Silver Tongue

Jan 28

indeliblyclaire:
“ KNOW YOUR RIGHTS
Everyone living in the U.S. has certain basic rights under the U.S. Constitution, no matter who is president. Undocumented immigrants have these rights, too. It is important that we all assert and protect our basic...

indeliblyclaire:

KNOW YOUR RIGHTS 

Everyone living in the U.S. has certain basic rights under the U.S. Constitution, no matter who is president. Undocumented immigrants have these rights, too. It is important that we all assert and protect our basic rights. If you find you have to deal with Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) or other law enforcement officers at home, on the street, or anywhere else, remember that you have the rights described in this factsheet. The factsheet also provides suggestions for what you should do to assert your rights. 

You have the right to remain silent. You may refuse to speak to immigration officers. 

Carry a know-your-rights card and show it if an immigration officer stops you. 

 Do not open your door. 

You have the right to speak to a lawyer. 

Before you sign anything, talk to a lawyer. 

Always carry with you any valid immigration document you have. 

If you are worried ICE will arrest you, let the officer know if you have children. 

Because Donald Trump has made many anti-immigrant statements, ICE and other law enforcement officers may think they can get away with violating your rights. Sometimes ICE officers lie to people in order to get them to open their doors or sign away their rights. If ICE detains you or you are concerned that they will conduct raids in your area, this is what you can do:

Create a safety plan. 

 // from the National Immigration Law Center // please help spread this necessary information by reblogging!

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acourtofwhitesandracism:

I’m sorry but homophobia and racism aren’t opinions

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captainevans:

The ACLU was able to halt the Muslim Ban for the time being. The stay is only temporary but it means that Trump’s executive order can’t be implemented and that all current detainees at airports need to be released.

If you have the means to, please
donate
to the ACLU. The fight is just beginning.

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alexandot:

mbtipartyblog:

partyclowns:

mbtipartyblog:

okay, 

  • scooby said ‘’ruh roh’’ 
  • shaggy said ‘’zoinks’’
  • velma said ‘’jinkies’’
  • daphne said ‘’jeepers’’

what did fred say

fred says Fuck

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this one’s canon boys

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anakihn:

what the HECK fuck is a sexual attraction

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whitebear-ofthe-watertribe:

angryfishtrap:

branch-and-root:

askfordoodles:

professorpineapple:

professorpineapple:

“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?”
“yeah”
“whoa….those lucky artists ;)”

…buddy.

idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.

the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.

#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg

The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.

I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.

Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.

And then I fell asleep.

And then I fell off the stool.

I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.

Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.

After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences. 

postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”

This is honestly so delightful and accurate 

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