Tag: yessss!!!!

yeinesomemdarre:

disasterbisexualhere:

this is important!

Just a fun fact, Black ASL and other sign languages here are often dominated and marginalized by the predominance of ASL and ignorance towards minority communities.

Similar to the effects of forceful dominance of King’s English, other sign languages are facing erasure due to this.

Every Deaf child should have a signed language that fits their culture and community, and lesser known/recognized signed languages should be preserved before they are pushed out over time!!

This is outlined on the International Advocacy page of the National Association of the Deaf:

Please remember ASL isn’t the only signed language in the United States, and other signed languages deserve this much advocacy!

marypsue:

Given that floral sundresses with spaghetti straps are everywhere this summer and so many outlets are suggesting they be worn over baby tees, I propose that we collectively take it one step further back into the late nineties and start wearing them with black chokers and combat boots again. That was a good look. We should not, as a society, have let it slip through our fingers like we did.

If the Bat Brats are in a Harry Potter AU, which Hogwarts houses would they belong to?

skalidra:

Okay, so, I could swear I’ve answered this somewhere but for the life of me I can’t find it? (Maybe I just rant about it a lot in private?) So here we go.

I tend to really dislike the trends of where the boys tend to get assigned, and I think it has a lot to do with fanon versions of characters I find frankly inaccurate. I’m sure you’ve seen it. Hufflepuff!Dick, Gryffindor!Jason, Ravenclaw!Tim, and Slytherin!Damian. Sound familiar? (Not everyone, I’ve seen a few others, but this was all I saw for a long time.) Because the hugs! The angers! The smarts! The arrogant little bastard!

I kind of hate it. 

Give me a Slytherin Dick Grayson that’s charming and friendly and always has the right words for everyone. Who is wickedly good at spells and quidditch, always buried headfirst in whatever work he has, becomes Prefect in an easy victory, and is the golden boy of the Hogwarts staff. Who is smart and perceptive, and takes care of anyone around him lucky enough to earn his respect. Who is brutal when it comes to cutting down to size the people that don’t, or who dare to hurt the ones he cares about. Willing and fully capable of verbally tearing someone apart, reading people as well as he does.

Give me a Ravenclaw Jason Todd (if we go with post-death Jason characterization, which I prefer) that’s grumpy and mainly unapproachable. Who’s naturally gifted in spells and at the top of most classes, even if he’s got a hell of an attitude and likes to start debates in classes. Who is secretly still awestruck by this world of magic and spells and knowledge and eats up as much of it as he can, learning and perfecting and studying things just because he enjoys it. Who can usually be found in some isolated corner with a book or three, but best not mock him because he’s got a reputation for taking swings at bullies and isn’t remotely afraid of detention.

Give me a Slytherin Tim Drake that’s the actual Slytherin, picture-perfect model. Old family, old money, talented and whip-smart, and fucking ruthless when it comes to protecting what or who he cares about. Maybe he’s small and maybe he’s not physically threatening, but he knows all the little, subtle curses and bits of magic to ruin your day without getting caught. And he works at it, because it doesn’t come so naturally to him. Who stays up late and pushes and pushes to be better than all of his peers, to live up to what’s expected of him and – more importantly – what he expects from himself. (And yet somehow, his very closest friend is a Gryffindor.)

And lastly, give me a Hufflepuff Damian that never expected to be there. Whose whole family (yes I’m including Bruce) has been unquestionably Slytherin and always proud, and that’s what he expects to be. But he’s not. Who’s arrogant and antisocial, until he finds friends that don’t care what his name is, or treat him any differently for it. Who’s fiercely loyal to those friends, and secretly tender around all forms of life that aren’t human. Whose ambition and ruthlessness only comes from being told that’s what he had to want, and who softens and slowly accepts that he can take time and learn who he really is outside of an al Ghul or a Wayne, once he realizes that the people whose opinions he values will still care for him, no matter what house he’s in.