#accidental racism

[phoenixyfriend]

A week or two ago my sister and I were walking the dog and ran into a middle-aged couple also walking their dog

And obviously we talked dog names

They said theirs was named Meimei

Before I thought better of it, I said "oh, like the Mandarin for 'Little Sister'!"

In the second before they responded, I just about died because What If I'm Wrong And They're From A Different Country And I Just Assumed

Then they said I was right (yay) and asked how I knew that (uh oh)

And I had a DIFFERENT kind of major embarrassment

Because I had to admit I knew it due to Firefly

[idkhowtobenormal]

I need more tf characters to accidentally be racist, etc

Like like *and bipoc person* “why are you the wrong color??” All the humans: 😦

*at girl character * “why do you have those…. Bumps on your chassis?” Everyone: *dies*

*at physically disabled person* “why don’t you get it fixed?”

I honestly need this I’m sorry

[theamityelf]

The thing is, sometimes a work of fiction (or even just a character within a work of fiction) will reference a character's pale skin as indicative of their beauty or innocence, and I'll go "Oh well, it happens, it's not worth making a big deal," but then all the fan works around the character take this at face value and continue to reinforce their paleness as an indication or their beauty and/or innocence, and it just gets so disappointing. Like, I can get over Basil from Omori comparing Sunny to specifically a white tulip in the context of how pure and perfect he is, but then a bunch of fanfiction gets its hands on this idea and takes such active pleasure in how pale they can describe Sunny to be and it just becomes really annoying that the implications of this color association are being so ignored.

[gigifluidcat]

2020 really was the only year past the 70s where Companies could have these signs around and no one gave a shit bc we were too paranoid about the virus.

[goopysoft]

*looks at my ocs*

…

O _0

*looks at villain designs*

O -0

Not even a single human character and I still somehow slipped into this shit.

Now if you excuse me, the drywall will be impacted.

It's everywhere

[haleh-is-stoopih]

#Accidental racism

[cringe-confessional]

Around the time the movie Selma came out, we had a small discussion on it during my Civics class. I was talking about how whack white people were to discriminate against other white people who supported civil rights. In the movie, there was some line about “White n words” and I quoted it.

In class.

In front of like 30 other people and my teacher. I thought it was cool. It was not.

[metamatar]

post on "eating viscerally and animalistically" for anarchist reasons and its just how indian people eat food with their hands

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

[lazylittledragon]

if one more alt character gets saddled with the "smells bad/doesn't shower" headcanon i'm going to start swinging

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Okay now I'm curious about your TMA/Gravity Falls crossover. Is it like the cast of TMA get a cartoony summer adventure or is it like the cast of Gravity Falls have to deal with The Horrors? Or is it something else?

See this fic enchants me because it’s sort of both. One of the Rules of the fic is that the characters absolutely must maintain the conventions of their genre. So it’s the TMA universe and all of its grimdark cosmic horror grappling with the metaphysically displaced Mystery Twins, who operate on cartoon logic.

So it’s a lot of:

Elias: As you can see, you are all quite trapped. Under the contract, you cannot quit and you cannot kill me, so I suggest you all--

Mabel and Dipper: *exchange a look*

Dipper, stonefaced: *shrinks him with the size changing gem*

Mabel: *picks him up by his blazer and puts him in a jar*

The TMA crew: *staring*

Dipper, clapping once: so that's him handled.

Tim, completely broken, having to sit down: what

Dipper: I mean he can't do his evil machinations when he's like two inches tall in a jar and he's not going to die either so--oh uh Mabel? You put holes in that jar right?

Mabel, already going through Elias’s wallet and pocketing the cash: I can't be expected to think of everything Dipper

Dipper: I'm sure he's fine there, there was some air to start with and--we'll add holes. We'll add some holes

[owlbelly]

okay first of all, imagine dying on the hill that Anne Rice's vampires aren't gay

but this is a goddamn gold mine. pole smoking sex fiends was funny but HEAD DOWN ASS UP IN THE COFFIN??? somebody make the fucking t-shirt / bumper sticker / mug / whatever

honestly "bickering nauseating dialogue of the mundane" is good too i want to crawl inside this person's hideously decorated skull

[gigifluidcat]

I made this post bc my Mom was a teen in the 80s so they used a decent amount of outdated words. She still uses the word "oriental" to mean "generally Asian", really showing off her age doing so.

Everytime she says it, I always get a thought like "Good God.... How do I tell her this?"

Do yall know the feeling of having a Boomer/Gen X parents and them casually saying outdated words? Not in an offensive or hostile manner, but using some words in a casual way that just so happens to be considered problematic or incorrect in the modern day?

[casterhex]

another thing people will say shit like “there were so many signs! how was nothing done sooner?” as if cops in the states don’t have a proud history of giving young cis white guys a mere slap on the wrist and a “don’t get in any more trouble young man”

[dipperscavern]

idk if this is racist but i was crying cause my ankle hurt reslly bad and pain makes me delirious and emotional and i was scrolling on tiktok and saw two gorgeous black women doing a dance and i started crying because of how much i love black women amms i feel like if i don’t tell y’all thya i’m gonna go so crazy cause you deserve to know how beautiful you are and i just love u

i’m sorry i’m in an emotional state idk what i’m doing sorru if that’s racist dippr out

[glacierruler]

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CWs: Theft, Fantasy Racism, Accidental Misgendering, War Mentions

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Chapter 1

Fig was constantly checking their watch, knowing their mother would expect them home soon for dinner. Still, they weren’t quite ready to leave the scrapyard, as there were still so many marvelous finds to be had. Plus there weren’t that many risks, as the sentry that usually guarded this yard had switched over to the other one he was in charge of for the day. Still it was best to be cautious, because if they were caught it would be at least five years in jail. It was stupid, but that was the case with most laws.

Pulling something out of the rubble, Fig realized that they had discovered a whole robot. Their eyes started to widen a bit, they quickly stuffed it in their bag o’ junk as they called it, and started making their way to their hideout.

Fig had been walking for five minutes before the pin like pain in their legs became sharper. Pulling out their bag, they rummaged through it a bit, before pulling something that looked like a weird 3D cube out. Pressing a button a wonky, uneven, walker appeared, made out of mostly metal and each side was a bit uneven. However, the seat was made out of sanded down wood, as they didn't have leather to make it more comfortable yet. While it was still a work in progress, they used it when they could because it did make their life easier. Regretfully though, they couldn't use it often, as not even their family knew it existed, and Fig knew it would be an awkward conversation to have. So they had gotten used to using it on the tough forest terrain, still working on making it better to go over roots and other various obstacles.

Naking it to their hideout, Fig quickly looked over the robot; using the little magic they knew to look at any spots they couldn’t easily get to. They were looking for any alarms or trackers even though the sentries would’t notice nor think to track a discarded robot, because if Fig set off the alarm they would have to move their hideout again. Which was not ideal, especially with all the stuff this place held, and how long it had taken them to build it here.

Getting rid of the devices was easy enough, they would just go back to the junkyard and destroy them on their way home. The sentries would think that the rest of the scraps had destroyed the thing.

Sighing, Fig glazed longingly at their hideout, before they pressed a button and their walker became a cube again. They started heading back the way they came, putting on their gas mask, just in case the sentries spotted them on the way back. While they were part changeling and could therefore change some of their facial features, because they weren't a full changeling, they couldn't do much with it.

After disposing of the trackers, Fig went a bit away, taking off their gas mask and hid behind a tree to take a five minute walking break.

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Fig ate silently as they listened to the chaos, that was their family, surround them. Getting back home had been a journey and a half without their walker, but it was important that they put it away for things, in order to stay safe. After all if the sentries found out about it, they would most certainly be screwed. Looking outside through a window, they realized it was sunset, and they couldn’t help but be amazed at how pretty it was, even though it came by every night. It was stunning, always changing, and yet its beauty never seemed to fade, and Fig was certain that they had the best sunsets in the kingdom. Jarolend, their friend that they talked to when they could, agreed.

Still, Fig wanted to explore, they wanted to see the world. But it wasn’t safe to, not since they’re a changeling. Changelings have been viewed as one of the worse races, since before the infamous war, however that war had just made things worse.

The official narrative was that, changelings, orcs, drow, goblins, and dragons rose up in opposition to the other races. That their greed and lust for money and power drove them to their demise, that they committed unspeakable crimes, that they were evil. And everyone was just supposed to accept that, even the races that this rhetoric effected.

However, Fig had been doing research of their own, looking through their ancestors’ journals to see what it was really like back then. They were grateful that their mother kept the journals, although they were slightly less grateful that these journals were on the top shelf of her bedroom. That made it harder for Fig to look through them, and they knew their mom didn't want them looking through the journals. But Fig had always been rather curious, and they just couldn't accept the narrative that they were bad. That they were here to take someone else's place and steal their livelihood, that they were evil like the textbooks said. It helped that the town was inhabited by other unprivliged races, it helped that the elders assured them when they were kids that it was the world that was wrong. But it sucked, the culture that was stripped from all of them, in fear that they would rise up, that they would revolt against unfair laws. So almost no one in town was allowed to practice magic. That didn’t stop Fig, though they practiced in secret. Still, they wished they were able to do more, and be more free. But they couldn��t, so in public they conformed to the rules set out for them. Have a set look, and don’t change it; hair stays the same, eyes stay the same, nails stay the same. Nothing changes. And they couldn’t help but feel that’s how society was anyways, stagnant, hopeless and resistant to change. And they hated it. But that’s what their tinkering was for, it was fun to do and a fuck you to the government. It wasn’t something that did something technically, but it felt good, especially when Fig felt helpless to do anything to change the world.

“-ig! Fig!” Their head snapped up to greet their mother’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay honey? You’ve just been poking at your food all night.”

“Yeah mom, I'm alright, just wish I could visit Jarolend more often."

Fig hated lying, it always meant that it was just one more thing they couldn't share with their family. But if anyone knew that they were stealing from the scraps, well it wouldn't be pleasant if someone found out.

"I know. Maybe when you have your own money..."

"I've been trying to find someplace to work! But you know how hard it is!"

"I know, I know. Still, if you do manage to get the funds to visit your friend tell her I said hi!"

"I'll tell em."

Their mother might still be getting used to their friend’s new pronouns, as ey had come out close to when ey had left, but it still sucked that Fig had to be the one to correct her. That it felt like for all their mom’s trying, she never really got it. Despite being a changeling, and the concept of gender being fluid, that she thought the only options were girl and boy. Sometimes, it felt like while you could be either, you couldn’t be both at the same time or neither. Which isolated Fig even more as they were trying to figure themselves out. But they knew their mother didn’t mean to, and that she’s trying, so they tried not to hold it against her.

Still, they’d rather not have to correct their mother altogether, but it was how things went. So they started to eat a little bit, ignoring the looks from the rest of their family, and then went upstairs to their room, trying not to feel desperately hopeless at the state of everything. At least they’d have time to tinker and experiment with the robot tomorrow.