#poc men

[stafdash]

for every POC middle schooler whitewashes themselves to be popular and an angel loses its wings.

[gothicrocks]

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎. 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

[mxkohellbreaker]

NEVER POSTED THIS BUT IMG I LOVE THOS PIECE SM AND I MADE IT IN LIKE DECEMBER I THINK—

[djwaglmuffin]

Am I the ONLY one that wants to see MORE WW x Male POC ships?

I’m in an interracial marriage and it kind of bothers me there isn’t more of this.

There are various reasons as to WHY this might be the case, but I’ve noticed that interracial relationships are more prevalent among LGBTQ+ stories. 

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking: BLECH. HET. also: BLECH. WHITE WOMEN!! But I really think there needs to be MORE of this and not just in the occasional stray commercial, no. I need a big budget movie where the romantic arc is dominated by this couple dynamic. 

Especially at a time when irl relationships are being threatened by white supremacists. 

[jodielandons]

NOAH LYLES pulls out the Blue-Eyes White Dragon and Exodia the Forbidden One Yu-Gi-Oh! cards before winning all of his 100m races at the 2024 Olympic trials

[jude-us]

trans boys of color I love you all so much. You’re not a freak or an aggressive monster or a mistake. I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much bullshit from people in your communities but you’re perfect and whole and you’re gonna be just fine.

[lizzieolseniskinda]

LOGAN HOWLETT - should’ve said something

x FEM!reader (POC!friendly)

(requests open)

SUMMARY: logan doesn’t do breakfast with other people, he barely even eats breakfast, but he made an exception for you. only you don’t show up.

WORD COUNT: 1046

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: fear of spiders, english is not my first language

KINDA PROOFREAD (14 SEPTEMBER)

logan didn’t necessarily want company, he wanted peace and quiet. especially in the mornings. he usually prefers to keep to himself, spending the first few hours in some quiet place before dealing with other people.

but you - there was something about you. maybe it was the way you just waltzed inside his life despite his rough exterior. sure, you talked a lot, but he didn’t mind listening to the sweetness of your voice. you just… existed. and for some reason, he found that he didn’t mind being around you.

yesterday, he’d asked you if you wanted to have breakfast with him, it had been casual, offhanded even. he grumbled something to you about ‘needing a decent breakfast,’ and you agreed with a smile and a ‘sure, i’ll be there.’

this morning, he found himself sitting at the kitchen table, waiting, for you, but you never showed up. a plate of scrambled eggs were in front of him, waiting. he wasn’t one to watch the time, but after almost an hour passed, his irritation started creeping up. where were you?

with a loud huff, logan shoved his chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the floor, it echoed in the mansion. half of his mind told him to leave it alone, and let you do your own thing, the other half told him that you weren’t the kind of person to just back out without saying a word. not when you’d agreed to do something.

he grumbled under his breath, and made his way through the halls toward your room. the mansion was mostly quiet this early on a saturday. a few students were moving about, going to the library to study for upcoming tests, or grabbing a bite.

when he reached your door, logan hesitated for a second, trying to listen if he heard any movement. he thought you probably just overslept. he knocked, hard enough to get your attention if you were asleep. “hey, you in there?”

he didn’t get a response.

logan’s irritation was now mingling with something else, concern. he pushed your door open when all of his patience left him. the hinges creaked slightly. “i asked if you-“

logan stopped his sentence, as his gaze landed on you. you were sitting up in your bed, eyes wide and fixed on something in the corner of your room. your blanket was laid in your lap, your hands gripping the edges tightly. you didn’t even spare logan a glance when he walked in.

logan’s eyes followed yours, and then he saw it. a spider. a huge, damned spider clinging to the wall, opposite of your bed.

“you’re kidding me,” logan muttered under his breath. “that’s what this is about?” he couldn’t deny, that thing WAS HUGE.

you blinked, acknowledging his presence. but you still kept your eyes on the spider. “i didn’t want to scream,” your voice wavered. trying not to cry or scream.

logan took a breath, seeing all of this made him glad you didn’t ’stood him up’, even though it wasn’t really a date - but it kinda was, for him at least.

he crossed the room quickly, his steps could be heard on the floor. “you shoulda said somethin’.”

“didn’t want to bother anyone… or you,” you swallowed hard, barely managing to shake your head, scared you would lose sight of it.

you caught him off guard. “bother me?” he asked you, his tone was sharp, but not unkind. “kid, you think i’d get upset ‘cause of a little bug?”

normally you would’ve said something, ‘it’s not little!’ or ‘don’t call me kid, it’s weird.’ but nothing came out of your mouth. your eyes were still locked in the creature, as if it might move any second.

without another word, he stepped up to the wall. he raised his hand. “don’t kill it!” you yelped, what if that thing had eggs and everything would come out when it died and then you’d have an even bigger problem.

“huh?” logan was confused, but decided to not press further. he grabbed an old, discarded magazine from your desk and decided to scoop it up and toss it out the window. “don’t let it live! it could come back,” you whispered clasping your hands tighter.

“i can’t- what do you-” logan sighed, cutting himself off twice. he decided to pick up the bug on the magazine and walked outside your room. you frowned as he left without a word, with trembling legs you stood up from your bed. you were already dressed when you spotted the spider on your wall; all you needed were your shoes. quickly, you slipped them on and followed him outside.

logan walked outside the mansion and dropped the spider, quickly stepping on it. “there,” he said, checking to see if he saw the thing move. “it’s dead.”

“now it can’t come in your room anymore.”

you let out a shaky breath als your body relaxed fully. logan glanced over at you, “you alright now?”

you nodded slowly, but there was a quiet apology in your eyes as you made eye contact with him. “i’m sorry i didn’t come to breakfast.”

logan crossed his arms over his chest, looking directly at you. at how the morning sun was shining against your skin, the way your eye colour was more visible in the light, your hair slightly messy with the soft breeze. “i wasn’t mad or anything, i just didn’t know where you were,” logan explained.

you blinked, and nodded. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you think i flaked out or anything. i just-“

“you don’t gotta explain,” logan cut in, “next time, just say somethin’. don’t sit there scared outta your mind for no reason.”

you silly nodded your head. “thanks, logan,” you said.

he grunted in response, his usual logan way of acknowledging something without making a big deal out of it. “don’t mention it.”

there was a silence, a comfortable silence. “you still hungry?" logan asked, almost reluctantly. you gave a small smile. “yes, i am.”

“meet me in an hour in the kitchen, i’m making brunch,” logan said as he walked away, not waiting for your response. “i ain’t waitin’ an hour again,” he winked toward you.

[nibeul]

call me crazy but maybe they should stop making documentaries about serial killers. especially when the victims’ families weren’t consulted or compensated. just a thought

[genderqueerdykes]

if you are a person of color and are struggling to understand or express your own gender because you do not and/or cannot conform to white beauty & gender standards you're not alone and you do not have to warp yourself to suit someone else's narrative- every culture on this planet has their own relationship with biological sex & gender and you do not have to mold yourself to suit gender roles that literally just don't exist in your cultures, or don't make sense to you

you do not have to try to change your face, hair or body to match standards that don't apply to you. you are allowed to approach gender in your own way, in whatever ways make sense to you. it's your life, your gender, your culture, your expression. you don't have to screw yourself over like that. good luck in finding the real you, you'll find them

[blorpingtonn]

Reminder that you are not inherently a terrible person just because you're a man/masculine. You're not disgusting, you're not a villain.

[prussianbluevelvet]

Still seeing feminists in 2023 claiming that ‘emasculation isn’t real’ and it’s still baffling me.

How can you look at the lived realities of Asian and Jewish men and think “yeah these men totally aren’t emasculated and viewed as lesser males or less masculine than white men and it’s totally not dehumanising or racist or anything 😌” like. Racism against MOC doesn’t always look like portraying them as aggressive or dangerous, it can also look like viewing certain types of minority men as ‘failed’ men and ‘lacking real manhood’ as a dehumanising tactic. Myths about Jewish men previously portrayed them as having periods and being ‘basically women’. Asian men are fetishised and stripped of their manhood frequently by K-pop stans and people online who don’t realise that masculinity and gender roles look slightly different in non-western cultures.

Also… trans men. Who are FORCEFULLY emasculated and feminised against their will, by genocidal bigoted conservatives, and sometimes even somewhat by other queer people telling them to ‘tone down’ their non-toxic masculinity to avoid making others uncomfortable, making themselves dysphoric and detached from their gender identities to remain palatable.

What about disabled men? Are they not also viewed as failing to achieve proper manhood? Are they not also emasculated and viewed as ‘un-male’ or ‘less male’?

Minority men absolutely can and do experience emasculation. And it’s not ‘toxic’ or misogynistic to bring it up. Feminists who care about POC in particular should not be pretending otherwise.

[rottingflowrs]

The cod fandom is so fucking white what even .The Gaz erasure is so gross .a lot of you don’t even try to hide it .Don’t get me wrong you can write about whoever you want but to title it is as 141 X reader and then not include gaz is just disgusting .

[mggsv]

Satoru enjoyed getting his hair cut. Who wouldn’t love the fresh feeling of a haircut? How light his neck feels when the hair that covered it finally gets cut off. He’d be a mess, letting his hair grow out, doing his best to hold it up with headbands but soon it started to out grow those, too. A damn shame.

Getting his hair cut wasn’t the only benefit, though. Satoru had another reason he’d let his hair grow out. Just to see you. You were his favorite barber. The first time he came in was when he first moved to the area. A nice calm place to start as a teacher. He wanted a fresh start and you gave it to him. Your beautiful skin caught his attention. The thick curls you sported, your plump lips..your hips- hell, everything. Satoru was entranced. He glanced over your tattoos while you cleaned the chair in the middle of the room. It was just you.

“Coming for a hair cut?” You raised your brows up at him.

He was at a loss for words. Nodding, he stepped forward. “…I am.”

He enjoyed the way your hands ran through his hair. The way he quite literally let out a breath once you held his head back to stare at how you’d cut it. You were staring into his blue eyes, but they couldn’t stay off of you. And in the mirror across from him, he watched as you got to trimming. Heaven, that’s how he could describe it. He knew from that moment then he just had to have you.

The undercut you left him with was..impactful to say the least. The way you ran your fingers across it, satisfied with your work, Satoru wish his hair was longer. After paying you he definitely became a regular. Why? He enjoyed your hands in his hair.

Not only did you get his hair right, you were a fucking beast.

“Take it-“ He’d gasp, holding onto your hips to steady them. “Don’t run from it baby, gonna fuck my hair up.” He thrusted into you at a somewhat fast pace, the usual for Satoru. Your body was on fire, straddling him in the chair of your shop while riding his cock. The clippers in your hand testing your skill to the max.

“…Toru-“ One hand in his hair while you tried your best to finish the undercut you loved so much, the clippers shutting off suddenly while you felt your orgasm hit.

“Baby..im gonna be a mad man if i have to go bald.”

divider @/cafekitsune | I REALLY LIKED WRITING THIS LMAO

[jodielandons]

NOAH LYLES after winning his first 100m World Championship gold medal

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

ngl being a trans man and being sidelined in the media and being treated as 'brainwashed little girls' or 'privileged aggressive men' pisses me off so much, especially with how the gender binary and essentialism is wrapped up in progressive or patronising language. it is depressing to see the media portray trans women as predators, nonbinary people as 'special little snowflakes' and trans men as brainwashed girls generally forgotten about. none of us are benefitting from this except the societal structure that the media is a part of. I do not gain privilege as a man because my transness exists. I don't know if it's just me, but there is an unspoken level of transandrophobia that people just don't want to acknowledge.