#i needed to respond to this

[gayvampyr]

no offense but you guys need to learn the difference between someone implying their experience is universal and a post simply just not being about you

[captainlordauditor]

Captain America and Superman are Jewish responses to the Nazi idea of the ubermensch that ask different, but equally compelling questions in response to it. Captain America asks "what if the ubermensch was real, and he loved Jews?" and Superman asks "what if the ubermensch was real, and he was a Jew?"

[russenoire]

i think this is primarily an american thing, or at the very least an anglosphere (british commonwealth and former territories) thing.

speaking as an american: i am a member of a minority group here. people of african ancestry number ~13% of the population, and this country has done its utmost for centuries to make us feel like shit for existing, to varying degrees.

i have lost count of the americans in general i've encountered who see anime characters as white unless explicitly stated, because 'white' is still considered 'default' in the US even though this hasn't been true from a purely demographic perspective for some time. i'm not even going to get into the wall street journal regularly freaking out about this, or much of the anti-abortion fervor here being driven by this specific fear. the people who draw characters as black just want to see themselves included in the media they enjoy, period. or represented in a positive light for once. my guess as to why we rarely see other racebends is because other PoC maybe don't feel as left out with respect to skin tone representation?

outside the US, this center doesn't hold; this just reads like PoC erasing representations of other PoC. asians are also PoC; their cultures are important as well.

whenever i see serizawa from mob psycho 100 drawn as black because he has extremely curly, pouffy hair...

or hear about people who claim nurugai (indigenous sanka) from jigokuraku,

or mugen from samurai champloo (indigenous ryukyuan),

or anthy from revolutionary girl utena as black,

i wonder. are y'all also reading the characters like this because you don't know that not all asians are pale-skinned with bone-straight hair? anthy actually wears a bindi.

like, how much of this is lack of awareness and how much is desire for honest representation?

in the case of nurugai, american fans took to twitter to complain for days that she didn't 'sound black' in the english dub. this whole line of protest was so unintentionally racist in so many directions that it looped in on itself: nurugai's VA, cassie ewulu, is actually black.

WTF does it mean to 'sound black'?? why savage the casting of an actual black person, who did an awesome job voicing her character, for not 'sounding black'? need i mention again that nurugai is an indigenous japanese girl that people chose to read as black because of her dark skin and pouffy hair? a real-life case of fans imposing their character headcanons on the actors who play them.

the casting of witch from mercury's suletta in english saw similar fuckery; suletta looks like she could be west asian if you squint hard enough, and fans demanded she be voiced by someone with middle eastern ancestry (it didn't happen, and her dub VA jill harris also did a fantastic job despite the initial hate). make it make sense...

white americans who lighten the skin of darker characters emphatically do not have the same aims. they already claim the bulk of media representation in the US; so often when they do this, it's about 'correcting' a supposed imbalance brought on by the presence of PoC where they 'shouldn't' be (as an example, the sheer amount of white folks in the US who are unaware of the historical presence of PoC in medieval europe is, um, distressingly large), or pushing back against calls for more racial diversity on a larger social scale ('keep your "woke politics" out of my entertainment'), or an only slightly more innocent and defensible preference for lighter-skinned characters in general. this kind of shit gets called 'whitewashing' by PoC for a reason; i refuse to call it racebending.

other races? they've been sidelined for so long in the US that they may as well not register in some parts around here. the USA touts itself as a very diverse place, but that diversity is NOT evenly distributed. there are swaths of the country, mostly rural and suburban, where the only place you'll find real live PoC is on TV. or working as unseen domestic/agricultural labor.

outside the US? it gets simultaneously more and less complicated, and can look just as problematic as black racebending in fan art for non-american audiences... especially with respect to anime characters. almost half the world's population is asian and it's just a different kind of erasure.

i would love to see more black characters in anime! but we're even more rare in japan than we are in the anglosphere, and racist anti-black/dark-skin caricatures are not uncommon (terraFORMARS, anyone? superalloy darkshine from one punch man?).

though i'm grateful for whatever decent actual representation black folks get, i would rather see none at all than... whatever ethnicity the otherwise forgettable takeuchi from mob psycho 100 is supposed to be:

i don't read him as black, for what it's worth, but his coloration and little black sambo-redolent character design are fucked. up. what were y'all thinking, studio bones??

this is takeuchi in the manga, btw:

i must add: on this website where saying something at all is frequently equated to silencing others...

my voicing my opinions does not take away anyone's rights to their headcanons. i have reblogged some racebent art! i appreciate the skill of the artist and genuinely like the art, outside of my own complicated feelings about racebending. nuance exists and contradictory thoughts can coexist in one person. so please, do whatever the fuck you want. if anyone harasses you and i see it, i will speak up for you. if i don't love your art, i won't reblog and i will keep scrolling. it's that simple.

this does not apply to cosplay. black anime fans should be able to cosplay any character they want without harassment or death threats... cosplaying someone of an ethnicity different from one's own is not racebending, and it's usually the only option black cosplayers have.

</end rant>

The automatic assumption of so many people in fandoms that every character with a darker skin color = black and every character with a lighter skin color = white. And the absolute outrage that ensues for some reason when artists draw dark-skinned Asian characters as Asian instead of black. More races than just black and white exist, people.

[calware]

[bcforedcwn]

“ get some rest, i’ll be here the whole time. ” for belle

Belle wanted to rest her head so badly, but after the nightmare she just had…it was hard to calm down. Even as her body was begging for her to sleep she looked up at them. This wasn’t the first night she had been struggling. It was obvious from the dark circles under her eyes. Any loud sound made her jump. “I’m sorry you have to keep an eye out for me..:you didn’t sign up for this.” She had to ask for help, and they were the only one she trusted enough to be beside her. Even if she wouldn’t admit what the nightmare was about to them

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

More of my diabetic Steve verse!

Steve, who doesn’t realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.

Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:

Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out

Steve obviously says yes.

Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesn’t want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.

Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.

They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.

“Doing some homework?”

Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.

“Oh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.”

“What’s your… number, is that the correct term, now?”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And let me check.” Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. “I just changed my CGM—“ At Eddie’s confused look, he says, “My glucose monitor. It’s not completely synced yet so I can’t rely on my pod to tell me what level I’m actually at.”

After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.

“Yikes. I’m gonna have to give myself a correction or two.”

Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.

“What’s a correction?”

Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.

“I just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. I’m flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.”

—

The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.

“I made this for you!” Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. “I made you a ‘diabetes guide!’ Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.”

Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.

Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become “permanent.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face. “I understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.”

Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. “We only met a week ago, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. “I know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask. I hope you don’t mind the taste of hamburger.”

Eddie laughs before lunging forward.

—

As they head back to Steve’s apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.

Steve just laughs and says, “I’ve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.”

Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.

[sydmarch]

it's really strange to me how many people I've seen say that the substance is unsympathetic towards elisabeth & disdainful towards woman in general. idk it feels to me like the movie is really explicitly not saying "silly women, isn't it stupid that they're doing this to themselves?" but "isn't it fucked up that our culture puts so much pressure on women that they feel forced to do these things to themselves?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daddy, don't go.

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[firefox-unofficial]

okay guys a rebranding is in order soon. i think my most likely course of action will be to create a new blog as opposed to using this one. ive gotten a lot of very kind messages in my inbox and i appreciate the support from all of you so much. unfortunately the chances of having my original blog returned to me are incredibly slim but i will wait a little longer before doing anything drastic 👍🏻 thank u guys will update

[mikonez]

HI MIEKE TRICK OR TREAT PLEASE :D

HI LEA AND FELLOW NOEL ENJOYER HAVE SOME NOEL

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

OH MY GOD DIFFERENT ANON HERE BUT IMAGINE THAT SHOULDER/NAPE KISSING ASK BUT YOURE TICKLISH ‼️‼️ he'd either be a total dork about it or a complete asshole omg omg omg some days he'd laugh along with you and compliment your giggles, but some days he'll hold you still until you're writhing all over the place + he'll blame YOU??? if he "accidentally" bites you???? cause you're moving too much????? HES SO GGGRFHDGUYAHHHGDAAA

YALL STOP I NEED TO GTS OMG YALL R KEEPING ME UP AAAG but this is so,,,,soooooo,,,,azzdhfsxbj

on most days i feel he'd do a mix of both but i totally get what you mean !! some days he'll be sweet, chuckling and snickering about how you squirm to much while specifically targeting the spot that's MAKING YOU SQUIRM!! lol he's too much, he has the nerve to tease too like "mm ? what's up wit'cha ? quit movin' s'much. m'trynna love on ya" JELSDBKSNL

and then when he's feeling like a dick (which is 99. 9% of the time) he'll sneak in lil chances to bite you and blame you for it talking bout some "s'your fault, keep movin' all over the place." you tell him kissing does not involve teeth and he childishly responds "with you it does, cus you can't sit fuckin' still." he'd snicker about it too cus he thinks he's hilarious, fucking asshole.

[mothsartart]

i can’t believe you’d make me go into space, guillermo

[eastgaysian]

idont care if your durge was having crazy eroguro sex with gorty can you get them to put some pants on and tell me about their sibling relationship with orin. please.

[blueintimeart]

Idle doodles