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Nephilim - Chapter One
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Ineffable Dads AU || Crowley and Aziraphale are already married
Warnings: child abandonment
Word Count: 1k
Disclaimers: Nephilims are typically human/angel descent, but this will be my own take. Arden is AFAB non-binary, the picture I’ve used to depict them is exactly what Crowley found them in, hence his original assumption.
“Okay, okay, Angel just wait for me to get there, I can tell you’re excited about this, which usually means talking until one of our phones dies, so just give me fifteen and I’ll be there.” Crowley spoke into his phone, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on as he went out to Bentley.
“Okay, okay, if I haven’t popped by then.” Aziraphale chuckled on the other end of the line.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Crowley shook his head and hung up, a fond smile playing at his lips as he started up his beloved car, pulling out of the drive of his flat.
“The hell?” He murmured minutes later, passing by the park as he always did, but this time he noticed a child sitting right by the fence, seemingly just watching cars, but their mismatched eyes landed on the Bentley and it seemed to throw them into a fit of giggles. “Looks like you have an admirer.” Crowley said to his car, pulling to the side and quickly getting out and across the road.
“Hey, kid; where’s mum and dad?” He asked, hoping they were old enough to understand him and talk, he never could tell with humans. But the kid, a girl he figured out from her long hair and pink dress, simply raised her arms up to him. “Oh, dear.” He said, an eyebrow cocked as he picked her up. “What’s your name?”
“Arden!” She laughed, her small hand lightly patting his tattoo, and he couldn’t help to smile as he settled her onto his hip and began to walk around, looking for anyone missing a child. But as the sun set, and people began to leave, nobody came up to claim Arden.
“Okay, well, d’you like books?” He was answered by aggressively fast nodding. “Message received.” He chuckled, keeping her from falling out of his arms as he walked back to the Bentley, miracling a car seat into the back of the Bentley and strapping her in. “Whoever invented these ridiculous buttons better be in the farthest corner of Hell.” He grumbled, but smiling when Arden just nodded and affirmed his thought. “Clever thing.” He praised before closing the door and getting into the front seat. Hopefully Aziraphale hadn’t burst in the time Crowley took.
“Crowley! There you are!” Aziraphale called out when he heard the door open.
“Hey, Aziraphale! Sorry, I found this little girl-” Crowley was cut off by two hands grabbing his cheeks, Aziraphale watching curiously.
“No!” Arden said, “notta girl.”
“Boy?” Crowley asked, watching as they shook their head.
“Neither?” That earned him a squeal of delight and another round of aggressive nodding.
“Arden, you’re gonna fall, stop that.” He fussed lightly, fixing his hold on them. “Okay, I found this kid at the park up the road, waited until all the parents left before I did, no one came up to claim them.” He said to Aziraphale who was trying to coax Arden into his arms, his eyes full of love and awe as they settled onto him.
“I’m sure there will be an alert in a few hours, a tired parent probably didn’t notice you had them.” He said, stroking their light brown hair from their eyes. “Oh, Crowley look, such pretty eyes.”
“Almost like ours.”
“Yes, almost. Are you hungry, sweet thing, er, what was your name.”
“Arden!” They giggled, wiggling to try and get down, done with being held and taking off in a sprint to the small children’s section Aziraphale had.
“No running please!”
“Oh yeah, nearly gave themselves a concussion when I asked if they liked books, you saw how they nod, full body nod, I swear.”
“Indeed, appropriately hyper it seems.” Aziraphale chuckled, “Arden, how old are you sweetie?”
“Five and a half!” They called, arms full of books as they made way to Aziraphale’s desk.
“Oh, look at that, they’re basically you.” Crowley teased, going over to Arden and picking them up to put them into the chair since they weren’t letting go of any books any time soon.
Aziraphale chuckled and went upstairs to see what it was he had that a five year old could eat. “Crowley, I’m not sure I have any food that is best for their age.” He called down.
“What about Nina’s, I’m sure she’s got something.” Crowley called out, sitting next to Arden so he could keep an eye on her, and Aziraphale’s beloved books.
“Perhaps, I will run over and ask!”
“I like him!” Arden exclaimed happily when Aziraphale had left.
“Yeah? Me too,” Crowley felt his heart swelling with love, miracling a hairbrush into his hand. “Is it okay if I brush your hair? It seems the wind messed it up.”
“Mhm!” Arden hummed, “gently please.” Crowley nodded, carefully making sure not to tug their hair as he brushed it, apologizing each time he had to pull a little hard.
“I’m back! Nina had some chicken nuggets and a box of mac and cheese. Does that sound good Arden?”
“Yes sir!” They giggled, looking up to Aziraphale, who smiled as he looked at Crowley and the child, Arden perched in his desk chair, Crowley sitting besides them, slender fingers working a brush into their hair gently as they read over Little Monsters by David Williams.
With a quick ruffle of Arden’s hair, not messing it up terribly, and a kiss to Crowley, Aziraphale went back upstairs to his flat, beginning to cook dinner, sending Crowley a text when it was ready.
“Alright little duck,” Crowley said, standing with a stretch before he picked them up. “Dinner’s ready for you.” He carefully brought them up the stairs and into the quaint dining room. Sitting them down in front of the food and going to stand by Aziraphale’s side.
“No alerts on my phone.”
“None on mine… you don’t think,” Aziraphale left the last part unsaid, not wanting to think it true.
“If they did, I’ll drag them down to Hell myself. They’re too pure, didn’t really acknowledge me when I asked where mum and dad were.”
“Perhaps it’s not mum and dad? Maybe some other relatives?” Aziraphale tried to give the benefit of doubt.
“Still hardly excuses the lack of an alert, it’s been three hours.” Crowley frowned. “Are you okay with them sleeping here or should I bring them to my flat?”
“You both can stay here,” the angel said simply, holding Crowley’s hand, “you know I adore your company, and Arden is perfectly welcome as long as they need to be.”
#good omens#crowley#tdkab#thedemonknownasbilly#aziraphale#anthony j crowley#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#azicrow#good ineffable omens#ineffable dumbasses#ineffable dads#ineffable spouses#ineffable husbands#gn oc#gender neutral oc#nonbinary#nonhuman
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In Quebec, the number of young trans people is increasing, and the lists waiting times for specialized clinics are getting longer. Eight months in Meraki, a year in Sainte-Justine.
"Do you have an appointment with that today?"
"With Doctor [Retracted]..."
"We'll open your file, if you don't mind. I have a little information, but I'm missing a little."
There is another option: private.
"You see here, there is a sexologist's office, and for $115, we offer a consultation. And at the end of the consultation, we can have a letter of recommendation for hormone therapy. It says it may take a session or two to get the letter. It's private.
We received a message from a mother, who told us that [her] daughter told her about that doctor."
This general practitioner sees the patient and prescribes, without referral from another healthcare professional. The clinic is private. It is the patient who pays.
This is where we took Sasha back, interpreted by a 14 year old actress.
"Sasha would prefer to go alone, is that correct?"
"Yes, yes."
She will tell the doctor that she identifies as trans.
"So, I'll give you this. There is a pencil here. You can go through the document, initial it, or you must sign where you need and everything."
She must read and sign as seven-page form which describes the side effects, sometimes permanent, of testosterone before entering the doctor's office.
This is the first time this doctor has seen the patient. She quickly gets to the heart of the matter.
"You can tell me, a little deep down, since when you know you're not in the right body? Is it in childhood, is it more in puberty?"
Sasha reports that she doesn't like her body and that she was getting vomited at age 12.
"At one point, my mother grabbed me. She took me to see a psychologist. That's when they said I had an eating disorder. I told myself that it couldn't be eating disorders, it didn't make sense in my head. But at 13, I came across a video, of a trans person in fact, who talked about having eating disorders, but in fact it was because she was in the wrong body. At that moment, I really recognized myself in this person."
The doctor then asks if she has the support of [her] parents.
"Your family... did they understand a little of what's going on?"
"Yes, they understood a little."
"Do they know you're here today?"
"Yeah."
Five minutes into the consultation, she addresses the question of surgeries.
"Are you considering surgeries in the future?"
"Surgeries?"
"Yeah."
"Gender?"
"Mastect. Mastectomy, removing the chest."
"Yeah."
"There are other surgeries that exist. We have a uterus, at the bottom with ovaries. So basically, it's possible to remove, it's something that can sometimes cause dysphoria."
Testosterone can make a woman infertile. The subject of fertility is the subject of a question.
"Is fertility, I understand that it is perhaps far away for you at 14, but is fertility something you want to maintain before you start?"
"No. I always knew I didn't want children."
And finally, less than nine minutes into the consultation:
"Basically, the logic right now, I still prescribe hormones today in theory. Because the logic is that, basically there is nothing in your balance sheet that would stop me from giving you hormones basically. I'll start at one dose, it's not a mini-dose, like an intermediate dose between adults and..."
"... non-binary, let's say."
"No problem. The best is yet to come."
The consultation lasted less than 17 minutes. The side effects of testosterone do not have been addressed, which may seem surprising.
Confronted with this fact, the doctor told us that: "... a medical consultation cannot be evaluated in terms of duration, but rather in terms of quality of the exchange of information..."
#Canada#Quebec#medical corruption#medical malpractice#medical scandal#testosterone#cross sex hormones#wrong sex hormones#gender ideology#gender identity ideology#queer theory#intersectional feminism#gender affirming care#gender affirming healthcare#gender affirmation#religion is a mental illness
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Guys, gals and non-binary pals, I have caught up on my inbox!
Thanks for all the thoughtful messages and interesting asks, unfortunately also had to delete a few from trolls (I think a few of us got these from people who were quite aggressively pushing the idea that Karlie and the girl squad were a PR strategy…🙄)
Reminder that you will never get a response from me if you are trying to force an opinion on others or just want to belittle or hate on people with different beliefs to you. Also, in case I haven’t said it before, I won’t be discussing anything about Taylor’s relationship with her parents, her own parenting, any potential past relationships or anything considered too personal or invasive (by my own judgment). I’m here for kaylor content and anything these two do professionally, as well as other cute and interesting gay shit. And to the sweet lovely person who said they take what I write as gospel, please don’t, I post that stuff to encourage discussion and invite discourse, not be cause I think I have all the answers (I don’t!).
One message I didn’t mean to delete was from an anon who sounded genuinely confused about what some people throw at us with such venom and conviction. Sorry I deleted your message, anon, let me say this to you:
1. Sadly, a lot of people hate kaylors (swifties and gaylors alike) and will express this quite vigorously so if you’re new here, I’m sorry to say this will happen periodically.
2. When it does, remember you don’t need to dignify hate with a response. If anybody calls you stupid or crazy, just walk away. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, I AM NOT HERE TO CONVINCE ANYBODY. Believe whatever you like but this is a kaylor safe space.
3. You were asking about the ‘Karlie and the squad were PR’ anons. Honestly, I have no problem with people believing that if that’s what they’re convinced by. I will just have to disagree. In case you were wondering how to react to people presenting ‘facts’ so aggressively, let’s look at them. (Note, none of my trolls presented any actual facts or evidence, just opinions).
4. If anybody presents me any new actual information, I will look at it. That’s how critical discourse works. I have to say that not a lot I see has changed my opinion though. Yes, Tree started working with Taylor in 2014 which was the time of the girl squad. Yes that was a change in public image, possibly to get rid of the ‘serial dater’ image her previous PR team had created. But that’s where the facts end. If the VS fashion show to immediate best friends pipeline looks weird or fabricated, that’s because it was. That I will agree on. But it seems more likely to me that that was because this was a launchpad for the ‘gf as bestie’ story because Taylor was sick of hiding her love away totally and that was a middle ground that worked for a while. If people want to believe that a PR team would hire a gay woman to play another gay woman’s best friend to get rid of the boy-crazy image that said gay woman had because she had too many short-term beards, but also to make her casual gf jealous… sure, believe that if you want but don’t call us crazy next time. And in terms of it ‘working’, no it didn’t work, much the opposite actually. Taylor never lost so much of her ‘relatability appeal’ than when people thought all of her friends are rich white supermodels. She built an image on being the girl next door/ the one on the bleachers/ not the cheerleader/wears jeans and T-shirts and could be your bestie that a lot of other girls could relate to. She lost a lot of that in the girl squad era when people were suddenly shocked that a beautiful rich woman is mostly friends with other beautiful rich people. So, no, it did nothing for her image if that was the plan. And btw, although the squad may have disappeared, Taylor is still friends with all the same people now that she was shamed for hanging out with then. Lily, Cara, Martha, Gigi - she may not walk the streets with them anymore on a daily basis, but she’s very much still friends with a lot of models, almost like her partner works in fashion ;) Hope that answers your question.
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You reblogged a post saying Earthspark has addressed things effectively, so what's your stance regarding the recent discussions about its anti-immigration message?/genq
I'm not sure how I feel about being asked to give an opinion on things people haven't said to me. If somebody sent me an ask being like, "I think Earthspark is anti-immigration, here's why, what do you think?" then I'd have no problem with responding and giving an opinion! But this is like, tagging me into a discussion that I don't really feel like I was involved in/should butt into? On the other hand, you're asking for my opinion directly, and I have seen people publicly saying they think it's anti-immigration in the show's tag, so I guess maybe it's okay if it's like, a public discussion. Plus, I'm a non-binary, disabled, mixed-race person, meaning the show addresses people who share experiences like mine, and one of my parents is an immigrant...
I wouldn't have reblogged any posts saying Earthspark's handled issues of marginalization successfully if I didn't agree! I think believing that the show is anti-immigration is like… a bizarre reading because it ignores an incredible amount of context and blatant messaging to the audience. The sense I got from when I saw people saying this in the tag is that the reasoning is something like: "It's unintentionally anti-immigration because the transformers brought their war to Earth, resulting in human death, and at least some of the Decepticons intended to colonize the planet. So when the show suggests it's wrong to discriminate against transformers, it falls flat because the immigrants WERE dangerous colonizers all along."
But that's not true. First of all, while yes, the Cybertronians are technically immigrants, when most people talk about immigrants they mean people who intentionally wanted to be in another place, you know? Not people who were stranded. And let's think about why they were stranded. The Autobots destroyed the Space Bridge to sever the link between the two worlds as a last-ditch attempt to prevent further destruction to the Earth and its people. They did this because they KNOW it was a terrible thing to have brought the war to Earth—the Autobots, as far as we know, always knew it was their duty to protect humanity and the planet. They stranded themselves on Earth and potentially destroyed their homeworld for the sake of the Earth. So while of course people might be right to fear Decepticons specifically, transformers in general DON'T deserve to be hated. To hate all transformers is to hate someone for their species, isn't it? Plus, the Autobots since the 80s have been refugees of a war, which they are in this series, too… you know, like many immigrants are in real-life? It's also important to see that Autobots doing morally dubious things in Earthspark—like working with GHOST—have been doing it because they're so desperate to protect humans and have their trust that they have become self-destructive.
I've also seen people complaining about how people find the Decepticons very sympathetic. But… how is that the show's fault? The show extends sympathy to the Decepticons 1) who have chosen to become better people, or 2) are being tortured by GHOST/other humans. Okay? I see no problem with this? Dot drove her car into Swindle's face, everybody. It's not saying self-defense or suspicion is always bad, just exploitation/abuse of POWs. Why are we not celebrating finally having a TF show that is extremely anti-military? The show has blatantly said over and over that it is people's actions that should be judged. The actions of people like Mandroid are not reasonable... it is impossible to justify in any way things like his hatred of the Terrans (who were born on Earth and have never hurt anyone, by the way).
I also want to say that it would be one thing if the show never explored ACTUAL real-world racism or if (shudder) we had some white family as the main characters instead. But this isn't the case. The show has successfully and clearly explored actual, non-fantasy racism multiple times. We saw the microaggressions against Mo and Robby from their teacher at school. We saw Agent Schloder making Alex be his driver and do errands for him. We saw Dot and Alex, fearful at the racetrack, as they're first held in suspicion by the military, then later have to pretend to be grateful. Also, I get the sense that people who think the show is anti-immigration think the show villainizes humans, but like. Half the main heroes of this show are human. Kids watching have great role models in the Maltos... judge people for their actions, not their identity. People deserve a second chance, but might not take it. Advocate for yourself, and when something feels wrong, speak up. I see nothing wrong with the philosophies of the human Maltos, and the experiences of mixed-race human characters are centered and explored excellently? The show presents a range of humans, some heroic and some villainous.
Finally, I think the most important thing I can say here is that when you want to examine the media you consume with a critical eye, that is good. But a critical eye doesn't mean "only focusing on bad things," and it DEFINITELY doesn't mean, "only focusing on tearing down representation of marginalized people as worked on by other marginalized people." What I mean is this: maybe you disagree with me and think Earthspark is bad representation. I don't get how, but you're entitled to your opinion and to share it. But I would implore you and everyone to also consider how much better it is than everything that has come before. I know it's the show that just came out, but if you're going to be this critical of it, remember how much worse everything else is, too: Carbomya in G1. Everything about Cab in Masterforce (extra relevant here since he's from a fictional place in the Philippines)! The really uncomfortable portrayal of (sigh) Una and Chak in BW. Everything involving the Sumdacs in TFA. TFP's main Black character being tortured and the aftereffects being portrayed as a funny joke in the premiere. The Combaticons working for a fictional son of Kim Jong-il in IDW. I could go on and on. I don't mean to say that we should settle for lackluster representation (though I see no issues with Earthspark's representation), but just that, well... it's weird to focus so heavily on the least problematic of all representation in the franchise IMO. And I think that to publicly argue that you are on the side of the people writing things like, "Transformers go home" may not ultimately be serving your communities.
#I think this is part of a trend of marginalized people being overly critical of the work of other marginalized people#while letting works that don't try/are FAR more deserving of criticism off easy. I get why this happens and it's sad every time#I could say a lot more. Point to many more details that show why I don't agree#like reminding people that the show went out of its way to mention that Optimus Prime made Megatron take an Earth vehicle mode#or talk about how the Terrans' mixed ancestry relates to their siblings' mixed-race experience#transformers earthspark#earthspark spoilers#long post#my analysis#...Also... we haven't even seen one full season of this show yet!!! lol
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Broken Souls
I wake up and look at my phone
11:06 A.M.
Uugghh, i don’t what to get up, but i should.
I walk into the kitchen.
‘’Good morning!!’’ Jane says with a mouth full of cereal
I laugh to myself.
don’t eat with your mouth full! I say.
I walk over to the island table and sit down on a stool, and put my head in my arms.
‘’are you ok?’’
.......yeah...Yeah!... just tired
‘’You look sad’’
Yeah...
‘’How can you be sad when mum bought sugary cereal’’.
You know cereal can’t cure people.
‘’It did for me!’’
Haha were you sad before you had breakfast?
‘’Yes!’’
I look up at her, How come? I say.
Mum said i had to tidy up my pillow fort. I made on the couch
Oohhh.....i see.
I go up to my room, i flop on to my bed and turn on some music.
I look around my room, it’s messy, really messy, i should clean it but.....ugh..i really don’t want. I look over to the wall beside the door and see my ukulele on the wall,
Oh........i haven’t played that in months, i turn off my music and get up, i take the ukulele off the wall and sit on my bed and start to play.
Riptide by Vance joy, its so out of tune it sounds like the Star Wars theme song, so stop playing so i put it on the floor.
I lie back down I almost closed my eyes but then i see i picture on my wall, a family photo, a ‘’prefect’’ little family it seems, i sit up and rip the photo off the wall, and shove the photo under my bed. I don’t see like us being so ‘’normal’’ because, one, we are not very normal, and two, its not the same anymore, that photo is from like three years ago, that was before mum and dad told us they’re separating.
My life literally went down hill after that.............
The anxiety got bad, really bad.
And i was in such shock i think i just went numb.
And I try to be there for June and my parents because we are all going through the same this but. I...i just............
I need to stop thinking about this..........mmmm oh! My phone. I open up my phone and see i have a message,
oh...
It from ace,i look at the message
[1:07 A.M.] yesterday.
‘’Hey!!! I know you r asleep but you’ll see it in the morning. Do you want to meet up today? We can go to the park? I have therapy at 11 to 12 but after that?’’
Yeah sure! I say.
Ace is going to therapy, they have been going for like 2 months now,
I’m really glad they are going, because when they were 11 they moved to the same area as me, so we became friends. But they were going to the school in are area and people there where not nice to them, aka bullying, were being body shamed,commenting about they’re looks, and some people thought it would be good to tell them that them being non-binary is ‘’weird’’. When my parents heard this they where talking to aces parents and said maybe homeschooling would be good for a bit until they found a new school, but ace ending up love being homeschooled so yeah.
In so glad that they like homeschooling because it means we can meet up all the time! Because...... I’m homeschooled too!!!!! Well unschooled but they are kinda similar.
I love Ace i love them soo much.
I hop out of bed.
I should get ready.
I walk over to my wardrobe, maybe black leggings? Yes! And a plan white long sleeve shirt, and a shirt, that I leave open.
I get my roller skates, i make sure my phone is charged and i get a bag to put everything in.
Hey mum, i going to meet up with Ace. I say
‘’Can you bring Jane?’’ She says
I give her a pleading look.
‘’Ok fine you don’t have to bring her’’
Great! Thanks mum!
‘’Have fun darling’’. I will, see you later.
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(Pre)Parenthood is a Series of Lessons in Radical Acceptance
Today I missed a call from my OBGYN while I was in session with a client. The office was calling with the results of the quadruple blood test I took last week, which screens for certain birth defects like Down syndrome and neural tube defects. With this being my first baby, I was especially eager to learn the results-specifically the sex of my baby. This call happened to be during my last session of the day before the OBGYN office closed and the nurses left for the day.
Now I am notorious for screening my calls, especially while I am at work and have my phone set to Do Not Disturb. The call rang through anyway and I chose not to answer it while I was in session because I consider that hour sacrosanct for the client. Although I know I made the right choice, this triggered some considerable internal anxiety that required an almost Herculean level of effort to refocus.
The nurse left a non-descript message asking for a call back to discuss the results. I’m not sure why she didn’t leave a more detailed message, as I’d indicated she could on the initial medical paperwork or posted it on the patient portal. I frantically called back after I wrapped up the session, to no avail-the nurse was out for the day. Then I promptly called my husband and messaged my bestie and some family members to prevent what was starting to feel like a full-on meltdown.
And here, I arrive at perhaps my first lesson in patience with this kid-babies (and the people they grow into for that matter) run on their own timetables. After some time (and some tacos), I felt calm enough to do what I always invite my clients to do-I got curious. Why was I feeling so anxious, and about the sex of the baby specifically? Admittedly other catastrophic thoughts entered my head as well, because the blood test included genetic markers for spina bifida and Down’s syndrome-yet these thoughts were tertiary on the list of what ifs bombarding my brain.
(And at the risk of sounding ableist here, I think every new parent to be hopes for the healthiest baby and doesn’t necessarily consider other alternatives unless presented with them directly. I thought that I had already worked through much of the old stories around my “advanced maternal age” and what that even meant for the possibility of this pregnancy and health of my future child. It seems a lot of old beliefs are being challenged today!)
So I am up late at night writing this because I am concerned about how preoccupied I am with the biological sex of my baby. I live in a culture that is obsessed with binaries, yes, but as a therapist I know that gender itself is just a social construct, an elaborate system of rules and roles, complete with color coded costumes. In my work with transgender clients, including teens and their families, I know how fluid a concept gender truly is. I also know how terrifying that fluidity is for those that don’t understand it, and the painful, humiliating, and violent realities trans folks face because of this ignorance.
I know there is a lot of time and resources being spent on reinforcing the gender binary in this country. I write this on the heels of Kansas passing a bill banning transgender athletes from competing in school sports. Frankly, I think we are focusing on the wrong priorities here when it comes to our children’s mental health at school; this is not new, although I find I am thinking about it differently knowing that one day I will have a school-aged child, and my husband and I will be faced with finding the safest place for them to get an education. (Despite my previous thoughts on the subject, I can see why homeschooling is appealing.)
There is no simple answer to these quandaries, and I am starting to see that this is just a small part of the beauty and complexity of becoming a parent. Even writing that sentence feels inadequate because I know this baby will grow and stretch me more than I can possibly imagine. So, of course I am impatient to learn everything about them—but all the information about illnesses and chromosomes won’t change the fact that they will be who they will be. The lack of control I ultimately have over my child is both terrifying and freeing. Talk about a radical acceptance lesson in patience!
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Hey friend, I hope I can ask a favour from you. I’m a black non-binary lesbian going through a tough phase as Both of my parents are openly homophobic and transphobic. I've organised a crowdfunding to solicit for support to evacuate my home, it's been help for me. Please consider to donate,RT,share to reach a large audience with support . Anything helps at the moment.🙏❤️
Yes of course!!!! Thank you for reaching out, and I’m so sorry you’re in that situation and I truly wish you the best. I’ll be sure to send your message out!
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Rules: Tag 10 people you wanna get to know better!
@bobluvbot tagged me! Thank you for the tag, maybe it's silly but it made me really happy to see it in my notifs this morning!
Favourite time of the year: honestly any time that isnt summer, I don't cope well with the heat at all. Colder months are ideal cause I can just add more clothes but in summer it feels like I need to peel my skin off to stay cool, I live in the UK and our heat is so suffocating I hate it.
Comfort food: it changes a lot but right now it's pasta with butter and cheese, it slaps major ass
Do you collect anything?: Yes! I collect sea glass. When I was around 13 my parents bought a caravan on a site that has a private beach (I know it sounds fancy, it's just a private access) I spent hours on the beach collecting sea glass and I still do it occasionally when I go over there. I have lots of jars filled with it, sometimes I give some to my mum and she makes really cool jewellery with it!
Favourite drink: I have a few, decaf iced mocha with whipped cream (very important aspect of the drink) from Starbucks, blue raspberry tango ice blasts from the cinema, and peach iced tea from coffee boy. All of these are the way to my heart instantly.
Favourite song/artist: oh boy, buckle tf up bitches and bros and non binary hoes (yes, its from where you think it's from) I have an extensive list of bands songs and artists that have been important to me in my life. Music is a very huge part of my life, I can say with 100% certainty that my Spotify subscription is the best money I will ever spend. I can't narrow it down to just one so here are my all time favourite bands; Green Day, one of, if not the most influential bands for my music taste. Blink 182, again very influential I love them so much. Nirvana, and I hate to admit it because I cannot stand to listen to their songs much anymore (thank my ex for tainting them) but they still hold a special place in my heart regardless.
Shameless Spotify playlist plug so you can check it out for yourself if it appeals to you!
Current favourite songs: Beauty Fiend by My Ruin, The Ballad of Chasey Lain by Bloodhound Gang, She's Got The Look by Guttermouth, Slow Ride by Foghat (thank Dazed and Confused for that, and Top Gun for bringing back my obsession with this song)
Favourite fics: again, there's so many that I don't think I could list specific ones if I tried. I have 69 Ao3 tabs open currently (yes I counted and yes that's the real number, it made me laugh for a solid ten minutes) the number of fandoms and pairings is astronomical.
I don't think I can really think of ten people to tag so I'm just going to tag a few, no pressure at all, this is very scary for me because ✨anxiety✨
@wasp-coffee @aaronsmith94 @d4r32bstup1d @abliafina-18782 @mysty-swirl
Also, don't be afraid to drop a message at all, my DM's are open for business whenever (provided I'm not asleep lmao)
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since I posted a Wayfarer fic earlier, I thought I might as well post my OCs here too! I love my cool girlies 🥰 honestly this game is great for creating characters, and has a great story overall 👀 I definitely recommend it if you haven’t played it! (link to the game)
the picrew I used is this
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Selene “Sel” Adellan
Race: Elf
Origin: Child of the Wilds
Gender and pronouns: Non-binary, she/her
Physical appearance: Warm brown skin. Golden eyes. Red wavy hair, shoulder-length that she later cuts short. Taller than average. Has a few non-descript scars from training, and a big one on her chest from the basilisk. Has a raven tattoo and a geometric one.
Mentor: Varyn
Weapon: Whitesting, the Kingkiller
Best stat: Perception
Second best stat: Persuasion
Childhood: As a child of the clan with her parents long dead, Selene's first years of her life were a constant struggle to keep up with everyone else. She didn't truly understand why she couldn't do the things that came so easily to others, and the subtle but constant disappointment in the eyes of the adults around her took its toll. When Cenric arrived the clan gave her over immediately and without consulting her, which left Selene scared, confused, and upset, though she tried not to show it outwardly.
Personality: Selene prefers to observe things silently and unobtrusively, like a hunter stalking its prey. She will take her time and methodically scout an area before heading in, either from stealth or by trying to blend in. However despite all that caution she can also be impulsive, and tends to make snap instinctive decisions, especially when she feels pressed.
She has learned to keep physical altercations as a last resort, both because of Varyn's teachings, and because she's learned the hard way the punishment and risk that come with failed attempts at fighting. She's intimately familiar with the bitter taste of disappointment that comes with failure… but nevertheless she's stubborn enough to refuse to give up. Life has been unkind to her, and at her lowest she comes off as angry, bitter, and sullen, but she's still willing to try and make the best of things. Varyn's training and love helped calm Selene down, and when she's feeling overwhelmed she thinks of her teacher and tries to emulate her.
Choices: Despite bungling her confrontation with Kane and ending up with an injury, her intuition leads her to the chalice. She convinces Marea to give it over with some Tough Truth arguments, but then abruptly decides that she wants to give the chalice to Hera. She doubles down on her decision and keeps gambling with lies that she doesn't have it… but the Count sees through her. She blacks out during the fight with the basilisk.
Because the pact with Lethalis was forged without her knowledge or consent, she feels resentful over it and her helplessness. She’s cold, if outwardly polite, to Zenaida, but has no particular investment in her or her plans. As far as Selene is concerned, all that matters is one Order achieving mastery over the others to end the risk of civil war, and it doesn’t have to be Lethalis in particular.
Which means she has no particular reason to antagonise Quirinus, and his clear competence and cleverness makes her more inclined to bet on him. She finds herself drawn into conversation with him despite her usually quiet tendencies, and is intrigued by his ideas. When he asks her if she would use magic if she could, she says yes.
At the gala she blends in well thanks to her training from Varyn, but she keeps her Wayfarer pendant (a decision she regrets after her argument with Aeran). She talks to Allegra and gets information from her, and also agrees to convey Quirinus’ message to Lethalis. At the end the Lethalis council votes to give up on the Astrial mission.
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Relationships: While strictly platonic, her relationship with Aeran is very close and loving. Selene thinks of him as her family, and has an instinctive and unthinking closeness and trust for him. She doesn’t like being touched in general, but feels comfortable enough with Aeran for many casual platonic touches, and they make a seamless team in battle. She’s patient with him, and plays the good cop to his bad cop routine.
Which is why their argument in Episode 2 cuts her deeply. Aeran’s barbed comments hit all her insecurities, and she’s shocked by his vitriol. She transforms that hurt into anger, and by the time the argument is over so is their friendship. 😭
At the end of the night she goes to Melchior, and to her surprise actually enjoys herself. Selene sleeps with him, and while at the moment it’s just about a physical release of tension, she’s not uninterested in a romance, in theory.
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Magda “Maggie” Sero (formelly Mollen)
Race: Human
Origin: Child of the Sea
Gender and pronouns: Female, she/her
Physical appearance: Olive skin-tone with freckles. Black eyes. Long brown hair, curly. Slightly shorter than average. Has a sea creature tattoo and a Wayfarer one. No scars.
Mentor: Sero
Weapon: Krakenkiller, the Beast Slayer
Best stat: Agility
Second best stat: Persuasion
Childhood: If there’s something Magda hates it’s being overlooked, so she was a VERY loud VERY rebellious child. She genuinely enjoyed all the travelling she got to do, and was very adventurous and bold. While she led a privileged life and didn’t have much to complain about other than her lack of magic, once Cenric found her she leapt at the chance to join him. She viewed the Wayfarers as cool heroes, kinda like pirates but better, and she pestered her family to let her go with him (not that they needed much encouragement).
Personality: Confident, brash, and charismatic, she has both the skills and the luck to justify her arrogance. She likes to take charge and be decisive, and enjoys the physicality of fights and the exhilaration of adrenaline pumping in her veins. She tends to take risks that she refuses to acknowledge as actual risks, and once she decides on a course of action she is too stubborn to listen to other people’s advice. This made her butt heads with Sero a lot, but at the same time she made it no secret that she admires and loves them. As far as Magda is concerned Sero can do no wrong, and any accusations of similarity between the two of them are a downright compliment.
Choices: Magda found Zenaida’s ship from the very beginning, and accepted her offer on the spot. When the Count confronted her and Aeran she stepped up and challenged him to a duel, which she won.
She considers Zenaida her close ally, has no complaints about Lethalis and is happy to be loyal to them. At the gala she blends in seamlessly, and refuses Lady Anaxas’ proposal on principle alone. At the end of the night the council votes to continue on with the mission.
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Relationships: Magda has romantic feelings for Aeran as well as a strong relationship with him, and likes to exchange playful flirty banter with him. However the way she jumps into things headfirst without consulting him first—or at all—bothers him, and she tends to push him too much for answers when he’d rather have some space.
She feels frustrated by Aeran’s “sullenness” during their Velantis stay, and doesn’t understand why he refuses see all the good things happening to them and how well her plan is working. After their argument she flounces off in anger and spends the night with Veyer, both as a fuck-you to Aeran and because Veyer is someone who clearly knows how to have some fun, finally!
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Ava Liranis
Race: Half-Aeda
Origin: Child of the Desert
Gender and pronouns: Female, she/her
Physical appearance: Pale white skin. Topaz eyes. Waist-length straight hair, topaz. Very tall. Her crest is a group of isometric lines in ruby. Has a scar over her eye from a fight. Has a geometric tattoo.
Mentor: Cenric
Weapon: Starsong (she didn’t look into her blade’s past and didn’t name it)
Best stat: Strength
Second best stat: Agility
Childhood: Used to discipline and a warrior’s life, Ava tried to overcome her lack of magic by honing her physical body to the best of her abilities. When Cenric found her both she and her parents discussed things, and decided together that becoming a Wayfarer was the best course of action for her. She left on cordial terms, but none of them expect to ever meet each other again.
Personality: Blunt and with a no-nonsense attitude, Ava’s preferred method of dealing with things is as directly as possible. She’s aware of the effect her obviously strong body has on others, and is not afraid to lean into intimidation, especially since she lacks the patience—and inclination—for the diplomatic approach. She prides herself on her martial prowess, and is confident in battle while still being sensible enough not to start fights she cannot win. After all Cenric taught her practicality among everything else, and Ava eagerly took all his lessons to heart. To this day Cenric is probably the last person left in her life that she genuinely loves.
Choices: Despite her due diligence to the investigation, she fails to find the chalice and instead fights and kills the mysterious monster. When it comes to dealing with the Count she, Aeran, and Rhodarth fight and defeat the basilisk. However Rhodarth dies to the Count, and Zenaida intervenes and kills the Count herself. Ava still steps up and convinces the Viridian Lady to back down, since their forces are clearly superior.
She had zero desire to join forces with Zenaida, and still feels like she was forced into it. Ava makes it no secret that she’s only going along with the mission for the money, and her relationship with Lethalis is cold.
At the gala she wears her bodyguard uniform and makes no efforts to blend in. She scares the rude noblewoman, and accepts Lady Anaxas’ offer… provided the reward is high enough. Ava also punches Quirinus, has zero regrets about it, and refuses to believe it was a bad idea. At the end of the night Lethalis voted against continuing with the mission.
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Relationships: While she enjoys having a teammate by her side that works so well with her in battle, Ava self-admittedly doesn’t really understand Aeran. She often finds herself feeling impatient with his bad moods, and brushes past his arguments to do things her way.
As a result their partnership doesn’t survive the pressures of Velantis. Their arguments become uglier and uglier shockingly fast, to the point where they actually get physical with each other. Ava also finds the letters Aeran was hiding, and they end Episode 2 as enemies. She feels bad over it… but not that bad.
Ava has no romantic or sexual interest in people, and ends the night alone.
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3. I saw a brief clip of an autistic comic (Dan LaMorte) recently saying how he couldn't believe his parents hadn't recognised that he was autistic. Every year for his birthday he asked for 100 red balloons. And every year his parents got him 100 red balloons. A few days later I saw a quote from someone saying parents of autistic children are statistically more likely to be autistic themselves, so aren't always going to be the best people to recognise autistic traits in their offspring.
These resonated with me. We would have been the parents who bought 100 red balloons. We were the parents who, when our youngest wanted to go to Pride and buy a lesbian pride flag were like, yes it's a pretty flag! The poor thing was sending us very strong messages and we were just going with it until they spelled it out to us, and I had to apologise for not getting the hints. (They're trans non-binary now btw, possibly a trans man).
I was the parent who, when my eldest was about 6 or 7 and had a full grasp of the 12x tables, suggested we continue beyond the 12. We ended up making A2 posters in a colour scheme of the times tables up to somewhere in the 200s. It was one of the best times of my life, and the mathematical patterns that emerged were beautiful.
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3 Examples of Racial Bias in Animation Storytelling
It’s not hard to grasp that a white person, while not explicitly or consciously racist in the sense we might usually imagine, is still inherently racially biased because they benefit from and grow up used to white supremacy.” - Scottishwobbly, Tumblr
This is nothing new. This is something POC (People of Color) have been talking about in separate fandoms. Nevertheless, it needs to be acknowledged by those unaware.
This article is not made to say that some of the animations that I will use as examples are bad. But in the hopes that we, as consumers and creators, will do better in the future in handling characters that are POC.
Most often, racial bias in storytelling is when the narrative treats white or light skin toned characters better than darker skin toned characters. The darker skin toned characters are often POC-coded or actual POC.
White creators often do not notice their racial bias in their storytelling as they benefit from and grow up with white privileges and white supremacy. This can also apply to light-skinned POC who have light skin priviliges.
Some of us don’t often see it but real people who relate to the characters of color do. Especially when it reflects from their experiences with racial bias, microaggressions, colorism and flat out racism.
So when they speak up, it’s important to listen to them to unlearn the racial bias we may have in ourselves.
I will be emphasizing “the narrative” for I am criticizing how the story treats its dark-skinned characters and not because I am criticizing the characters themselves.
This article is critiqued by @visibilityofcolor as a sensitivity reader once and then additions were made before publishing. If you’re looking for a Black sensitivity reader, you can contact her.
This article is a 14-minute read at average speed so buckle up. Unless you want to skip to your show mentioned below. External Tumblr Resources will be put in the reblog.
Here are three examples that I was made aware of.
Example #1: The Narrative Treats the Light-Skinned Character at the Expense of the Dark-Skinned Character
Steven Universe was one of the animations that pushed lgbt+ representation in cartoon media. However, there are narratives here and there that showed racial bias.
SU creator Rebecca Sugar was raised with "Jewish sensibilities" and both siblings observe the lighting of Hanukkah candles with their parents through Skype.[1] Rebecca Sugar also talked about being non-binary.[2]
But as a white person, she (and the rest of the SU crew) is not aware of the inherently biased values from growing up and benefiting from white privilege.
One example is the human zoo. There are people that have spoken up about this such as @jellyfax of Tumblr who pointed out that the Crewniverse mishandled a loaded topic and reinforced a white colonist propaganda where the captive humans of mostly black/brown people are naive, docile and childlike in order to subjugate the people that they colonized. .
What I’m here is how a character of color from the main cast is more obligated to the lighter-skinned character.
In the episode, Friend Ship, one fan had spoken out about how Garnet, who had been validly angry at Pearl, was compelled by a dangerous situation to forgive Pearl. Garnet is a Black-coded character. While Pearl is a light-skinned character.
Garnet was mad at Pearl for tricking her into always fusing with her. Then they were trapped in a chamber that was going to crush them. In this situation, they have to fuse in order to save themselves but Garnet refuses to because she was still angry at her.
In the end, they were forced to talk it out, for Garnet to understand Pearl’s reason for wanting to fuse with her and everything worked out well.
The narrative focused so much on Pearl’s self-worth issues at the expense of Garnet’s right to be angry.
Yes, it showed that Pearl is trying her best to make up for it but Garnet should have been allowed to work at her own anger at her own pace instead of being obligated to consider Pearl’s feelings over her own.
I wouldn’t have noticed it until someone had mentioned it. Because it was never my experience.
But it’s there, continuing the message that it’s okay to put the emotional labor on Black people and disregard their own feelings for the sake of the non-Black people who have hurt them -particularly light-skinned women.
White Fragility and Being Silenced White Woman Tears
Again, racial bias in animation storytelling is often not intentional because white creators do not experience it due to white privilege.
Without meaning to, that scene alone shows Garnet as the Angry Black woman trope that is ungrateful and rude to Pearl who then ends up in tears. Without meaning to, Pearl with her light skin, became the tearful white girl trope that had to be sympathized over.
The Angry Black Woman trope is a combination of the worst negative stereotypes of a Black woman: overly aggressive, domineering, emasculating, loud, disagreeable and uppity.[13]
The Tearful white girl trope comes from the combination of the stereotypes of white women being morally upstanding and delicate and therefore should be protected.[13]
Which, unfortunately, many white women have taken advantage of.
These two tropes are harmful to WOC (Women of Color) because they experience the "weary weaponizing of white women's tears". This tactic employed by many white women incites sympathy and avoids accountability for their actions, turning the tables to their accuser and forcing their accuser to understand them instead.
(Image by Виктория Бородинова from Pixabay)
In "Weapon of lass destruction: The tears of a white woman", Author Shay described that white tears turns a white woman into the priority of whatever space she's in. "It doesn't matter if you're right, once her tears are activated, you cease to exist." [11]
White woman tears have gotten Black people beaten and lynched such as Emmett Till. Carolyn Bryant who had accused 14 year old Emmett Till of sexually harassing her in 1955, admitted she lied about those claims years later in 2007.[15]
In Awesomely Luvvie's "About the Weary Weaponizing of White Women Tears", she states that the innocent white woman is a caricature many subconsciously embrace because it hides them from consequences. [10]
In The Guardian’s article, "How White Women Use Strategic Tears to Silence Women of Colour", Ruby Hamad shares her experience:
"Often, when I have attempted to speak to or confront a white woman about something she has said or done that has impacted me adversely, I am met with tearful denials and indignant accusations that I am hurting her. My confidence diminished and second-guessing myself, I either flare up in frustration at not being heard (which only seems to prove her point) or I back down immediately, apologising and consoling the very person causing me harm."[4]
This is not to say that all crying white women are insincere. But as activist Rachel Cargle said:
“I refuse to listen to white women cry about something. When women have come up to me crying, I say, ‘Let me know when you feel a little better, then maybe we can talk.’”[3]
One of the most quoted words in “White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism.” is this:
“It is white people’s responsibility to be less fragile; people of color don’t need to twist themselves into knots trying to navigate us as painlessly as possible.”[3]
When white women cry in defense, instead of taking accountability, People of Color are then gaslighted into thinking they’re the bad guy. This is emotional abuse and a manipulation tactic.
People of Color shouldn’t have to bend backwards to accommodate discomfited white or light-skinned people who have hurt them.
How She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (SPOP) Did It Right
Despite SPOP having good lgbtq+ representations, there are other biases in the show. Such as Mara, a WOC whose only purpose was to sacrifice herself for the white protagonist. There was also the insensitive joke in their stream regarding Bow’s sibling that perpetuated an Anti-Black stereotype which Noelle Stevenson has apologized for.[14]
But the scene I have encountered where the Black character was validly angry and his feelings were treated well by the narrative, came from SPOP.
Bow, a black character, was validly angry at Glimmer, a lighter skinned character. Glimmer made a lot of bad decisions, one of them was using Adora and their friends as bait, without their knowledge, to lure out and capture Catra.
Glimmer tearfully apologized in Season 5, Episode 4. Adora readily forgave her. But Bow didn't.
They faced dangers along the way but the story didn't put them in a dangerous situation where Bow has to forgive Glimmer in order to get out of it.
This was Glimmer's words of apology:
"Look, I know you're still mad at me. Maybe you'll be mad at me for a really long time. I deserved it. And maybe... maybe we'll never be friends like we used to be. But I'm not going to stop trying to make it better. I made a mistake with the heart of Etheria. I should've listened to you and I'm sorry. You get to be mad. For as long as you need to be. But I'm not going anywhere. And when you're ready, I'll be here."
In short, Bow was allowed to take the time to be mad and not just get over it for someone else’s sake. The story validates his feelings and he was allowed to take his own pace. That is emotional respect the story gave to him.
Example #2: The Narrative Gives Better Endings or Portrayals to Colonizers than Their Victims
Avatar: The Last Airbender has handled dark themes well such as genocide, war, PTSD, disability and redemption with great worldbuilding.
However, I never noticed the racial bias in ATLA until people spoke up of the double standards in ATLA’s treatment of light-skinned colonizers compared to their dark-skinned victims-turned-villains.
The characters in question -Iroh, Azula, Jet and Hama- are all flawed and well-rounded in a believable way. But how the narrative treats them is unequal.
General Iroh is an ex-colonizer who gets to redeem himself and not answer for his past war crimes, living a peaceful life as a tea shop owner. The only reason Iroh changed was when he was personally affected by the negativity of their military subjugation -his son’s death. It wasn’t the harm of the Fire nation ravaging Earth kingdom villages or cities and affecting millions of people that opened his eyes.
Azula, the tyrannical daughter, had closure of her mother's rejection when she was a child and was able to escape imprisonment.
Jet and Hama, victims of colonization who have done bad things, did not get similar conclusions to their stories OR compensation for what they have gone through from the Fire Nation's colonization.
Jet was given a second chance but was arrested for trying to expose Zuko and Iroh being firebenders -firebenders who were their enemies for conquering their villages. Then he died from the injuries of the person who had brainwashed and mind-controlled him.
Hama was imprisoned for life.
Compared to the sins of the light-skinned colonizers, the narrative didn’t give Jet and Hama the development where they could heal from their trauma, receive compensation for what happened to them and really have a chance in life.
The dark-skinned victims of colonization just became a lesson to the viewers how they shouldn’t hold grudges for being colonized. The end. They have received consequences for their actions but there is no continuation to their stories after that.
It almost seems like the narrative is saying that because they have harmed colonizers who have no part in their trauma (and in Jet’s case, some Earth kingdom villagers), they are therefore unworthy to be given an actual chance in life.
While Azula and Iroh, who have actively participated in conquering, colonizing and attacking the Earth Kingdom itself, were.
Someone once said that if indigenous people have control over Hama’s story, it would have been done differently. But the ATLA crew are white, non-indigenous people who prioritized redeeming colonizers instead.
The narrative has also affected how the ATLA fandom thinks. If most fans are asked who they would want to be redeemed, the popular option would be Azula over Jet or Hama.
Once again, I don’t think the ATLA crew noticed it due to their racial bias. But still, the harm is done and the racially biased message is continued:
The colonizers and their descendants don’t have to make amends for the colonizers’ crimes. Or if they do, only lightly since it’s in the past (no matter how recent that past is).
The colonized who rebel will tend to hurt innocent people and then get a grisly end for getting in way over their heads.
I would venture as far as to say that the narrative may have the added subconscious desire to quiet their white anxiety on the vengeance of the colonized. As I have learned when writing about Vodou stereotypes and how they have stemmed from the history of white anxiety of Black vengeance, of Black fetishization and of dissolution of the white race through intermarriages.
In @visibilityofcolor’s blog, someone asked:
“So I saw some of the really heated debates on here and on twitter about how if Iroh and Azula can be portrayed sympathetically despite their actions then characters like Jet and Hama should've been given a chance too. Do you think that the writers understood the implications of only redeeming characters from the colonizer/fascist nation but not giving the characters who suffered because of their fascism a second chance too?”
To which VisibilityOfColor replied:
“No, because at the end of the day, the writers are white. When it comes to stuff like this, it’s no surprise when we see white writers redeem problematic characters before they actually redeem victims of those racist problematic characters. For instance, Dave Filioni, who worked on both avatar and star wars rebels, did the same thing when redeeming agent kallus who was an soldiers in the imperial army and took credit for a genocide. where as victims of the empire were still painted in negative lights. i really don’t think they understand.
They have this ‘be the better person’ view on things, which is what a lot of white people tend to emulate when it comes to people of color standing up to their oppressors. and unfortunately, these are ideas passed on to children, esp minorities. that they should forgive people and communities who hurt them and ‘be the better person’. this is why white ppl don’t need to write narratives for people of color.”
Example #3: The Narrative Favors the Light Skinned Character Than Dark Skinned Character in Similar Situations
I would like to reiterate that racial bias in storytelling is often not intentional. I am not saying the creators and the people who support them are bad people. No.
However, I encourage that once a racial bias is made known in our work, it is our responsibility to change them to stop the perpetuation of its harmful message.
Hazbin Hotel is a popular cartoon with whimsical designs and its concept opens the conversation about redemption. The creator, Vivziepop may not have noticed the racial bias in her cartoon as a white Latina [5] that grew up with and benefits from white privileges, along with the Hazbin crew.
In the Youtbe video, "Hazbin Hotel - How Art took over Writing", Staxlotl states:
“I understand that there was a lot of time and effort put into this pilot, almost three years worth of effort. But I think most of that time was spent into the art and visuals when it should’ve gone into polishing the writing in the characters.”[6]
Once again, I’m not here to critique the characters but how the narrative treats its dark-skinned characters.
The story treats Charlie, the white-skinned, “Disney-esque” protagonist princess differently from how it treats Vaggie, the dark-skinned, more outspoken and protective Latina girlfriend of Charlie who supports the princess’ cause.
In its pilot episode, both girls experience humiliation. While Charlie is portrayed by the story as someone the viewers have to feel sorry for...
...Vaggie is portrayed in her humiliation as the butt of the joke for the viewers.
While they both didn’t like what Angel Dust did, Charlie was sympathized over in the narrative as a moment...
...while Vaggie’s angry but valid callouts were dismissed and ignored as part of the comedy.
While Charlie was someone that needs to be protected in the narrative...
...Vaggie is left to fend for herself.
Again, I don’t think the creators noticed the racial bias of their cartoon. However, this racial bias is reflected in the harmful perceptions that dark-skinned women, particularly Black women and Black girls, are more mature, tougher and need less protection at a young age.[7]
This adultification bias perceives them as challenging authority when they express strong or contrary views and are then given harsher discipline than white girls who misbehave.[8] And this continues when they grow up.
In a 2017 study, Black women and girls aged 12-60 years old confirmed they are treated harsher by their white peers and are accused of being aggressive when they would defend themselves or explain their point of view to authority figures.[8]
This bias also coincides with the Spicy Latina trope of a brown-skinned, hot-blooded, quick-tempered and passionate woman.
Everyday Feminism described this trope as "Although objects of desire for many, the spicy Latina may have too much personality to handle. So much so that she is often viewed as domineering or emasculating." [16]
Sounds familiar? (Look at Angry Black Woman trope above.)
Why is it that a light-skinned character, Charlie, is allowed to be vulnerable and be sympathized while the dark-skinned Latina character, Vaggie, is mocked, dismissed and expected to tough it out?
Severina Ware had to remind the world in her article that relates to the bias against dark skinned characters:
“Black women are not offered the protection and gentleness of our white counterparts. We are not given permission to be soft and delicate. We are required to exhibit strength and fortitude not only because our lives depend on it, but because so many others depend on us. Black women should not be charged with the responsibility of saving everyone when nobody is here to save us.”[12]
As @cullenvhenan of Tumblr has said in her post:
“if you're a white creator and your brown/black characters are always sassy, reckless, aggressive or cold and your white characters are always soft, demure, shy and introverted you should think about maybe why you did that”
(Image above from Iowa Law Reviews’ “Aggressive Encounters & White Fragility: Deconstructing the Trope of the Angry Black Woman”)
Detecting Your Own Racial Bias
It would be hard. No matter how much you edit and create, you may miss it because it was never your experience.
So how do we prevent our racial bias from creeping into our creations?
Listen to POC and their feedback.
As @charishjb from Instagram has shared, here is one of the things that we can do (tumblr link here) [9]:
Consider POC voices. Listen to their experiences. Hire sensitivity POC readers. Put multiple POC voices in positions of leadership in creative projects.
Then we can stop the racial bias that perpetuates again and again in the media. I hope for that future.
#racial bias#racism#colorism#animation#steven universe#su#pearl#garnet#atla#azula#general iroh#jet#hama#hazbin hotel#hazbin vaggie#lynching mention#lynching tw#writeblr#artblr
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I am asexual and I was born between those weird transitional years between Millennials and Gen Z and your tags are scary accurate. I call myself asexual in theory/in my mind but I have a hard time thinking of myself as anything but a straight person with higher standards. I also never tell potential dates that i’m asexual because I don’t want them to overthink it. Anyway, at this rate all I want is to meet a man that’s not boring by the time I’m in my mid 30s
I'm so glad there's at least two of us haha. I'll go into a bit more detail for people if it's interesting or helpful but feel free to tune out because it is long.
I started thinking about this again more seriously because I saw this article about a tiktok trend (such a dumb thing to kick it off but it's true) around "compulsory heterosexuality." It was saying that if you answer yes to x questions then you might be someone who is a lesbian or bi and you just conform to heterosexuality because it's easier, it's been forced into you etc. All of the things they were saying applied to me. I'm attracted largely to unattainable men - celebrities, fictional characters etc - because there's no chance of ever having to navigate a relationship or sex. I'm attracted to men until they're attracted to me. When I go on dating apps I look for reasons not to match with the guy. I feel nauseous when I think about genuinely trying to have sex with a man, not just fantasies. The videos have a lot of issues but they sparked a thought in me for a moment. But I do know I'm not a lesbian. I could be bi, maybe, as I am attracted to women in a way that's different from wanting to look like them or recognising their aesthetic beauty but personally for various reasons I don't think I'd ever be in a relationship or have sex with a woman either. But I did think that if I was saying yes to all of these questions then maybe there was something else going on. I looked into asexuality more closely and saw how much of a spectrum it is. You and I both understand that kind of attitude that heterosexuality is attraction to the opposite sex, homosexuality to the same sex, bisexuality to both, asexuality to no one. That's how it was portrayed when we were growing up, especially given the fact trans rights were still so far behind and our parents or teachers wouldn't ever have explained gender vs sex or sexuality vs gender identity. Even in this message, I probably phrased this differently to how Gen Z would because when I talk about men and women I'm mostly talking about cis people! That's my default, even though I've been attracted to more trans or non binary people than cis people!
Some of the categories and interpretations of asexuality did fit with me. However, I still don't know if it's right for me either. The complicating factor is my childhood did not set me up to handle attachment, it has kind of stunted me in a way where I feel very much like a child and that sex and relationships are for "grown ups" (if anyone has ever noticed I use the words girl and boy more than woman and man, that's why; the idea of referring to myself as a woman instead of a girl makes me a bit sick), it's made it very hard for me to ever consider myself as being a desirable person. I have in the past had fluctuations. Whenever I've been regularly having sex I feel more comfortable with it. I don't enjoy most sexual activities but I don't feel that shame and disgust and to be honest maybe they were just not clicking with me. Like right now I haven't had sex since before the pandemic, I have barely even been in a room with a human male, so is that just making the feelings worse? So my childhood experiences coupled with the fact my feelings do fluctuate makes me doubt it's asexuality.
I don't have a conclusion right now which is ok. I know that I want companionship. That's something I do know. I want someone who supports me and loves me in a special kind of way (this is probably mummy/daddy issues coming out). What I don't know is who I want that person to be and what I want our relationship to be. It's all just messy in my brain. If you're open to it I'd love to hear more about how you came to accepting you are asexual and what that process was like. I am by no means expecting you to "fix" me or anything, don't worry, but it's not something I've ever spoken about with anyone before! I'm also happy to chat privately if that's easier for you
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To trans folks who are trying to set trolls straight about Chris-Chan’s gender: Your hearts are in the right place, but the trolls do not care. They will keep misgendering Chris to piss you off and screenshot your reaction.
Yes, I’m talking about THE Chris-Chan. CWC, creator of Sonichu.
(TW: this post will mention rape and incest.)
I know, I know… “But if we let people misgender Chris, what’s stopping them from doing it to other trans people?”
Nothing.
There’s nothing you can do, unfortunately. The thing with trolls is they aren’t here to learn, they’re here to frustrate, annoy and anger you. They throw out all kinds of little hooks by saying offensive things, or things that trick you, and it’s all a game to them when somebody bites the bait.
It wouldn’t surprise me if trolls are saying horrible things about autism, too. That’s more my lane and partly why I don’t dig too deep in the tags about this situation. Again, I stress not engaging with that to correct trolls. They don’t care, they want to offend you.
As frustrating as it is, take note of the people who use Chris’ current pronouns and recognize that there are people who make an effort to get them right. I’m sure the trans people reading what you say will see that and know you care to gender them correctly.
It’s possible Chris transitioned believing she can get with lesbians. It’s entirely possible she’s exactly the stereotype that TERFs rant about and her shitty behavior might be used in the future to argue their views. TERFs will be TERFs. Some of Chris’ trolls may be trans themselves.
As it stands, Chris presents as a woman, so I’ll use she/her pronouns unless she decides to present as non-binary or a man again. You’re welcome to do the same when talking about her. Don’t waste your time trying to correct trolls, just use Chris’ current pronouns and leave it at that.
It sucks, but that’s how trolls troll.
Moving on…
I wonder if Chris would’ve been a weird, harmless nobody if Mimms never took her photo in The Game Place.
This all started because her photo was taken without her knowledge or consent and posted on a forum, which ended up spreading to the wider web and…yeah.
Would she have been an internet sensation? Would she have transitioned? Would she be a known name on the web?
Maybe everything would’ve gone down the same, but without an audience to bear witness.
Regardless, Chris is a trainwreck of a person. I don’t say that lightly. She didn’t deserve the trolling and abuse she got, yet she isn’t innocent in this either.
I felt sorry for her at first because I’m autistic too and was bullied severely in high school, some of it included physical assault and attempted murder. I reacted to the constant name calling and mockery irl a lot like Chris reacted to her online trolls. I’m thankful that my most volatile years happened before I had internet access. I’m two years older than Chris. I had my own drama with trolls that lasted a few years, but I grew up a bit more.
But I digress…
Chris didn’t get the internet safety talk that I got before getting let loose online, and people took advantage of her gullibility, her autism, whatever mental illnesses she might have and her obsession with getting laid. She ignored warnings to the contrary and in some instances her mom enabled her while her dad tried (and failed) to reign her in.
At the same time, Chris has a history of being racist, ableist, homophobic and misogynistic. She ignores people’s boundaries even when they were clearly stated. She’s entitled and thinks everything bad is a conspiracy against her. She acts like the world operates on cartoon rules and can’t handle it when situations don’t turn out in her favor like she believes they should. It’s a strange view of “Anything I do is good because I did it, and anybody who tells me it’s bad or treats me badly is evil or a troll.”
How she comes across to others and how she thinks she comes across are incongruent with each other, and she refuses to take any correction. An example is the claw hand she used to do while railing at trolls. It’s clear she’s imitating stuff she saw in cartoons, but doesn’t grasp that it looks silly in real life. It leaves me wondering if she ever watched her videos back to see how she really looks before uploading them.
Chris did a lot of disgusting things of her own volition, like not leaving people alone, uploading that sexual drawing featuring Megan, using pepper spray without provocation and trying to hit someone with her car.
Trolls tricked her into humiliating herself and shared the results, like hacking into her email, sharing chats where she gave out embarrassing details about herself, prank calling her house and posting the infamous blowup doll video.
If you know “Christory”, you know what I’m talking about.
If you don’t know, it’s something that’s gone on longer than some people have been alive.
No side is innocent here. I don’t blame Chris for attracting trolls, they chose to go and harass her because she jumped when they poked her.
I’ve followed Chris’ story off and on since 2008, back when she was making her Sonichu comics and being awkward. I never participated in trolling her. I’ve only ever seen the aftermath of troll operations, but the things she endured were cruel. (The Miyamoto saga and the BlueSpike saga come to mind.) I looked her up to see if she was alive and okay. I sent her my AFBV message a couple years ago, but never got a response.
I wonder if this could’ve been avoided if Chris never got trolled and was supervised better while online. That’s where her parents failed her. I felt bad for her; she didn’t know how to conduct herself and kept falling for trolling schemes because she was so desperate to get a girlfriend. It’s like she ignored that little gut warning that says “hey, this feels like a trick” and it was like watching someone fall down the same hillside over and over.
But after what she did to her mom, I lost any sympathy I had for her. Yes, trolls have traumatized her and messed with her head for over a decade and that’s gross, but what she did to her mom was unconscionable. It’s indefensible. It’s morally abhorrent.
She had sex with (or possibly raped via coercion) her elderly mom, who may have dementia.
Chris’ autism was taken advantage of for years, and now she might’ve taken advantage of her mom’s dementia to harm her for the past month.
Think about that. There is no defending that. She finally did something she can’t just wave away or pay her way out of.
Trolls didn’t put Chris up to that, she did it all by herself.
Now she’s under arrest.
Time and again Chris has had run-ins with the law and got away with slaps on the wrist, but I don’t think she’s going to walk away from this so easily.
I hope this situation finally gets Chris the help she desperately needs. I don’t know if her dimensional merge stuff is a delusion from undiagnosed and untreated mental illness or if it’s a paracosm she’s chosen to live in and act out because she can’t handle how cruel the real world is. Please note that I don’t say mental illness lightly either, because I’m aware of the stigma.
At this point I think she needs a caregiver who will supervise her online activities and help her manage her finances. (She will likely resist this…)
Chris’ autism and whatever else she has going on appears to make it very difficult for her to see things from any perspective besides her own. I’m autistic too, so I understand this— sometimes I get this way and have to walk myself back to see other perspectives, or I ask people to give me their side of it to help me understand how they see it even if I don’t agree with their view.
Chris needed more guidance and reality checks growing up, but didn’t get them, and now she needs both more than ever as she faces the results of her behavior. If she is delusional, she needs help to navigate it and I hope she can do that away from trolls. She needs to face consequences for (possibly) raping someone.
I wonder what the legal system will do with her, and I hate that her life has come to this. It was so avoidable. 😞
Sorry, Chris…I hope you’ll get help now, and I hope Barb is okay.
#Chris-Chan#chris chan#swearing#long post#I couldn’t tag with the r word or the I word or tumblr wouldn’t show it in tags#I hope the warning at the top is enough.
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Summer camp AU - Chapter 5 - Remus
Finally an update to this! I found this chapter super hard to write for some reason. I hope you enjoy it!
CW: Food, implications of past toxic family relationships
Fic Rating: T
Please message me if you feel that any content warnings need to be added or the rating is not appropriate.
The characters in this fic belong to @lumosinlove and you should definitely go and check out her fics!
For previous and future chapters please see my masterlist
Remus moved tentatively as he climbed over Sirius, doing his best not to wake the other man. He wasn’t quite sure when Sirius had arrived, a vague memory of a muttered apology sometime during the early hours of morning surfacing, but he’d been asleep and barely registered it. He huffed a laugh at how Sirius had burrowed himself under the sheets, his inky black hair the only thing visible. The bed really wasn’t big enough for the two of them, and as much as Remus loved Sirius, his boyfriend leaked heat like a furnace. Still, soon the campers would be here and the two of them would have to set an example by not sneaking into one another’s accommodation so Remus savoured the company whilst he had it.
The air had already started to hold a damp heat when Remus stepped out, despite the amber hues of sunrise barely having lifted. A sweet breeze gave some welcome relief as he picked up a steady job, his muscles slowly waking to the chirping chorus of birds he couldn’t identify even with their daily meetings. Remus almost missed the flash of red hair hidden behind a tall pine tree, except for the hushed laugh that drags his attention away from a feisty squirrel he’d paused to watch. He rolls his eyes at the couple, an act he acknowledges is highly hypocritical considering the origins of his own relationship. The two kissed again, drawing the owner of the rough laughter into view and Remus startled. He peered closer, confirming his first observation - that was Kasey Winter, but the person he was with was most definitely not Natalie Darcy, Kasey’s girlfriend. Ordinarily, Remus would pretend he hadn’t witnessed anything, writing the situation off as none of his business, only both Kasey and Natalie were good friends of his. He pushed the dilemma to the back of his mind for now and pressed on with his run.
The work day had seemed unusually long, Remus learning the cruel lesson that even the most adored job became tiresome when you wanted to be somewhere else. Placing the final package of dressings in their drawer, Remus ticked the item off his checklist with a flourish. He looked around the nurses station, giving a satisfied nod and a self congratulatory smile; the place was really starting to come together. Now that he was finished for the day, Remus rolled his shoulders, letting himself relax.
Without the distraction of inventories and paperwork, Remus’ mind wandered to thoughts of Sirius. A phone call from a panicked parent needing reassurance the camp could, in fact, accommodate her child’s allergies had lasted long enough to result in him taking a late lunch, so Remus hadn't had a chance to talk to his boyfriend all day. He knew he could find Sirius in the drama studio, his phone having buzzed earlier with a message informing him of the fact Sirius would be there for the entire afternoon, only he didn’t want to alienate him from the other counsellors by spending all their time together. Traipsing back to the cabin to change out of his uniform, Remus shook off the doubt. There was a time for balance, but it wasn’t the day after your boyfriend reunited with their sibling after years apart.
Both Sirius and Heather jumped at Remus’s knock on the heavy wooden doorframe, the pair deep in conversation. “Oh, I believe that is my cue to leave,” Heather smiled, the expression settling something in Remus he hadn’t even realised needed settling.
“Thanks for all your help today, Heather.” Sirius accepted the broom she handed to him. “Both with this,” he continued, gesturing to the room around him, “and for the advice. You should consider a career as a therapist. Trust me, I should know.”
“Here I was antagonising over my future and Mr Sirius Black solved it in one afternoon,” Heather laughed, sticking her tongue out playfully. “It was no problem, way better than sorting out the games’ equipment shed, anyway. I can’t wait to see what your tiny theatre kids do in here.”
“They’re not tiny, they’re middle schoolers.”
“Exactly, middle schoolers. Tiny,” Remus agreed, stepping into the studio. It smelt of polish and other than a pile in the centre of the floor, any evidence of the years worth of dust that had been allowed to gather was gone.
“The key is not to let them know you think that,” Heather winked.
“This isn’t my first year, you know,” Sirius grumbled, his accent thickening the way it always did when he was even mildly inconvenienced, “Get out of here,” he shooed Heather off. “And talk to June! I definitely saw heart eyes this morning.”
“Well then, you need your eyes testing,” Heather retorted, leaving with a raised eyebrow and a peppy wave.
"Bonjour, mon loup,” Sirius sang, gathering Remus in his arms. At 5”11, Remus wasn’t even short, but Sirius could still easily prop his chin on the top of his head, albeit only briefly. A short breath of air left Sirius’ mouth, almost but not quite a laugh, and Remus found his chin being lifted for a kiss. "Come on, let's go and sit by the lake. I'll tell you everything."
Remus schooled his expression into the most innocent he could manage. "I was just going to ask how your day was."
"Sure." Sirius laughed properly now, the both of them stumbling slightly as he tried to nudge Remus' shoulder. "You're practically vibrating. Thought I was supposed to be the intense one?
“Sometimes it’s my turn,” Remus smirked, pointing out a large, flat rock in the distance that seemed like an ideal sitting place. Sirius nodded, letting Remus guide their slight change in trajectory to head towards it. “You know, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. I will always be interested in your life, but if you want this to stay between you and Regulus then I completely understand.”
Sirius flicked his gaze over to Remus briefly, the smile soft on his face. It reminded Remus of when they had still been dancing around one another. Long evening walks where their hands would brush, just barely. Looking back, he didn’t know how they had lasted so long before that almost inevitable kiss. One thunderstorm and two leaking roofs, that was all it had taken in the end. “I know,” Sirius shrugged. Those were the last words he said until they reached the low slab, a once rugged thing that had been smoothed out by a lifetime of exposure. Remus thought there must be something poetic in it, but he was too tired to figure it out.
The quiet lasted long enough for Remus to figure Sirius had changed his mind, playing their hands together as they looked out onto the water.
“They live in California now, they’re here to teach archery and they are non - binary,” Sirius breathed out the sentence, the words blending together and his accent thick, but Remus was practised enough to decipher them.
“California? That’s a long way from Montreal -” Remus toyed with the sleeve of Sirius’ t-shirt. “ - How’d they end up there?”
Sirius' face crumpled a little, quickly gathering himself. “They were staying with a friend of our family’s there, Severus. He always seemed nice, nicer than the rest of their crowd anyway, but it turns out he’s no different to the rest of them. Regulus is trying to get out of there.” A sheepish smile spread over Sirius’ face. “I might have invited him to live with us. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have asked first. They were just so worried and -”
“Hey,” Remus squeezed Sirius's hand. “I’m not going to pretend that a consultation wouldn’t have been nice, but it’s your house -”
“It’s our house,” Sirius frowned.
"The house was bought with your money and I can completely understand and appreciate why you offer a roof over your sibling's head without question."
Sirius played with the necklace, a silver lion, hanging around his throat. Remus lifted his hand to touch its twin, draped around his own neck. "Just like that? Even though I've spent every mention of them detailing how much they had hurt me?"
Turning to face Sirius more surely, Remus gave a comforting smile. "Do you trust them?"
There was a brief pause, but the "yes" that followed was sure and confident.
"That's good enough for me," Remus said. "Shall we go and join everybody for dinner? There's apple pie tonight."
Dinner ended up being the usual ruckus that Remus had become re-accustomed to over the past few days. He loved the way the dining room thrummed with the same energy that radiated throughout meals with his own family. Thomas and James' dares grew more and more ridiculous until Sergei barked at them that he wouldn’t allow them any more BBQ if they did not calm down.
“ -Yeah, so ma Maman had to come and collect me. I think I lasted 5 hours,” Jackson finished his grandiose retelling of his first experience at camp.”
“Nado!” Evgeni set his glass down with a heavy thud. Remus had learned the tall Russian man had the gentlest of spirits, but grace was not an attribute he possessed in large amounts. “Why you go to horse camp if scared of horses?”
“I was 8,” Jackson argued. “I had never seen a horse in real life. It just looked fun.”
Once the rippling laughter dissipated, the conversation evolved into useful hints of tips from those of them that weren’t new on how to handle similar situations with their own campers.
“Hey, Katie,” Remus leaned over Sirius to address the youngest of the Dumais’. She had only arrived yesterday along with her siblings and Sergei’s wife and children, but she’d made herself right at home, squeezing herself between Sirius and Logan, who she had declared her favourite, instead of joining the rest of her family at their table. “Can I steal Sirius please? I need to show him something.”
“It’s time for Katie to go with Anya back to our cabins,” Celeste interrupted. “Viens, ma chérie. Tu peux revenir demain matin.” Katie left with a pout to a round of goodbyes.
“What did you want to show me, mon loup?” Sirius cocked his head curiously.
“Nothing,” Remus admitted sheepishly. “I just wanted to get a good spot under the pavilion before everybody else finishes and comes outside.” Sirius rolled his eyes, letting Remus tug him into a standing position. During camp, the small structure would serve as a meeting point and could fit a dozen or so people in when they were standing, but it was pretty full with Sirius’ 6 foot 3 form sprawled across it, there wasn’t much space for anybody else, and this was Remus’ favourite spot. He could lie under the shelter, a little less exposed to the biting insects that seemed to love him so much and still see everybody on the green around them.
Soon, the space would be filled with eager children, and Remus would be constantly poised to treat the next ailment, but at the moment, he was content to watch this year's counsellors get to know one another better. He was an old hand at this now, however, he could remember the bristling excitement as his first training week had drawn to a close, the knowledge that he was soon to be responsible for people who didn't seem all that much younger than he was, both terrifying and exhilarating.
The sky had been threatening rain for hours now, and it finally fulfilled its promise.
“My hair!” Finn’s screech broke through the chorus of rain. The blonde boy, something in the back of Remus’ brain supplied him with the name Leo, immediately tucked Finn against his side, throwing his jacket over his head. Remus wasn’t sure whether their shaking was as a result of the damp seeping through their clothes or the pair’s laughter.
Remus had always enjoyed people watching, noticing the subtle intricacies of human behaviour when they didn’t realise you were looking, so he caught Leo’s small glance up at Logan just before he put some space between himself and Finn.
Finn wasn’t having any of it though, dragging Leo back to him, attempting to get the small jacket over the top of the both of them.
"Do you see that?" Remus lifted his shoulder, jostling Sirius slightly.
Sirius grunted, the annoying chime of the game he was playing sounding loudly as he progressed to another level. Remus had given up on complaining, and the repetitive nature of swiping candies across the screen seemed to relax Sirius more than it bothered Remus. "See what?"
Leo was standing now, his t-shirt soaked through and his hair plastered against his face in damp strands. Remus couldn't quite work out what he spluttered before walking off with long, quick strides, one last quick look at Logan as he went.
"There's something going on there,' Remus hummed.
"Stop meddling," Sirius laughed.
"I'm not meddling!"
Sirius turned a raised eyebrow on Remus and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jacket before pulling them both down so they lay on their backs. "Listen. I love the sound of the rain."
Remus knew he was being distracted, but the thudding rhythm of heavy droplets against the wooden slats of the rood was incredibly relaxing. Or at least it was until the sheeting downpour didn't stop and they had to dart through it, laughter heaving in their chests to meet the others in the large hall. Celeste sighed, bundling towels into their hands to dry off.
"Nice of you to join us, gentlemen," Dumo said, a guitar propped in his lap. "Take a seat. We were just about to teach our newcomers a few campfire songs. Sans the fire, of course. As two of our most experienced, maybe you could lead?”
“Je te hais,” Sirius grumbled.
Dumo ignored the declaration, and once they were seated he smiled. “Perhaps we will start with Everywhere we go?”
Despite an early reluctance from Sirius the sounds of the song were soon echoing off the walls, the group of counsellors enthusiastically answering Sirius’ calls.
Everywhere we go
Everywhere we go
People always ask us
People always ask us
Who we are
Who we are
And where we come from
And where we come from
So we tell them
So we tell them
We’re the Lions
We’re the Lions
The mighty mighty Lions
The mighty mighty Lions
And if they can’t hear us
And if they can’t hear us
We shout a little louder
We shout a little louder!
Dumo was lenient, taking over leading them through a few more songs himself until he faked a large yawn. “Well, it’s bed time for me. I’ll leave the guitar for anybody who wants to play. And remember, no matter how much we try to teach our campers such fun songs, they’d rather learn whatever routine is popular on Tip Top or whatever that thing is called, so be prepared!”
Logan commandeered the guitar quickly, holding it strong against his thigh and strumming it with a relaxed ease Remus wasn't sure he'd seen in the man before. He played through a few songs, others slowly filtering out as time went by until only a handful of people remained.
“Do my song, please?” Finn asked, eyes wide and pleading.
Logan shook his head, “Not here.”
Finn’s lower lip dropped into a pout and Remus saw the exact moment Logan succumbed to the expression. Remus didn’t blame him at all, Finn’s face bore an eerie resemblance to Bambi and only a monster could deny it.
“Fine.”
The slow chords started and the room quieted as Logan began to sing. It was more romantic than Remus had expected from the younger man.
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in the words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
Logan and Finn were so invested in one another that Remus wasn’t sure they noticed Leo slipping quietly from the room.
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f.w. headcanons (part ii)
here it is! you’re all too kind to me so i truly hope you enjoy! <3 (I apologize if this headcanon is a bit redundant)
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-he talks about you so much, molly and arthur practically know everything about you. as for the other weasleys you all get along and they make you feel like you’re part of the family
-he’s so excited to show you everything around the house, like his room, the backyard, the small fort all his siblings made together in the woods, the treehouse, and all the little trinkets that litter every available space. he’s practically shaking when he meets you at the train station because he can’t contain his emotions
-he can’t wait for the people he loves the most to be together. the thought of you, his siblings and his parents in the same household just excite him so much and fills him with joy
-when you arrive molly has already made all of your favorites because she knew from all of fred's letters about you and arthur is already asking about how your ride was and if you saw anything interesting (his letters are mostly about you, they only contain 2 sentences about him)
-you get along with molly and arthur very well, they treat you with so much kindness and love. molly lets you cook with her and she shows you old photos of fred. you and arthur have conversations about muggle things he finds interesting and about all the fun experiences you’ve had while art hogwarts
-when fred leads you to his room he shows you his first inventions that he made with george many years ago, seeing his eyes fill with pride is one of your favourite sights
-his side of the room is covered with pictures of you and him, letters and doodles from you and it’s so cute
“george says it’s creepy like it’s some sort of shrine.”
“i wouldn’t expect any less from you.”
-he lets you rummage through the old clothes that are too small for him and keep them. they still smell like him, a mixture of cinnamon, ash, pine, and orange
-sneaking down to the kitchen while everyone sleeps and eating cake outside
-baking 4am cookies with fred, trying your hardest not to laugh and make a lot of noise, but it just ends up with the two of you feeding each other the cookie dough then getting stomach aches the next morning
-throwing popcorn at him, him diving to try and catch it, probably leading to his head banging against a table (pouty fred trying to ignore you but ultimately failing when you kiss him all over his face)
-sitting around a fire with his entire family as they all laugh and tell stories, his arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against his
-water chugging competitions, you always win
-staring competitions, he’ll always pull odd faces in an attempt to get you to crack or tickle you with strands of your hair
-stargazing in his old treehouse, holding hands and falling asleep in that position. (imagine fairy lights everywhere, there's a record player in the corner playing si tu n’etais pas la, you’re both under a blanket and you’re tracing words onto his palm making him guess what your message is)
-he comes up from behind you and drapes a blanket over your shoulders while hugging you and talking into your hair, his speech being muffled
-refusing him kisses before class if he’s the reason you’re late, to which he’ll reply by lightly pulling your hair when you try and walk away from him. he doesn’t show any signs of relenting so you quickly turn around and kiss him hard while gripping on his collar, but as soon as he tries to deepen it you turn and rush through the classroom door quickly
-while walking down a corridor together he’ll twirl you around
-sometimes he’ll just hold you up because he wants to admire you. or he’ll prop you on a desk or dresser just so you’re face to face, so he can look at every feature on your face
-i cannot stress enough how warm his hugs are, they completely engulf you and all you can smell is his jumper and you can feel his heartbeat, his hands gripping at the ends of your sweater then slowly running up and down your back in your jumper and he’ll nudge your leg with his knee as an indicator for you to step into him so there's practically no space between the two of you
-slow dancing, he’ll hold you tightly to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and your head will be on his shoulder while you play with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. you’ll have hushed conversations about what you want to do in the future, all the places you wanna travel to together, and all the domestic things you can’t wait to do together (while the catfish and the bottlemen cover of read my mind plays in the back)
-pretending to have mini-concerts in his dorm, using random objects as microphones, screaming, jumping around on every surface that will allow it (in my mind fred dances like jarvis cocker)
-if you’re both singing he’ll claim that you’re outshining him so he’ll try and cover your mouth, which leads to you covering his mouth, which ends with him just him licking your hand and you rubbing it off on him
“you did not.”
“yes, and i’ll do it again.” he’ll take off running, causing you to chase him
-the two of you sitting next to each other while listening to music and you’ll start to head bop, then he’ll start to head bop together in unison
- during lessons he’ll slip little sweets into your hand
-he’ll nudge your ribs while you’re trying to pay attention to class and whispers to you
“i’m so in love with you darling.” to which you’ll just grin and hold his hand under the table, tracing shapes onto the back of it
-he definitely throws things at you randomly, at any given location, nothing that would hurt you obviously
-sometimes he’ll just stop mid-sentence and look at you in awe, his mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. his smile is so bright and genuine, his dimples are so prominent and his eyes crinkle and it’s so contagious, you can’t help but hold his face and kiss his forehead lightly
-he admires you so so much, you motivate him to work as hard as he can because one day he hopes that his business will be enough to sustain a life that he wants to give you, he wants to give you the world and he wants to encourage you to follow your dreams as much as you do for him
-very specific compliments
“your earlobes are a really nice shape” “i really like the space between your eyebrows” ��ahh your nose is just so cute i just wanna poke it all day”
-he gave you a locket and it has a picture of you and him on your first hogwarts train ride together. and whenever he gets the chance he’ll put it on for you, he loves sweeping your hair out of the way and softly putting the necklace around your neck
-matching rings
-fred definitely knows how to make bracelets and rings, i feel like he’d always make them for ginny and molly on holidays. he’d make you so many, and on your birthday he gave you a really ornate silver jewelry box
-he loves brushing your hair
-whenever you’re staying up whether it be studying or writing an essay he will not allow himself to sleep until you’re done, he says people who suffer together stay together. he’ll also try to shovel food in your mouth and make you drink water or tea to assure sure you’re not depriving yourself. in return, you stay up with him while he’s trying to perfect the products he wants to sell. you’ll sit side by side bumping knees and rubbing his back while he scribbles into his notebook
-sometimes he’ll ask for you to lean your back against his because he still wants to be able to work and be around you, but he gets distracted by your face because he just wants to kiss you every time he sees your eyebrows furrow as you reread a paragraph, or your tongue dart out of your mouth, or a tendril of hair slip from your ponytail and onto your face
-he’s not one to be very hard on himself about attendance, but if you are he’ll wake you up and remind you that you have a test to get to, or you have to attend practice. he’ll help you get ready but as soon as he drops you off he’ll go back to sleep or go to the kitchens to get food for you and him for after your class or practice
-he’s so good at comforting people, he takes it after molly. it may seem at times that he’s insensitive due to his playful nature, but if he sees that you’re frantically flipping through pages, nibbling at the end of your pen he will hold your face tenderly between his hands and reassure you in a soft and sincere voice
“why’re you being so hard on yourself? can’t you see how hard you’re working and how accomplished you are?”
“take a rest, beautiful, you deserve it.”
“i’m so proud of you, you have no idea how much you push me to work harder.”
“you’ve got a stunning mind, but i think you should give it a break okay?”
“you’re so resilient, angel, you can do this okay? i’m right here.”
-if you have a headache he’ll massage your head. if any part of your body hurts he’ll try and soothe it. he’ll pause occasionally to kiss whatever part is in pain
-(for any female, male or non-binary angels that get their period)he’ll keep his hands over where you’re cramping and he’ll let you curl around him. he even bought you a huge body pillow because he’d want you to use it when he couldn’t be with you. he’ll feed you whatever you crave and he’ll read to you or sing quietly to you (fred with an acoustic ahhh). he’ll constantly reassure you, saying that you only have a couple more days left, and if the pain is really bad he’ll try and soothe you to sleep. fred also keeps track of your period, he’s surprisingly really really good with dates
-he likes humming you to sleep while he pushes the hair out of your face, rubs your back, and kisses your forehead lightly
-if you’re about to do something you’re really nervous about he’ll look you in the eyes, grab both of your hands and encase them in has after leaving kisses on them. then he’ll place them on his chest and give you a reassuring grin
-when he gets hurt from quidditch you stay next to him the entire time he’s in the hospital wing, the two of you playing cards or helping him plan a future prank
-he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger and kisses you softly. you two have to stop occasionally because one of you will giggle, causing you to nudge your noses together
-he’ll wake up randomly in the middle of the night and nudge you until you stir
“go to sleep fred.”
“nooo let’s talk, i wanna have a conversation.”
“can’t we talk tomorrow, it’s your fault i’m so tired.”
“but love, all these thoughts, amazing beautiful one of a kind thoughts are ripe in my mind now, if we talk tomorrow i won’t remember.”
“isn’t that a relief?”
“c’monnnnnn.”
-a lot of back and forth bickering
“wow, i’m speechless.”
“finally.”
“shut up freddie.”
“look who’s talking.”
“you are.”
“no you are.”
“no now you are.”
“you. are.”
“shut up.”
“we’re back at square one i see.”
-the two of you reeling over in laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks and gasping for air (all. the. time.)
-during the train ride to hogwarts he leans against the wall of the cabin while you lean on his chest, then you’ll take everyone's jackets and use them as blankets and pillows. you’ll cuddle, eat random sweets, and nap throughout the entire ride
-he constantly takes pictures of you and he has an entire box filled of them, the box also has tickets from shows you went to together, receipts from random dates you’ve been on and little notes you’ve passed during class. he plans to keep all of these to decorate the flat he hopes he can live in with you
-he will randomly run into your room, drop a bag and rush out as quickly as he came. usually there are your favorite sweets, socks, candles and a new book. in return you try and spoil him as much as spoils you because he deserves the world
#fred weasley#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley fanfiction#harry potter#weasley twins
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