Funny how when there are POC heroes people never have an issue making them half white with basically all of their culture erased, but with villains they're always pure blooded POC with an accent always speaking in a foreign language. I bet if Lance was an asshole the fandom would be like "listen Lance Espinosa is a pure blooded Cuban boy-" 😒
dude. oh my god. i never thought about that.
THIS IS SO TRUE WTF like people make villains coded as every possible POC and sometimes not even like coded, just like BLATANTLY making POC’s evil af while any “”””hero””””” character is either white af or biracial and half white and mostly white.
I could honestly really use some prayer from you all right now. My thoughts and emotions are not normal - quite scary to say the least - my eating disorder is ruling me, I feel hopeless, my body is so physically exhausted that my fatigue makes me want scream from so much pain, therapy is kicking my butt, and I’m really struggling. You guys have never let me down each time I ask for prayer. So if you remember to include me while you’re praying, I’d really appreciate it. ❤
au where victor is a horse and yuuri is the ranch person thing
(this. this is why i was regretting taking prompts.)
(and eXCUSE ME ‘ranch person thing’ is my JOB)
Never in his life has Yuuri seen a finer looking stallion.
He leans on the fencepost, gazing dumbfoundedly at the perfect creature in front of him. He’s flawless. Ethereal. All long legs and flowing silver mane billowing in the breeze as the sun shone down on his sparkling white coat, galloping through the open field in the bliss of the springtime. How he ended up on his ranch, Yuuri had no idea. He had just appeared, like a creature out of a dream.
“Who are you?” Yuuri asks to himself. “Where did you come from?”
The horse turns his head and points his ears towards him, as if he had heard the question Yuuri has whispered into the springtime wind. His mane and tail whipping wildly in the breeze, the stallion suddenly tosses his head back and rears up, his front legs striking the air as he sends a whinny skyward. He lands, then gallops directly to where Yuuri is standing, stopping only a few inches in front of him.
Yuuri reaches out to place a hand on the horse’s neck.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, gazing into the stallion’s sparkling blue eyes.
Yuuri freezes as the horse moves closer, lowers his head and nuzzles his ear, as if trying to speak to him, as if trying to give him an answer.
“Yuuri, starting today, I’ll be your new horse.”
Yuuri bolts upright in his bed, hands shaking and drenched entirely in a cold sweat.
His husband stirs beside him. “What’s the matter, love?” Viktor drawls, attempting to shake himself from sleep.
“Oh, nothing, I just-” he tries to start, but not quite finding the right words to explain.
“I just had the weirdest dream.”
aRE YOU HAPPY NOW @forovnix and @actualyuuri ??? have you harassed me enough?? will you ever end my misery???
im quitting my job after this. deleting my blog and all my writing. thx.
Oh my god.. Ida I'm sorry for starting all of this! I was the original anon and I wasn't asking you to change your style!! I wasn't sure if those things were things you knew about or not so I was just pointing them out aaaaa I love the way you shade the characters and how you mix a bunch of colors and stuff, I wasn't suggesting you change your style at all!!! I'm so so sorry aaaaaa
Ah! No don’t apologize I know you meant well! You weren’t the only anon sending me feedback so don’t feel responsible.