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violetteviolence · 2 years

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Catra is a walking “angry latina” or “angry black woman” stereotype depending on how you you see her. And even though she’s humanoid and not fully human, she still plays into these racist stereotypes about angry woc in general bc she’s darker and female. And Scorpia being humanoid but being lighter and woobified by the narrative does look bad. As an afrolatina, this shit from white fans gets old fast. She’s a great character, but there’s a lot wrong with the way they handled her abuse + spop in

in general that just gets ignored or excused. A show having good aspects doesn’t excuse blatant racism and antisemitism.

so first of all lemme start this by clarifying that ur literally talking to a latine. so this isnt "shit from white fans" this another latine disagreeing with u.

but secondly just becayse a character is brown and angry doesnt make her an "angry latine"

but the main point is that latina women are allowed to be traumatized and angry for justifiable reasons about what happened to them. catra is not angry for no reason, her anger is explained AND justified and vindicated by the narrative. we know Exactly why catra is so angry and she has every right to be. the story shows us that in explicit detail. catra is one of the most sympathetic characters in the show and in the end is framed as a hero the same as adora. catra literally fucking saves the world

u can not like a character and thats fine. u can not identify with catra and thats fine. but it doesnt make her character racist. angery latina people exist. angry latina women who are abused and hurting exist. we deserve to see ourselves in media just as much as every ~uwu empath~ character. catra is important specifically becayse she's angry and if u don't see or resonate with that its fine, but it doesnt make her racist.

u can't change the definition of words just becayse u don't like a character. these stereotypes have context. being angry and brown is not all u need for a character to be an "angry latine"

catra literally does not fit that trope by any interpretation and the only way u can see that reading of her when watching the show is if U reduce her down to just her skin and anger and take away all nuance to her character and person. the cast is full of characters of color, catra is neither the only angry person Nor the only character of color. she is literally not a stereotype by any definition and at this point I truly believe u have no idea what that word means and think its "any character I don't like or personally identify with"

let brown women be angry and let abuse have made us harder and angrier. let media explore the complicated and nuanced ways trauma effects us. let us be fucking angry because we have every right to be angry

its not racist to have a traumatized and abused brown woman be angry and lash out and struggle to connect with others. thats literally just real life for some of us.

#jack.speaks #letting ppl think they can understand media criticism was a mistake #none of y'all have braincells #I'm convinced

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collxpsedhexrt · 4 years

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Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

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ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

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i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

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UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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trainwreck (Branjie) chapter 1 - PinkGrapefruit

Chapter 1. she knows she’s got me wrapped around her fingers with a glance

A/N - Hey! So I’ve written a lesbian multi-chapter whats up. This is a fake dating AU and should have about 3 chapters. Special thanks to @freykitten for being the best beta and finally learning how to use google docs and also to @artificialcherubi for being my UK pal and fourth eye. I use terrible Spanish at one point, I’ve been learning it five years and i’d still like to apologise, aside from that - As usual, all characters are my own interpretation and therefore completely fictional, Enjoy!

Brooke dances like a fish in the ocean. Like the salt spray is coating her as she dives through the surface and back onto the stage. She is lithe and lean and feels the music as if she is conducting it herself. Every turn she makes, every rise is calculated perfectly in time to the melodic hum of classical music that flows through the auditorium. It is a Saturday in June and the air is warm like barbecues yet the powerful air conditioning lets a cool undercurrent flow around the dancers’ feet as she jumps and jetěs.

Vanessa wonders how she got so lucky as to be watching Brooke perform. Standing on the sidelines, just close enough to the stage that she can still see the judges react whilst being safely hidden in the wings. She is utterly in awe. It is competition season and it flows through her veins hot, like liquid courage as she absorbs the confidence Brooke has and hopes to throw it back out onto the floor in six numbers time. It is her first nationals. She is unsure of how she can compete with what she’s watching.

As soon as it began, the show is over and Brooke steps off the stage with a sigh of relief and a smile. She unties her pointe shoes with languid arm motions, letting the muscles relax after two-and-a-half minutes of stress. The silk falls away from her easily and soon she is barefoot, nursing a large blister that her toe pads neglected to prevent and catching the gaze of a short, dark-haired girl five feet away. Despite her staring, the girl has not yet noticed Brookes’ attention focused on her, hands rubbing each other in a frenzied panic as she shifts from foot to foot. She turns as she shifts, allowing Brooke to read the paper tacked to the back of her leotard, ‘115, Vanessa Mateo’. She decides this is a sign from the universe that she should be more sociable.

“Vanessa,” calls Brooke from her position on the floor. As she hears her voice echo in the wings she notices how Canadian she sounds among the bevvy of American accents she’s been surrounded with. Since moving to Florida a little over 3 years ago her accent had weakened significantly, but every competition she attends always brings it back with a vengeance. Seemingly reacquainted with reality, the girl’s head snaps up at the sound of her name. Her features are small but bright and Brooke imagines that in any other scenario, they would radiate confidence - it just appears to be lost under the competition lipstick and false eyelashes.

As Brooke changes into more comfortable shoes, worn out black pumps covered in ballet chalk - Vanessa makes her way over, body shaking a little either from nerves or redbull. She supposes it could be both. “Hi, I just wanted to say you were great and I’m almost nervous to compete against-” She trails off as she reaches her, Brooke watching her like a predator watches its prey, like she’s the one holding the cards. Vanessa looks at her, studying the minutia of her face before taking a deep breath and trying to regain the composure she ruled her everyday life with. “I’m Vanessa,” she states, confidence flowing through her movements effortlessly as she holds out her hand. Brooke, being the Canadian stereotype she is, takes it with a tilt of the head. It’s not that she’d never met a polite Floridian before, but she’d never met a Floridian so willing to shake hands. “I know. I’m Brooke,” she replies heartily, chuckling as she does so. “You were great, Brooke” the girl repeats, with less bravado this time, testing the name out on her tongue. “Fucking beautiful to watch.”

Brooke blushes, focuses on the way her shoelaces fall on her ankles in perfect curves, the colour combination of the black on her pink tights. She notices the way Vanessa’s toenails are painted red, which she imagines to be the colour of her soul, and decides she must be a contemporary dancer because her feet aren’t nearly damaged enough for ballet and all the jazz dancers she knows wear shoes. She lets that train of thought take her as far as it will go, carrying her back to the conversation at hand. “Thank you,” she whispers like a prayer because a gorgeous stranger has told her that her dancing was beautiful, that maybe she is beautiful, and she doesn’t know what else to do. She believes that it’s gay panic, she should know by now.

She is snapped out of this by an angry Latina waving a pair of matte black dance shoes in the air and cursing in Spanish.

“VANESSA ISABELLA VANJIE MATEO,” she shouts, voice as loud as thunder but about as threatening as a stuffed animal. “¿GILIPUERTAS, NO TE CRIÉ BIEN?”. Accompanied by some thorough hand gestures and angry furrowing of eyebrows, the whole situation had Vanessa looking like she wanted to cry as, what she assumes to be her mother, hands off her shoes with quiet words. She sits beside Brooke as she slips them on, hands back to shaking as she struggles with the thin laces. With a sudden rush of care for the girl, Brooke gently nudges her hands out of the way and ties them for her, searching for the words to address the situation. She comes up blank.

As she finishes, she notices that Vanessa and her mom have started talking in hushed voices. From her knowledge of French, Brooke can pick out some words, although she is unsure of whether she is intruding in a private conversation. She is about to get up and leave when Vanessa grabs her arm and, as boldly as she can muster, declares “I can’t ‘cause I’m dating Brooke.”

The look she gets before she can even reply is both grateful and apologetic as the shorter girl moves in front of her. From behind, Brooke can really appreciate the height difference. When she’d been sat down, she assumed she’d be a little taller, maybe two or three inches at most, but standing up, she realises it’s at least a head. She finds herself unsure of what she should do with her arms as one is commandeered by the Latina who is again talking in angry Spanish to an equally emotional older woman. She laces their fingers, allows the smaller palm to fit neatly within her own curling around the soft skin. The speaking becomes softer, turns back into English and as she looks up, she meets the mothers’ eyes. “How would you feel about Sunday dinner, Brooke?” asks the woman, all calm words and easy smiles now. Brooke is startled, confused and, to be fair, a little scared by the question. It is all she can do to nod along and when Vanessa’s number gets called, she is kissed on the cheek and left to her own devices as her mother follows her step in the direction of the stage.

Once they are both far away enough, she grazes a hand over her cheek to feel the greasy lipstick mark that was left behind. Her cheeks are warm and she imagines the rest of her body is in a similar state because she is so unreasonably confused by the whole affair, the last ten minutes feel like a blur of sandalwood perfume and Spanish.

She leaves her bag in the wings and moves to the auditorium to watch Vanessa dance; the movements are fluid and fiery and she is certainly a jazz dancer because Brooke doubts that her body could move slow enough to convey all the hidden meanings of a lyrical piece. She finds that she is fine with sitting there and watching the dark-haired dancer lay it all out on the floor - ballet may be beautiful, but this is heart racing, head spinning gorgeous.

It is hours later, when Brooke is still confused and Vanessa still a little flustered, that the two find each other again. Vanessa placed third in the senior solos with Brooke finishing a happy first place, ecstatic about her win but perhaps a little regretful that she beat out the Latina for the top spot. Vanessa seeks her out in the changing rooms, hurries a small card into her hand and a chaste kiss onto her cheek, for the sake of her mother watching them, before she leaves. As she thumbs the card over in her hand, Brooke notices the graphic words on the other side:

(813)-445-1988

text me beautiful, V xx

She can feel the confidence burnt into the card, imagines a smirk, similar to the one she held watching Brooke win. With the little self-control she still has, she promises herself to wait and text Vanessa when she gets home. Unaware, her mom just smiles at her daughters’ smile when she clambers into the back of the car.

Brooke: hey, its brooke

Brooke: from dance

Vanessa: hey beautiful

Brooke: i’m confused

Vanessa: of course u are

Vanessa: look, im sorry but i panicked. i told my mom we’re dating to stop her from tryin to set me up with this ballet dude

Vanessa: just play along and come to sunday dinner

Brooke: fine, but it’s not that easy

Vanessa: thank you

Vanessa: wdum

Brooke: we’ve got to have a plan, for questions

Vanessa: we’ve been dating for three months, met at the firefly comp a few months back cos u were watching, first kiss on the first date, amusement park blah blah u get it

Vanessa: wear something hot (but not too hot bc grandparents)

Brooke: just text me your address

Vanessa: googlemaps.png

Vanessa: thanks again, ur a life saver

Brooke: it’s fine, you better make it up to me though.

Vanessa: see you sunday babe :)

Brooke smiles into her sweater, allows her feelings to bubble in her like a hot air balloon. She thinks she’d like to watch the sunrise accompanied by those red-painted lips whose owner she can’t seem to get out of her head - wonders if that could happen one day. Sunday better come quickly.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #fake dating au #trainwreck #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome #submission

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myerstumbluh · 6 years

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1. How old were you the first time you fell in love?: 14

2. Name the first person who broke your heart: does fuckin Go Diego Go's sister fuckin sister count?

3. How many different best friends have you had in your life?: uhhh

4. Do you have a best friend?: yES

5. Do you have any specific talent?: pFT NO. i mean i occasionally sing but like,,, not well

6. Do you fit into any stereotypes? : i'm your token angry black bisexual latina

7. What’s your sexuality? : im a bi mess

8. What’s your favorite animal?: koalas? or maybe just puppers?

9. What are your favorite pet names?: well i dont like baby or like bbg bc thats gROSS AND HETTY

10. What do you think love is? : BABY DONT HURT ME DONT HURT ME NO MORE

11.When did you discover your favorite band?: i don't have a favorite band at the moment but I'm reflecting on my emo phase from 7th grade catholic school

12. Do you want to get married?: y e s

13. Do you want to have kids?: Y E S

14. When did you have your first kiss?: 7th grade, catholic school, closet.

15. How did you lose your virginity?: i havent lost my virginity bc i dont lose

16. Have you been cheated on?: no

17. How many times have you fallen in love, requited or not?: oNCE N STILL AM

18. Have you ever rejected anyone?: that kid in 1st grade lmao

19. Have you ever cheated?: no IM A LOYAL BITCH

20. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?: no

21. Do you prefer the romantic or sexual aspects of relationships?: can i say both?

22. What’s your favorite thing about your significant other?: EVERYTHING BUT IM GUESSING THAT IS NOT A VALID ANSWER,,,

23. Do you have a significant other?: YES

24. What’s your favorite thing about your best friend?: THAT SHE IS MY S/O

25. Do you want a significant other?: ALREADY HAVE

26. Do you like anyone?: MY GF

27. Who was the last person you loved?: MY GF

28. Do you have a celebrity crush?: most definitely naomi scott and joe keery

29. Name a song that makes you want to fall in love:*insert any mushy 70s mexican music here*

30. Do you think you’ll be happy later in life?: i fuckin hope so

#im a bored bitch

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