Round 2 Guys. And maybe the last of this kind. So, after the Stans travelled through Canada, Iceland and Sweden, I would kinda image that maybe…Ford wanted to see the old man’s grave. So back to New Jersey, the Mystery Twins investigated about the famous Jersey Devil. (the thing was a anger-issue fellow and Ford lost his favorite gun in the process). After so many feelings they go to Mexico, in time for Dia de los Muertos celebration. There they encountered La Llorona (thanks @yemiprotector for the infos and the idea <3 )
And then, after a royal hangover, they go back to adventure and met a Selkie (the design is greatly inspired by @fluffy-raccoon awesome Selkie)
I honestly haven’t think about it. Maybe…I dunno…I’ll do a comics about it-
And then…i drew pages. Again. Of course.
So again, thank you all for the reblogs, the awesome tags (which entertained me more than I could have imagined.) and the love. This fandom is awesome. You are awesome. Love, e.
EDIT: omg…I made typos…so many typos…Why oh god why
Before we were married, Bill and I lived in midtown, in a fourth floor walk up with four little rooms. It was old and falling apart, with crooked floors and a pink toilet. The bedroom was tiny, with textured wallpaper, and barely fit our creaky queen sized bed. It was cheap and it was drafty and it was ours.
Our building sat in the middle of 20th Street, dead center in a triangle made by church steeples. The view was quite lovely, but the wake up call was fierce.
Being young and unencumbered by tiny humans, Bill and I would often spend Saturday nights out with friends, jamming with his bandmates, or generally drinking and having fun. We could do as we pleased knowing Sundays were for sleeping. We would linger in bed, drifting in and out of sleep or enjoying the warm touches that came with sharing a bed. Hours would tick by until the church bells forced us awake.
By eleven, bells would peal from each point of the triangle, sending a holy symphony through our windows, ripping us from sleep. I used to hate it, wanting to stay in bed all day reading or napping. Little did I realize sleeping until eleven was a luxury I would sorely miss.
So my first reclaim the bindi post got a bit of hype and I certainly don’t expect the same response to this (though it would be amazing) but the fact is the movement goes beyond coachella and I’m glad to keep reclaiming.
One reason to reclaim the bindi is that non-desi people wearing the bindi is because it’s a spiritual and important meaningful cultural symbol, but it’s also important to remember that there is oppression of desis too, and wearing the bindi as a fashion accessory not only actively and ignores, but can also fuel that.
1858: British take control of India. Like any rule, they have both positive and negative impacts, but it’s important to note that aspects of the control are founded on the fact that because Indians are of a different culture they are below the British. The idea of “The White Man’s Burden” is prevalent. They destroy pieces of our culture, create a dependency, and accentuate a divide between Hindus and Muslims. They also misunderstand the preexisting caste system increasing it’s connotations around race.
1910: “Yellow Peril” leads to the concept of the “Hindoo Invasion” or “Turban Tide.” Herman Scheffauer states that between the white man and East Asian “lies a pit almost as profound as that which he has dug between himself and the (variation of the n word).”
1917: South Asians, as well as other groups, are banned from further immigrating to the United States.
1923: Supreme court rules that South Asians can’t naturalize as citizens. This isn’t repealed till 1946.
1987: Hate group, “dotbusters”, sends a letter to the Jersey Journal, talking about the lengths they will go to get rid of South Asians in New Jersey. The name is founded by the bindi, and as a clothing item it is specifically targeted. 58 hate crimes against South Asians are reported in just that state in 1991.
2001: 9/11 leads to hate crimes towards Muslims and Sikhs, as well as other South Asians, that continue to this day.
2008: We watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom in school. For the rest of the year I’m asked if I eat monkey brains, among other things. I’m not the only one who is asked.
2009: My elementary school classmate talks about how Indians are gross for nearly a whole class period. My teacher doesn’t say anything but mentions to my mom after class that a classmate said something that may have made me uncomfortable. He says he didn’t know what to say.
2010: In history class, the teacher continuously refers to Hinduism as mythology and casually mentions “Even though no one here practices it.” I stay silent.
2010: I look up skin lightening creams for the first time. The connotations of people with light skin equating to higher social status, based on both British Imperialism, Aryan invasion, and the caste sustem, led to skin lightening creams, a huge industry especially in India, still being sold today. I’m very light skinned, and very privileged in this manner, yet I still find myself in this place. Yes, the role of skin lightening in India affects this, but also the role in America of white seeming better.
2011: An Indian teacher is substituting for my class. She teaches another class at our school but is leaving at the end of the year. Someone asks her why. It turns out her son in the district’s kindergarten was getting bullied too much for his skin color.
2012: My sister comes home for the first time crying because she’s not white. It’s sickly familiar. It’s not the last time.
2012: A realtor refuses to sell our house because we’re Indian and ‘our food smells too much.’ Even if that had been fair, we hadn’t cooked any Indian food but rotis in ages.
2013: I go to a very liberal school. We have an opportunity to talk about any issue we’re having in class. A few people of color, of different races write down 'racism’ on the board. People joke about how “of course they want to talk about racism.”
2015: An elder man visiting from India is paralyzed by the police. He is taking a walk in his grandson’s neighborhood and a neighbor calls the police. He tells the police officers “no English” and gives them his grandson’s phone number, but because of the language barrier he couldn’t obey all their commands. While this is a relative anomaly for South Asians, speaking English should not be a requirement to visit the country.
2015: I post my first reclaim the bindi post and while it’s greatly outnumbered by love, I still get heavily racial hate.
2015: They realize in the area I live in, race (especially Asians in this particular area) and mental illness are heavily correlated. They start doing studies.
2015: I always get nervous buying concealer because despite my progress I feel like I should be lighter a lot. I finally get concealer. It’s easier than it could be because I’m having a good day in terms of mental health. I still get insecure.
Now I’ve gotten messages asking why I hate my skin or myself, and I don’t. I really don’t. When it comes down to it I do love it, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had negative feelings around it. I wanted to share some reasons why, and some more history to show why our bindi isn’t your fashion accessory. Has progress been made? Yes. It will continue to, as well, but there’s still a long way to go.