#cw stereotypes

[crystalsandbubbletea]

A rant about something I looked up and regret...

(CW: Swearing, all caps, very cursed things [AKA personifying countries and shipping them], stereotypes)

So my friend told me about this thing called "Countryhumans", and that friend told me that they had mixed feelings, and also told me to not look it up.

And fellas, I made a fatal mistake.

I looked it up, because I'm built wrong, and all I can say is...

BLLLEEEEEUUUUUGGGGHHHHEEEEEWWWW! WHAT THE FUCK-

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I WITNESSED!?

RUSSIA X UKRAINE!?

POLAND X USSR!?

POLAND X NAZI GERMANY!?

PALESTINE X ISRAEL!?

RUSSIA X AMERICA!?

CANADA X NORTH KOREA!?

CHINA X JAPAN!?

USSR X NAZI GERMANY!?

ALBANIA X SERBIA!?

FUCKING SERBIA X BOSNIA!?

HAVE THOSE PEOPLE EVER TOUCHED HISTORY BOOKS!? HAVE THEY EVER LOOKED AT POLITICS!?

AND A MAJORITY OF THE TIME THE NATIONS WERE BEING STEREOTYPICAL OR STRAIGHT-UP OFFENSIVE!? (i.e: Poland being portrayed as "weak" and "defenseless")

MY THERAPIST WILL BE HEARING ABOUT THIS SHIT-

I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY FRIEND-

FELLAS MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T PERSONIFY NATIONS AND SHIP THEM!? MAYBE LOOK AT HISTORIES AND POLITICS!?

[othersquadsystem]

As a system with high empathy… don’t do this. Don’t do this. Try to be civil with people please

People are different

People have different brain chemistry

People have too much they’re villianized for

People are more complex than stereotypes

People, nobody even, is inheritly evil because of their disorder

Maybe take a second and consider your worldview if you think this is all any person with these disorders are

Edit: Saw someone comment on it so sorry for y’all with HPD in the back back you deserve to be listened to as well as anyone else <3

how the world feels about cluster b

bpd: need me a bpd girl ahah mood swings hahaha crazy girls with daddy issues

npd: a narcissist is anyone who is mean to me ever and i sense them with my Empath Eyes

aspd: exclusively serial killers and psychopaths, they are so evil and terrible

hpd: what the fuck is that

[captainjonnitkessler]

I'm decreeing that nobody is allowed to talk about weight loss or fat positivity or anything related to it unless you first clarify what you think "fat" means. If I have to go through one more conversation with someone who is "super pro-fat-acceptance! I'm fat and I love my body! Being fat can't cause health problems and I'm proof!" and then I find out that they're 15 pounds overweight I will not be held responsible for my actions

Although that is still better than the alternative, which is someone assuring me that weight loss isn't that hard, they got fat over the pandemic but they stopped eating fast food and started working out and they were back to their normal weight in a couple of months! Those doctors tried convincing them that they needed 'medicine' or 'surgery' but they did it all by themselves, and I can too if I just use a little willpower! And then you find out they were never more than 15 pounds overweight (and for SURE no doctor actually recommended weight loss surgery to them)

[punkeropercyjackson]

A rdfem post got recommended to me because apperantly i hadn't been careful enough(at least i got a free blocklist out of it)and the very first line was so out of pocket stupid even by t/erf standards-Their idea of 'women forcing themselves to be presentable' was fucking acrylic nails.Obviously this is stupid period but acrylics are a fashion statement that was created by and continued and mostly influenced by to this day by BLACK WOMEN.It's a way of expressing ourselves,an art even,it's NEVER been about fitting into men's standards and in fact that's always been the opposite intended effect!!They're about what makes US happy,not anybody else

And that's just the thing rdfam always do-They make everything about men and their hatred of woc,black women especially and EVEN MORE SO TRANS women.It's never been about liberating women,it's about policing us.We can't be kiddy and pastel and bubbly and chaotic and indie and hopeless romantics who want to get the princess treatment,we're doing it for men 'even if we don't know it'(an actual thing one of them said to me on my post explaining that my brand of femininity comes from my kind of autism and their idea of 'real womanhood' was The Handmaiden and i WISH i was a kidding)and as if lesbians and aroace women who're like me in this aspect don't exist and they do and three of them are close friends of mine and have also talked about bullshit this is-And yes,all three of them are also woc,one pakistani and two black

And apperantly,we can't be edgy and rowdy and cocky and bitter and blunt and alt and and butch and uninterested in actively pursuing romance either because then we're 'too much like men and not really women so we might as well stop calling ourselves ones'.If we have brown skin or heavy body hair or big noses or other dark and strong features,we have 'biological faults' or whatever the fuck and they brag about hating men until someone realizes they're not a man but a woman and wanna physically and socially transition to feel like one to their full happiness they want them to be men instead.They sexually harras people,they invalidate mspec women for loving men AND lesbians for not liking women 'correctly' according to them because they love nonbinary women and transfems AND rentlessly mock aroace women for not feeling attraction by calling them losers and they don't even draw the line at kids.They use all kinds of slurs and ableist rethoric and are exactly two tippy toes steps away from being t/radwives

Nobody's more obsessed with ruining womanhood than rdfems except chauvinists and even then,they're just another variant of them that happen to have less political power.You're not an ancient greek goddess in women's history,you're grown ass women obsessed with genitals and gaslighting vulnerable young girls into your minions.You know nothing about girlhood and you won't learn until you get all those boots out of your mouths you're choking so hard on you can't speak anything but bullshit

[cosmogyros]

I was in some stranger's apartment the other night, and I was talking to this gay Turkish lawyer about Johann Sebastian Bach while we were waiting for the bathroom, and when it was his turn to go he reassured me "I'm just gonna be SUPER quick" as he stepped into the bathroom, and then he leaned out again and did the "I'm about to take cocaine" gesture at me as if to explain why he was going to be so quick, and I was just like. Sigh. What a typical Berlin evening. I don't care WHAT you're doing in there, dude, I just wanna pee at some point.

[lavendersartistry]

just a quick reminder:

being aroace doesn't mean you can't have relationships.

making a character (oc or existing media character) aroace doesn't mean you can ship them with anyone.

AROACE IS A SPECTRUM.

It is becoming a BIG pet peeve and stereotype to many aroaces (character or irl) when you dumb down the meaning of being aroace.

Being aroace means you have low to none sexual/romantic attraction to someone.

There are MANY identities within the aroace spectrum. Take a minute to read:

Stop stereotyping us. We want to have relationships just like everyone else.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

everbody talks about fucking that weird man but hate the consequences.... well NO MORE‼️‼️‼️ i am taking responsibility as the father of that child

[bugslap]

ayo that creepy british guy in the alley kinda foine

[sollucets]

there's something tragic about you / something so magic about you

khathadome + aquamarine feat. from eden by hozier for @ahxu-laowen

[cartoonybus]

pnf revival hope: no more of this shit

[fumbling-flower]

a worthless conversation: flash fic ════ ⋆★⋆ ════

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.6k

Relationships: Astarion & Shadowheart

Characters: Astarion, Shadowheart, Named Tav

Summary: Shadowheart and Astarion discuss the leader of their strange little group—for better, or for worse.

Author's Note: this was something short that I wrote for fun on a whim and ended up liking. so I shall post it for others to enjoy if they wish!

read here!

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“Shadowheart. Come here, will you?” Astarion said. “Let’s have a little chat.”

She raised her eyebrows at him as he shouted at her from his tent, taking a sip of her wine. It was late, and all she’d wanted to do was unwind after another rough day of roaming around the Sword Coast with a tadpole in her head and a mess of her memories missing. But no—clearly, Astarion had something else in mind.

“What?” She asked. “I’m busy.”

“You’re hardly busy,” he retorted. “Just sitting and looking at the stars.”

“Well, that’s my definition of busy.”

Astarion huffed, staring at her with his arms entwined behind his back. “Fine then. I’ll come to you, I suppose.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, accepting his intrusion. His, hopefully brief, intrusion. “What do you want? This had better be worth you hauling yourself all of the way over here and interrupting my peace.” To her surprise, he sat down on the ground next to her, grabbing one of her many cushions and smushing it into his lap. He then leaned close, and just as she’d become concerned he was trying to hit on her, he surprised her.

“So, Finch.” He angled his head towards the ranger, who was sorting through his herbs in the distance. “What do you think about him?”

[thatonegaybrit]

; reasons myles has been fake claimed ( autism edition )

played with slugs as a kid ??

was too .. happy ..

didn't like the same show that their 8yo autistic sister liked.

said " I'm autistic " instead of " I am a person with ASD "

liked. muted. colours.

wore tights ??

is trying to learn Spanish

doesn't have a caregiver ( apparently parents do not count. /s )

used tonetags

didn't use tonetags

stood still for more than 5 minutes

got worse at being out in public

had too much else going on ( " how did you find the time to be so autistic " )

knew. english.

had thoughts

is queer

had a sense of self that was too complicated

didn't get bullied in school ( homeschooled 💀 )

had good sense of style

wore glasses

expressed desire for facial hair

didn't have short hair

; and many many MANY other things and silly reasonings. gri could talk for hours.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

So, are we going to talk about the fact that Tui based the Icewings - specifically their parenting, due to the Gift of Order existing - off of

Tiger Moms,

which is known to be a racist Asian stereotype or…

.

[punkeropercyjackson]

"Walker isn't a book accurate Percy!!!"You're just saying that because Walker!Percy has a crush on a dark black girl instead of finding white blonde people irresistable starting with his best friend since he was 12 turned girlfriend's incestous groomer then followed up by his own groomers aren't you

[munacy]

Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

A continuation for @stars-a-n-d-scars Part 1 (ignorance) Part 2 (duck)

There is no way this plan can go wrong. It was concocted by the ingenious James F. Potter himself, and James F. Potter does not fail, as a general rule.

"All we have to do, Wormy, is come up with a list of things that gay blokes like, and see if Remus likes those things too!"

Peter's eyes become as round as Galleons. "That's genius, Prongs!"

James is aware.

"Okay, so what goes on the list then?" Peter asks eagerly.

Well, alright, he's not thought that far.

"Hell, I dunno, Peter. How did we know with Sirius?"

"You mean besides the fact that he follows Remus around like a...well, like a puppy dog?"

"No, you're right, Sirius was too easy," James agrees grimly. Then he sighs. "Well, s'not like I'm some authority on queer culture; I've never fancied a bloke before!"

"...Not once?" Peter says slyly.

James tenses.

"...And just what are you implying?"

"That I know that you've given Regulus Black's bare arse a good peek in the lockers--"

"I WAS NOT CHECKING HIM OUT, YOU CRETIN! I WAS TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS THE SAME BIRTHMARK AS SIRIUS!!--"

"--Okay, not helping your case even a little--"

"--AND I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE, YOU BASTARD!!"

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The following morning, they decide to wing it. Winging things has worked out well for them in the past, and the timing could not be better, as Madame Pomfrey has decided to keep Sirius in the Hospital Wing until she rules out a few magical maladies (although, not once has she let James skive off after being lovesick over Lily, which is a genuine illness). It's not often that they can get Remus alone without Sirius attached like a limpet.

"Watch this," Peter hisses, holding a peach in one hand and a banana in the other. "Gay blokes love bananas."

"By Merlin, Peter, I'm beginning to suspect there's a genius hidden under all of that blue-eyed naivety."

Peter makes a pleased expression before turning to Remus at the breakfast table. "Oi, Moony, I've grabbed two fruit, one for you, one for me. Which one would you like?"

Remus barely looks up from his book before selecting the banana with a muttered "thanks".

James and Peter share a look of unbridled glee, then turn to stare at Remus as he chomps away at the benign yellow fruit. His amber eyes finally drift up to meet their combined intense gaze, and he swallows, looking uncomfortable.

"Are you two alright?...You're sort of being… really weird, right now."

James breathes out a bit shakily. "You really like bananas, don't you, Moony," he says unblinkingly.

"Erm...No, not really. Actually hate 'em,” Remus scowls, clearly disturbed by their laser-focused attention.

"What!? Why did you pick it over the peach, then, why?!" cries Peter melodramatically and clawing the air with his hands.

"Because!" Remus yells back, brows furrowing with increasing bewilderment, "Pomfrey wants me to try to get more potassium in! Says it might help with the cramps around the full!"

He looks between James' and Peter's inexplicably devastated expressions, and scoffs, picking up his tray and leaving to go sit with Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald.

"Fuck," James moans.

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"Okay, okay, this is a sure thing," James mutters at rapid-fire. "Gay blokes love ABBA."

"Brilliant," Peter nods, face open and trusting.

"Quick! I hear him coming!"

As Remus enters the dormitory to exchange his Arithmancy book for Ancient Runes, his eardrums are viciously assaulted with the bouncy strains of "Dancing Queen", blasting from their record player with enough magically-enhanced volume to rattle the window pane.

OOH, YOU CAN DANCE!

"WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!"

YOU CAN JIVE!

"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" screams James.

HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!

"IT MAKES ME FEEL MY DEEP INSIDE FEELINGS ON THE OUTSIDE!" howls Peter.

OOOH, SEE THAT GIRL--

Remus casts a wordless spell that goes off with a bang, bringing the record player to a tenth of the volume.

"I fucking hate disco," he growls, storming out of the dorm and slamming the door on his way out.

Peter sighs. "Prongs, maybe he just isn't bent? Wouldn't that be such a shame for poor old--"

"PETE! P-Pete, mate, your foot!"

Peter looks down at his traitorous foot, tapping along—completely of its own accord—to ABBA. "Fuck!" he wails. "It's too catchy!"

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They have one last idea, but neither of them is enthusiastic about it.

"It's got to be you, Prongs," Peter whimpers panickily, "I haven't got the pectorals!"

And Peter, unfortunately, has never been so right.

But what if Remus falls in love with me instead? He's bound to! Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose? Poor Padfoot, he'd be so devastated.

"Don't think about the ramifications just now," Peter interrupts his internal monologue, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's gold-rimmed spectacles. "We've got no choice, Jamie. At this point, it's embarrassing we haven't been able to figure out this very basic thing about our best mate."

James nods reluctantly.

Into the breach.

That late afternoon finds James, alone in the dorm, exiting a gratuitously steamy shower once he hears that snick of the dormitory door shutting, signaling that Remus has returned from Charms Club.

Took the wanker long enough, I'm all pruney now.

"Oh, Reeemuuus!" James calls in a purr, very loosely wrapping a towel around his hips. "Could you come here a second?"

The door opens tentatively.

"Christ, Prongs, it's like a rainforest in here. How long did you shower for?" Remus accuses, his unruly tawny curls already protesting against the humidity. "And why are you showering in the middle of the day?"

James waits until Remus finally makes eye contact with him to take a few slow, deliberate steps closer, looking up at Remus (damn, but the boy just keeps shooting up) from under his dark lashes.

"And...when do you like to take long showers, Remus?" he murmurs.

"Eh? I dunno, sometimes I like to take a hot bath or two after the full." Remus' brows furrow in concern. "You feeling alright, Prongs? Maybe you've got whatever Padfoot has. Where is Padfoot, anyway?"

James steps ever closer. He could touch Remus. He's about to touch Remus. HIs mouth goes oddly dry with anticipation.

"Don't worry about Sirius. Worry about me for a second," he whispers.

Remus' intense golden eyes finally break their gaze as they subtly flick up and down James' body.

"Oh, is that why you called me in here?"

Gotcha, you lovely, queer bastard.

"Why, yes, Remus, I'm dying for you to--"

An exasperated sigh and eyeroll interrupt what would have been a surefire seduction.

"As I've told you nigh on a hundred times, Prongs, wizards don't get skin cancer. That mole on your lower back looks perfectly normal, as I've already said, and I'm not going to look at it again!"

James can only gape at Remus.

He tuts. "I don't have time for this; you're literally fine. I'm going to see if Pads is still in the Hospital Wing."

Remus exits in a whirl, leaving James reeling in the bathroom--wet, humiliated, and, if he's being completely honest with himself, just the tiniest bit aroused.

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"James! James!" Peter bursts into the dormitory with Sirius in tow, moments after James has gotten clothes back on. "Padfoot's out of the Hospital Wing and I've informed him of our mission!"

"Right, mate," Sirius follows breathlessly. "You lot are trying to figure out if Moony's gay, then?"

James moans and put his head in his hands. He feels this close to unraveling. "We've been trying to figure it out all day!"

"Really?? What have you tried?" prompts Sirius eagerly.

"POTASSIUM!" shouts James incoherently.

"Erm--"

"Disco, too, louder than eruption of Krakatoa," interjects Peter mournfully.

"Great--" James suppresses a sob--"Great, rock hard pectorals. Prize-winning pectorals. Boy's unflappable. I have no idea."

Sirius purses his lips, clearly between seeking clarification on the gibberish they've spouted and slapping them both silly. Fortunately for all involved parties, he does neither.

"Lads. Here's an idea. Why don't we just ask him?"

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Thanks to those of you that have stuck around! <3

Part 4: Thirst

[clowncarfullofrats]

I love being an "evil alter" like fuck yea im an evil gay bastard. Persecutor faggotry. I'm a bitchhh and I'll throw a brick at you