i hate coloring the colored one

anonymous asked:

i hate that your empurata windblade looks prettier than actual windblade. do you know how hard that is.

I’m not a huge fan of her design, there’s a kernel of something cool there but it’s covered by glitter and standardization. I think the reason it looks better is because it’s not as busy, her whole head and face have way too much details so it looks uninteresting since the only thing separating the face is different color. Designs need contrast and not only color one, and there’s little of that in hers. She needs either a more plain helmet, which I would personally prefer, or removal of face paint.

Okay, it’s acceptable to use body paint when cosplaying a Silurian, Orion girl, Twi’lek, Togruta, etc.

Is it racist or just in very poor taste for white people to cosplay black characters? And why is it acceptable to use body paint when cosplaying aliens of color, as opposed to humans of color? (I know the answer is tied up somewhere in blackface and other ugliness, but shouldn’t we have just one standard for everyone?)

Please discuss.

(I love Finn and Martha Jones and would like to cospay them, but I dread the inevitable hate.)

Me: [watching a historical period drama/looking at a historical period drama gifset]

Actress: I dislike this black-

Me:

Actress: table. It invokes nothing but dread in my soul.

Me:

Actor: Hm. Peculiar since the table doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the native-

Me:

Actor: Brazilian flowers you have in this vase. They’re awfully ugly for flowers.

Me:

Actress two: You both ought to be happy that we didn’t have to buy that unsightly painting Grandmother Martha kept raving about at the store.

Me:

Actress two: Anyways I hate the colored folk

Actor and Actress one: Cheers! We too hate the coloreds!

Me: 

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.