mixed heritage families

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The Statement Reads as Follows:

“I accepted the role unaware that the character in the original comics was of mixed Asian heritage,” Skrein explained in his statement. “There has been intense conversation and understandable upset since that announcement, and I must do what I feel is right.”

“It is clear that representing this character in a culturally accurate way holds significance for people, and that to neglect this responsibility would continue a worrying tendency to obscure ethnic minority stories and voice in the Arts. I feel it is important to honour and respect that. There I have decided to step down so the role can be cast appropriately.”

“Representation of ethnic diversity is important, especially to me as I have a mixed heritage family. It is our responsibility to make moral decisions in difficult times and to give voice to inclusivity. It is my hope that one day these discussions will become less necessary and that we can help make equal representation in the Arts a reality.”

"I am sad to leave Hellboy but if this decision brings us closer to that day, it is worth it. I hope it makes a difference.”

“With love and hope,”

“Ed Skrein”

This not only shows that actors have a say in what roles they take, but also that what they do in such situations showcases their true integrity.

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Representation of ethnic diversity is important, especially to me as I have a mixed heritage family. It is our responsibility to make moral decisions in difficult times and to give voice to inclusivity. It is my hope that one day these discussions will become less necessary and that we can help make equal representation in the Arts a reality.

hollywoodreporter.com
Ed Skrein Exits 'Hellboy' Reboot After Whitewashing Outcry
"Representation of ethnic diversity is important, especially to me as I have a mixed heritage family," the actor wrote in a statement one week after he joined the film.

“It is clear that representing this character in a culturally accurate way holds significance for people, and that to neglect this responsibility would continue a worrying tendency to obscure ethnic minority stories and voice in the Arts. I feel it is important to honour and respect that. There I have decided to step down so the role can be cast appropriately. Representation of ethnic diversity is important, especially to me as I have a mixed heritage family. It is our responsibility to make more decisions in difficult times and to give voice to inclusivity. It is my hope that one day these discussions will become less necessary and that we can help make equal representation in the Arts a reality.”

Please go see The Boxtrolls!

I couldn’t type about this last night because I got home from the movie at like 12am and I was so exhausted I had to pass out. And much to my dismay when I checked tumblr to see how excited people were about the very important messages in this movie, I found out that someone had started a rumor about how it was trans misogynist.

Tumblr has already begun spreading rumors about how it is trans misogynist and is making fun of trans people. THIS IS SIMPLY NOT TRUE.

Here’s what happened, though I already reblogged a more detailed post about it, this is the TL;DR version:

The evil villain who pretty much a poor person with ‘ambition’ who decides to step on other people to get to the top to acquire the status symbol of privileged old white guys of the movie, at one point in the movie is revealed to dress in drag as a disguise. He has an alternate persona named Madame Frou Frou who he uses to laud himself for trampling the box trolls and spinning terrible myths about their monstrosity. This Madame Frou Frou is used to sing uncomfortably painful songs about how the boxtrolls are monsters. This is because the leader of the old white privileged dudes HATES the evil bad guy, but he ADORES this Madame Frou Frou. AT THE END OF THE MOVIE, THE EVIL BAD GUY REVEALS HIMSELF TO BE MADAME FROU FROU, AND TEASES POINTEDLY AT THE LEAD OLD WHITE GUY WHO HATES HIM, IN A 'HAH I GOT YOU’ KIND OF WAY.

Now that is over,

THE REASON YOU SHOULD PLEASE GO SEE THE BOXTROLLS MOVIE:

1. Laika is a small company that is constantly doing wonderful progressive things and should be applauded for it. Please, they do not have the numbers of the big three (dreamworks/disney/pixar) and need to get the cult following NOW, not after the movie has been released on dvd and gone out of theaters.

2. This movie, is, in a nutshell: The absolute best allegory for classism, racism, and mixed heritage families I’ve ever seen. And it’s an animated kids film that I expect lots of kids (and their parents) will go see. The classism and privileged society stuff you see in the story is so spot on, that at times the movie is actually really painful, and heartbreaking to watch. There were times where I was literally uncomfortable and awkward and confused as to why I was? And by the end of the movie I realized that there were actual caricatures of those infuriating people in real life that we try to educate and argue with on a daily basis. I mean, we all know how exhausting it is, and how defensive and nervous you get when privileged people talk about the poor or POC?? I got this same feeling when watching it because they pin point those people so well in this movie and they are not only the villains, but the foils/people who do nothing to help.

3. IT IS LITERALLY JUST SUPER FUN, ADORABLE, HILARIOUS, AND AWESOME TO WATCH. Please, it was so much fun, and when you do go see it, you have to stay till the end of the credits for the best part.

 

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Why is Kuvira so hell-bent on reclaiming the United Republic for the Earth Empire?

My theory: Because of the Avatar.

Hear me out. I don’t mean the Avatar as in Avatar Korra. I mean the Avatar the person.

Kuvira saying that the United Republic was “stolen” from the Earth Empire/Kingdom is probably a legitimate excuse in her mind, as well. No doubt. That definitely plays into a lot of it.

But, I think one reason why she’s not willing to back down, why she’d rather give up her fiancee to wipe out Korra et al is simple – she wants the Avatar.

Korra’s successor – if she has one – would be a native Earthbender. That means he would be born to either parents in the Earth Empire, or a mixed heritage family (with at least one parent of EE heritage) in the United Republic (a la Mako and Bolin).

That’s why Kuvira is so desperate to retake Republic City. Not only is a show of power on the world stage. Not only is it a retaking of what she considers to be rightfully Earth Empire territory. But it would mean basically guaranteeing that Korra’s successor would be born in her jurisdiction.

She wants to have the next Avatar on her side.

That’s why she demanded that President Raiko hand the Avatar over to her. That’s why she tried to kill Korra in “Battle of Zaofu.” Kuvira definitely believes in the Avatar’s power both on a physical and a political scale. She needs the Avatar – either present or future – on her side. And since Korra wasn’t willing to play ball, she’s cool with waiting for her successor to be born in the Earth Empire.

And think – with the resources and abundant cultural backgrounds of Republic City citizens – Korra’s successor wouldn’t need to leave the Earth Empire to master the four elements. Theoretically, he could learn them all in Republic City from various masters who live there.

Granted this is all speculation, and probably unintentional by the show creators, but I think it makes sense. Kuvira wants Korra out of the way, and wants to take Republic City, no matter what it might cost her personally. Why?

Because she needs the Avatar – or an Avatar – on her side, to ensure that her Earth Empire will reign long after she is dead. She needs an Earth Empire Avatar to ensure that the world stage will see their nation as righteous and justified, and that no one will dare attack it or attempt to dissolve it again.

Winning an Earth Empire Avatar is essentially Kuvira’s checkmate for the world.

clackgreefin-blog  asked:

Please continue the Dothraki AU in omegaverse! That one was awesome

(Your wish is my command! No but seriously, a lot of you peoples requested this one holy crap.)


Asami sat as straight as she could, watching the party taking place around them.

The omega’s eyes took in every detail of the feast, her eyes traveling from her new wife and back over the people the Khal ruled over.

The Dothraki certainly were something else.

People fought for fun, rolling around on the ground and trying to get the other to surrender and accept defeat.

One even got into a fist fight, leading to swords being drawn and the victor cutting off the braid of the loser after he ended up defeated on the ground.

Asami winced and averted her eyes from the sight; watching her elder cousin and Lord Tenzin chatting over on the bottom row of the inclined theater area where they presided over the festivities.

Varrick, a friendly Dothraki translator she’d met earlier in the week over wedding preparations, stepped in front of their seats, “Khal Korra! Khaleesi! May I gift my present for the happy couple?”

Asami watched as Korra gestured for the man to approach, the Khal clasping his hand and nodding her head in thanks for the elaborate knife he’d gifted her.

The alpha looked over the weapon with a praising eye, before setting it next to the dozens of others she’d received so far.

Then Varrick turned to Asami, and pulled a pile of books out of his bag before grinning wolfishly, “Tenzin tells me you have an eye for learning. This is a complete collection of what I call ‘Mechanics!’ It shows how to fix carts and other every day things you’ll find with our little tribe!”

Asami held back a snort at the ‘small tribe’ comment. Korra had nearly accumulated all the Dothraki in the Southern Lands; some filled with mixed heritage, others whose families had lived here for thousands of years. It was like nothing she ever seen before.

But still, the alpha scared her. Korra rarely talked and hardly looked at her, opting to watch the festivities taking place.

Tenzin stood up from his place and clapped his hands twice, “Children.”

Meelo and Ikki popped up from a nearby table, both grabbing hold of a box seated by their father and climbing the steps towards where Asami and Korra where sitting.

Korra didn’t even bat an eyelash at them, allowing them to set the box down at the Khaleesi’s feet and opening it, “For you Miss!”

Asami nodded her head gratefully and ruffled their hair, before the two jumped back down the stairs and joined the rest of their family.

Tenzin smiled at her, “Dragon eggs, my lady; from the shores of the Island of the Sun Warriors. Time has caused them to harden and grow sterile; however they still make beautiful gifts.”

“Thank you Sir,” Asami bowed her head. “They’re very lovely.”

“You’re welcome,” Tenzin bowed his head once more and returned to his seat, but not before collecting a approving nod of the head from the Khal seated to Asami’s right.

The green-eyed omega leaned down and lifted one of the eggs from the box, inspecting the almost jewel-like gift she had been given.

Tenzin was right. It was beautiful.

A loud neighing sound trampled into her ears, and she set the carbonized egg back into the box as two horses were brought to the front.

They were both a beautiful white color, and she recognized the one Korra had originally ridden in the first time she encountered the Khal.

The one on the left was smaller, and had golden brown around its eyes.

Korra stood from her seat and grinned, speaking in that language Asami was desperately trying to figure out, and walked down the steps to inspect the two animals.

Her cousin stood from his seat and walked up towards where Asami was sitting, a smug little smile crossing his face, “Alright little cousin, time for you to go.”

“Go?” Her voice felt pathetically weak, and she gulped nervously before allowing Lee to pull her to her feet.

“Yes!” The man grinned horribly at her, “The honeymoon of course! Why it isn’t a wedding without one!”

He escorted her down from the seat, gesturing to the horses, “See the smaller one? That is the Khal’s gift to you. After all, you are her queen now.”

He stopped before the small crowd waiting around the animals, and Asami realized with sickening anxiety that she was expected to walk through them to reach the horse.

Lee grabbed her bicep sharply, his nails digging into her skin as he hissed in her ear, “Make her happy.”

Then the so called prince released his grip, and Asami wandered through the crowd.

They parted for her with respect, towards her or towards the Khal, she had no idea; all that ran through her mind was the words her cousin had told her.

Make her happy.

The beautiful horse came into sight, and the omega took in a nervous breath as she watched the Khal vault onto the back of her horse as she grabs the reigns for the one she had gifted to Asami.

A woman knelt at the ground and cupped her hands together to help her get onto the back, and she grabbed onto the saddle and hoisted herself up.

The alpha was watching her carefully, and when she saw Asami settle into the saddle comfortably, she flicked her own reigns and urged the two horses forward.

The newly wedded green-eyed woman took one last look back, and was met with the smug and accomplished grin of her cousin.

Her stomach churned, and she turned back to face the oncoming lands they would travel over.

Korra stared straight ahead, only looking back to check that the pale skinned omega had not fallen out of her saddle yet.

Asami closed her eyes and sighed, choosing to focus on the smooth rocking of the horses’ footsteps.

Yet even that did not sooth the nerves in her heart.

““~~~~~~~~~~~~~~““

It was sunset when they reached the destination, a fairly well sized hut set up by a cliff with a roaring fire.

A small stream trickled past, before gushing out over the cliff and into the ocean.

Asami dismounted the horse with little trouble; she had seen enough Dothraki riders to know the basic idea.

Korra tied the two horses to a post, giving the animals enough line to wander enough to graze on the grass surrounding the area.

Asami stood near the cliff, looking out over the expanse of pristine blue waters; her heart hammered in her chest, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand caress the curve of her back.

Korra’s hands gripped her by the middle, and gently turned the omega to face the alpha.

That was the first time she had really gotten the chance to look into those clear blue eyes, much like the ocean resting behind them.

Hands traveled to her sides, where the pins holding the dress together rested; she grasped one and looked at the slightly taller female, “No?”

“You…” Asami blinked, “You speak the common tongue?”

“No.”

“Oh,” Asami furrowed her eyebrows, “So you don’t?”

“No.”

“Is no the only word you know?” the shaking woman asked.

“No.”

Asami sighed and closed her eyes, opening them when she noticed the hand holding the pins on her dress had not moved, “What?”

“No?” the Khal looked like she was trying to convey something, a message that she couldn’t communicate with language.

It took a second for the omega to realize the alpha was asking for consent.

Asami chewed on her lip nervously, wondering if she could get away with denying the Khal; she was still scared to death of the warrior, but there was something in those deep ocean eyes that told her Korra would respect her wishes to wait.

Make her happy.

Lee’s words rang in her head, and she took a deep breath and placed her hand over the one at her side.

Asami leaned forward and brushed her lips against the other’s, her hands nearly shaking from fear.

It was only when she felt the lips respond in kind; that she realized the famed alpha was reciprocating her actions.

She pulled back enough to make sure the Khal would get her message loud and clear.

“Yes.”