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Representation and Respect

Excuse me while I get extremely emotional for a minute. Last night I was blown away how amazing The Doldrums was. Every single second was absolutely beautiful. But something that really astounded me, and has since his introduction in A. Malcolm, was how Yi Tien Cho’s character has been portrayed.

Representation matters. A lot. But what’s more important than simply having POC represented on in mainstream media is the production behind that understanding *why* it’s important. How it affects the people watching – both POC and non-POC alike. Because whether we like it or not, mainstream media – television in particular – shapes how people view the world and how they view cultures not their own. I was so moved by it I had to tweet this out to show my gratitude.

Maril + Caitriona liking this tweet is so much more than a simple like. It shows that the cast + crew alike understand that, yes there are people like me out there watching. People who were absolutely terrified that my culture was going to be reduced down to a caricature rendering of outdated stereotypical views. These likes were reassurance. These likes meant, “Yes, we see you. Yes, we understand. We see the value.” Simple statements that nearly moved me to tears.

This production not only understands these failings of an originally poorly and offensively drawn character, but they didn’t take the easy way out. Instead of taking out his character entirely, pushing him to the background with no lines or meaning to speak of, or whitewashing him to the point of unrecognizableness, they decide to go that extra mile. They gave his character depth, meaning, purpose – they gave him true life for the first time ever. And most importantly they gave him and all the viewers respect.

I will never not be grateful to the entire production for this change and never not applaud them for not caving to the pressures of a dominantly white Hollywood culture. All my praise and applause to you, Outlander. Thank you.


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“I want to create a world where people can live their lives smiling.  For that reason, a ‘symbol’ is necessary.”

Can't Believe CW The Flash Just Pulled A Young Justice Season 2 Episode 20 on Us All.

Like I didn’t need these feels.

anonymous asked:

Oh just a quick fix I think it's "no me dejes" instead of "no me dejas" anyways I loved the drabble with Jaime and if you could write another one with "We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine" I'd honestly cry 💕💕

“I told you this was a bad idea,” you pant, leaning back against the damp wall of the warehouse. “This was a really, really bad idea.”

“Okay, I get it,” he nearly spits, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. “Next time, we’ll go with your plan.”

The sound of angry footsteps echoes throughout the hall, and you curse as you pull him closer by his shoulders, pressing the two of you as flat against the wall as possible.

“Power down your armor,” you hiss, shaking him slightly.


“Your eyes, Jaime. They glow in the suit. Power. Down. Your. Armor.”

He makes a soft noise in acknowledgment and, against Khaji Da’s reluctance, he allows the suit to retract, nearly yelping when you grab him by his shirt-collar and yank him closer.

“Shit,” he spits through grit teeth, bracing his arms against the wall. He can feel you tense underneath him as voices bounce around the empty corridor, and he prays to anything that might be listening that your clothes are dark enough to keep you hidden. He watches from his peripherals as the thugs tear through the room, barking orders to each other.

He presses even closer, trying his hardest to shield you and ignoring the warmth of your body against his own. He shudders slightly from the feel of your breath panting softly against his ear, and in a fleeting moment of desperation, he wishes that the two of you were pressed so close in a different context.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind, however, and he waits anxiously until the room is cleared and the thugs move on. The both of you let out sighs, and you deflate against him, resting your forehead against his shoulder and giggling softly.

Everything goes blank, then, and he faintly registers the sound of Khaji Da tittering angrily, but he pays it no mind as he tangles his fingers in your hair and tilts your head back, surging forward and slanting his mouth over yours. You grunt in surprise, but you don’t resist, leaning into his desperate kiss as you fist your hands in the material of his shirt before moving to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

The two of you stay like that, for a moment, kissing each other desperately, taking all that the other will give, before you finally come to your senses and shove him away, panting softly as you wipe at your mouth.

“As much as I’d like to keep making out, we’re still not done here,” you point out, smirking wryly. “Let’s finish the mission and then we can continue where we left off, yeah? I don’t really feel like getting a lecture from Nightwing.”

As fuzzy as Jaime’s brain is, he can at least nod dumbly, starting slightly when Khaji Da breaks out his armor.

“That was completely unnecessary, Jaime Reyes,” the Scarab scolds. “I could have easily powered down the armor without exposing you.”

“I know,” he says quietly, grinning to himself as he starts to follow behind you. “But there’s no fun in that, hermano. None at all.”