School dress codes aren’t only sexists, but there’s also racist and islamophobic.
I (First Nations, Mohawk) used to have hair past my chest but my middle school forced me to cut my hair because “boys couldn’t have hair past the tips of the ear” (I’m not a boy either, but they assigned me ‘boy’ as a gender) but even when I begged them to let me keep my hair because of spiritual beliefs, they forced me to cut it. A classic move of the white school system against native children. I got a referral everyday for the 65 days I refused to cut my hair. I cried for two weeks after the principal took scissors to my hair. I’m still growing it back.
My best friend (who is an aboriginal Egyptian) was once told to remove her hijab (also a gift I had given her) because “hats weren’t allowed” (a mixture of racism and islamophobia), she reluctantly took it off.
In middle school again, my friend Nemo ( First Nations, Navajo) was told she couldn’t wear her traditional clothing on her 13 birthday, celebrating her reaching puberty. She was sent home and forced to spend her birthday alone while her parents worked.
Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, an important life event in Mohawk culture (becoming an adult) and I want to wear my traditional clothes to school, especially because I’ll have to celebrate all alone this year since I live far away from my nation. Even though my school doesn’t have uniforms or a strict dress code, I’m afraid they’ll tell me that my clothes or very light face paint are “distracting” and tell me to take off my traditional jewellery (headband, choker, bracelets) or wash off the face paint.
I’m sure these are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to racism in the school dress code, and general school systems. White culture is enforced in everything from the dress code to the curriculum.
N/A: This my entry for the FT Fanfics Halloween event on Tumblr. When I got the prompt, I thought this must be a smut because frankly, I would be disappointed if I saw that and it wasn’t (and why pass up the opportunity).
Innocents be warned this is a smut, so if you feel like you will be scarred for life reading smut then this fic is not for you. To my lovely followers and fellow NaLu fans, this is for you. I hope you enjoy the descent into sinful goodness (I did huhu).
p.s. I wasn’t sure how to finish, so I decide to end it on a high ;)
Lucy couldn’t believe her luck. In the world of magic, the All Hallows Eve gathering was the place to be. It was a night high in etherion, so the elite of the world hosted spectacular balls. Invitation to these events was gold dust to a small-time witch, whose dream was to become a paranormal reporter for Sorcerer’s Weekly. Levy had come through for her last minute with a proposition “Lu-chan, Gajeel refuses to go the banquet tonight, but I am not going to miss this! I mean we’ll get to see major players in the supernatural world and no too cool for school attitude will stop me. So, you coming?” A redundant question to Lucy who had been trying to find a way in for years, luck didn’t factor when it came to the high security. To explain in more detail, the parties provided the best networking opportunities, chances at her dream job that would prove impossible without some serious backing.
Everything was competitive, it wasn’t what you knew, it was who you knew when climbing the social ladder. Frustration wasn’t the word for how she felt graduating from magic school with first class honours, it should have secured her place in the world, or it would have at least in the human world but that wasn’t the case here. It was a prehistoric society filled with prejudice and archaic customs, where new magic individuals were looked down on by those born into their power. New magic meant humans who had a high spirit power but had to learn the arcane, the born are beings of legend to the unaware human world. Many of these beings blending in with the growing human populace, adapting to the ever-changing surroundings of the modern world in human form. Unless you had a trained eye, born were nigh on impossible to spot.
Here is a blue Tritium stick sealed in another glass vial secured in silver tone “window” setting. Tritium sticks will glow for 10 to 15 years without the need of “charging” like regular glow in the dark pigment powders. It is currently used in high-end watches, keyrings and gun sights - anything that needs to be seen at night. I decided to go with silver tone components because it complements the blow glow. Just as important as the Tritium is the mechanical looking part it’s hanging from. I was attempting to evoke a geared mechanical pulley assemblage with components found in the hardware store mixed with traditional jewellery findings.
I make in the steampunk genre but I wouldn’t classified as steampunk. To me it’s futuristic with an alien artefact feel to it. If you are interested in buying this you can find it on ebay here.
(For anonymous - hope you like! I only did a few as you submitted two requests at once.)
When Sinnohan Trainer Access Schemes were first established, many criticised the choice to include piplup as one of the starters. Given its proud and stubborn nature, it is much less amiable than most starter pokémon, making it a challenge for novice trainers to bond with and direct. As a consequence, it is the least popular of the three choices.
As it takes so much time and effort to establish a bond with an empoleon, such bonds are typically iron-cast by the time they are formed. Trained empoleons are, consequentially, incredibly defensive of their trainers, to the point that they will attack if their trainer’s pride is damaged.
Prinplups are nigh on impossible to raise in a group. Pokémon breeders are forced to separate siblings at this stage in their lives, as they become unbearably hostile and aggressive towards members of the same species. They mellow out a little as empoleons, but still operate better as individuals.
Empoleons are sometimes poached illegally for their pronged horns, which are made of a rigid, metallic material unique to the species. This material tends to be used in the making of jewellery and traditional medicine - certain ice-dwelling communities believe that adorning oneself with the horns of an empoleon brings great fortune and power.
Buttoned, double-breasted cardigans are colloquially known as ‘prinplup cardigans’, as they bear a resemblance to the markings on the species’ stomach.
‘Better a shelmet and a karrablast than a pair of prinplups’ is a particularly notable Unovan idiom. It suggests that it’s actually more productive to work with your natural opposite than somebody who is the same as yourself, as embracing differences can help you ‘evolve’ as a person.