Kamala, her family, and Nakia, her friend. Perhaps one might have imagined Kamala to be different, her family to be different, and her friends to be different and that’s understandable. We often have expectations about characters and want the final product to match those expectations. Despite this, I don’t think it’s fair to claim a character isn’t “Muslim enough.” There isn’t a checklist that exists that determines if you’re Muslim enough and if you don’t do X thing, you don’t make the cut. Muslims exist in a spectrum, each with their own attitudes, their own struggles, their own motivations. While there’s definitely room for lots of overlap between different Muslims, at the end of the day, each Muslim is on their own journey. It’s refreshing to see this conveyed so early on in a series and I’m both pleased and excited to see where the series will take us.
— thirteen unedited deleted texts you never got the chance to break my heart with. N.spence (via safeslut)
Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.
I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.
as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:
What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?
And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.
These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”
So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:
I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.
My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -
I will burst out and ravage you in flames.
(This isn’t a test.)
Nadia Myre, Indian Act
Indian Act speaks of the realities of colonization - the effects of contact, and its often-broken and untranslated contracts. The piece consists of all 56 pages of the Canadian Federal Government’s Indian Act mounted on stroud cloth and sewn over with red and white glass beads. Each word is replaced with white beads sewn into the document; the red beads replace the negative space.