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cryophiliac · 5 months
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Thoughts on Burrow's End
This campaign is difficult to watch when two of the three white players are unintentionally monopolizing the game.
Brennan tried to include Rashawn, but she and Jasper fell by the wayside because Siobhan and Izzy went "Child characters!" and their sense of strategy and collaboration seemed to diminish. I don't think that was deliberate on their part. Siobhan made some conscious choices to be helpful, while Izzy has pushed every limit she's come across.
Aabria's GMing has improved so much and I wish she didn't have to wrangle her white players. She had so much more power during A Court of Fey and Flowers. There was just a better dynamic between her and the players that season.
I hope players will consider this aspect of party dynamics in the future. I don't like seeing Black players (or any BIPOC) having to make themselves small /:
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rokhal · 8 months
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OK so I have (far too) recently learned (I probably learned it earlier and dumped the info) that Spanish names go Personal-Personal Paternal Maternal. Hence, Miles Morales, son of Jefferson Davis and Rio Morales.
wwAAY back in 2018 I extrapolated that Robbie Reyes' dad was named Alberto Reyes, getting the naming order totally wrong in all my fanfics that touch on Robbie's parents, Eli's real name, etc. However. I have also decided that Robbie's mom Juliana (to whom I gave the surname Orozco) came from a troubled home.
So. To fix this. I could say that Juliana hated her dad so much that she Americanized her sons' names just to get rid of the reminder.
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cheesecakeyuri · 2 months
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I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵
(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)
Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.
Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)
ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY
(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)
IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE
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scentedluminarysoul · 10 months
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year
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While it is problematic to see events based only on our experiences even more the ones related to prejudice I'll admit that England prohibition of the Scottish gender affirmative laws scares me on way more than it's transphobia and opression towards the scotish people. It makes me think that if England isn't afraid of imposing their will on a country that on papper they consider their equal how do they react towards the people and countries they don't. That on my case means would England do an U.S similar move and help stabelish dictatorships on latin america if we did something that they considered against their values or that somehow affected their control? But on a general case it goes to ask about their relationship with India or how the goverment as whole treats imigrantes specially people of color and muslins (mostly muslins of color) and many more questions and fears related to racism and xenophonia.
This situation is of course about transphobia first as England doing all that to stop my fellow trans people from having measures that could drasticslly improve their life is a clear act of hate against us (and I don't know even how to conceptualize it, Brazil is if not the one of the countries with the higher rate of trans people being killed for our gender identity, we have few representation and transitioning while legal is quasi impossible even people who support trans rights outside the comunity are mostly either uninformed or do unintencional casual transphobia (for instance when I still identifield as nb and not trans a dear normally supportive friend wished me happy woman's day), the idea of having this bill is something out of a fairy tale to me and it likely was for older scottish trans people and to finally see this fairy tale becaming reality and by popular vote as well showing that your society is learning and caring only to have it took from you must be the worst feeling ever). I'm not trying to disminish this fact or put trans issues in second place. But there is no fight if we aren't all on it and it's important to understand how systemic those prejudices are. It's important that a trans white person understand what this implies to trans non white people and to cis non white people as well. Just as it is important that cis non white people understand how this impacts the trans comunity. We need to look at all angles and stand together.
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the project im currently working on in english class right now
Supernatural 2005 by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Robbie Thompson
Supernatural was a TV show about two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, who hunted demons and other assorted supernatural creatures. The creators of Supernatural often did not cast people of color for major or recurring characters, and when they did there were problematic and harmful stereotypes and depictions of those characters. There were also issues throughout the show with Asian fetishization. Despite this, I would still recommend it to anyone who enjoys horror and drama shows.
On season 2 episode 3 “Bloodlust,” a character named Gordon Walker was introduced. He was played by Sterling K. Brown, a black man, and he was a secondary antagonist throughout season two and early season three. Walker’s villain type was “delusional vigilante.” His character was an allegory for racism in that he hated all supernatural beings, especially vampires. He killed his own sister because she was turned into a vampire. Walker was originally introduced as a friend and ally to Sam and Dean — even a parallel to Dean himself. It was shown soon after that he was incredibly biased against vampires when he attempted to kill one who proved that she was not evil. He killed every other vampire in her nest, leaving her alone and grieving. Walker was an example of the harmful stereotype that black men are predisposed to violence. This is an unfortunately common portrayal of black men and boys in much of our media — especially that which is written and produced by white people. His character arc ended with him becoming a vampire and being killed by Sam in an act of self defense. 
On season 7 episode 21 “Reading is Fundamental,” Kevin Tran is introduced. He is played by Osric Chau, who is Canadian and of Chinese and Malaysian descent. Kevin’s mother, Linda Tran, is introduced during season 8 episode 2 “What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?” She is played by Lauren Tom, who is Chinese. They embody many American stereotypes of Asian, specifically Chinese, family dynamics. Kevin is academically high achieving, and Linda puts a lot of pressure on him to get good grades and go to a good college. Linda and Kevin are the only major recurring Asian characters in the show. Early in the show, Dean mentions a porn site called Busty Asian Beauties. Throughout the show, it becomes a running joke, but it does fetishize Asian women, which is a real issue that exists in our world. While it is a joke that mainly makes fun of Dean's porn obsession, it is an inappropriate use of Asian characters. Season 2 episode 14 , "Tall Tales," the brothers encounter a trickster god, who is the episode's antagonist. The trickster is a man who can create things and people out of thin air. He liked to make women for himself to have sex with, and he makes a small group of south Asian women in lingerie for Dean as a distraction. This was also the episode where the joke began. The joke runs through season fifteen, which was written and filmed in 2020.
S.J.R.
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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lil-gae-disaster · 22 days
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I can't wait to see my mom's face when she passes my room one night while I'm doing my nightly Duolingo and she only hears sentences like "Ki lè anivèsè w? (When is your birthday)" or "Lè aswè nan ete, Wonmi kouri (every evening in the summer, Wonmi runs) (idk if the sentences structure is right like that)" and asks herself what spirits her child is summoning 💀
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seven-oh-four · 1 year
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I'm still pretty new to chess, can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do if my opponent plays the Eight Fucking Bears opening? I'm really having trouble.
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petricorah · 2 months
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i mean, how could they not notice? [ids in alt]
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scarystickers · 8 months
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Media that the gay tumblr people love
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inkskinned · 7 months
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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fromkenari · 8 months
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I would like this book a lot more if it weren't for the repeated blindsiding stereotypes of Mexican immigrants and their descendants by a white author. Each time it just completely kicks me out of the story, and it's not necessary, so why the fuck is it there?
Out of all the problems I have with the book after 3.5 chapters (20% of the book according to my Kindle,) this is the thing that makes me want to quit reading. Because I've peripherally seen this issue come up, and people are always dogpiled with, "The author talked to actual Mexican immigrants in Texas!"
Congratu-fucking-lations. Give them a fucking medal for being able to talk to a person of color who immigrated to the United States and not give a single Iota of a shit to even name them properly or use names that aren't from actors in the Star Wars franchise, let alone have compassion toward their plight to include it appropriately in the book.
So happy I'm reading the damn book. Alex is a complete bitch and is preoccupied with wanting something physically violent to happen to Henry like it's the age-old harmful playground cliche of the boy hurting the girl he likes. Meanwhile, he's been in love with Henry since he was 12. I'm also convinced Leo might be an actual android, but not a cute wannabe one like Todd from Jury Duty.
And I'm going to stop there before I rip this book into tiny shreds over how much I do not like things about it because it detracts me from the point that the racism, classism, and xenophobia are steaming and gross and it's an absolute fail on the inclusion. Thank GOODNESS the movie didn't talk about Percy's half-assed background from the book.
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apollos-olives · 6 months
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white people stop talking.
and i don't mean stop talking about palestine or stop sharing news or information, i'm saying stop TALKING. you are not our white saviors. you should not talk over us. every single thing you guys are saying, palestinians have said it tenfold. stop feeling as though you are the spokesperson for all of palestine. you do not get to talk over palestinian voices. you must BOOST our voices. you must share OUR voices. you must speak OUT about SHARING our voices. we are and have been saying everything you're saying only now for 75 years. you don't get to prounce around all up here and claim you're suddenly a voice for palestinians. we have our own voices. we have said everything. stop taking the light away from us sharing our experiences and pretending as though you have a part or a role in talking about our grief.
we need people to share OUR voices. we need people to share OUR dreams. OUR lives. OUR strength. we do not need you to speak for us, we need you to help find a place for US to speak.
i'm so tired of the idea that "no one listens to the poc so we as white people must speak for them because everyone only listens to white people". i'm tired. MAKE THEM LISTEN TO US. do not speak for us, but share OUR voices. FORCE the world to LISTEN to US.
BOOST OUR VOICES. SHARE OUR STRUGGLES. OUR DREAMS. OUR STRENGTH. MAKE THEM LISTEN. MAKE THE WORLD LISTEN.
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muddypolitics · 9 months
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(via Kari Lake asks Arizona Supreme Court to overturn her loss, let her skip the appeals process)
white privilege at its most blatant
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Happy White Day!
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Credit goes to @plus_Q_, thanks for the nice artwork!
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