The Navajo have a unique tradition. When a baby is born, it is regarded as the ultimate, precious gift and must never be abused. From the moment of birth, the child is watched over continuously by family and friends, who patiently wait for the child’s first…laugh.
“Has your baby laughed?” is common question posed to parents who have infants around the age of three months. The first laugh of a Navajo child is a very significant event. It marks the child’s final passing from the spirit world to the physical world, meaning he or she is now fully human. This milestone warrants a party, and what a party it is!
Whichever brother, sister, parent, cousin, aunt, uncle, or passing acquaintance is present at the first laugh is deemed to have caused it. The laughter instigator then receives the honored privilege of preparing a special ceremony to welcome the child into society.
Once a baby has laughed, training in generosity begins immediately—a value held in high regard among the Navajo people. At the party, where the baby is considered the host, the parents or person responsible for the first laugh help hold the baby’s hand as he or she ceremonially gives the rock salt, food, and gifts to each guest. There are also bags of candy, money, and other presents that the child “gives” along with the food. [x]
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stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it
Hey, if you have no choice but to infodump, always use characters, never the narrator to tell things to the reader.
This way, if you got something wrong and someone points it out later, you can argue that this character in particular was lying/misremembering/was ignorant of the exact details. You, the author, obviously knew what the real facts were all along.
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Halsey coming out on their Insta story with their diagnoses of EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome), MCAS (mast cell activation syndrome) and POTS (post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) is a huge banner moment for zebra & spoonie visibility and awareness and I stan a zebra queen. Thank you for your honest, raw presence here with us.
which of your features would people romanticize if u were famous… for me i think it would be my bunny teeth or the little scar i have on my forehead from hitting it as a toddler
just because its true doesnt mean you should say it
Therapist: So, tell me about yourself. Why have you decided to go to therapy?
Tim: oh well it was all Bruce's idea. He's really good at picking up on when I'm feeling off. He absolutely insisted I talk to someone and after arguing with him for a bit, I relented.
Therapist: sounds like he really cares about you
Tim: yeah. You think as the good middle, unproblematic child I'd get overlooked, but he doesn't let anything slip by him
Flashback:
Tim [sighing]: sometimes i feel numb inside and nothing brings me joy. Everything i do just makes things worse
Batman, sitting at batcomputer: mhm
Tim [leaning dramatically over the back of a chair]: the days all blur together and i wonder if there's even a point to living. Why bother?
Batman: mhm
Tim [standing directly behind Bruce]: if i disappeared would you even miss me?
Batman: mhm yeah sound great Tim
Tim [resting his head on Bruce's shoulder]: this is a cry for help. I'm very depressed.
Batman: mhm
Jason: oh hey guys! Just dropping by before I go to kill the Penguin
Batman [whirling around]: wHAT?? YOU BETTER NOT-
Tim: oh for fucks sake
Sometimes I think about my life through the lens of the past.
How many things do I suffer though because of the greed of European “explorers” and American imperialism.
I leave the ‘āina. I leave my ‘ohana. I leave my heart. And I suffer at a job I hate. And I spent years wearing a fakey costume and smiling for tourists and pretending I felt anything other than empty.
I colonized myself. Made myself palatable for tourists. Made myself palatable for tips and a paycheck. And I ate popcorn for dinner bc that’s what we could afford and I spent my extra money making sure my siblings didn’t feel the crushing weight of poverty. And every extra cent was spent trying to save them from how I felt.
Humiliated. Colonized. A joke.
And now I live on the mainland because we cannot afford to live on sacred land. Because haoles move there for paradise, and they kill us as they buy up beautiful houses and pave the road for resorts. Our land. Our ‘āina. And I’m now a walking attraction. And I can do the hula style smile and I can make my eyes shine like diamonds. And people ask me if I picked coconuts from trees and I think about my elders who live in concrete apartments and I miss my grandfather and his warm smile. And I never know if I will see them again.
I used to stare at the statue of Kamehameha. His arm stretched out in a loving greeting. His other hand holding a spear to defend his people. But he leads with the hand. He leads with aloha.
Because that’s what we do. It is what we are born to do. We are born to aloha. To love. To compassion. Even now, even after everything, all I want to do is be kind.
And it’s terrible. But sometimes I just wish he had lead with the spear.
AND a race one since the most affected regions will be Africa, Asia and Oceania
Team “I can hear the near silent hum of electrical appliances and the bubbles fizzing in the can of soda on the coffee table, but can’t watch tv without subtitles and processes conversation at ¼ speed”
I keep seeing panphobic shit and I'm sad and I need to prove a point to myself
Pip, they/them, nonbinary, panromantic, greysexual. This is sort of a junk blog, but its also my main one. I really use @woodwind-goddess so you should head over there
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