#trans sikh

[schrodingers-fool]

Hello and Sat Sri Akal! One may know I’m bi and genderqueer and also Sikh. This one is for other queer Sikhs: I made a discord! As you may know, sangat is very important to Sikhi, and sometimes it’s hard to build that connection to sangat when you’re queer, so I decided to build my own! If you’d like to be a part of our community, here’s the link!

#queer sikh #gay sikh #trans sikh #bi sikh #genderqueer sikh #sikh #Sikhi #queer pride #religious queer

[not-rab]

James: I’m gay

Remus: I know

James: …

James: Do u think Regulus knows?

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders #dead gay wizards #slytherin skittles #marauders incorrect quotes #jegulus #regulus black #jegulus incorrect quotes #regulus a black #regulus arcturus black #trans regulus black #gay regulus black #regulus being a little shit #regulus being regulus #james f potter #james fleamont potter #sikh james potter #pansexual james potter #james potter #james and regulus #regulus and james #james x regulus #regulus x james #starchaser #sunseeker #remus john lupin #remus j lupin #werewolf remus lupin #remus lupin

[techniic0l0r]

biting the bullet and reaching out for advice and/or commentary from trans and nonbinary sikhs. other queer sikhs are welcome to respond but would like to focus more from those who have experienced gender dysphoria and/or euphoria. ordeal is under the read more. i am not accepting any kind of hate on this post.

i feel very nervous about writing this but i am also tired of struggling to answer my questions by myself. so, here it goes - hi, i am a young transmasc nonbinary person who was raised as a sikh. i say raised as because while i do appreciate the values of sikhi, i am not religious. i never have been. i feel it is important to also mention that i am mixed (the other half is white european). my relationship with being culturally sikh has always been rocky, but it got more intense as i started to accommodate my needs of alleviating intense gender dysphoria. i’m pretty fair-skinned and generally pass as white. my hair is cut short because wearing it long triggered suicidal feelings from said dysphoria. to put it simply, i do not “look like a singh” anymore, and i have a sickening amount of guilt about it. there is so much pressure to hold strong to sikhi, especially with the history of oppression and scarce representation, that i feel like i’m doing something wrong when i cannot fully grasp the spirit of it. my existence feels wrong. i do not know if it is okay for me to even call myself a sikh anymore. i don’t feel at home with myself or my circumstances. i don’t even know if it’s okay for me to try and continue wearing a kara as someone with shorn hair. everything feels so wrong. i cannot talk to my punjabi parent about any of this. he’s very close-minded and i don’t know how he feels about queer folks. he’s already abrasive when i try asking simple questions about punjabi culture or religion. my chosen name is so different from my legal name, even the thought of trying to get my family to abide by it someday makes me cringe. strangers think it’s cool but i know they’re just going to laugh about it. i feel like i am abandoning everything i should be, just by trying to be more comfortable in my own skin. i don’t know where sikhi fits within my transition goals, and it feels like a heavy burden.

#queer #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #trans #nonbinary #sikh #sikhism #sikhi

[sollunaastra]

Yknow considering my mum was a self proclaimed socialist feminist who did work with the campaign for nuclear disarmament in the 80s and other related causes, you sure wouldn't guess it now. She loves keir starmer, casual transphobia and denial that trans people face anh issus ever, being vocally racist, especially against black and Asian folks, being pro Israel and devil's advocate when there's a GENOCIDE HAPPENING, she doesn't think disabled people including herself should have lives (my granddad who was in a powered wheelchair most of his life would hate her now I hate to say it but) she thinks black people are reverse racist when they call her out on her yt privilege instead of just yknow listening to what they have to say nd to top it all off she said the other day that the cass report is right, and earlier today said that she was probably going tk vote reform because 'we need to look after our own'

Like babe

You're a populist nationalist tiptoeing dangerously into fascist territory. No wonder none of your friends talk to you anymore

#it upsets me in a way cos i feel like my step dad has led her down this path #she never was like this til she met him #when i frist met him at 19 i said he was self absorbed; loved hismelf above all others #and was a skinhead thug #my mjm convjnced me tk give him s chance #which i did #and i regret that choice every single day #when i was 19 my mjm had s good friend circle that she used to go out with #she wasnt a purde - far from it - she was a proud feminist and socialist and i just #i feel sorry for HER really because she jsut can't/wont see it #shes changed so much from having friends of pakistani heritage who bring samosas and bhajis around #to being someone who uss the p slur to refer to the corner shop #even though one near me is run by a sikh family (i know this because they have the sikh decorations in the shop) #and the other is run by a man of asian descent but hes clearly british #but even if eithr of them were pakistani WHAT THE FUCK #shes knly done that recently #also caught her offhand referring to some trans news story when the cass report came out as 'that tra**y thing' which like #really #really this is the hill you want to die on when you have a trans son whose gender and name you refuse to use #ugh idk sorry i rambled more than i should in the tags i know #but its jsut so wearing and tiring tk see someone yiu loved be changed for the worse #racism cw #transphobia cw #ableism cw #nationalism cw #fascism cw #politics cw #reading my mum to filth cw lmao

[gandalfsbignaturals]

what is tme/tma? (sorry i’m cis)

they stand for transmisogyny exempt and transmisogyny affected. nominally they are supposed to label people who are targets of transmisogyny (tma) and people who are not targets of transmisogyny (tme), but in practice they are typically instead defined to mean "trans women, trans femmes, and (sometimes) gnc men" (tma) and "literally everyone else" (tme)

unfortunately, as i have tried to argue, this... isnt really how oppression works, especially considering the queer community necessarily resists hard categorization, and especially binaries

whats more, people who are supposedly tme are frequently the victims of transmisogynistic hatecrimes, something the proponents of the terms usually call "misdirected transmisogyny." i have gripes with this, though, because misdirected bigotry is... well, its still bigotry.

when sikhs (and whats more, any brown person who looked a certain way) were facing a monstrous amount of misdirected islamophobia in the wake of 911, the muslim community did not come out and say "well, they arent really muslim, so the islamophobic attacks on them dont count." nor did the sikhs and others use it as an excuse to attack islam! instead, they recognized that the bigots didnt actually care about the specific labels of the people they were attacking. all they cared was that someone was brown, and that they practiced a foreign religion, and that was enough.

likewise, when gentiles are attacked by antisemites for defending or associating with jewish people, those jewish people do not say, "you are not jewish, and therefore this doesnt count." instead, they acknowledge that, once again, the bigots in this instance dont actually care about the specifics of the lives led by those theyre attacking. i cannot imagine a jewish synagogue denying aid to a victim of an antisemitic attack, even if they are not jewish.

similarly, when a queer or gnc person is attacked by a transphobe for performing gender wrong, that transphobe doesnt actually care what particular label or lifestyle the person theyre attacking subscribes too. a trans man with some stubble in a dress is the same as a non-passing trans woman to them. a burly woman with higher than average testosterone going into the womens bathroom is the same as a non-passing trans woman to them. a masculine black woman in baggy clothes is the same as a non-passing trans woman to them. and they will attack accordingly, and no matter how the victim protests that they arent a trans woman, the bigot will not care.

this is all glossing over the fact that, by advocating that people disclose their tma/tme status in their blog description or carrd or whatever, you are effectively asking them to out themself. if you define tme as "not a trans woman," and someone has a trans flag and he/him pronouns on their profile, and you ask them to also include tme on their profile... well, then youre asking them to publicly state what their genitals are. while tma and tme are not defined exclusively based on genitals, it is undeniable that in combination with other readily available information, they can be easily used to determine what someones assigned gender at birth is.

when applied to trans people, tme/tma is just another false binary. it is a poor attempt to categorize a human experience that is simply not divisible into neat little categories, and especially not a binary.

#this is a long answer but i tried to be thorough in my definition

[genderkoolaid]

smth I need people to understand is that oppression is defined by the goals of the oppressor not the identity of the oppressed. when a sikh man is hate crimed because someone thinks he's muslim, that's not anti-sikh bias, that's islamophobia. if an intersex afab woman is beaten up because another person thinks she is a trans woman, that's not intersexism*, that's transmisogny. these can overlap! but the crucial aspect is the motives of the oppressor, not the victims of the oppression.

the difference is important because sometimes I have seen people say they need to use a different word for something they experienced because they aren't the "target group" of the hatred. that's not true and it's not helpful! this should promote solidarity and make us stand together against oppression, not get into meaningless debates about whether or not x person can say they experienced y-phobia. tying type of oppression to the identity of the person not only obscures the actual motivations for things like hate crimes and bigoted laws, but sort of. shifts the blame onto the victim by focusing so much on whether they are a perfect victim, and if they aren't, then it's not REAL [insert bigotry here]. "misdirected bigotry" is a construct. there is no difference between bigotry done to the ""right'" victim and bigotry done to the ""wrong"" one.

*edit: this post was made when I was more uneducated about intersexism! Transmisogynistic violence is deeper than just being perceived as the modern category of trans women & this can be both anti-transfem transmisogny AND intersexism at the same time

#m.

[handweavers]

my uncle was a complicated man who often made it difficult to be around him - he was frequently abrasive, struggled to give affection freely, and his love and concern usually expressed itself through a harsh and abrupt, stilted demeanor. he could be very angry a lot of the time, a deep seated rage and a callousness at times that stung and wounded. but he had a difficult upbringing, and it was easy to understand why he was the way he was. he was born during the japanese occupation of malaya during ww2 when my family was interned, and many members of our family and the sikh community were targeted for beheading and lynching by the japanese imperial army. my family was very poor back then, and repeated traumas and losses and abuse had hardened him. he struggled with alcohol addiction all his life, like most in my family, and he could be very cruel when he would drink.

but i'll never forget how he made an effort to take care of me and make sure i knew he loved me. the first time i returned home to malaysia as an adult, on my own, after being kept away for many years by my father, i had to reconnect with my family on my own, with my home country on my own, without his help or guidance. and my uncle showed me a degree of kindness that no one expected, and embraced me without hesitation when i came out as trans, and enforced that among the family. no one could go against him, he was the patriarch of the entire extended family, and his word was law. his approval of me meant even those who would have shunned me had to tolerate me or risk being shunned themselves - he held that much power. and when i was going to fly back to canada he called me at the airport just to tell me he loved me and that this is my home and my family and no one can take that away from me and that i belong here and he will miss me. he rarely spoke like that to anyone, ever, even his own children. it was deeply uncomfortable and difficult for him but he did it anyway because he felt like it was important, that i was important. and he took care of me in many ways over the years, and if it weren't for him i likely would have been/would be homeless and would never have been able to go to university at all. and now without him i definitely can't afford any of that and i'm not sure what to do with myself. he made sure repeatedly and consistently to communicate in whatever way he could to tell me that he cared, in his own ways, and to step in where my father could/would not.

the last time i saw him was in august of this year when we had lunch together, and he told me i did well and he was proud of me to be the one to finally bring my dad home, knowing how awful my dad is. he and i were the closest living relatives to my dad and the people who knew him best, and i could go to him for help when my dad was making things very hard for me and he understood. he was the only other person still alive who could wrangle my dad, who could 'deal' with him, set him in his place. my other uncle could do the same, and he also took care of me and made sure to check on me and remind me that i am a part of this family and that i belong with them, but he passed away when i was 19. now it's just me left to deal with my dad without either of my uncles' help, and no one else alive who knows what it's like to be tied to him directly in the way that we are. and i didn't get to say goodbye, and i didn't get to attend the funeral nor help scatter his ashes to the sea. when i go home every part of him will be gone gone gone and never coming back and there's nothing i can do.

[mogai-sunflowers]

anyways i love you Jewish people i love you Romani people i love you Black people, Indigenous people, and all people of color i love you trans people i love you autistic people i love you all disabled people i love you Muslims and Sikhs and Hindus and Buddhists and Pagans i love you antifascists.

nazis and terfs i am literally setting you on fire.

#🌌written in the stars ; asks🌌

[doubleca5t]

thoughts on differentiating sex-based vs gender-based discrimination?

this is a common terf talking point so I'm going to try to inject some nuance into this. the thing about bigotry is that it's not actually very precise. some of the most frequent victims of Islamophobic sentiment are sikhs. whenever racism against one group of asian americans is on the rise it typically spills over into bigotry against other asian americans as well. homophobia impacts not just gay men, but men who are *perceived* as gay, or even just not masculine enough.

What I mean to say by this is that, as a trans woman, whether you are perceived as a woman or an emasculated man - people are still going to be bigoted towards you. Trans women don't experience misogyny in the exact same way cis women do, but they do experience discrimination, and that is discrimination that is worth addressing because ultimately it's coming from the same place as garden variety misogyny (i.e. patriarchy)

Distinguishing between sex based vs gender based is silly because at the end of the day it's all just discrimination

[daisybellejpeg]

So I have one question, Daisy. Since I am also rewriting Dr. Br*ght into Dr. Glenn Osborne (my rewrite and replacement of said character in case you’re wondering), what are the general rules you would give to anyone who is replacing Dr. Br*ght with their rewrites? Just curious.

BTW, sorry about what you had to go through with that creep.

Dw friend I gotchu!!

So the guidelines I could give since I applied these to Shaw are the following:

Use something else or another medium of possession to replace the amulet. Remember, AB used the amulet as a possession fetish thing. I was actually branded using it via them asking for nudes with me wearing it. I’ve seen some people give Shaw prior to me working on the project a yellow gemmed amulet but I’m pretty iffy on that.

Make sure you have some sort of magic rule in place that prevents your bright rewrite from possessing kids or teens. Animals are fine but please god we don’t need another Doctor Doctor Doctor fiasco. What I did with Shaw was make it so that he could only posses people the same age as he was during the original in in incident that separated his soul from his body: 29.

Bonus points if the character has no agency over who they possess, as that would be the final step to erase bright’s possession fetish from the concept completely. I know that would be hard to do so it’s not a requirement but it’s still good to point out.

Lastly, have fun!!! Honestly AB was really lazy with the concept they were trying to write (I mean, they were writing this character for sexual gratification after all) so while treating these as guidelines to be respectful of me n others I’d also take them as a creative challenge for you and others! I’d love to see people go apeshit with differing concepts as well as writing rewrites from all walks of life. Shaw’s latine-ness was heavily inspired by my experiences having a first gen Colombian immigrant tiger mom, given Shaw’s relationship with his dad.

Give your rewrite a foundation based family business, make them an only child, make them start working for the foundation on their own, make them black, latine, AAPI, indigenous, Roma, Slavic, middle eastern, Jewish, Hindu, Wicca, Sikh, Muslim, gay, bi, pan, trans, AFAB, neurodivergent…. Go crazy! Who knows, if this trend of making your own sub ins takes off I may do some tales where the multiverse merges a bit n they’re all in the same place, that would be fun.

Hope this helps💖

(Edit to add: if you’re gonna use a culture/religion/mental condition that doesn’t belong to you/you don’t have please please PLEASE do your research and make sure your rewrite is written as sensibly as possible and doesn’t play into any caricatures. Not doing so is how we got Bright’s mom being accidentally perceived as Muslim because AB thought all abrahamic headdresses were called Hijabs, lmao

Don’t be like AB, be smart)

#scp #scp oc #tw//bright #scp foundation #scp art #elias shaw #dr shaw #bright rewrites #writing

[schrodingers-fool]

It’s so hard being trans and a poc because of all the rampant racism within the community and especially eurocentric passing standards. How am I supposed to feel euphoric about my masculine features when I know the only reason they’re viewed as masculine is because afabs of colour are considered less of women. We grow more hair and have bigger noses and darker skin while Feminine Girls have no body hair and button noses and fair skin.

And on the flip side I’m constantly being told my long hair clocks me, when it’s a part of my culture and religion that I love showing off. Especially ironic when the philosophy behind why I don’t cut my hair led me to coming to terms with my gender.

I don’t know how to deal with my euphoria and dysphoria while knowing they both come from a place of racism and eurocentrism.

#archaea speaks #trans poc #desi transgender #trans sikh #genderqueer #all pronouns

[not-rab]

Barty: Why do you look like that?

Regulus: Like what

Barty: Like you’re dead

Regulus: It’s because I’m dying, leave me here to perish

Pandora: Regulus accidentally called Potter “James” in front of everyone today

Regulus: *sobs on the floor*

#check out my band au!! #link in pinned post #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #dead gay wizards #slytherin skittles #marauders incorrect quotes #regulus black #jegulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus a black #trans regulus black #gay regulus black #regulus being a little shit #regulus being regulus #starchaser #jegulus incorrect quotes #sunseeker #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #bartemius crouch junior #bartemius crouch jr #pandora lovegood #pandora lestrange #pandora lupin #pandora rosier #pansexual james potter #james potter #sikh james potter

[sophieinwonderland]

You talk a lot about people being transphobic to you while you're cis. That's misdirected transphobia if anything. You can't be transphpbic to cis people.

Anon...

I'd like you to read carefully what you wrote, roll it over for a moment in your mind, and see if you can figure out where you went wrong without me needing to explain it to you.

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Okay. Have you tried yet? I surely do hope you got their on your own, making everything I'm about to say pointless.

First, I've mentioned multiple times in the past that I consider our body genderfluid as it houses multiple fronting headmates of different genders.

But even putting that aside, MISDIRECTED TRANSPHOBIA IS STILL TRANSPHOBIA.

Someone who vandalizes a Sikh temple because they thought the temple was Muslim can't say at trial, "actually, it wasn't a hate crime because they turned out not to be actual Muslims, and you can't be islamophobic against non-Muslims."

That's not how that works.

Furthermore, it's important to remember that a lot of transphobia is dressed up as being against non-trans people.

There's a reason they've been pushing anti-drag laws so hard lately at the same time as their host of other transphobic legislation. The right-wing transphobes don't make a distinction between actual transgender people and cis-gendered drag performers, and it would be a grave mistake to decide that transphobia against cis-gendered drag performers doesn't count as actual transphobia or is acceptable just because they're not technically transgender.

Likewise, it would be a mistake to dismiss hate against and discrimination of headmates with a different gender than their body's AGAB as not being transphobic, just because those GNC headmates might not explicitly identify as transgender.

#syscourse #trans discourse #queer discourse #plural #plurality #endogenic #multiplicity #systems #system #pro endo #endogenic system #plural system #pro endogenic #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queerphobia #discrimination #sysblr #actually plural #actually a system

[ffiahh]

PROJECT PLUTO

You're Going to Stay?

Perhaps Vi can used to large mass of affection that she calls her girlfriend. She deserves it after all.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Trans!Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Cursing, talk of marriage, talk of having babies, description of babies, use of pet names, use of needles, domestication, self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating language, domestication, major fluff, talk of unemployment. SMUT WARNING: Shower sex, biting, fingering, praise, mention of oral, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, slight body worship, subtle scratching, breeding kink, slight manhandling.

Word Count: 5.1K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Part 2 to "Please Don't Leave Me", you can read either in any order and will still make sense. It's really cute domesticated shit. Vi is a little like a house uh- girlfriend? I really liked Aspen and Vi bickering, really solidified that they talk and act like a married couple already. Dastar is the turban worn by Sikh men, and Puthar is used as a nickname/pet name for someone younger than you. I really do want to know what you think of Aspen; I for one have the biggest crush on her, I also created a sim version of her; if any of you are interested. Special mention for @winfleurs since they were so excited for part 2, it feels rushed in my opinion but I hope you enjoy anyways!

“Is this your way of telling me you want my babies?”

“Aspen!”

“What? You just look-” Divine.

Vi could see that Aspen had this odd, faraway look in her eyes; the kind that made her sport a goofy smile opposed to her smirk; and sometimes it irked Vi a little.

“You’re staring at me again.”

When Aspen didn’t finish her sentence, or give any indication that she heard; Vi rolled her eyes, leaning back on the sofa as much as the tiny, little human in her arms could let her.

“Take this baby back.”

That seemed to snap Aspen out of her daze. “What? No!”

“She’s gonna start crying.”

“No, she’s no-”

The baby does start crying, her whole tiny body writhing and turning in Vi’s arms, as she raises her fists so far above her head, Vi almost lurches her own head back to avoid the incoming newborn wrath.

Aspen coos playfully, her hands leaning forward to naturally take the screeching baby from Vi, bouncing her gently in the crook of her elbow. “Aw, see? You already have the motherly instinct; you knew exactly when she was going to cry!”

Vi puffs her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest, as her eyes trail over Aspen and her niece. Aspen was cooing down at Leia quietly, her fingers dancing over Leia’s scrunched, red face; over her nose, her cheeks and hairline. The sight of 6 foot something Aspen, with muscles as big as Vi’s arms put together; being so gentle around something as tiny as baby Leia, brewed something in Vi. “Is this your way of begging me to have your babies?”

“No of course not. That’s after marriage.”

Vi whips her head so fast that she could have sworn her hair fell off her head, her eyes dancing over Aspen and little Leia quickly; Aspen looked like a natural, her large hands casually supporting her little head and body, now feeding her through a tiny bottle, with a muslin cloth draped over her large shoulder. The mum look suited Aspen, so much so Vi wanted to throw the baby back to her mother so that she could drag Aspen back to their bedroom. For what? You know. Perverts.

“You’re thinking about it-” Aspen teases, her body rocking back and forth gently to cradle Leia, her mouth curling to shush her quietly.

“Shut up. Feed the baby, you’re going to drop her.” Vi rolls her eyes playfully, resting her head on her hand as she leans on the armrest, mumbling to herself. “Only been together for a year...”

“We Matsuuras, choose and mate for life.” Aspen replies as leans back in the couch, shaking the small bottle in Leia’s mouth, urging her to suckle again. “Just tell me when, baby. I’ve got my sperm ready and frozen.”

Vi lets out a little scoff and laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.” The most annoying part? Aspen wasn’t lying, she was annoying, had a big mouth, had a head bigger than most; but she never lied; and that was something Vi had to get used to.

“Not what you were telling me last night-”

“Aspen-”

“What was it? Fuck me harder-”

“Stop it.” Vi raises her fist to punch Aspen in the arm before remembering she had Leia, Vi purses her lips before she outstretched her hands. “Give her to me.”

Aspen gasps dramatically, turning her body to cover Leia. “What? So, you can hit me? That stays in the bedroom, baby girl. The other way around.”

Vi rolls her eyes, fighting hard to keep her blush down as she shakes her outstretched hands at Leia. “I want to hold her.”

Aspen looks at Vi suspiciously, her eyes trailing over Vi with mock caution before she turns her head away. “No.”

Vi stares at Aspen for a short moment, before she scoots down until she’s pressed up against Aspen’s body, her chin resting on Aspen’s shoulder. “Don’t you like it when I hold her? You get all mushy, and dopey-eyed.”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Aspen laughs, something that scares Leia out of her sleep before she settles down again. Vi soon forgets her prior grudge when Aspen reaches to press a series of chaste kisses to her mouth. “Let me burp the little bean, and you can distract me all you want with your hidden mum powers.”

Vi can’t keep her eyes off of Aspen holding onto Leia’s chin, keeping her back straight and sat on Aspen’s leg. She couldn’t keep her distasted look in, as a loud belch erupts from Leia’s tiny mouth. “She sounds like a lawnmower.”

“I hope you don’t say that about our babies.”

Vi looks up at Aspen for a moment with heated cheeks, before they travel back down to Leia, her small fist raising up above her forehead as she lets out a small yawn, and a noise that sounds a little like throat clearing. “And she looks like a meat sack.”  

“Oi!” Aspen exclaims playfully, her hand reaching up to cover Leia’s ears. “Little lady’s very sensitive.” Aspen’s eyes drop down to Leia, whose little body was now curled at Aspen’s chest, almost as if the burp took energy out of her. Aspen leans forward, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Between you and me; she gets it from her mum.”

“Her mum’s your sister. Twin sister?” Vi asked, wrapping one arm around her waist, as her fingers reach down to hold Leia’s tiny foot. It was literally the length of her thumb, and maybe the width as her 2 fingers.

“Nah, Ashni gets it from our dad.”

“And wh-” Vi tries to focus to grab the baby from Aspen without dropping her, or letting her head fall back. It’s quiet for a moment, as Aspen gently guides Vi’s arms properly around Leia, before all that seems futile as Vi feels as though she’s going to drop Leia again when she feels Aspen press another kiss to her mouth, she smacks her lips in surprise, pressing them together before she finds her train of thought again. “Where do you get you from?”

“My mum.”

“Angry and arrogant?”

Aspen lets out another loud laugh, again startling Leia. Vi tightens her hold on her slightly; hoping it would calm her slightly; it does, Leia settles down in Vi’s arms with a quiet, disgruntled sigh and a long stretch. Vi’s hands were gentle as they tugged on her small pink hat, making sure they covered her ears, her finger trailing down Leia’s small nose before her eyes ran over her wrinkly face. Leia- like all newborns- looked like a like a small, old man. Yet, Vi couldn’t deny that Leia had a cuteness to her; maybe because she looked a little like Aspen.

“Don’t tease me. I have my clinic’s number on speed dial.”

Since Leia was safe in Vi’s hold, she had no trouble reaching over to deliver a punch to Aspen’s arm, smiling at herself when Aspen winced quietly in response.

Vi sighed quietly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body; she squeezes the water out of her hair before she pushes it back, her hand soon reaching down to wipe her face. She doesn’t bother to use anything, she just wanted to be able to close her eyes without worrying.

She didn’t know how long she was standing under the water, before she felt and saw the familiar brown, mismatched arms wrap around her from behind, feeling a pair of lips drag lazily across the curve of her neck.

“Ashni came to pick Leia up?”

“Mhm.” Aspen’s lips danced along Vi’s freckled skin, along her strong shoulder blades, before they found home on the soft curve of her shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak; momentarily feeling a few sprinkles of water fall in her mouth before Aspen shuts her up with a playful pinch on the butt.

“Don’t say its cause of the shower.”

“Don’t pinch me.”

“Brat.”

Vi let out a soft scoff, pressing her rear against Aspen, the corners of her lips curling up when she hears Aspen suck in a sharp breath. “You always call me that. You never do anything to fix it.” Vi could feel Aspen’s chest shake slightly against her back when she chuckled, her hands suddenly wrapping around the mass of muscle on Vi’s thighs.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Vi did it anyways, and as always, she did not regret it. She bit down harder on the muscle of Aspen’s bicep, pressing her forehead to the tiled wall. Only strings of breathless moans and whines spilled from her mouth; feeling the familiar stretch of accommodating Aspen’s fingers.

“Shit.” Vi could press her nose into the hard expanse of Aspen’s bicep, her hips stuttering in movement when she feels Aspen’s fingers curl in her cunt.

“Good?” Vi just nodded, her nails clawing at the tiles, as she opened her mouth to try get another word out, only to hiss in pleasure when the ball of Aspen’s palm pressed against her clit. She could feel Aspen press against her back, could feel the hard metal of her nipple piercings rub against her, her dark falling past her shoulder and tickling the nape of Vi’s neck. “No thoughts? Head empty? Where’s it all gone? Your bratty talk?” Aspen lets out a low chuckle. “Fucked it out of you, didn’t I, pretty thing?”

Vi only pushed her rear back into Aspen’s hip, a small broken, whimper falling from her mouth. Her hands were slipping from the wet tiles, so Vi opted to hang on to Aspen’s forearm. It always dawned on Vi, how Aspen could stay so calm and collected through moments like this; for Vi it felt like her body would fall, and burn from the inside just by the mere touch Aspen’s anything on her skin. “G-gonna cu-”

“No, you’re not.” Aspen’s voice was firm, running straight through Vi’s ear, the sound of the shower head was completely gone. Aspen’s fingers were gone instantly, and soon were wrapped around snugly around Vi throat, enough to keep her head in place. “You’re not going to cum, no matter how many times you beg me to. I’ll decide.”

Aspen wasn’t always a soft, pleasure dom. When she was in the mood she could get rough, and fast really quick, and more often times, Aspen used her physical advantage to move Vi in any way she wanted. Thank you, rugby. It’s not to say that Vi didn’t have some advantage with her own physical prowess, she was just… more prone to giving it up. The dangerous bit is that Aspen’s playful and a little cocky.

“Gods...”

“Hm. You called?”

Vi let out a groan of surprise, feeling the pads of Aspen’s fingers drag through her folds, circling her entrance before finally pushing through. Aspen hummed again, pressing her mouth against Vi’s jaw, using her hand around her throat to tilt her head to the side to press her mouth against the shell of Vi’s ear.

“Sucked me right in…” Aspen smirked, feeling Vi’s blunt nails digs into her forearm, hearing the puffs of breath spill from Vi’s lips. It made her own cunt leak and throb, but it wasn’t enough to keep her focus off of Vi, to satiate her own needs; Vi challenged her on her authority in bed, she was determined to show her.

Vi’s limbs felt weak at this point, a shaking mess and if it weren’t for the firm hold Aspen had around her throat, she would’ve fell. “Aspen… shit, please, baby.”

Aspen smirked; the corner of her mouth turned up to show the sharp end of her canine tooth. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Keep at it.”

Aspen fucked Vi close to two orgasms before rudely pulling back to amusedly take in the sight of her whining and begging for release. It was fun.

“… ‘S not fair…”

“No?” Aspen closes herself around Vi again, draping herself over her corded back, as her fingers find themselves in Vi’s pulsating hole, using her cunt to push her body further back into Aspen’s. Vi doesn’t bother fighting back, just holds onto Aspen’s forearms as she rested her head on Aspen’s shoulder.

“Really like your muscles…” Vi’s voice was slurred and breathless, her chest heaving and breath catching in her throat as she feels Aspen’s fingers lazily drove in and out of her.

Aspen laughed, pressing her nose into Vi’s cheek before her lips puckered to press a kiss to her cheekbone. “I like your muscles. So pretty… pretty thing. You can cum this time, okay? You listened well today.”

Vi could only moan out in relief, her fingers tightening around Aspen’s wrist, when her pace quickened. The shower was turned off a while ago, so Vi could really hear the obscene sounds Aspen’s fingers made in her cunt.

“So fucking pretty.” Aspen hummed, pressing herself closer to Vi, close enough she may as mould Vi to be one with the tiled wall. Aspen couldn’t help but run her free hand around the tightened, taut muscles on Vi’s stomach; her nails lightly running across the skin. “Wonder how you’ll look with my babies inside you.”  

Vi could feel her skin turn warm all over her body when Aspen opened her mouth, feeling her cheeks redden at the thought of ever being able to carry Aspen’s children. She let out an involuntary moan, her thigh jerking in response when Aspen delved in her deeper, almost as if she was spurred on by the mere thought of getting what she wanted just with her fingers. But, of course, that wasn’t really possible, as much as Aspen was Godly during their time in bed together, she didn’t have the powers to impregnate someone with her fingers. Aspen didn’t have the right assets for that either, she did, but for the sake of her own happiness and comfortability she created a body for herself that Vi and her loved and felt proud of. And Vi’s mind only drifted to the one thing that could, tucked away safely, far away in a clinic; if only…

“I saw the way you were looking at Leia, I know you were thinking about it. You want my babies, darling? Hmm? Would love to see you as a Mama to my kids. You want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” Vi moaned quietly, her hand pressing against the back of Aspen’s hoping it would bring her fingers in deeper, moaning a little louder when it did. Her other hand did its hardest to keep Aspen’s face close to hers, her fingers threading through the back of Aspen’s hair; she could feel the shaved hairs under her palm; it felt rough and tickled.

Aspen only laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly, before she slips her fingers out of Vi; her hands trailing across Vi’s hips, over her thighs, and pulling at the taut skin around Vi’s ass. “Hm. Whatever you want, darling. You’ll look hot as a Mama.” Aspen teased, lowering herself to her knees against the shower floor.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

Aspen stopped midway from moving Vi’s legs apart; hooking her strong fingers under her knee to hike it over her shoulder, looking up at her with a hungry look. The dark gaze washed over her slitted eyes, almost like a shadow across her face. “I’m hungry.” She replied, slowly dragging her palms over Vi’s thighs, her eyes slitted into a determined stare. “You’re not going to let me eat?”

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Vi felt frustrated, she ignored the throbbing pain of her elbows digging into the wood of the dining table. She would’ve opted for biting her nails; but the pen prior to the one in between her fingers broke and leaked ink on her hands and nails, thus making the activity taste horrible.

The newspaper held the same jobs it did the week before; either they were quick cash, or something Vi wasn’t qualified for. It would have been a pleasant day; the heaping pile of clothes were washed and folded, the kitchen was filled with the pleasant smell of dinner and Aspen was bound to come home soon, but the doubt, and the sadness all came washing through when she came to the realisation that she does not have a job. She felt lazy, horrible and utterly useless.

Vi was contemplating ripping the darned newspaper and burning it, when Aspen thundered through the door, the rustle of coats, and the thuds of her boots can be heard before she saunters through to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. Is that chicken pie? That smells good.” Aspen was loud as she walks around the kitchen to take a seat by the table. “How was your day? I was put in the toddlers’ room, and I feel really grateful that I usually work with the newborns- babe? What’s wrong?”

Vi didn’t realise that she hadn’t acknowledged Aspen at all, and in all her positivity, and excitement to come home and see Vi again, Aspen didn’t realise either.

“I-It’s no-” Vi stops talking to see Aspen looking at her; it wasn’t the usual lazy stare, and cocky smirk. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her eyes sharp as she looked at Vi with something akin to don’t lie to me. “I’m feeling frustrated cause I can’t look for a stupid job.”

“Baby, these things time-”

“No, b-but it’s been a year since I’ve gotten out! I should’ve gotten something by now-” Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, pressing her lips together as she looks to the side, she sneaks a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. “I need to pay you back for-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I asked you to move in. Mainly cause I liked you a lot, b-but my intimate… uh desires aside, you just got out of jail and I had an extra room; even though after a week, you moved into my room, but that’s beside the point, I wanted to help you. I don’t mind providing for us both until you get a job. This is your home as well. I thought I made it clear enough for the last year.”

Home. Vi hadn’t gotten that in a long time, not before meeting Aspen, and when Aspen came through, cocky smirks and suggestive advances and all, Vi had gotten a home the minute Aspen had confessed about her desire to kiss Vi.

It was quiet for a moment before Aspen stands up from her seat, walking toward a kitchen cabinet and pulling out a small, thin injection from a box.

“You want to help my take my oestrogen, Bubblegum?”

“You’ve always done it, why do you need help now?” Still Vi stands up from her seat, following Aspen to their living room, kneeling by the sofa on the floor. Maybe it’s time to wash these cushions. Vi wipes down at the fabric on their pillow cushion, before her eyes travel to the rest before the sight of Aspen bending down to pull her trousers take place instead. 

“Maybe I just want an excuse to pull my trousers down in front of you.” Aspen teased, yelping when Vi takes the needle from her abruptly, and using her other hand swat Aspen on her ass. “You can’t hit me!”

“Stop being so naughty then.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just makes sure the lid of the injection is thrown away in its familiar small yellow bin. She’s thankful the needle is pre-filled so all she had to do is wipe the targeted area, and pull up the skin on Aspen’s thigh, before gently piercing the skin with needle. “Does it hurt? Is it hurting?”

Aspen laughs a little, her fingers reaching up to pinch and pull gently on the red strands of Vi’s hair. “No, baby. I’m used to it.” Aspen pulls her trousers back up, her eyes following Vi’s form, as she throws away the last of the needle in the needle bin, behind her on the coffee table. Aspen couldn’t help run her fingers along Vi’s corded back, until they reached the back of her neck. “You look good down there.”

Vi turned back to look at Aspen, rolling her eyes fondly. “You always say that.” Vi couldn’t keep her gaze off of Aspen; the way her arms seemed to look larger at this angle; perched lazily on her knees, or the way Vi could settle herself in between the crazy, crazy mass of muscle on Aspen’s thighs.

“You’re always kneeling in front of me. What’s up with that?” Aspen leans forward, her nose nearly brushing against Vi’s cheek. Aspen curls a finger around a strand of Vi’s hair, twirling it around her fingers before they find themselves holding firmly onto her chin, keeping Vi’s eyes on her. Aspen’s eyes drop to Vi’s mouth, before she reaches down to press her lips to Vi’s. “You need to stop distracting me.” Aspen can’t help but keep Vi’s chin firmly in her hands, pressing one kiss after the other to Vi’s mouth eagerly.

“I’m not-” Vi laughs, her hands resting on Aspen’s thighs; Vi tries to pry her chin our of Aspen’s fingers, but fails miserably when Aspen’s determined kisses find their way to Vi’s fae again.

Aspen doesn’t let her finish, eagerly pressing another kiss to her mouth. “Stop kissing me. We won’t be able to stop.”

Vi laughs, pulling herself away from Aspen’s hand. “You’re kissing me.”

Vi ended up on Aspen’s lap, lazily moulding their mouths together. Aspen hums into Vi’s mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh of Vi’s rear. Aspen pulls back, taking a much-needed breath before smirking up at Vi. “I love your bubble butt.”  

Vi tuts, letting her hand fall harshly against Aspen’s shoulder. “Stop talking about my ass.”

Aspen laughs, reaching up to press a kiss against Vi’s chin. “Sorry. Don’t know how.” Aspen looks around the living room, her eyebrows drawing in slightly before she looks back to the kitchen. “Baby I think your chicken pie is burn-”

“Shit! My fucking pie! I used that expensive Piltover spice!” Aspen could only laugh, letting Vi clamber out of her lap to run to the oven, hastily pulling out their dinner. Vi looks down at it, pointing a finger at Aspen when she opens her mouth. “We are not ordering takeout.”

“What do I bring? I have no money to buy them anything. Do they know I’m unemployed? Will that hideous cat statue be enough? Oh G- I should have bought something before, then I wouldn’t be stressing 20 minutes before.”  

Aspen could only laugh in amusement at Vi’s sheer nervousness, and be a little hurt at her opinion on the cat statue Aspen made when she was 10. “You said you liked my statue.”

Vi stops her panicked stride, as she looks up at Aspen with a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Aspen gives Vi a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re hurting my feelings now.” Aspen’s eyes follow Vi as she walks closer, not being able to help keep her tough exterior when Vi falls into her chest. 

“Aw, is my big, bad girlfriend hurt?” Vi coos playfully, reaching up to pinch Aspen’s cheeks.

Aspen pouts, leaning her face into Vi’s hands. “Yeah. I want you to hug me.” Smiling brightly, when Vi obliges, pressing her nose into her hair and holding her closely to her chest.

“No, but seriously. What do I get your parents? I wanna make a good impression.”

“Nothing. They like you already.”

“How? I haven’t met them yet.”

“You should know by now that I have a very big mouth, Bubblegum.”

“Of course, you do. I’m victim of that 24/7.”

Aspen rolls her eyes playfully. “Pfft, please. You like my mouth.” 

“Sometimes. We gotta go, or we’ll be late. I don’t want to be late to meeting your parents for the first time. That’s a bad first impression.” Vi walks to the entryway, pulling on her shoes. When she sees Aspen just standing there, staring at Vi with an entranced smile, Vi could only usher Aspen forward with her hand. “You’re staring again. Hurry up.”

Aspen laughed, following suit; slipping her feet in her shoes, following Vi out through their front door. Aspen stands back, hands lazily in her jacket pockets as her eyes slide down to Vi’s ass, as she locks the door.

“Stop looking at my bum.”

“I told you; I like it.” Aspen says, her hand already slipping out of her pocket, to wrap an arm around Vi’s waist. “Really like your bum.”

Vi rolls her eyes, her own hands slipping in her pockets, as she keeps her head low; Aspen’s hoodie kept her warm against the cold wind, and the hood was big enough to cover her face. Even though she was technically safe; old habits die hard, and the horrid memories from Stillwater sometimes made her think she was still there.

“Your posture is horrible. No wonder you have neck pains.” Vi could only splutter when she feels Aspen’s hand on her chest and shoulder blade, trying to straighten her out. Aspen’s bewildered at the grunt Vi gives in response, as she lets her head hang and shoulders hunch again. “Aw, my cute, little emo girlfriend.” Aspen coos playfully, reaching over to grab Vi’s face, squishing her cheeks and pressing a loud kiss to her mouth.

As much as Vi tried to keep a strong front, she instantly melted at the affections from Aspen. “I’m worried your parents won’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“We- I’m an ex-convict-”

“They’re very open minded.”

“I have tattoos. I-I have a face tattoo!”

“You’re talking as though they don’t have a brown, lesbian, trans masc rugby player with tattoos and piercings as a daughter.” Aspen tightens her hold on Vi, rubbing her arm. “You’ll be fine.”

“Could you at least give me some heads up? You know, what they are like.”

“My dad laughs a lot, he will try to feed you, he’s very loud, laughs at his own jokes-”

“So, like you?” Vi teased, reaching up on her tip toes to nudge her nose against Aspen’s chin.

Aspen laughs, rolling her eyes. “Very funny. My mum is more quiet, reserved. She’s very etiquette crazy, she’s very motherly, and well- she can’t keep her mouth shut either.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Unfortunately for Vi’s nerves, they reach Aspen’s parent’s house a lot quicker, and much to Vi’s disappointment, Aspen didn’t bother knocking; pulling Vi through the door. “Mama! Papa! We’re here!”

Vi looks up from taking her shoes off to see what she assumes is Aspen’s parents. They were both short, just barely reaching Aspen’s shoulder. Vi is drawn to Aspen’s father first; he was chubby with monolid eyes that matched with Aspen’s. He was already laughing, petting Aspen’s face gently as he smiles widely at her; Vi was worried his dastar would fall off his head.

“You must be Vi. It is wonderful to meet you. I am Aspen’s mother; but you can call me Amani. This is my husband, Abani.” Vi could instantly tell that Amani was more quiet, the type to choose not to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Welcome, Vi! I hope you haven’t eaten earlier, puthar. My Amani and I have cooked enough for four armies.” Vi didn’t have time to respond to that comment, before Abani laughs a little at his joke, guiding Vi through their home.

It was a pleasant sight to see Ashni, perched on the couch; with little Leia settled on her lap. Ashni looked up from Leia, smiling at Aspen and Vi. She stands up, keeping Leia settled in the crook of her arm as she leans into hug Aspen, laughing when Aspen takes Leia with a raspberry blown to her belly.

Ashni give a quick hug to Vi, one that Vi eagerly reciprocates. “Aspen told me you were nervous.” Ashni whispers quietly; her eyes travelling along Aspen, who’s tickling Leia, and to her parents; who have settled themselves in the kitchen; preparing the last of dinner.

“I was. I feel a bit better now that I’m here. Knowing you already makes it easier.”

Ashni smiles reassuringly at Vi, placing a hand on Vi’s arm. “My parents are really fun to be around.”

Aspen soon walks over to Vi, reaching down to place Leia in her lap without warning, she turns to walk out of the room without another word before Ashni stops. “Where are you running off to?”

“I need to pee! I’ll be quick.”

Vi looks back at Aspen, before her attention to Leia. She’s gotten a little bigger the last time she saw her; she looks a lot less like an old man, and more like a cute little baby.

“Are you okay to stay with Leia while I help out in the kitchen?”

Vi nods and smiles. “Mhm. Gives me time to recharge a little.”

Vi doesn’t realise that Aspen has come back until she feels a kiss on her head, and a heavy hand on her back. “They’re all in the kitchen?” Vi just nods, her finger gently poking Leia’s small nose.

Aspen leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Vi, her eyes softening to a degree. She always liked looking at Vi; they way her lips puckered into a pout subconsciously, the way the skin on her bridge rippled when she glared, or the beautiful, beautiful way her large grey eyes gazed up at her with the softest stare. But the way her body melted; the way her muscles softened every time she held Leia was something that made Aspen thank the stars that she was alive to witness it. Aspen wasn’t ashamed to think what it would feel like if their house was filled by one more person, one more tiny person, maybe one that looked a beautiful mix of them both.

“I can’t wait to marry to you.” Aspen didn’t think she said that out loud, she at least thought she said it where only she could hear it, until Aspen’s cheeks heated up at the realisation that Vi did hear and gave an answer of her own.

“I want a nice ring, okay? Maybe one that matches my hair.”

Aspen smiled, her eyes running over every inch of Vi, her unruly red hair, that crooked nose hoop in her nostril, the indents of the small scars littered on her face and she smiled, so wide; maybe her face wasn’t her own anymore. Till death do us part, my love. “Okay.” 

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Like, even outside of trans men, cis men can and do face misogyny? Like being bullied for liking the color pink, showing emotional vulnerability and crying, having "feminine" traits because it stems from the idea that being feminine = bad, therefore men who are "feminine" are bad. The amount of times I've seen someone say members of BTS are "actually" women because they have Asian traits. Like... that's still misogyny.

Then when you do factor in transness, it gets worse because of the cross section of (certain) AFAB people are baby makers, how dare they damage their fertile bodies and AFAB people not being taken seriously so when they say "I'm not cis" they get dismissed. The black and white thinking of "only this group can experience this" just has zero grounding in how the world actually works and it's like pokemon weaknesses understanding of oppression where water types are weak to grass, grass types are weak to fire, and there's no overlap between

Yuuuuuuuuup. Which is why I made that longass post from a while ago about how like. No matter how you identify, if a bigot decides to have a problem with you due to even incorrectly perceived closeness to whatever makes that person mad, you're gunna experience [oppression] whether you correct that person or not.

I don't understand how we can get that Sikh men are mistaken for muslim frequently enough that their hatecrime statistics spike on a similar scale during the anniversary of 9/11, and that intersex black women in the Olympics are getting disqualified due to testosterone-checking inspired by transmisogyny, and still be arguing that being [identity] somehow makes you exempt from [oppression].

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motivos para você parar de dar palco para rpgs de harry potter.

vou ser curto e grosso. consumir qualquer conteúdo de harry potter em pleno 2023, mesmo que seja pirateado ou coisa de fã, é, sim, apoiar a mãe terf. é dar palco para ela, continuar dando visibilidade para uma mulher que odeia pessoas trans e quer nos ver mortes. rpg incluso.

por que você deveria deixar de participar de um joguinho? porque o universo inteiro é construido em cima de tudo o que ela fala no twitter. sempre foi visível, a gente só não queria ver. o racismo tava lá, a homofobia, essa velha ofende todas as minorias possíveis sempre que pode desde que colocou a caneta no papel e escreveu o primeiro capítulo da história. ela só soube jogar pózinho mágico em cima e pegar crianças que não entendem de literatura e sobre o mundo.

sei que para a grande maioria, harry potter é um refúgio. ajudou vocês em momentos difíceis, está ligado à memórias boas e etc., entendo porque você é tão apegade, mas você também precisa entender as problemáticas por trás da saga. Vou usar aqui pontos levantados no artigo "Problematic Tropes and Harmful Stereotypes in the Harry Potter Series" que estará linkado no source, porém é em inglês.

Uma das maiores provas de que a transfobia dessa nojenta sempre esteve bem na nossa cara é a própria Rita Skeeter. Por que? Rita foi descrita como tendo características físicas masculinas ("mãos de homem", "mandíbula definida"). E a Rita é para ser o quê? Odiada. E não é a única vez que ela foi escrota nos livros não.

Peguem seus exemplares de Harry Potter e leiam com atenção. Não nostalgia, TOTAL ATENÇÃO CRÍTICA. Primeiro vocês vão notar o quanto a escrita dela é fraca e o worldbuilding é péssimo, e segundo vão notar o tanto de merda que ela sempre colocou nos livros.

licantropia é uma referência à h.i.v/aids.

fenrir representa um homem gay pedófilo.

o machismo descarado do ron.

a existência da cho chang. a única personagem do leste asiático da série.

as gêmeas patel.

todos os personagens de cor ou que fazem parte de uma minoria étnica tem nomes esteriotipados. o aluno brasileiro provavelmente seria ricardo futsamba (obrigado fuji dei uma risada gostosa a essa hora, arrisquei uma multa de tão bom que foi). todos tem características 'padrões' do grupo que fazem parte, mal aparecem e são alívio cômico. coincidência?

a ideia de que bruxos do mal odeiam trouxas, bruxos do bem são amigos dos trouxas. analogia ao racismo óbvia, mas porque sempre na visão do privilegiado e não na da minoria em específico? a maioria dos trouxas dos livros e filmes são pessoas horríveis, e os nascidos trouxas são tratados como coitados e 'not like other girls'.

o primeiro vilão usa turbante! se você não sabe, isso é ofensivo à pessoas muçulmanas e sikhs (um grupo étnico-religioso que adere ao sikhi ou sikhismo).

a feiosa ter usado o bullying que o hagrid sofre por ser meio gigante para que o harry e dumbledore saiam como pessoas bondosas e melhores que os outros. o homem cis hetero branco padrão salvando o oprimido!

goblins são a representação de judeus.

centauros são selvagens. e bem parecidos com indígenas.

normalização da escravidão de elfos domésticos. claro que a única pessoa que vê o quão errado isso é, é uma nascida trouxa. e os elfos estão felizes sendo escravos, menos o dobby (também foi trabalhar justo pros malfoy).

a gordofobia com os dursley.

normalização do abuso que os dursley faziam com o harry. raramente era explorado e usado só como motivo pra odiar os únicos personagens gordos 'importantes'.

meu favorito: A BANALIZAÇÃO (por parte do fandom também) DO ABUSO QUE O SNAPE SOFREU A VIDA TODA APENAS PARA ELE SER O EXCLUIDO! OS MAROTOS ABUSARAM DESSE GAROTO, SIRIUS TENTOU MATAR ELE E TODO MUNDO, AUTORA E FÃS, BATEM PALMA PRA ELES.

os marotos eram bullies nojento. sem discussão. eles eram nojentos.

dumbledore nunca se importou com ninguém além dele mesmo e praticamente aliciou o harry a ser a criança da profecia. o famoso grooming.

poções do amor usadas para est*pr** pessoas.

a vilanização dos alunos da sonserina, descaso com alunos da lufa-lufa e corvinal e exaltação da grifinória.

isso é tudo citado no artigo. e o artigo tá certo. como continuar apoiando um universo horrível assim? "mas mira, a saga é do final dos anos noventa!" eu sei, e nessa época tudo era ruim, essas coisas existiam aos montes. mas estamos em 2023 e a bolsonara não mudou, não se retratou, apenas confirmou tudo.

e rpgs usando hogwarts, usando os personagens dela, são sim uma forma de continuar dando palco pra maluca. quer mudar o universo? pega uma das escolas que ela anunciou depois e cria sua própria história! uagadou, mahoutokoro e castelobruxo podem sim ser maiores e melhores que as europeias, mesmo com nomes tão ruins.

enfim é isso boa noite bebam água fogo nos racistas homofobicos transfobicos e PAREM DE JOGAR RPG DE HP EU IMPLORO ME DÁ GASTRITE VER GENTE AINDA JOGANDO ISSO

e quem gosta dos comensais basicamente apoia o nazismo.

#rp br #preparado pra enxurrada de hate que os players de hp vão mandar #cuidado o gado vai ficar puto #sobre: hp #⊰ 🔥：answers & rants ˎˊ˗