How about instead of Montparnasse or Javert or whoever being the villain in your les mis fic, you just embrace the fact that nobody in les mis is meant to be a villain, but instead act the way they do because of the society that surrounds them.
As I am sure any cat owner will be able to tell you, someone else putting you in a box is entirely different from getting into a box yourself.
This is the most brilliant, concise, cute, and disarming response to the “but laaaaaaaabels are baaaaaaad” argument that gets used against people trying to self-identify as something as a way of making sure their boundaries are understood and respected.
Hey gang, are you ready to make a phone call or two today?
Right now, top Republicans AND Democrats (can you believe it?!) are calling for investigations into the Trump administration’s ties to Russia. Please take a second to call your reps and express your support for an investigation - ESPECIALLY if you have a Republican rep! If the impeachment train is going to gain any momentum anytime soon, THIS IS THE MOMENT. Please give the train a push, by calling and registering your support for an independent, bipartisan investigation!
Here’s an easy script to use when you call, if you aren’t sure what to say (via 5calls.org).
If you end up leaving a voicemail, please leave your full street address to ensure your call is tallied:
Hi, my name is [NAME] and I’m a constituent from [CITY, ZIP].
I’m calling to express my support for a comprehensive and independent investigation of the Trump administration’s ties to Russia, including testimony from former National Security Advisor Michael Flynn.
Thank you for your hard work answering the phones.
Here’s a quick way to find your representatives’ number:
Just to be very clear, colluding with a foreign government to undermine American Democracy is treason. This is not a partisan issue, nor is it a crime for which the proper response is you lose your job and that’s it.
Two additional numbers to call:
The House Oversight Committee: (202) 225-5074 Rep. Jason Chaffetz, Chair: (202) 225-7751
Script: Hi, my name is… and I am a constituent from… I am calling to ask that the committee immediately insist on an investigation of President Trump’s ties to Russia both during and after his campaign – by an independent Special Prosecutor or independent commission, and not overseen by Jeff Sessions. I also ask that Chairman Chaffetz demand the release of the President’s tax returns to ascertain the extent of his financial ties to Russia. Our democracy is on the line. It is time to put partisan games aside and take a stand for America. In light of Michael Flynn’s resignation and new evidence of ties between the Trump campaign and Russian agents, anything less than an immediate independent investigation is unacceptable.
anyway i love the fact that the rest of rogue one is like “grr murder revenge we are here to kick some empire ass” and then they’re like “hey goggles boy what’s ur deal” and bodhi goes “i’m gonna be brave and listen to my heart” and like. all the Grisly Rebels visibly melt a lil.
to add to this “humans are weird” thing did you know that humans are the only species on earth with the ability to throw things with any significant degree of accuracy and force (apes can throw with about the force of a human ten year old, but cant lock their wrists well enough for accuracy)
and we just never really think about it bc its so easy and simple to us that pretty much all of our sports are based around the concept of throwing things accurately
so what if the concept of projectile weapons takes most species FOREVER to get the hang of, or even come up with in the first place. a human goes onto a ship and throws some trash into the nearest reclaimer, shouts “kobe!” and all the other aliens on board absolutely LOSE THEIR MINDS
i used to think green apple was a flavor invented by the candy industry like blue raspberry bc i had never seen a green apple before I just thought all apples were red and long story short when i realized i was red green colorblind it really fucked me up
there’s also yellow apples
now yall are just fuckin lying to me
i just assumed that everyone just ate apples if they were in the mood for a surprise i dunno
concept: jack and bitty get engaged, and shitty and tater fight for the privilege to be jack’s best man the way phoebe and rachel battled it out over who would be monica’s maid of honor
they’re tied after five rounds of questions, so ransom and holster decide on a sudden death round to see who’s willing to sacrifice the most for jack.
tater promises to give up his basically-a-part-time position as host of falcstv for three months, and stop roping jack into unplanned appearances for one whole season.
shitty immediately goes into the bathroom and shaves off his ‘stache.
shitty wins.
holster: okay shitty, you’re jack’s best man. you win tater: no!! i’m take bullet for zimmboni. i’m DIE FOR ZIMMBONI. i should win. i’m be best man. ransom: dude. look at shitty. look at that hairless face. there’s already been a death in this room today. shitty wins.
Bear in mind that ambulance companies aren’t diverting EMTs away from a heart attack or traumatic amputation to answer your call. They’re much more likely to be diverting EMTs from:
Sitting in an ambulance station or a random parking lot playing Words With Friends and/or developing elaborate company-wide romantic intrigues
Sitting in a hospital EMS room doing giant stacks of paperwork no one will ever read while trying to make dinner entirely out of saltines and condiments
Routine transports of people who have to travel by stretcher, who maybe are not happy to be late, but are hardly going to die from it
Transports which are technically emergencies, but are stuff like vomiting or a sprained ankle where the urgency factor is more like “yeah, you should get that seen” than like “STAT CODE RED CODE BLUE CODE POLKA DOT STAT STAT STAT.”
So if you think you might need an ambulance, call one. You are not going to single-handedly take down the EMS system by daring to use it.
I’m reblogging it but I would be that person wondering “Do I need this enough” until I died.
I have legitimately done this. Please, take care of yourselves.
Furthermore, guys, we have dispatch. Dispatch makes sure that we’re all where we need to be, so you’re not taking an ambulance away from someone who “needs it more.”
Let dispatch worry if an ambulance needs to be somewhere else. You just worry about taking care of yourself.
Like, dispatch is GREAT, every EMT I know will fight you on behalf of dispatch, and it’s their full time job to make sure the ambulances go where they’re needed. So if you need one, trust me, dispatch is making sure everyone gets the attention they need.
hey so i know that dismissing all the “this is just like when ___ happened in ___ book/movie/tv show” posts as “white privileged liberalism” is real popular right now but like
a lot of autistic ppl process real life events through fiction
and comparisons are the only way we can understand the severity of something
(heck my four year old brother is autistic and he only speaks referentially he literally can’t understand something you’re saying unless someone has said it in a tv show)
so like when i say “oh this is just like when umbridge took over at hogwarts” what i mean is “this is a funny thing to say, yes, but im also contextualizing my experience in a way that means i can understand fully the emotions and social context involved because i’m autistic and don’t understand these things like allistics do”
(allistics are welcome and encouraged to reblog)
Not just autistic people but anyone with brainweirds around empathy, too.
Or even just… that’s really, really common for everyone?
To a significant extent, that’s *why fiction is a thing*.
And… sacred texts are also centered around stories, and people reference the all the time in dangerous situations.
It’s not trivializing and it’s not privilege, it’s… being human and using stories to understand things.
Also, Umbridge is one of the most terrifying villains ever.
Also the narrative can be used to know what to do when the situation is happening. Did Umbridge just get elected president of your country? Oh shit that’s bad right? What should we do? Well, what did the characters you love do in that situation? Did they wait and see? Or did they form a club that met regularly where they taught each other how to fight the forces of evil? Did they quit school with a bang creating as much havoc and trouble for the evil forces as they could when they left?
This is such a great post and I wish it had been around weeks ago.
I like in the Fellowship of the Rings where they are standing outside the big ass door with the riddle “Speak friend and enter” thing.
And then they’re like, what’s friend in elvish and Legolas just stands there and says nothing.
Frodo: *looks at Gandalf*
Everyone else: *looks at Legolas*
Legolas: [internally] fuck you, in Eregion they spoke a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT kind of elvish, I grew up with like ten different dialects of silvan, this word is pronounced differently in every one of them, this sindarin and my sindarin probably wouldn’t even be a little bit compatible, who fucking knows the door might want it in Quenya, you know what it’s probably in Khuzdul, that’s the kind of language you’d want a password to be in, the one nobody knows, fuck they’re all looking at me I don’t know this there are dozens of different languages spoken by elves you stupid fucks
Legolas: [externally] silence
Gandalf: “…Mellon”
Everyone: *thinks Legolas is stupid*
This is officially one of my favorite tumblr posts.
I’m learning a lot of things I disagree with about Batman canon based
on various character’s stated personalities and reputations. One of the
things I very much disagree with is Batman having one backup plan for
every single member of the Justice League in case they go rogue.
Batman
would not have one plan for every Leaguer. While it’s true he’s had a
lot of desperate, last-ditch plans before, there is absolutely no way
there is only one plan per Leaguer. If he has time to plan ahead that
far, then he has time to create contingency plans for his contingency
plans.
There should be at least three takedown plans for every
single member of the Justice League, minimum, as well as evacuation
plans and several subsections for effective containment strategies. As
well as multiple copies and hiding places for the plans, none exactly
alike, in case the location of one set of instructions is compromised.
Batman only having one plan per person when there’s been time to plan ahead. Pshaw.
AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman
maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very
cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts
that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will
all work out in its own weird way
Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets
in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s
ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm
a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without
help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey,
Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call
sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after
shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’
Batman is mortified.
No one lets it go.
The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so
many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a
vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.
“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him
to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on
the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing
introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.
“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter
says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really
loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.
Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t
get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks
him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask
keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get
a hold of himself
He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused.
Batman is furious. Nightwing manages to
breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad
you’re socializing now, Batman.”
Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”
can we stop saying that words like dumb and stupid are ableist slurs or ableist language please I’m autistic and that’s just… not what the fuck a slur is bye
A slur is when a word’s principal colloquial usage is intended to target a certain group in a violent manner and stupid and dumb are used in relation to disability like 0.1% of the time. It’s almost always referring to people who say shit completely out of their lane and realm of expertise and it’s actually useful language. It’s like, I’ve been called disgusting for being gay b4 but disgusting is mainly intended to refer to other stuff and it’s not homophobic to use it in a context that has nothing to do with gay ppl. Tired of seeing ppl getting hassled over insulting an idea using the only language that can describe the negative quality of the idea. Like, guys. R***rded is a slur. Stupid and dumb are not damn slurs.
I’m Autistic and Schizophrenic and I think both ND and NT ppl should reblog this if they want
There are n*zis on campus rn and a student brought out like a 1997 boombox and started blasting Taking The Hobbits to Isengard every time they tried to say something.
“Those who do not share our genes -THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS - THE MASTER RACE - TO ISENGARD TO ISENGARD - AND I BELIEVE -
THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE-”
canada is currently considering banning imidacloprid, which is apparently “one of the most widely used bee-killing pesticides in the world”. this seems pretty huge, so if you’ve got two seconds, add your name to the list! as of posting this link, they need just over 8,000 more signatures by february 21!
tune in to CSPAN elizabeth warren just unhinged her jaw and is devouring jeff sessions whole... the legislature is in chaos everyone is screaming and crying
fantasy book with witches and wizards and magical people but all magic has a price, like
main character, in awe and slightly terrified: what did you have to give up to be able to control storms with your mind?
powerful enchanter, fighting back tears as they pull down the hood of their cloak to reveal a knotted oily mess: my beautiful luscious hair….no matter how many times i wash or brush it, it always looks like this
main character: [horrified gasp]
fortune teller: and speak up when asking your question, these are my cards so they share my partially-deafness
other character, sympathetically: oh, had to trade good hearing for seeing the future?
fortune teller: no, asshole, i was born with it. i got seeing the future for trading in my ability to wink
there’s a legend in this fantasy land about a powerful enchanter who traded their ovaries for the power to create earthquakes. the grumpy semi-sentient force of nature who negotiates these magic deals had thought it was pretty great one, sure to make the recipient of the deal regret making it soon enough (after all, the point is having to suffer a bit in exchange for magic, because life sucks even in magical fantasy kingdoms)
however, soon afterwards, the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature realized the enchanter had been ecstatic to be rid of periods and didn’t care about not having biological children. the GSSFN felt somewhat cheated by this and ever since has had a strict no-trading-internal-organs policy
“fucking humans messing with the system,” it was quoted as saying
actually, cheating the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature out of the suffering it hopes to inflict with the magic deals is a time honored tradition in Magical Fantasy Kingdom, which is primarily made up of sassy little shits. most of the kingdom’s mythology is made up of trickster figures
there’s the legend of the smooth-talking thief who managed, by describing a certain talent of hers as “the ability to form small growths out of her skin and then reabsorb them” with enough quick confusing descriptions to trade the ability to get pimples for the power to become invisible
there’s the boy who brought the GSSFN a bucketful of cold, liquid silver in exchange for the power to cure a certain sickness, only for the GSSFN to realize once the sun had come up that the bucket contained only water reflecting moonlight
there’s the monarch who offered to trade in their power to destroy people with only their words for the seemingly much less valuable power to turn one grain of rice into two grains — only for the GSSFN to realize later it had gotten the ruler’s cutting sarcasm in payment for a power that could end a famine
every year the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature gets visits from tens of jewish witches and wizards solemnly offering to give up eating all foods that come from pigs or eating meat at the same time as dairy in exchange for the powers they want
“DO YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKING CLEVER” says the GSSFN, who has frankly had enough of this shit
the best story i think i’ve ever heard at a party was from this ex-Lutheran who was absolutely shitfaced and told us all about the origins of Lutherism bc it’s so??? incredible??? apparently martin luther was this like twenty-one year old college student and atheist (of course) and he’s walking home during this thunderstorm, just soaking wet, miserable, probably cussing out the god he supposedly doesn’t believe in, and he gets struck by lightning, which, obviously, sucks. he’s probably pissed as hell because he’s miraculously alive but also probably in a lot of pain, probably cursing god’s name yet again, and he gets struck by lightning a second time like??? What the fuck!!! how unlucky is that!! and so now he’s running for a forest to hide underneath the trees, once again furious at god, and he gets struck by lightning for the third time!!! so he finally makes it to the trees, probably crispy as hell, exhausted and in pain and he drops to his knees and says basically “god, please, for fucks sake, stop hitting me with lightning. I swear if you leave me alone i’ll go to a monastery and become a monk and re-invent this religion i guess but please just leave me alone” and he’s not struck by lightning again so he becomes a monk like??? i’m not Lutheran so i don’t know how accurate this drunk re-telling is but i believe it whole-heartedly and have gained a healthy respect for the wrath of god
THIS IS WHY EVERYBODY NEEDS TO STOP TALKING ABOUT THE BOWL GREEN THING! It doesn’t MATTER that you’re talking about it to mock it, every time those three words appear together it becomes a little more true.
STOP REPEATING THE LIES. Just state the true facts, over and over
This is tricky on tumblr and facebook, because when you add a reply with the truth, your followers end up seeing the wrong stuff first, and what’s at the start of a post is going to stick in the brain more than what’s at the end. Every time you’re commenting to correct your idiot uncle on facebook, all your friends are seeing the garbage articles he shared.
Consider carefully if giving something more exposure is really worth correcting it (especially if you have a lot of followers). Maybe it would be better to make a new post with only the truth, perhaps tagging the people who (re)posted the original thing
So my mom hated all Bobby Darin/Sandra Dee films on like a bedrock second-wave feminism principle. She hated the color pink, she hated barbies, she hated anything that was too “girly.” But she ESPECIALLY hated Sandra Dee movies based, I think, on the abundance of frills and pink.
So NO ONE believed her about this “imaginary” movie she was SO SURE existed where Sandra Dee uses a dog training manual to make Bobby Darin into the best husband. She could never remember much about the film beyond that and a vivid description of the final scene in which Sandra Dee comes home and finds Bobby Darrin literally down on all fours with his leash in his mouth, coming out of the doghouse he has built in their apartment.
WE LAUGHED AT HER EVERY TIME IT CAME UP. WE. LAUGHED.
But then my sister went through this old films phase where she, like, learned all these ways of hunting down copies of films no one else could get. (I have never questioned this power and y’all don’t really get how magical it was back in the day before youtube and streaming and itunes and whatnot, but she had CONNECTIONS. I think she had an In at TCM?)
But yeah so for a birthday present, my sister tries to hunt down this film based only on the dog training thing.
BOOM. IT EXISTS.
This is the movie.
It turns out the dog training manual is only one of the plotlines? If I remember correctly, there’s also a question of whether Sandra Dee’s Italian or Boston ancestry is dominant and that they switch? And there’s like a music cue and she goes, “BOSTON COLD” and then like cold shoulders Bobby Darin until he pleases her in some way? And she does indeed get a dog training manual and she does indeed use it on him? And he is unaware and I think it turns out that it makes their marriage, like, the envy of all around them. Only then he finds the manual and is butthurt that she would use a dog training manual on him and they almost split, but then he realizes he is the subbiest sub ever that he really loves her or whatever and does the final scene where she comes back to apologize but he has the dog leash and is willing to be her pet forever and ever amen.
a new law is about to be passed in Saudi Arabia that will allow the government to execute people for coming out or being openly gay online.
ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.
please reblog this and get the word out, and if you pray, please pray for me and my fellow Saudi LGBTQ+/MOGAI family.
ALSO, for those who need it [x]. its a post on erasing all traces of yourself from the interwebs.
this is not something to read and keep to yourself. please spread this around. may Allah keep everyone safe.
What the hell
People, this stuff is serious and seriously wrong. I do hope that you are able to survive this send it to a safe space.
For a growing number of American kids, porn is their sex ed.
Now Pornhub is hoping to offer their audience some more formal lessons
in how to be a healthy and happy sexual being.
On Wednesday, the massive adult entertainment destination took the
somewhat surprising step of launching the “Pornhub Sexual Health
Center.” They’re hoping the free sub-site
will become a go-to resource for some of their 70 million daily users
on all manner of topics, including STIs, sexual safety and how to manage
relationships.
They’ve chosen Dr. Laurie Betito, a renowned sex therapist, to direct
the site and they’ll also be working with a number of doctors,
therapists and other experts to offer advice and answer questions. Corey
Price, Pornhub’s Vice President, told Mashable, “Our goal is
to provide our visitors with a site that has credible and insightful
information, rather than have them scouring the internet.”
While it’s a database they’ll build up over time, a first look
reveals they’ve started with the fundamentals — with answers to things
like “Babies. Where do they come from?” and “Are there really three
holes?” These might seems almost laughably basic to adult consumers of
hardcore porn, but there are a lot of young people for whom these are
very real questions.
Price told Mashable they weren’t aiming the content
specifically at beginners. He said they simply want to appeal to “those
who are looking for trustworthy sex tips and health advice provided by
experts.” But it seems like they realize this could prove to be an
especially valuable resource for their younger audience, who most likely
isn’t getting comprehensive (much less sex-positive) sex ed in schools.
There are, of course, plenty of online sexual health and education
resources, but for many kids, landing on sites like Pornhub is already
their way into learning about sex. Porn can obviously teach you plenty
about the basics and mechanics of intercourse, but there’s a whole range
of other things — biology, health, consent, relating to intimate
partners, just to name a few — that you won’t pick up from watching
videos like “Big tits round asses” or “Sloppy throat games.”
So if they can slide their curious audience over to the PSHC while
they’re already on the site, it could function as pretty useful one-stop
shop for filling in the blanks left by spotty sex ed classes and the
birds and bees talks given by often bewildered parents.
Neat!
Holy shit their section on trans people was actually really good and not what I expected from something hosted by a porn site! If they had a containing various sexualities and whatnot as well, they’ll definitely have a good resource on their hands!
All the gods of myth and legend are real, but having your prayers answered depends on discovering which god can hear you. You figured out which god is listening to your prayers, but they’re not what you expected.
Suzy
was dissapointed. Most people her age had discovered their deity so
far, and she was starting to think she was godless. She turned the
next page of McBayers’ Little Book of Deities,
and tried reading their names aloud to see if she’d get a reaction.
It had taken her weeks just to get through Chinese spirits and
deities, and had finally reached the first page of Egyptian
Gods and you.
“Ammit?
Amun? Anhur?” Nothing. Her heart slowly sank again.Three
more tries, and she’d stop for now.
“Anubis?”
The
ground shook. The lights in Suzy’s room flickered and went out. A
single flame hovered in the middle of the room, and as it grew to a
blaze it changed form. Within the blink of an eye, there was a tall
figure standing in Suzy’s room. The body of a man, and the head of a
jackal. His eyes shone bright as he peered at her.
WHAT
IS IT, SUZY OF THE HOUSE MILLER?
“You’re
the deity that answers my prayers?”
INDEED.
I, ANUBIS, WHO RULES OVER THE LAND OF THE DEAD, IS HERE TO ANSWER
YOUR REQUESTS.
Suzy
thought for a moment. “O great and mighty Anubis who rules over the
afterlife, can I please have a puppy?”
Anubis
seemed taken aback.
IN
THE CENTURIES THAT I HAVE BEEN PRAYED TO, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I
HAVE BEEN REQUESTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS. CHILD, HOW OLD ARE YOU?
“I’m
eight and a half. My mommy says that if I can take care of a puppy, I
can keep it.”
ARE
YOU CERTAIN YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ME TO BRING PLAGUES UPON YOUR ENEMIES
OR WEIGH A SOUL FOR YOU?
Suzy
shook her head. “I want a puppy.”
CHILD,
IN TRUTH THIS WISH I CANNOT GRANT. MY JOB HAS BEEN TO BRING PEACE AND
LEAD SOULS INTO THE AFTERLIFE, NOTHING MORE. IF I WERE TO CREATE A
HOUND FOR YOU, IT WOULD BE FORMED OF BONE AND SOUL ALONE.
Suzy
thought for a second. She would have liked to have a nice fluffy
puppy, but then she remembered how Aunt Marge’s Sphinx cat was still
nice, even without fur.
“No
fur is fine, as long as they don’t bite and make a mess.”
Anubis
nodded, and raised a hand. Underneath his palm an intricate symbol
appeared on the floor. It glowed bright, and the floorboards burst
apart. Up sprang a massive skeletal dog, bigger than suzy herself.
Its eye sockets held blue flame, and its jaw hang partly open in a
perpetual grin. It slowly walked over to Suzy and nuzzled her.
“What
does it eat?”
IT
WILL NOT NEED SUSTENANCE, AND WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO SERVE ITS
NEW MASTER. I HOPE THIS WILL SUFFICE.”
“I
love it. Thank you, Anubis.”
Anubis
looked slightly taken aback, but nodded peacefully.
FAREWELL
FOR NOW, SUZY OF THE MILLERS. IF YOU EVER NEED ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE
BUT TO ASK ME.
Suzy
nodded, and ran over to her parents’ room to show them her new dog.
She was pretty sure they couldn’t object to this pet.
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
Now. More. Than. Ever.
Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.
Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer.
I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer:
“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops
“
(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)
If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.
yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified
for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf. so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.
everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.
as a man, what would be the best thing to do? should i turn my head and avoid looking at their hair? can i still offer a jacket or something similar?
^I’m hoping someone has an answer islamaphpbia is on the rise in my town and I want to be a good male non Muslim ally
For men, yes please, we would prefer it if you avoided looking at our hair, and if we don’t have something to substitute as a hijab at that moment, anything you could lend us, a jacket, etc, would be very appreciated.
Also, since most girls avoid physical contact with men they’re not related to, please do not hug them, but rather shoo the offender away if you can, or at least escort the girl to a safe place. You can still offer words of encouragement and support. Furthermore, understand that the victim may not be very welcoming towards you because she’ll obviously be shaken, and won’t know where you are coming from. If that’s the case, please still give her something to cover herself (hijab is very important, think of it as someone ripping your shirt off) and stand some distance away until you are sure she’s in safe hands.
Thank you so much for your support, we really appreciate it, god bless all of you.
In the horrible climate we’re currently in, please take note of this.
