book on my head

anonymous asked:

(This is my attempting to understand your POV better): So for the post about whitewashing, if I, a white person, were to cosplay as someone like Dean Thomas, a black male in the HP movies (Maybe books. I don't know of the top of my head), would that be considered whitewashing? Cho Chang? What if it is reversed. Say a PoC portraying someone like Harry, who in the movies is white? Thanks! Please note that again this is me trying to learn different POV and perspectives of things.

KP:  I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS ANY OTHER WAY

WHITE PEOPLE CAN NOT PLAY POC

POC CAN PLAY WHITE PEOPLE

WHITE PEOPLE ARE NOT OPPRESSED

A WHITE PERSON CAN NOT PLAY A POC CHARACTER

POC PEOPLE HAVE BEEN AND CONTINUE TO BE OPPRESSED AND THEY HAVE EARNED THE RIGHT TO PLAY WHOEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT


YOU CANT PLAY A POC AS A WHITE PERSON AND NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT YOUR WHITE TEARS ON THE MATTER.

anonymous asked:

Cassie I have a huge favor of a question to ask you. So I recently picked up six of crows (AAAAAAHHHH!!!) and I have yet to finish and I plan on buying the sequel bc duh my babies. What books have great characters like this book? I was told the raven cycle is one as well but what are some books you'd rec that I will fall in love with the character and not roll my eyes at the stupidity of characters written like shit. Sos please! Love your graphics!! ❤❤

trc is good (storywise) but i’d never put it on the same level as soc (literally the entire main gang a.k.a gangsey consists of canonically white characters except henry who’s treated pretty poorly and is written as a stereotype) however, i DO recommend carry on (diversity!!!!! lgtb!!! amazing friendships!!!!!!), the darkest part of the forest (bi faeries!! gay main character!! badass heroine who saves HERSELF, poc main character!! dangerous woods and blood-curdling faeries!! magic!! important themes/tropes that are rarely discussed/analyzed/called out in ya lit), all for the game (A LOT more mature than soc but it’s really good okay 10/10 would recommend!!), mara dyer!!! (definitely heavy on the romance but the friendships/dynamics are great and it’s such a cool story), shades of london (it’s an unfinished series about ghosts and ghost hunters and i need more people to read it okay)…  i hope this is enough for now! ♡

Beauty Behind the Madness 05:

Previous Chapters here

05:

Arleigh tore her eyes from her book instantly when she felt the presence of someone next to her. She wasn’t used to people joining her at lunch. I place my lunch on the table before throwing one of  my arms around her and peck her on the cheek causing her to giggle furiously.

“hello beautiful girlfriend” I mumble into the croak of her neck causing her to laugh more.

“We’ve been dating for four hours tops and you’ve become more cheesy than Romeo and Juliet.” She pushes me away from her but the smile doesn’t wipe off of her face. “You’ll probably be proposing by the end of the day” She exaggerates causing me to shake my head and laugh.

“Is little miss book worm making fun of a classic?” I inhale deeply as I pretend to be shocked causing her to roll her eyes. “Ladies and gentleman, the day has finally arrived where Arleigh Axle has insulted a book, lets give her a round of applause.” I begin clapping furiously causing her to glare at me.

“I didn’t insult a book, I made a reference, theirs a difference.” She stated before poking her tongue at me .

I was about to open my mouth to respond but the confusion that filled Arleigh’s face cut me off. Sitting right across from us was now Mitch  and Jonnie.

“So where sitting somewhere new today.” Jonnie breaks the silence sending e a knowing look causing me to roll my eyes.

“That’s not all that’s new” Mitch winks at me before turning his attention to Arleigh. “Hitting something new Shawn”  Arleigh fidgets uncomfortable and I feel the sudden urge to lunge over the table and punch that smirk off of Mitch’s face but I’m at risk of scaring Arleigh so instead I place my hand reassuringly on her thigh.

“How’s it going Ariel?” Andy asks as he joins taking the seat on her other side.

Arleigh’s about to open her mouth but I can tell she’s not going to defend herself and only answer his question.

“It’s Arleigh” I correct.

“Oh shit sorry.” He laughs and Mitch and Jonnie join in causing me to roll my eyes.

Usually I don’t spend my afternoons at school looking for freshman’s or talking to them but then again now days I spend most of my time doing things I don’t do anymore.

Finally I spot the one I’m looking for and rush up to her. She is standing with her friends laughing and as soon as she spots me she goes quite. Her friends suspicious as to why she had gone quite so abruptly follow her gaze to find me before following in her actions.

“Aaliyah can I talk to you for a sec” I tell her but she seemed to have already read my mind before I spoke before she was putting a bit of difference between her and her now silent friends who where clearly watching us.

I haven’t spoken to Aaliyah since yesterday afternoon and given the fact that we are in a crowded hallway I don’t think she will bring it up right now but I can see in her expression that she is desperately trying to keep whatever she wants to say in.

“What’s up?

"Just tell mum that I’m going to the gym with a few friends while you guys are at the dentist this afternoon.” I tell her. Her lips form a thin line and her eyes narrow as she looks up at me, I wonder if she can see through my lie or not. If she does thankfully she doesn’t say anything but gives a simple almost uneasy looking nod in response. Without a second thought I say a goodbye and walk away to my next destination.

Stepping out of the school building I look around for a fair bit before I find the car that I’m looking for surrounded by the owner and her friends. Like Aaliyah had, she stops talking and stiffens when she see’s me but her obnoxious friends only seem to notice when when I walk right past then so I am standing directly in front of Layla. She looks at me trying to keep a straight face but I know I break her when I dip my head into her neck and whisper into her ear.

“We need to talk.”

When I back away slightly I see her suppressing a grin by biting down on her cheeks before turning to the drivers side of her car not even bothering to say a thing to her friends, however I don’t have a problem with this and I get into the passenger seat. Her friends only back away when she starts the car and revs the engine startling them a little.

I thought I was a reckless driver until I saw Layla speed out of the school lot.

“Where are we going?” Something tells me that she knows exactly what my intentions are which is good I guess that way she won’t get the wrong idea.

“My house. No one will be home for a few hours.”

The car ride is silent which I am beyond thankful for suddenly I’m not the type of boyfriend that enjoys talking things out, even though I once was. The way Layla’s hands grip tightly on the steering wheel tells me that she is dying to say something which causes me to mentally groan. Layla isn’t the type of person that holds anything in which was one of the main things that attracted me to her at first, that she was nothing like Arleigh.

When she starts speeding I realize that her grip becomes tighter and tighter on the steering wheel meaning that she is working herself up. If I care for my own life, which surprisingly that even in my state of mind now I still do,  I need to speak up. Finding all my will and pushing my irritation to the side I open my mouth.

“What wrong?” I cringe as the words come out of my mouth, I must be the worlds worst ‘Boyfriend’.

“Why don’t you talk to me?” She seems relieved to have finally been asked that question, like the weight of the world was lifted off of her shoulder. “You don’t have to wait until your sessions with my mum you can talk to me too you know”

I Have to bite down on my hard on my tongue to not laugh. How ironic, the tables have turned. Once upon a time I used to say crap like that to Arleigh when she closed up on me.

“I know, I’m just no good at it” I’m so fake, using the excuse Arleigh used on me so many times. From the corner of my eye I saw Layla frown deeply and I new how she felt because I used to feel like that when Arleigh used to say the exact same thing.

Finally She parks in front of my house and for a brief moment we stay silent. Now that we are at my house I feel the sudden urge to take Layla as far away from here as possible. This is my private place, the only place I cant get away from everything and everyone. I don’t want to take her in there, a place filled with so many memories of Arleigh, heck I might as well take her to the park where Arleigh and I spent most of our time alone together.

Instead I reach over the middle console and begin kissing her roughly desperate to get the events of the last two days that have felt like a lifetime out of my mind. Layla doesn’t abject, she leans in more before climbing over the console and straddling my lap. My hands ran up and own Layla’s smooth toned thighs before finding a grip on her waist and pulling her closer to me so she was grinding up on me.

Layla’s lips leave mine and go straight for my neck suck harshly in a way that is pleasurable. My hand looks for the leather to take the seat back and as I focus on finding it I open my eyes but immediately regret it.

“Why do you constantly sneak out the window?” I ask when Arleigh finally reaches the bottom of the ladder . It wasn’t the first time the two of us sneak out  late at night  but for the first time I found myself wondering why she used the window and not the front door like I did.

“My dad isn’t like your parents, if he saw me sneaking out he wouldn’t just tell me off, it would be a lot worse.” She said unwillingly as she fixed up her black tank top making sure not to look at me while she spoke, she very rarely spoke about her dad.“ How do I look?” She changes the subject, not subtly might I add.

I take my time to look her up and down taking in her skinny jeans, tight tank top, and converse before smiling.

“Most girls usually wear dresses to parties.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know I had to change who I am to be your girlfriend.” She retorts sarcasm thick in her tone. I can’t tell if she is joking or not so I make a quick cover up.

“I didn’t mean it like that, if I wanted you to change for me then I wouldn’t be dating you I would be dating someone else.” Arleigh doesn’t say anything and I can’t see her face due to the darkness of the night. Instead I mumble a 'let’s just go’ before leading the way to my car.






I hold Arleigh’s hand tightly as we make our way through the crowd of people, the loud music overwhelming but I knew that we would soon adjust to it. Briefly I look over my shoulder to see Arleigh with her head down trying to make her way through the crowd of bodies. She must be out of her comfort zone here and Mitch’s parties are some of the biggest thrown so it must be beyond overwhelming for her.

When we get into the Lounge room I see  on a lounge Mitch with a girl I don’t recognize sitting on his lap, Andy and Jonnie are seated on the floor looking up at them as well as Tyler who I hadn’t seen all day, Tyler was probably the only one in our group that was quite and less rowdy which is why he was secretly my favorite even though everyone thinks Mitch and I are closest, it’s probably because I’m always fixing up the messes he causes.

“What’s up buddy” Jonnie calls from the ground waving his hands furiously in the air informing me that he has had a few too many drinks already. “Leigh- Leigh, how you going girl?” Arleigh sends me a knowing look causing me to smile and shrug.

Since we started dating a two months ago she does hang out with the guys here and there but she tends to stay quite around them, the guys mainly crack jokes and sometimes make her feel awkward which is where I have to step in and tell them to shut it but over all is going surprisingly well.

Mitch told the others on the lounge to go away, but not as nicely, so Arleigh and I could sit. I think Mitch was expecting Arleigh and I to sit the way him and his girl of the moment where sitting  with Arleigh on my lap and my hands rubbing up and down her thighs but Arleigh sat next to me and I throw an arm around her.

“Someone get them a drink” Mitch shouts as if he had a servant ready to obey his every order. Rolling his eyes, reluctantly Tyler  got up and made his way to the cooler  grabbing to beers and opening them before handing one to Arleigh and one to me, we thank him and he takes his seat on the ground again.

I look over at Arleigh to watch her reaction. She looks at the glass bottle in her hand and shrugs before bringing it to her lips and chugging a bit down. As the liquid goes down  her throat her eye widen and leans forward, placing her hand over her mouth to stop herself from spitting it out into Andy’s face.

“That is so gross!” She groans leaning back into her seat as her face scrunches up the aftertaste seeming worse. “The way people go on about beer I thought it would taste good, why the hell do you drink that stuff?” She looks around at us all helplessly looking for an answer. Everyone stares back at her trying not to laugh finding her reaction kinda funny.

“It doesn’t matter after a while.” I shrug in response causing her to furrow her brows together.

“What like you get used to the taste?”

“No you get drunk.” Mitch dumb’s it down for her and realization fills her features.

“Well I’d hate to see how you’d react to something like vodka.” Andy laughed. They all found Arleigh’s innocence a joke but I loved it, it makes her who she is. It makes her different.

“Truth or dare anyone?” The girl on Mitch’s lap pipes up before jumping off of  Mitch’s lap to go call her friends before anyone had even agreed. The poor girl doesn’t even know what’s coming for her, she’s going to end up  with a broken heart like they all do.

When she returns the game starts with the typical Mitch dares Tyler to go into the bathroom for ten minutes with one of Diana’s, Mitch’s 'girlfriend’, friends Lucy.

Pathetic eye rolling dares  continue to be thrown around until finally I’m chosen.

“truth.” I shrug not being bothered to do any of there stupid suggestions. Diana’s friends groan and shout 'boo’s’  but Andy ignores them and continues looking at me.

“Who’s top and who’s bottom?” Arleigh tenses next to me and I mentally punch him in the face. Just as I open my mouth I’m interrupted.

“Clearly Shawn’s top, Arleigh’s to shy to be top.”  Diana butts in and suddenly I don’t feel so sorry for her for choosing an ass hole to 'date’. “Let’s face it, it’s common sense.” She shrugs I take this chance to look down at Arleigh who is concentrating on hr hands in her lap pretending like she can’t hear anything.

“Nah I don’t think so.” I look up to make sure I’m not imagining things and sure enough it was Mitch who had spoken up causing Diana to watch him cautiously. “I’ve been with loads of girls and the shyest ones have to be some of the kinkiest, wildest ones.” he smirked before taking another sip of his beer clearly proud of what he had said.

“Well in that case, Shawn when your done with Arleigh sign me up for some of that.” Jonnie laughs causing Arleigh to stand up abruptly and stalk off  into the crowd of people.

Making sure to flip Jonnie off as I get up, I chase after Arleigh although it was hard to know where she had gone considering that there where so many places and so much more people. I check the bathroom, kitchen, even the bedrooms upstairs before I realize that if I was Arleigh I wouldn’t have trapped myself in a room in the house, I would go outside.

The sudden fresh cool air feels like such a relief compared to the stuffy hot house. A few people are outside the front of the house majority of them making out but right at the end of the driveway sitting on the sidewalk is my girl.

“Sorry they’re such Asses sometimes” Is all I can manage to think of saying as I sit down next to her. She doesn’t say anything but stares out at the empty street. I wrap my arm around her body and pull her into my chest only to have her push me away. I look at her completely confused but she doesn’t look at me she stays focused on the mailbox of the house directly across from us.

“I don’t want to.” She simply said not making any sense at all.

“You don…………”

“I don’t want to have sex, not now anyways, not for a while.” She interrupts me and for a moment I’m taken back. Never had Arleigh be so open and honest. Maybe that one sip of beer had more of an affect on her than I thought it would.

We sit in silence and I know she is waiting for me to respond but I can’t find a response inside me so instead I laugh. She looks up at me with a piercing glare causing me to shake my head.

“Arleigh, do you think I actually care about that? honestly.” I shake my head with full disbelief. Had I not shown her enough that I was nothing like Mitch and Jonnie?

“Maybe not now, but what about in a few months? what about a year? you’ll get sick of me and you won’t be getting sex so there’s really no win for you.”

“I don’t care about sex Arleigh! I care about you.” I begin to grow frustrated.

“Your a seventeen year old guy, of course you care about sex!” She try’s to raise her voice but it doesn’t come out as loud as she hoped.

“If I want I can use my hand! I love you, why don’t you get that.” Arleigh was about to say something but her mouth closes and her eyes open. She stares at me stunned and for a moment I’m stunned as well.

I just said I love you to Arleigh for the first time in five years.

“Are you sure?” She mumbles looking at her hands instead of at me as though she is scared that I have suddenly changed my mind. I reach my hand out and cup her face

“Of course I’m sure” I smile before pressing my lips to hers.

Standing right in front of her house was Arleigh with the same expression she had that night hatred and anger mixed with betrayal and sadness. As if she was just waiting for me to catch a glimpse of her she turns away as soon as I saw her.

Okay so what do you guys think shawn did to Arleigh? I really wanna know your thoughts!

20 questions tag *:・゚✧

tysm @studiette for tagging me!!

(rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20)

Name: i go by lily here 
Nickname: lily
Zodiac sign: libra
Height: 5′3″
Orientation: bisexual (and taken)
Ethnicity: vietnamese/danish/english
Favorite fruit: lychee is all i can think of off the top of my head 
Favorite season: winter
Favorite book: idek i read too much tbh but i really like the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde) 
Favorite Animal: does stitch count? red pandas 
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: tea
Average sleep hours: 7-8
Cat or dog person: dogs and i’m allergic to cats but i still love them lol
Favorite fictional character: what kind of question is this rn i love phichit and yurio from yuri on ice 
Number of blankets you sleep with: 5-6 bc i get cold rly easily
Dream trip: to see the northern lights or to korea/japan maybe
Blog created: idk like sometime in january?
Number of followers: some but most aren’t really active 

oh gosh i don’t have 20 ppl to tag…
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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.