saphire-dance:

wombatking:

brainstatic:

I keep wondering how you reunite a 4-year-old who doesn’t speak English with a deported parent who doesn’t know where their kid is. The only answer I can think of is: you don’t.

Yep. After a while, they’ll slip them into foster care or group homes, most likely. The most accurate comparison right now to me in terms of tactics seems to be residential schools, as it fits the pattern of separating children from parents ostensibly for “their own good”, followed by forced americanization. If I’m off-base I hope my Native mutuals will tell me, but the similarity on this front really stood out to me.  

Yeah, we’ve noticed the similarity. https://nativenewsonline.net/currents/trump-administrations-policy-of-separating-children-is-reminiscent-of-indian-boarding-schools/

robotsandfrippary:

theblackwolfking:

Reblog if you think Finn deserves to find his family, surname, and heritage after 20 years of being an oppressed child soldier

Everyone, including myself at times overlooks the fact that Finn had it the worst than everyone else and still draws the short straw in universe and out

• Finn grew up with no family and was thrown into a child soldier program
• Finn didn’t even have a name till he was given one as an adult
• Finn was raised to kill
• Finn was at best a weapon and at worst a slave
• Finn wasn’t allowed any individuality

Rey, Kylo Ren, Poe, Hux, Phasmsa, Luke, Leia, Han, Finn has had it worse than anyone and after he manages to escape and DOES help blow up the super weapon he just wants to be free of war and death and live a somewhat peaceful life:

• He’s called a coward and tazard by Rose
• Forced into another mission he doesn’t really want to do
• Lectured on how he doesn’t understand suffering and needs to stop being so selfish
• And finally when there is a chance for him to find even a little peace in saving his friends at the cost of his life but at last be done with fighting, he’s denied even that and told he was wrong again.

Finn’s life is made up and defined by his lack of choices, being controlled by others, and sacrificing what he wants or what’s good for himself for others. Even in the fandom.

But no, let’s just keep portraying him as a cinnamon roll who is defined by who’s last name he gets to take. He’s a happy, seeet boy with no worries.

He’s a grown ass man who’s lives through hell.

I personally ship Finnrey, but I’d be just as happy if instead of ending up with anyone, Finn finds his family.

Maybe he was a child stolen from Jakku and since it’s clear from Rey the universe doesn’t care about Jakku, no one ever asked where he went. Plus the irony of Finn being from Jakku would be Rey and Poe both giving Finn a knowing shit eating grin that he’s from the planet he constantly talks shit about.

Maybe Finn is a Mandalorion and has a family in Sabine Wren. Because why not? Rey can be everything from a Skywalker, to a Kenobi, Emperor’s grandaughter, but Finn, an elite soldier with a natural gift for fighting and adapting to any situation can’t be from a civilization of warrior?

Maybe Finn is related to Windu, or Lando, or maybe he’s royalty and is actually a prince. Maybe he’s just some kid stolen from a simple family who miss him.

Regardless, Finn deserves his OWN story arc, family, and happy ending.

Reblog if you agree

FUCK YES

anubis-005:

“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. He sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: ‘It is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.’ And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it. When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about design and balance and getting interesting planes into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest academical tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on. But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.”

— Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via wmilam)