I got an anon that wasn’t really a question and rambled about another skeptic so I don’t feel like posting it. I was kind of amused that they insinuated I am so distraught over Sophie marrying my “fave” that I can’t even say her name. The nickname Whatsherface is a joke based on the fact that her name keeps getting messed up, and she supposedly officially changed to his last name, but every news article keeps using Hunter (or Turner if they aren’t paying attention) anyway so it amuses me. I’m no more afraid to say her name than I am Voldemort’s.
I know this is hard to believe, but I have had plenty of “faves” in my 44 years on this earth and very rarely do I have a problem with their spouses. In fact, I can only recall one time I didn’t like the wifey - I’ve told the story before about not being happy about Calista and Harrison, but later changing my mind when I saw she seemed cool and relatable and he was obviously happy with her. It’s entirely possible that I could change my mind about avant garde Sophie, with the posh pedigree and smile that doesn’t ever reach her eyes. Stranger things have happened!
It would help if we knew who we were looking for.
His name is Gideon. He's my son.
Your son is an infant.
He was, but he was kidnapped by his grandma who's evil and also the Black Fairy. She tortured him in a realm where time moves differently and now he's all grown up and he wants to kill Emma to steal her Savior powers.
I know it sounds crazy but--
No, not that. Hook, who had that in the pool?
That would be Grumpy. 'Kidnapped by, until now, unmentioned magical relative and molded for evil purposes.' Really nailed it. He is going to clean up.
I'm sorry, you bet on how my son would turn evil?
No, we bet on what magical shenanigans would go down once you gave birth. It happens every time there's a new baby here. I had "Gideon immediately falls into a portal for the sake of irony."
<b>Fairy tail:</b> No one fucking dies in Fairy tail<p/><b>Naruto:</b> lol look at those nerds. They don't understand the pain of watching their faves die. You get what I'm saying right AOT/ TG??<p/><b>Tokyo ghoul/ Attack on Titan:</b> bitch don't act like you understand our pain.<p/><b></b> ..........<p/><b>Tokyo ghoul/ attack on Titan:</b> ( to each other) What do you mean you understand my pain???<p/><b>Tokyo ghoul:</b> listen here bitch, we've been watching our faves die for along time now. We literally watched our main go through some serious traumatic shit. So don't go saying you understand our pain.<p/><b>Attack on Titan:</b> ohohoo like we haven't?? Like bitch we have been watching our faves being killed wayyyy before you!! We had to go through so much frickin suspense and betrayal!! And we watched our faves turn out psychotic!!! Our hard headed main just turned morbid!! And like we watched there home town be completely demolished by flying Titans!! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT WE HAVE TO WAIT 4 YEARS!! TO WATCH OUR FAVES BE ANIMATED AGAIN!!<p/><b>Tokyo ghoul:</b> AT LEAST YOU GOT TO SEE THEM ANIMATED!! WERE STILL WAITING FOR RE!!!<p/><b>Attack on Titan:</b> AT LEAST YOU GOT TO SEE YOUR SHIP HAVING SEX!!!<p/><b></b> .............<p/><b>Tokyo ghoul:</b> lol. True true. *:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ<p/><b>Attack on Titan:</b>🖕(；一_一)🖕<p/></p>
Greetings people. I identify as a Black female who was born and raised in NYC. I am slowly progressing through my study of education and history in college. Other then that, I spend (probably) an unhealthy amount of time reading and writing sci fi and fantasy. But by high school, I got sick and tired of the same story featuring blonds and brunettes saving the day with their straight, lean male heroes so I turned to my librarian seeking something new. She pointed to Octavia Butler and the rest was history. I’ve been seeking diversity in media ever since.
Family life and Culture
I grew as the middle child of six siblings with my single mother and grandparents. Yes, my working-class household fits the stereotype. We even have an absent father *sighs* But, hey shit happens. And with the biological father turns out not to be the best father figure, shit had to go right out the door. Yup. But make no mistake that this is a norm. Most households on my block do have both parents involved in their children’s lives. Our circumstances called for us to have one. That’s all.
The house was full, loud and rambunctious. We made up a good portion of the children on the block (unsurprising) and basically ran it. There’s a whole novel that could be fleshed out of my childhood if I wanted to. Our neighborhood is very tight knit. Next door neighbors were treated like Aunts and Uncles. When summer came around, we were sometimes divided into groups as the parents who were off from work overlooked us while braiding our heads. Blackouts became an all night bbq and sleepover on each other’s porches. Crooklyn by Spike Lee was a good representation of what it was like in fact. Somewhat. Minus the brownstones, plus a couple more fights (lol).
My grandma was a nurse who’s pretty big on us knowing our family history. She made sure to talk a lot about our Gullah Geechee roots. We also had some Dominican culture influence since her closest friend and our Madrina was, well, Dominican. But she is fairly strict on gender norms and how my sisters and I should act especially with brothers. She antagonized me the most growing up because I continued to ignore this. We don’t get along but i can’t say i don’t get why she’s the way she is. She has a pretty dark past. My mother, a latchkey kid of the finest stock, is more laid back and gives all of us free range to make our own mistakes. Most times. Other times, she’d rather lecture us. Depends on our crime.
I don’t know what my grandpa used to do. He retired waaaaay before my grandmother. I also don’t know much about his culture. He’s 1st gen Jamaican who fully assimilated into American culture. Well, beside his food choices. Now, he gambles and goes to church. When I was younger, he used to teach us how to gamble too. And how to cheat and not get caught. We got a lot of free fast food while he taught us. He has gotten more frugal the older he got. And more isolated.
Dating and Relationships.
I don’t date. I have no interest. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. I’ve considered it but I rather have not seek out anything outside of platonic right now. I have a tight knit circle of friends and several other groups of friends I associate with depending on the activity. I’m realizing it seems like I’m using the term “friends” loosely but I swear I’m not. I’m a virgin and I feel nothing about being one until someone goes “*gasp* You’re a virgin really?” and then I end up on high defense saying “So?” Believe or not, that messed with me a lot.
My love life and lack of interest in having one has always been a struggle. In middle school, the group of friends I hung with were becoming more infatuated with love and sex. Yes, middle school, fifth through eighth grade, ages nine to thirteen. But, when they would talked about who’s hot or not, they would look at me funny when I didn’t join in the discussion. Instead of explaining myself, I simply copied other’s reactions and gushed along with them. This instinct followed me through High school til stopped out of annoyance. I became a listener and adviser in their relationships because I really do love stories in many shapes and forms. And I would never turn down hearing a story.
My primary language is English and AAVE. I’ve been living in a neighborhood filled with Blacks and Latinx. Most of my friends are Black and Lantinx. I didn’t meet a white person my age until college. Okay that’s a partial lie. I’ve been in a summer camp that was made up of predominantly white children. But as the only black kid in my age range, I was sorta uncomfortable. I never made lasting friends there. After High School, I spent a year abroad in Tena, Ecuador where I learned Spanish and Kichwa. I still suck at both languages.
Lots of my clothes when I was younger were borrowed or hand-me-downs. Half of them still are. It’s like thrift shopping without the hiked prices thanks to its popularity by rich white people (Thanks rich white people!) All my siblings’ taste varies. In my case, I’m fond of combining loose and tight clothing (tight jeans and a loose sweater/ baggy jeans and a tight top). No makeup. Silver accessories.
I used to have a short bob cut permed. I hated it. But I rather a perm then getting my hair straightened with a hot comb because the back of my neck and big ears would always get burned. It wasn’t until I made a friend with a natural afro that I realized my natural hair was even an option.
Lol I was a nerd with bad grades.
My family practices Santeria, which has historical roots in both Catholicism and Yoruba thanks to slavery (Yay slavery!). However, because the religion is not fully accepted or well-known, I tend to say I’m simply Catholic if asked. Apparently, a Black Catholic is hard to believe. It is assumed all Black folks are Baptists or some branch of Christianity. I have no idea where that stereotype came from. But I can give some guess. (*cough cough* Tyler Perry….).
As I stated before, I love scifi and fantasy. I especially love urban fantasy involving witches. I blame this love on Practical Magic and Eve’s Bayou, my childhood faves. It’s because of this love that I wish to see more stories with witches of color. And no, I don’t mean that one evil/mysterious southern/Caribbean Voodoo/Hoodoo witch hollywood loves to portray so much. That always plays into the “Black is evil” trope. Give me some damn variety!
I would squeal so hard if the mythology involved in a story isn’t even Eurocentric. I’m not joking. This is serious. When my religion was simply hinted at in the Raven Boys series (It was also a great way of making even more obvious that the character was definitely not white.) and Kenya Wright’s Habitat series, I squealed. All the authors did was write the names of some of the Orishas and I couldn’t help but put my phone down for a moment and inwardly scream with glee. That being said, if a writer does decide to use afrocentric or any religion involving “witchcraft” as a basis, I would personally ask that they make sure is is not a closed religion.
Santeria is, in fact, a closed religion. And while I don’t mind mentions of it in fantasy and even a main character stating they practice it, do not go any further than that. Don’t even research the practices within the religion other than what is public knowledge (And if you don’t have any public knowledge, just ask) Respect that there’s a limit. Anything further spelunking is consider rude, disgusting, disrespectful and dangerous. There’s things that I don’t even know because I haven’t been properly initiated. And the internet has a lot of these practices exposed when it shouldn’t be so please don’t look into it. Please.
Most of the cooking in the house has been done by my grandmother. Because of her various relationships, our food has always been a mixture of Black American, Gullah, Lantinx and Caribbean influences. It is so good. So, so good!
The only thing I don’t eat of hers is her seafood gumbo because I don’t like shellfish. One of my sisters said I should have my “black card” taken for my distaste. I said she could take it if she can name more black movies than me. She still can’t take it. My other sister wishes we could switch places because she loves crab but is allergic. The crazy girl actually sends her husband to buy some benadryl so she can eat some if we ever have some on the table. Smh. Siblings.
My family on both sides are quite fond of reunions. On my grandpa’s side, the family uses Fourth of July and Christmas to get together. On my grandma’s side, they tend to host annual summer reunion and send out RSVP invitations complete with schedules of the whole two to three day event. I didn’t mention this under my family life, but both sides of my family are boujee to different degrees. Lots of black sorors and frats members on both sides. I can’t believe that slipped my mind typing.
I’m a little iffy with Christmas. It’s more of a holiday for the older generation and our niece and nephews. The younger generation, however, don’t particularly care for the holiday. For some of us, it’s because it’s not really Jesus’s Birthday and Santa was whitewashed. For others, it’s because we don’t care to feed into the corporate holiday. For most of us, it’s a combination of the two. But we do love getting together when we can. My older sister and I have conspired to celebrate kwanzaa instead for the past two years. So far, it hasn’t grasped the interest of anyone else in the family.
Being nerds from a young age, my siblings and I have been called “Oreos” or“Not really black” by kids in school on more than one occasion. We shut them down by fighting. Probably not the best strategy but it was best one I could think of in middle school and below. Made it easier to go back to reading my manga.
I got compared to my sisters a lot. It was the absolutely most annoying thing ever. And a major source of my insecurities growing older.
Need I address colorism? My highschool was filled with it. #TeamLight v #TeamDark. I was on neither team, because in the region I live, skin color was a pretty long spectrum. I fell in the between. Who came up with this?
I’ll admit it. I hate my own tears. They make me feel weak. Which isn’t true…I know. But, it is a mentality I always had. I have depression and PTSD. This isn’t really a secret. I tell people if I’m asked. But have you ever had someone look at you and say, “Really? You don’t seem like the type.” ……
I am a black female. I’ve been labelled “Strong” and “Independent” the older I got. By my mother. By my siblings. By my peers. And I get those labels. Even from friends. I loved those labels. I call myself by those labels. I mean, who doesn’t want to be seen as strong and independent? Those are positive affirmations, right? I think they would be. If that wasn’t all the positive labels we could get. Somehow, society has decided we are beings that are incapable of being multifaceted. I was indirectly taught to hate my own tears because black girls don’t cry. You can’t cry and be strong. What a terrible mantra fed to black girl at a young age. So, instead you tell everyone “It’s fine.”
I told my therapist it was fine. Until she told me straight up it was not fine. And it was okay to cry. I don’t like to cry. But I still (involuntarily) did it.
Things I’d like to see less of/Things I’d like to see more of:
I’m sick and tired of seeing black and latinx folks being portrayed as only fantasy gangs members. We are not only gang members. That’s a terrible popular myth the media put out there and I hate it even more so when it’s portrayed in SFF genre..
I’m tired of having one black person in a novel being described as having skin the color of “midnight.” And he’s (it’s always a he) not even that important to the story
I hate how every time someone decides to add a person of color, they have to be ambiguous brown. I’m not saying ambiguously brown don’t exist and don’t need representation but is it really that had for a dark brown skin person to play a major role in a story that’s not about slavery? Speaking of which….
Why we always gotta be slaves? Or better yet….
Why don’t we exist at all in High fantasy stories? Urban fantasy? Brooklyn wasn’t always the gentrified white town it is now. Still isn’t. How are you erasing people of color from NYC??? We make up way too much of the population to be completely erased
Stop racial coding other creatures to surround your white human characters. Especially as the bad guys. That’s just shitty writing. Step up your game!
I love Black love
I love Gay love. I wish more would follow moonlight’s example and show poc are gay too and gay doesn’t always equal to stereotypical femininity.
I love interracial love HOWEVER, can we pair people of color with other people of color as well? I’m starting to hate seeing it always a white person paired with a Poc. Variety damnit!
Friendships between boys and girls that don’t transform into love.
Friendships between girls that didn’t start out as a rivalry.
Different body types besides the skinny and tall. Make a main character that’s fat for once. It’s not a problem.
Magical characters of color that aren’t “Noble Savages” or “Wise Monks” that used their magic for personal gain for once instead of waiting for the white hero to come.
Nerdy black characters who aren’t 100% competent and cries. One that isn’t in a five token band that always gonna be compare to the white main character. Make the nerd the main character!
That’s all I can think of at the top of my head. But my list really does go on.
imean do I cry myself to sleep every night thinking about how much I miss these idiots together like this?
Do I sit here and think about how much I miss how they made each other smile like they hadn’t just hung the moon but the entire solar system?
How they rocked the ‘spies just about to receive their top secret mission to topple evil dictators and nip home via KFC when they’re done’ look (BONUS POINT TO NIALL but honestly, the way they look so intense, “Yeah, but what sauce should we order with the popcorn chicken when we’re done Zayn,” *heavy sigh from Zayn* “Beats me, I just hope they don’t run out of gravy.”)
Staring into the crowd and into mine and your soul.
F$cking shit up at awards shows
Messing about at awards shows
Flirty giggly sunshines with Angus.(MY EYES - look at them)
The TIU junkets (should have been renamed jewel-ets cos of how precious these 3 were and Narry too).
Soft bubs, yes even with Louis’ expression
Trying to look tough bubs
They’ll be the death of all us bubs
*NUDgE WINK bubs*
LISTEN JUST WATCH THESE AND CRY (it has the walrus impression the second one which is one of my fave moments ever plus strawberry lace race where Zayn is distracted by Liam)
And just hope that we have the majesty of these 3 beautiful beardy boys
who are now such
great men in our lives together again soon.
I could’ve literally gone on forever cos I loved how they were perfect foils for each other, how they were so important for each other (STILL ARE), how they had their in jokes (STILL DO) bus 1, shpine/shmile, how tall are you? Miley Cyrus moment with lilo losing it with Zayn chucking it away.
When they were judging hard during the Miss America interview.
All the early beardy boys before they were beardy boys. We’re all a bit loose today *cue Louis losing it*
The only three people in the world that would ever persuade me to get onto a plane again.
I should shut up really but I don’t want to…but yeah…ONE DAY.
I don’t believe in call out posts. I think they’re unnecessary and usually create a tidal wave of drama over a misunderstanding or an issue that might have been resolved with a simple click of ‘unfollow’ or block’.
This is one of those instances where it is necessary. Where the actions of one person are genuinely harmful and quite likely malicious and it’s actually impossible to know the extent of everything they have done.
Before I proceed, I want to make it clear that I do not condone sending this person hateful asks-or, indeed, any- asks about their behaviour. If you wish to unfollow or block them-or not- then that is your business. But I did not make this post to encourage spiteful behaviour.
I want to thank everyone who contributed to this post, whether it was sending me data, good vibes, proofing or just cheering up my cranky butt at varying points between now and April. Without further ado:-
This is a callout post for user Vallanoble, for actions spanning back to February of this year.
as a nonbinary person whenever someone in ah is struggling to come up with pronouns for a non-gendered character or smth, my fave thing is when michael just calmly says “it’s they” like its the most obvious thing in the world. it just makes me feel safe. its a nice feeling
hey so apparently one thousand people accidentally followed me and forgot to unfollow so here I am making one of these :’)
uhuh lmao I made this blog in July of 2*16 because I wanted to be a Cool Person and I really didn’t expect people to follow me, let alone meet some of the greatest people I’ve ever met so here’s a few shoutouts to them
one of my favorite scenes ever is when they were all in the rover and octavia was on her horse and she was like “try to keep up” and they were bantering and jasper was singing and monty and miller were joking around and bellamy was smiling and raven was totally jamming at the wheel and then jasper was like half out of the sunroof and they were just all having a good time for like 2 seconds before shit went to hell again