men in drags

Congratulations, you’ve made your way back to the original version of this post. Since I value my mental health too much to argue with all of you individually over an UNTAGGED VENT POST made on the PERSONAL BLOG of an LGBT WOC, I will provide you with some responses here:

1. Whitewashing is not acceptable. Reimagining a character as a different race is fine. If you’re okay with black Meg but not with white Tiana, then you’ve missed the point.

2. Genderbends don’t have to be F –> M or M –> F. You can reinterpret a character as agender if you want.

3. Stop acting like MOST women don’t have curvier shapes, longer hair, and feminized facial features, and MOST men have rectangular builds, shorter hair, and masculinized facial features. Those are what people go after when doing genderbends. They’re not saying that all women and all men look like that, they’re just doing what is easy.

4. A character being problematic can be an intention of a content creator. That doesn’t make the creator a bad person.

5. Stop sending me hatemail/death threats/other bullshit messages. I don’t think you want to cyberbully an LGBT Middle Eastern chick with depression, do you?

Tumblr REALLY needs to learn when something is a design choice done intentionally or for fun and when something is a racist/sexist/LGBTphobic caricature.

THIS is a racist caricature.

The various races represented here are grossly exaggerated and narrowed down to the utmost basic of their character traits, with the white guy being the most formal and the other races looking more savage.

THIS is NOT a racist caricature.

These are taking known characters and redesigning them to perhaps show what they would look like as a different ethnicity. Their designs do not boil down to exaggerated stereotypes.

THIS is a sexist caricature.

Women are inherently being represented as unable to do the most mundane of tasks, such as opening a bottle. On top of that, the woman is pretty, with lipstick and primped hair and nice nails, as only pretty girls can be in advertisements.

THIS is NOT a sexist caricature.

Each character is unique and has their own talents and skills, and even if the two girls are conventionally ‘pretty’, they are represented as incredibly smart and capable.

THIS is a transphobic caricature.

It represented the ‘trans woman’ as just a man in women’s clothes - notably as an ugly man with overly masculine features - and attempts to represent trans women as a threat to children despite literally no evidence to that claim.

THIS is NOT a transphobic caricature.

These characters who were originally male are being reinterpreted as women (not men in drag). This is an experiment in design, not a message that men and women are the only genders.

The major point in all of these is intent. In the first images, the intent is clearly to offend and misrepresent. In the second images, the intent is clearly to explore new designs and character reinterpretations.

So the next time you want to complain that people who draw Lucio as a Junker are racist or people who genderbend the Ed Edd n Eddy cast are transphobic, maybe consider the intent of the artist and realize that NOT EVERYTHING IS MADE TO OFFEND YOU.

Trump supporter: “The gays wouldn’t be “oppressed” or harmed if they didn’t shove their sexuality in everyone’s face and make it obvious they’re gay”
Same Trump supporter: *wears “Make America Great Again” hat, gets hit and treated badly and cries about how people have the right to dress and live how they want*

Somewhere Inbetween #7 (10/27/16)

Normally I (and a lot of other people) read Mulan as being queer either around orientation, gender or both. But Shang is falling in love with Ping throughout most of the film

So #BisexualShang anyone? … just me?

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Prince

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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i’m gonna be THAT person who says this...

but most of tumblr hates la la land for the same reason they love moonlight.

take a second and imagine if the roles were reversed. if la la land was a jazz musical featuring two poc’s as the love interests and justin timberlake as the token white boy. would you still hate it then? how about if moonlight was about the story of two gay white men? would you be dragging it through the mud instead?

i feel like most people hate la la and for being white the same reasons they love moonlight for being full of poc’s.

most of the people hate la la land haven’t seen the movie. they listened to the bullshit synopsis the internet gave about la la land that it’s about “white people saving jazz music” and it’s not that at all. or saw that the cast and immediately went naaaaah.

as a poc who had dreams of being an actress when she was younger and is working in this industry now, i cried at la la land cause it as a love story about the world i love so much. i’m a dreamer. and yeah…i’m a sucker for a good ass musical and love story. but in the same breath moonlight was a mesmerizing and important movie because of what it represents. how rare it is to see DARK men of color portrayed in such a vulnerable light. how it touched on the issues of homophobia that the black community avoids like the plague. how my mother was uncomfortable watching two black men kiss but still loved the movie and the conversation we had because of it.

representation is important. no one is denying that. but a movie isn’t automatically bad just because the cast is full of white characters. hate to break it to you internet but there are talent white actors in this industry. we SHOULD call out hollywood for it’s lack of inclusion in hollywood, but for once, this isn’t the case. moonlight vs. la la land isn’t black vs. white. it’s literally just two really good fucking movies and y’all turned this into some race war. they both deserved the recognition and accolades they received.

i wish the internet would fucking watch a movie objectively or at least watch the fucking moving in general instead of being so goddamn simple and seeing black/white and labeling it good/bad. this is the best oscars line up we’ve had in yeeeeaars in terms of diversity and quality of films. 

i’m so upset that moonlight’s win is overshadowed by the academy’s screw up and it hurts that la la land is being dragged and reduced to a meme. 

Joker Imagine: Harassed

Anonymous said:Can you do a story where the reader is going out with mr j and she wonders off in a club and a group of guys harass her and she’s innocent and just scared and Mr j goes crazy and protects her and just yea that’d be amazing and some Mr j fluff in it 😜

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

J and you were at his club, trying to have a good time after a stressful week. It was Saturday night so the place was absolutely packed! ‘’I’m gonna grab a drink’’ You told your boyfriend and stood up from his lap. He slapped your bum gently just so the other man around saw that you were his and they would better not touch you. ‘’Be back soon or I’ll miss ya’’ He winked cheesily as you walked off.

It took a little while to get to the bar while avoiding drunk people. Just as you sat down on a bar stool and patiently waited for the bartender’s so come to you when they’re finished, some guys sat around you. It was strange that J fell for you because most of the time you were nice and kind. But sometimes your head just got all messed up and you could do awful things, but that was rare.

The man leaned towards you and one even stood behind you so you couldn’t escape. ‘’Hi sexy’’ One of them with a dirty smile winked. He had messy hair and alcohol on his shirt. They all stunk like ass. ‘’I have a boyfriend’’ You defended yourself and nervously tapped your fingers on the counter.’’Oh he doesn’t have to know. Let’s have some fun!’’ Another one chuckled and touched your back. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got nervous.

‘’Leave me alone’’ You tried to warn them. After all if they would continue, J would kill them - no doubt. ‘’Don’t be fucking boring’’ The same voice said again and suddenly you were pulled off of the chair. The men practically dragged you away from the bar, making you so panicked that you forgot what self-defence was. ‘’H-Hey!’’ You tried to yell, but the music was so loud that your voice drowned in it. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall harshly and you hit your head.

‘’I bet you have such a tight little cunt’’One of them said, but you were so scared that you couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to. Your heart stammered in your chest and you wanted to cry. A hand touched your inner thigh and that’s when you felt tears stinging your eyes. ‘’Let me go!’’ You insisted and desperately tried to yank yourself free from their strong arms, but it was useless.

The hand rose and touched the lining of your panties, making the tears fall from your eyes. ‘’Stop!’’ You begged and wondered how no one saw this? On the other hand the three were towering above you, making it hard to see you. Before they could do anything else, you heard at least three gunshots and the person right in front of you, the one touching you, fell onto the floor. The other two stood there and turned white as sheets when they saw their friend dead.

Joker had noticed this and come to your rescue.

‘’Walk away baby this won’t be pretty’’ He growled and you saw two of his henchmen behind him. Two other henchmen walked up to the rest of the harassers and they were held tightly, not allowed to escape. Fear sunk into their faces and they knew they had fucked up real bad.

You walked away from the wall and watched you step so you wouldn’t step on the dead man. Tears gushed down your eyes and you were trembling. J nodded to his henchman Frost who then put his arm on your shoulder in a comforting way. Suddenly J walked up to the guy that had been on yout left side. ‘’You did something really dumb’’ J growled in his face madly. The people around you knew what was going on, but no one dared to step in whatsoever. 

‘’I-I’m sorry!’’ The man cried out in pure fear, but sorry wasn’t enough. Joker kneed his crotch and a painful yelp escaped his lips. J repeated the action and horror grew on the other guy’s face.  You watched as he started beating the guy like a maniac as the henchman hold the guy. ‘’No one..’’ J started and held onto his jaw tightly. ‘’..disrespects my queen like that!’’ He finished angrily and punched the man straight in the face and I could hear his nose breaking. It made me sick in the stomach.

A sob made Frost look at you again.You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to stay calm, but you were still shocked. Everything happened so fast. You felt disgusting since the guy had touched you there. ‘’Frost do me a favour and take her to my office. I bet she doesn’t want to see the rest’’ J sighed and faced you with his back, clothed with a golden jacket. Frost replied with a ‘’yes sir’’ and then started walking away with you beside him. People stepped out of the way as Frost took me towards the hall where there was an elevator.

As soon as you two got in the elevator, silence fell over. Tears were ruining your make-up and I kept trembling. ‘’I’m sorry miss’’ Frost apologized softly. He was one of J’s most trusted men so you had talked to him a lot. You just nodded and then wiped away some tears which was useless. The doors slid open and you walked to the left until you were behind a black door. ‘’J’s r-really mad’’You whimpered and sat down on a big chair that was in J’s office. Frost nodded shortly.

‘’He flipped the table when he was told what was going on’’ Frost let you know. You looked at him silently. J really cared about you which was weird. Why? ‘’Do you want anything? Water?’’ Frost suggested and saw how uncomfortable you looked. ‘’No thanks’’ You mumbled and then bit the inside of your cheek to hold back cries. 

A few minutes later the door opened and J walked back. His clothes were bloody and his knuckles were already bruising. He seemed pissed as hell. When he saw you sitting there, he hurried to you. 

‘’Oh baby..’’ He breathed out and put his warm hands on your arms and then got on his knees in front of you. He seemed relieved to see you there after beating people up.  You put your hand on his and tried to stay calm. ‘’Thanks Frost’’ J muttered and a second later he walked out, leaving you two alone. That’s when tears started to run down your cheeks again.’’Oh baby..don’t you cry..They can’t do anything to you anymore’’ He promised and gathered himself. He picked you up and then sat on the chair and placed you on his lap. 

‘’I’m sorry..I-I don’t know what happened..’’ You whimpered, still scared of the situation. J wrapped his arms around you softly. ‘’Shh..It’s not your fault’’ He reminded you with a calmer voice and started rubbing your back gently like you were as fragile as a feather. You nuzzled closer to him and then his scent calmed you down. You were safe with him

Under My Protection

 Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley 

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 877

 Drabble:  He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.

 You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.

 Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.

 “Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”

 “Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.

 “My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.

 The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.

 “I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”

 “No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that sexy dress I gave you.”

 Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. All of them short and tight. So you choose the purple one, which isn’t so short but has a deep cleavage. For some reason, Harley loves your breasts and wants you to show them to the world. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.

 “That’s how I like it. Everyone on his club will stare at you.”

 “I know.”

 The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seemed. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very very rich.

 “Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”

 “Well, just don’t tell anyone.”

 You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many half naked girls to what seems to be the backstage.

 “He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.

 “So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, hungry eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.

 “She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”

 “Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.

 “Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.

 “No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.

 They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.

 “What? You’re a fucking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”

 “Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.

 “Yes, she is.”

 His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.

 “So. You two have business?”

 “Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.

 Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.

 “Let me…”

 His cold fingers touch your chin, moving down to your neck and then your shoulders.

 “I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”

 Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the damn club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.

 Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.

 “Sooooooo. Did you like him?”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”

 “I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.

 “Okay then.”

 “I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”

 You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.