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This is a reminder that ICWA, the Indian Child Welfare Act, is at risk.

This act was created to stop cultural genocide. Until the late 1900s, Native American and Alaska Native children were routinely kidnapped and placed in residential schools and white families, where they faced abuse, forced assimilation, and sometimes murder. ICWA was passed in 1978 to stop this by allowing tribes to control the foster and adoption placement of Native American and Alaska Native children.

However, the SCOTUS is hearing a case that could overturn ICWA. This would not only endanger children and allow cultural genocide, but it would endanger tribal sovereignty since it would deny sovereign tribes the rights over the placement of their own children.

The decision is expected in March. Please stand up for the rights of Native Americans and Alaska Natives.

Spread the word about what is happening. Don't let this get swept under the rug. Post about it. Tell your friends and family.

Sign petitions.

Write to representatives.

Reach out to local tribes to see what you can do to help.

Protest.

And if you can afford to do so, donate to Native American and Alaska Native organizations like the Native American Rights Fund, the Lakota Law Project, the National Indian Child Welfare Association, etc.

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Biting a very sour strawberry

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a gnome would make this post

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The farmer in Stardew Valley running out of stamina.

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farmer in Stardew Valley eating one strawberry

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but it’s a sour strawberry

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24 LGBT+ Books by Black Authors

I’m seeing a lot of the same books on my dash, so I spent a few hours researching some lesser-known books. These books fall across a variety of genres and age group.

Ways you can help

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I’ll add The Root by Na'amen Gobert Tilahun.

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mollyjames

I think it's important to remember, as a rule of thumb, if you take advantage of a social service, it actually makes it easier for other people who need that service to access it. Most of the time, when these services get cut, it's because politicians will look at usage and say "see, no one is really using this thing, we can afford to trim the budget for food stamps by at least half". Whereas if you decide to step up and use these programs, even if you feel like you "don't really need it", at bare minimum it's another data point advocates can use to say "hey, look, people are using this thing, this is an important service we are providing, do not cut our funding".

abegailannne

“plus size clothes cost more bc it makes more fabric to make!!!” then why the fuck isn’t a size 2 more expensive than a 0? why isn’t a 6 way more expensive then a size 2??????

also why the fuck do shorts in target cost the same as jeans or other pants in target??? same with crop tops?? i bought a crop top for 20 bucks the other day that shit literally has half the fabric of a regular shirt ya’ll can fuck off

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YOU hate JK Rowling!

Still waiting…

Cosmic alignment…

screechingcollectivecollectorus

Fuck all of the good luck posts out there. Reblog this to immaculate your vibes

they don’t tell you about it

about the aches in your tummy

about the race in your chest

well, they do

but not the kind i’m talking about

about the fire in your heart

about the yearn for whoever

not the voice inside your head

or the shaking in your bed

and the scratch inside your throat

of her story just itching to come out

my fingers twitched to write this

for so long,

far before i even knew her

before she even did

i am talking about myself,

of course,

before.

before she grew up

and became me,

became herself

now

a year

a decade

a minute

an hour

a week

a year

a year it has been,

if i had known then

what i know

what i feel

what i see

what i know now

you want to know

would i have still decided

the same fate for my life

and for hers?

the answer is yes.

the answer is

i am her, and

i have written

one hundred

thousand

million

billion

trillion

gazillion

words

to prepare her

to be able to take

these words,

these feelings,

these other stories living in her head,

along with the last burning embers

of our precious existence

and string them together

like a broken string of lights

and make something what, exactly?

worthy?

presentable?

pretty?

no, that’s not enough

pretty could never be enough

to heal a wound that spans millennia

and is passed down like an heirloom gravy boat

except you never wanted it

and it’s haunted, and so

presentable could never

ever be enough for her

for me

for them

for him

for her

they don’t teach you the language

you’ll need to recount the twinge

inside your body when someone else

is trying to claw their way inside,

rewrite the laws that govern your veins,

re-circuit every one your nerve endings

and then take all the glittery parts

as they finally seep out of your pores

like cheap liquor from the night before

they wouldn’t dare imply there was a way

to put into words the way your body knows

that you aren’t even safe in public

when you when you are being stalked like a prey

in broad daylight, no less,

for enjoying the first day of an autumnal shimmer

with the sun watching overhead;

they wouldn’t even ask about the van,

they’d ask what you were wearing instead.

and i mean,

in their defense,

why would they?

teach a little girl with glistening wings

to fly away and take all her

power,

light,

bravery,

love?

why would they

show her how to take all the magic with her

when she took flight and

left them standing on the ground in awe

wearing only designer brands

and jealousy?

for so long i believed

i was searching for a master key of sorts

to unlock every door for her from the inside

so that she wouldn’t feel lost,

but she did.

she did anyway,

despite “having it all”

and having someone, so many someone’s

in her life

in question

in her mind

anyway now i don’t believe that,

that i’m searching for some magic wand

because i am not.

she already had it,

that stupid gravy boat

because they gave it to her

thinking she was nothing more than

pretty and presentable

but she was more than that,

you see? she was the master key

and she was enough.

this is getting long,

but it could never be measure up for her,

for me,

for whoever,

for you.

you get it,

i am you.

#poem #poet #magic #woman #me

olimar

not sure why people don’t automatically say “shapeshifting” when asked what they want their superpower to be. you could become anyone you want. even fictional characters. anyone. cosplay would always be spot-on. dysphoria wouldn’t exist. perfection