Writing with Color has received several asks on this topic.

Everything from “how do I describe my character’s skin tone without being offensive?” and “what’s the problem with comparing my character to chocolate and coffee?”

I’m hoping to address all these and likewise questions in this guide on describing POC skin color, from light, dark and all that’s in between.

The Food Thing: So what’s the big deal?

So exactly what is the problem with comparing POC skin tone to cocoa, coffee, caramel, brown sugar and other sweets and goods? Well, there’s several potential problems you come across when you pull out the old Hershey’s bar comparison for your dark-skinned character, even if offense is not your intention.

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The top image here is of interest to Reylo shippers because it is concept art (i.e. official artwork created to visualise characters, scenes and settings to aid the filmmakers) showing Kylo Ren embracing Rey from behind, presumably depicting some kind of (attempted) seduction to the dark side. The image was very clearly based on the photo above, which is a shot of Adam Driver and model Daria Werbowy taken from Vogue magazine.

A fuller version of this image is analysed in great depth by Making Star Wars here. Their analysis was based on leaked and patchy information on the plot (what was known as of October 2014), and so the author was obviously interpreting the image without the context of the finished film.

Now we have the film and its depiction of Kylo Ren’s and Rey’s relationship, this concept piece becomes even more interesting. To me, there are three key observations to make here:

1. The dynamic between them was meant to have unsettling sexual undertones early on in the production process (the concept art is quite early, and this demonstrates that the weird dynamic between Kylo and Rey survived many distinct iterations of the film).

2. People really aren’t imagining the Phantom of the Opera parallels. 

3. You won’t find this concept or anything close to it in The Art of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I’m almost certain that that’s because Lucasfilm are actively avoiding releasing any material that could even hint at where things might be going in future films. This kind of image is rather incendiary in that regard, and I’m surprised that it’s kind of faded into the background instead of being seized upon and picked apart.


Well this was the progress I had for the first panel of aborted Part 15, intended to be a kind of montage (except I hate montages) of days and nights Mairon worked to discover the properties of the mysterious ore.  I built a massing model of Aule’s forge in Rhino to get structure and perspective before putting it in photoshop. My refs were Amiens and Saint-Denis.


The following facts I now hold to be true and absolutely 100% canonical as a direct result of leupagus and her frankly astonishing fic “to the sky without wings” (don’t read it, it will probably ruin your life) (BUT LIKE GO READ IT and join us in the Special Hell of beards and sadness):

Fact 1:  Poe Dameron had a debilitating crush on Commander Skywalker when he was growing up. He didn’t grow out of it.

Fact 2: The Jacket was originally given to 18-year-old Poe by Luke Skywalker as consolation following yet another disastrous seduction attempt.

Fact 3: Poe somehow got Luke to agree that if he ever got to the rank of General, he could finally score a date.

Fact 4: Luke Skywalker will henceforth be known as Trash Fire Jesus.

If you want me I’ll just be sitting in the corner shipping these two galactic disasters to hell and back.

p a s t || part 3

inspired by iggy and her current relationship with luke :) basically ur his ex and he cant move on from u bc ur hotter than iggy  

  p a r t  1 | p a r t  2 

“luke remember the thing i told you about?” arzaylea purred as luke scrolled through his twitter feed. the pair just had some epic sex, leaving luke tired and sweaty but  satisfied. 

“what thing?” luke scrunched up his nose in confusion, becoming suspicious of how his girlfriend was tracing his chest with her freaky nails and had a sickly sweet smile on her face. she was often grumpy after having sex, always complaining that she never gets to top or she never got to come first. 

“you know, the rent situation with my ex,” she said sheepishly with a shy smile, she bit her lip bottom lip in attempt to be seductive.

“oh,” luke blinked and nodded, “yeah, what about it?” 

you see, luke was a bit thick. “you said you’ll pay the rent,” arzaylea dropped the sweet act and rolled her eyes, getting annoyed with luke’s stupidity. 

“did i?” he tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face, he noticed arzaylea’s pissed off face and hurriedly added, “yeah sure of course i did! i’ll pay the rent, how much is it again?”

arzaylea burst out into a grin and wrapped her tanned arms around luke’s neck, luke tried not to ignore the fact that her hair was in his mouth (making him slightly gag) and hugged her back- simply enjoying the feeling of her boobs against his. “$5000,” she chirrped, pulling back with a smile.

“oh,” luke said quietly, his smile slowly slipping off.


“i haven’t partied in so long!” y/n yelled over the loud thumping music, accepting the drink from luke as she swayed to the beat.

luke smirked at how adorable y/n looked even in a tight dress that hugged her curves perfectly; sure, y/n was incredibly hot but  she managed to have this cute vibe radiating off her. “we should get wasted,” luke commented and gestured at the rest of the boys taking shots with a bunch of girls, “the others are.”

“i want to get wasted,” y/n gulped down the remaining liquid in her glass and shot luke a breath taking smile. 

the two soon got extremely tipsy and found themselves dancing on the main dance floor even though they’ve been strictly told to stay in the vip section where hardly anyone take photos of them. luke was taken back by how gorgeous and majestic y/n looked even in her drunken state. 

her dancing was horrific and completely out of beat but she managed to be breathtakingly beautiful and graceful. y/n soon realised that luke had stopped dancing and was staring at her as she jumped up and down to the song that was playing, “why aren’t you dancing?” y/n went on her tip toes so luke could hear her better. 

luke frowned and leaned in closer to her, he was quite deaf, “what?” he spoke in her ear. she rolled her eyes playfully and repeated her question in his ear.

this time, luke heard her fine but he noticed how close they were together and was suddenly over whelmed with the urge to kiss her plump lips. y/n became flustered at the way luke was staring at her and was about to pull away until luke steadily gripped onto her waist, bring her closer. 

“what are you doing?” she whispered but no effort in trying to pull away.

“blame it on the alcohol,” he said in a low voice and without hesitation, he fucking kissed her.

their lips moved perfectly in sync and maybe it was the alcohol that was sending sparks up their bodies, maybe it wasn’t; but one thing for sure, they didn’t notice the fan filming them in the background. 


luke didn’t remember anything from last night until he went on twitter. #luke and y/n was trending worldwide and for a second, luke was confused as fuck.

and then he finally remembered that he kissed y/n.

“fuck,” luke swore loudly and just in cue, the doorbell rang and luke had an uneasy feeling that it was an unpleasant guest but quickly opened the door, mentally prerparing himself.


he was right, “i’m sorry, i-i really didn’t meant to kiss her!” luke quickly explained to arzaylea before she could say anything more and nervously bit his lip.

“i can’t believe you would even kiss her!” arzaylea shouted, stabbing her finger to his chest with a disgusted scowl, “you’re lucky i’m such a good girlfriend or you were going to get dumped today!”

luke’s shoulders relax and he breathed out a sigh of relief, he took a hesitant step closer to her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. “i love you so much baby girl,” luke began kissing her neck, and i love your awesome sick ass blow jobs but like always, he didn’t speak his mind.

“now, do me a favour and stay away from y/n,” arzaylea pulled away with her nose scrunched up as if she had eaten something sour, “and, i need my rent money.”


shame iggy didnt burst out into an angry rap but she will eventually!!!! anyway lets see who luke chooses ?? y/n or arzaylea??

part 4


Seduce Me...
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Sherlock: *knocking urgently*
  • Molly: *opens the door, in her dressing gown* What?
  • Sherlock: *smug* Doctor Strange is a skilled athlete and martial artist with substantial medical and magical knowledge. Though an expert surgeon, Strange's nerve-damaged hands prevent him from performing surgery except when supplemented by magic.
  • Molly: *confused* Huh?
  • Sherlock: *blinks; smiling* Dr. Bruce Banner is a genius in nuclear physics, possessing a mind so brilliant that it cannot be measured on any known intelligence test. When Banner is the Hulk, Banner's consciousness is buried within the Hulk's, and can influence the Hulk's behaviour only to a very limited extent.
  • Molly: *sighs* It's four in the-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Mystique: a highly skilled combatant, actress, marksman and strategist in terrorist and commando operations. Black Widow: government treatments have slowed her aging, augmented her immune system and enhanced her physical durability.
  • Molly: *rubbing her forehead* Okay, what are you doing?
  • Sherlock: Oh, are you...not impressed?
  • Molly: *through gritted teeth* With what?
  • Sherlock: 'Seduce me with Marvel trivia' *dismissive* I overheard you at work. Were you joking?
  • Molly: *eyes wide*
  • Sherlock: *drops his jaw slightly* You were...joking.
  • Molly: *blinking* Well, I-
  • Sherlock: *waving a hand* Err, never mind. Forget it. Um, good morning...Molly *hurries away*
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *smiles*
For no mistake about it: The Silence of the Lambs is deep-down invested in exploring what it means that Starling is a woman, hunting a man who kills women (who, in fact, wants to be a woman, which adds an additional layer that I’m not sure that I can tease out properly), while being treated in a shabby way by all the men she encounters. Not just the obvious things, like Chilton’s lounge-lizard attempts at seduction, or the incompetent flirtation Starling has to endure from an entomologist, or the way that a whole room full of cops gape at her like an alien when she observes that maybe they should treat the mutilated corpse of a dead young woman with some respect and dignity. Even Crawford, who treats her with a relative plethora of kindness (Glenn is the only male actor in the movie who plays things like “sympathy” or “worry” or “respect” towards Foster while also not being a literal psychopath) is revealed pretty early on as conceiving her identity as a woman as something he can wield, against her will, as a device for leveraging Lecter. This is, I think, the unvoiced and under-appreciated reason that the Starling-Lecter relationship, that beating black heart which powers the whole of the movie, makes sense from her side: he’s the only male she encounters who seems genuinely engaged by her as an intellectually capable being with her own valid identity and inner life.