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Sep 2

If you ask a Mexican child in the first grade ‘why the hell are you eating a taco’ he’s going to go home and ask for a peanut butter sandwich.

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My professor on losing your identity as a kid (via lasfloresdemayo)

THIS is EVERYTHING THOUGH

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im so angry

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!!!!! Or to a black child “why is your hair like that?”

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For those who don’t know, this is exactly how I wound up not speaking my language anymore. And exactly how I lost my accent.

The kids at school made fun of me until they convinced me that because I was in America, I needed to speak like an American.

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Aka part of how languages die out so quickly in immigrant families.

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Why Diversity in Roleplays Is Important

Let me tell you a story.

I’m half Asian, Thai actually. I have olive skin, medium-brown hair, and brown eyes. I do not look Asian to most, but I am clearly mixed. I’ve been mistaken for Mexican, Filipino, Hawaiian, even black.

Growing up, I was insecure about my appearance. I used to leaf…

(Source: lilylunawrites)

Should I write a musical this semester? I think I might try?

A little while ago Nintendo announced that Samus would have this midriff-baring alternate costume in the new Super Smash Bros., to a mixed response from the internet. Some people suggested a shirtless Link costume, or Captain Falcon in a speedo, and there were some joking photoshops of him in tight shorts.

But then, today, another new character was announced, Shulk from Xenoblade, and they really did include him in his underwear as a costume for the game. That is an official render of him on the right. An interesting turn of events.

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Finished my Gyarados piece.  You can buy prints of it over here. You can read the full flavor text here.

Some random guy proposes suits as alt-costumes for everyone in Smash Bros. I approve.

Hey, I used to have those shoes. The ones on the left.

Hey, I used to have those shoes. The ones on the left.

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Joseph van Lerius: Young Girl from Rattvik in Dalarna, 1862.
Dalarna, “The Dales,” is a region in Sweden with a rich and unique folk culture, with distinct music, paintings, and handicrafts. The dalkarlar used a version of the old runic alphabet well into the 19th century.

So um this is a really good painting.

vcrfl:

Joseph van Lerius: Young Girl from Rattvik in Dalarna, 1862.

Dalarna, “The Dales,” is a region in Sweden with a rich and unique folk culture, with distinct music, paintings, and handicrafts. The dalkarlar used a version of the old runic alphabet well into the 19th century.

So um this is a really good painting.

The Loveliest Rose in the World

I had a casette tape of Hans Christian Andersen stories I used to listen to to fall asleep, but they were all shortened and simplified for children. The ones it had were The Nightingale, The Emperor’s New Clothes, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Snow Queen, The Princess and the Pea…

Anyway, they were also completely secularized, which was nice. Because it turns out the real ones are very, well, Christian. Take The Loveliest Rose in the World, for example. The Queen is very ill, and only the sight of the loveliest rose in the world can stop her from dying. Everyone in the kingdom tries to think of the loveliest rose there is— is it the rose from the Garden of Love? The White Rose of Grief? The Magic Flower of Science? The rose from Romeo and Juliet’s tomb?

Nope! It’s the Bible. Surprise!

“Mother,” cried the little boy; “only hear what I have read.” And the child seated himself by the bedside, and read from the book of Him who suffered death on the cross to save all men, even who are yet unborn. He read, “Greater love hath no man than this,” and as he read a roseate hue spread over the cheeks of the queen, and her eyes became so enlightened and clear, that she saw from the leaves of the book a lovely rose spring forth, a type of Him who shed His blood on the cross.

“I see it,” she said. “He who beholds this, the loveliest rose on earth, shall never die.”

And that’s the ending. It’s actually quite interesting— I’m guessing that she actually does die there at the ending, and that it’s like a John 3:15 reference. “That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.” So she dies, but goes to heaven; that’s my interpretation.

But that’s not the sort of story I needed to hear as a kid. Also I’m not Christian.

He has another story called The Jewish Maiden about a Jewish girl who is just a really good person all her life, but can never touch the New Testament or convert to Christianity because her dead father promised her dying mother that she wouldn’t. But she’s just so good that in the end, they still bury her just outside the wall of the church graveyard, where— don’t worry! She’ll be going to heaven when the resurrection comes.

And God’s sun, which shines upon the graves of the churchyard of the Christians, also throws its beams on the grave of the Jewish maiden beyond the wall. And when the psalms of the Christians sound across the churchyard, their echo reaches her lonely resting-place; and she who sleeps there will be counted worthy at the resurrection, through the name of Christ the Lord, who said to His disciples, “John baptized you with water, but I will baptize you with the Holy Ghost.”

Well, it’s much nicer than what Grimms’ Fairy Tales had to say about Jewish people, at least.

Another interesting one is The Little Mermaid. She doesn’t give up her voice just because she falls in love with a Prince, she does it because mermaids can’t go to heaven, because they don’t have souls. But if a human marries them, then they can share in the human’s soul. Getting to heaven instead of dying permanently is what’s important to her.

But also— he has some secular ones. The Great Sea-Serpent is a fairy tale about the laying of the transatlantic telegraph cable! It’s not super exciting as a story, but it’s like historically interesting to me.

Holy crap, this Grimm’s Fairy Tale, Die ungleichen Kinder Evasor “Eve’s Unequal Children.” Possibly the most status-quo-reinforcing fairy tale of all time.

When Adam and Eve were driven from paradise, they were forced to build a house for themselves on barren ground, and eat their bread by the sweat of their brow. Adam hoed the field, and Eve spun the wool. Every year Eve brought a child into the world, but the children were unlike each other. Some were good looking, and some ugly.

After a considerable time had gone by, God sent an angel to them to announce that he himself was coming to inspect their household. Eve, delighted that the Lord should be so gracious, cleaned her house diligently, decorated it with flowers, and spread rushes on the floor. Then she brought in her children, but only the good-looking ones. She washed and bathed them, combed their hair, put freshly laundered shirts on them, and cautioned them to be polite and well-behaved in the presence of the Lord. They were to bow down before him courteously, offer to shake hands, and to answer his questions modestly and intelligently.

The ugly children, however, were not to let themselves be seen. She hid one of them beneath the hay, another in the attic, the third in the straw, the fourth in the stove, the fifth in the cellar, the sixth under a tub, the seventh beneath the wine barrel, the eighth under an old pelt, the ninth and tenth beneath the cloth from which she made their clothes, and the eleventh and twelfth under the leather from which she cut their shoes.

She had just finished when someone knocked at the front door. Adam looked through a crack, and saw that it was the Lord. He opened the door reverently, and the Heavenly Father entered. There stood the good-looking children all in a row. They bowed before him, offered to shake hands, and knelt down.

The Lord began to bless them. He laid his hands on the first, saying, “You shall be a powerful king,” did the same thing to the second, saying, “You a prince,” to the third, “You a count,” to the fourth, “You a knight,” to the fifth, “You a nobleman,” to the sixth, “You a burgher,” to the seventh, “You a merchant,” to the eighth, “You a scholar.” Thus he bestowed his richest blessings upon them all.

When Eve saw that the Lord was so mild and gracious, she thought, “I will bring forth my ugly children as well. Perhaps he will bestow his blessings on them too.” So she ran and fetched them from the hay, the straw, the stove, and wherever else they were hidden away. In they came, the whole coarse, dirty, scabby, sooty lot of them.

The Lord smiled, looked at them all, and said, “I will bless these as well.”

He laid his hands on the first and said to him, “You shall be a peasant,” to the second, “You a fisherman,” to the third, “You a smith,” to the fourth, “You a tanner,” to the fifth, “You a weaver,” to the sixth, “You a shoemaker,” to the seventh, “You a tailor,” to the eighth, “You a potter,” to the ninth, “You a teamster,” to the tenth, “You a sailor,” to the eleventh, “You a messenger,” to the twelfth, “You a household servant, all the days of your life.”

When Eve had heard all this she said, “Lord, how unequally you divide your blessings. All of them are my children, whom I have brought into the world. You should favor them all equally.”

But God replied, “Eve, you do not understand. It is right and necessary that the entire world should be served by your children. If they were all princes and lords, who would plant grain, thresh it, grind and bake it? Who would forge iron, weave cloth, build houses, plant crops, dig ditches, and cut out and sew clothing? Each shall stay in his own place, so that one shall support the other, and all shall be fed like the parts of a body.”

Then Eve answered, “Oh, Lord, forgive me, I spoke too quickly to you. Let your divine will be done with my children as well.”

Damn. I had thought at the beginning that Eve was going to be punished for favoring the good-looking kids. Nope.