Heads up that I won’t be on tumblr much for the next… two weeks? Until finals blow over because this is becoming a real problem I have so much shit to get done and instead of spending 3 hours working on my paper I’m pissing it away on tumblr. I will stlil draw and write and RP, I literally just need to stay away from tumblr.
acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists paralian - A person who lives near the sea aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets dwale - To wander about deliriously sabaism - The worship of stars dysphoria - An unwell feeling aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips
I am done, I am at my wits end, and so I am going to break this down.
When someone complains about there being a lack of people of color, eyes are rolled. The idea of inclusion is treated as some ridiculous and unnecessary attempt to burst everyone’s bubble.
“It doesn’t make sense for a POC to be in this story because X Y and Z. White people can be pretty much anywhere, but (despite there being unicorns or aliens or mermaids), people of color would just be SO out of place in this story.” In other words—POC are not welcome.
You can’t throw in diversity just for the sake of diversity! There has to be a reason for it!” In other words—POC “need a reason” to be included. A white face belongs, but somehow, despite the fact that POC exist, live lives just as valid as (and even more numerous than) your own, It’s the POCs that need some sort of plausible explanation.
Listen. To. Yourselves. It is INARGUABLE that the media and the world’s seats of power are full of overwhelmingy white faces. And when you defend and try to excuse the whitewashing of things like the Disney Princess franchise, you are literally vying for the idea that minorities somehow don’t deserve representation. Dress it up however you like, but if that’s not racist, I have no idea what is.
TUMBLR USER A DIRTYDADDY HAS BEEN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIS TWO UNDERAGE DAUGHTERS AND PLANS TO DO MORE
He has made multiple posts about how he has been encouraging his daughters to “flirt” with him, and then pushing them to take it further. His wife/their mother is dead; he lives alone with them. I do not know their ages but the fact that they’re living with him heavily implies that they are under 18.
Some examples of his abuse that he has posted about on tumblr:
can we all in the fandom take a moment to look at this and feel a sense of accomplishment. we did it, guys. many doubted this. many said it would suck. many called it antifeminist and many called olaf annoying. many were angered because it didn’t contain main characters of color (wtf?) but we stuck to it and now we may have our moment of glory.
Against all odds a movie consisting of a purely white cast stripped of most of it’s female characters did well in theaters.
We beat the odds.
We did it.
The Lord is testing me
Just because your movie is doing well doesn’t mean that the lack of POC in media is no longer an issue.
Considering what the original story of the Snow Queen was - with a cast of tens of women in a variety of roles - yes, people have the right to call the changes made to the plot and cast antifeminist. And whether or not they call a character annoying - especially that goddamn snowman who was used for every single American advert while the leading sister duo was literally shoved off to the side - is their justifiable opinion.
I’m still excited to see this movie. I’ve always been. I like many others loathed the advertising campaign, the lack of POC, the very uninspiring character designs, and the fact that all the girl-power I knew in the original fairytale was being scrapped for two leading men and that goddamn snowmaanannnfnngFUCK.
But the thing is, it’s still Disney. It’s going to have beautiful animation and songs and be very, very pretty. Nobody is denying that, and that’s why it’s making a huge ton of money, and that’s why I’m still excited for the release in December and probably going to go watch it ASAP.
But don’t you fucking dare forget the complaints of others just because you’re making money. Representation in media is a big deal, regardless of which studio is doing what film. Don’t “(wtf?)” and shrug off a huge problem in the film industry. It makes your ‘moment of glory’ smell like inconsiderate bullshit.
What was said:It is cissexist to say ALL trans*, intersex, and non-binary people are unattractive to you. It is not "just an inherent preference," you are going off what society has drilled into your head.
What cis people hear:U MUST HAVE SEX WITH EVERY TRANS PERSON IN EXISTENCE RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND DO IT NOW OR THE TRANS BRIGADE WILL BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN AND KIDNAP YOUR FAMILY
Zaire: built like people seem to think ‘fit’ guys should be. As in, he has decently wide shoulders and a slim torso that gives a sharp triangle look and it /looks/ good, but as far as practicality goes, he’s not as fit as he should be, if that makes sense? Idk there was a post on it a while ago that words it better but Zaire’s strength is much weaker than his appearance makes people believe. Yeah let’s go with that. :’D He also has really thick dreadlocks that end right above his shoulders that later gets cut off and he’s kinda tall? I think I made him like 5’8 or 5’9 or smth. He has really warm features, if that makes any sense.
Calibur: If you’ve ever seen Jensen Ackles, he looks like him body-type wise. Built with a little more practicality than Zaire in terms of muscle use. He has a scar over his nose and black hair. His face is really pretty angular kind of but not extensively so? And his pupils are weird they almost look slitted but not. Despite this he doesn’t look evil. 6’0” I think he is.
Ketsurui: built like an athlete: a fighter. Hourglass shaped I think, but with a bit less to her hips? She’s lean and muscular and has freckles dusting her shoulders and under her eyes. Suru’s probs got the faint outlines of a six-pack going for her and her hair is black and almost always kept in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. There’s always problem strands that come loose but y’know. She’s…. 5’8? I think?
Kastiel: tall and lanky, Kas is little more than skin and bones. His black hair is almost scruffy looking and he always looks exhausted. Circles under his eyes, slumped posture, the whole nine yards. If it weren’t for his height (6’3 I think?) he’d be swallowed up by whatever room you put him in: his presence demands little to no attention most of the time.
Aldric: built much more compactly than the others, despite his partner and lineage tracing back to jaguars he almost looks like a grizzly bear. Broad shoulders, square jaw, his presence is much more commanding despite only being 5’8 (I imagine being /slightly/ shorter than Garnet drives him /crazy/). His nose is aquilline and I’m not sure about his hair anymore. Oops. >.>;;
Corrick: He’s honestly giving me a lot of trouble appearance wise. I think I want him short though. Maybe like, 5’5 or 5’3. He’s got russety looking hair and so far green eyes but if I draw him and that looks dumb I’m changing it. He probs has his hair long enough to put into a ponytail or smth but other than that I got nothing. :\
Cora: I dunno what height I want Cora. I’m changing her up from that pic I drew though: She’s got dark curly hair I know that much, and the aqua eyes of a magic user. Other than that… OTL
Cybele: tall and willowy (I think she’s 5’9?). Thick hair that’s braided or given some simple but pretty way to keep her hair out of her face and short bangs. Her nose is thin and straight and her eyes hooded. Her ears look almost elf-like, very pointed at the tips.
Kyrie: she’s got chestnut hair still that she likes sweeped up into a messy pin or bun or whatnot. And freckles. Loooots of freckles she’s got like, galaxies of them it’s really cute. She’s kinda chubby and her face looks almost Hawaiian, kinda like Lilo and Nani from Lilo and Stitch, and her face just looks… bubbly. Idk how else to describe she just looks really bubbly like you look at her and you’re like ‘she’s gotta be one of those chipper sorts.’ She has lips that can be very pouty though, and the strong legs of a good swimmer. She’s a peanut she’s like 5’1.
Merla’s scarlet wings flapped in my face, feathers fluttering around in their own little typhoon. I lifted my eyes to meet my partner’s, who had begun in on a symphony of chaos that I couldn’t even begin to make out as words. I gripped the bird’s beak in my hand and smiled,…
Silver is pretty resilient, honestly. It isn’t until she realizes that it’s up to her to fix things that she starts to freak. It’s like a…Easier to be doomed and unable to fix it than to know you can change things but face down Hell to do it. It was easier for her to lie down and accept fate. Of course, I much prefer rebellious Silver to lie-down-and-take-it Silver.
She seemed extremely resilient yeah, even prior to recent threads. uvu Well yeah, lying down and admitting defeat only requires enough energy to swallow your pride, fighting’s much more dangerous and costs more energy. Often more worth it though. Rebellious Silver is a good Silver this is proven fact. :D
Merla’s scarlet wings flapped in my face, feathers fluttering around in their own little typhoon. I lifted my eyes to meet my partner’s, who had begun in on a symphony of chaos that I couldn’t even begin to make out as words. I gripped the bird’s beak in my hand and smiled, “Merla, slow down. What’s the matter?” Brina puffed out her breath and settled down on my bed, “I’ve been speaking with Haldir.” I swallowed hard, rising from the bed, “You promised you wouldn’t, he’ll tell Aldric and we’ll be locked up. Merla, he won’t believe-” A squawk from the macaw stopped me short, and I sat back down.
"We’ve been talking for a long time now. About six months. I told him everything, don’t make that face at me! I had to do it!" I felt the heat rise in my face, but I bit my tongue. I was curious about what she wanted to tell me.
Ours is a strange situation. Two years and eight months ago, we had been entirely different. My name was Silver Ensaltra, and I was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Airise. And I had been engaged to, and madly in love with the Crown Prince. One night, someone that I had trusted very much changed that. A witch in disguise took my name and my face, and gave me hers. She made me a servant to my former fiance. I saw him everyday and he looked straight through me. Merla and I promised to never say anything. The risks were too great.
I was awoken from my daydream by an envelope, tossed into my lap by a certain mischievous bird. I peered at her through my eyelashes, “What is this supposed to be?” I asked. Answered by silence, I sighed and tore open the envelope. Pretending not to be interested, I quickly scanned the message inside, realized what it said, and brought it closer to my face.
"This is a joke." I stared at Merla over the invitation, "The Panthera Ball? Merla, we’re servants. Where did you get this?" Merla rolled her eyes at me, "Haldir gave it to me." She paused, "The only thing is…We don’t have anything to wear."
A spark flared inside me that had been dead for a long time. Shewouldn’t be present at the ball. Apparently the Duke had some more charitable plans for her that evening. And I had the invitation in my hands.
All I needed was a dress.
Damn it all if I wasn’t going to find a dress.
It felt strange to be among old crowds in my new face. Across the room I could spy the Lord and Lady of Whilsmir. Slightly to my left, flirting shamelessly with the widowed old Duchess of Broten, was Sir Ernald of Hespold. I was a stranger to them, but my old self took over and I felt my shoulders roll back and my chin lift up for the first time in what felt like centuries. I scanned the ballroom until I found my target. He seemed to notice me at the same time, and I felt my breath catch as we made eye contact. I froze there, my mind racing. For a moment it seemed as if he saw past my new identity, and into who I truly was. I wanted to run to him, to shout his name, to let him hold me. And in that moment, it looked as if he wanted the same thing.
But neither of us moved. And soon we both moved on.
When I went back to my servant’s clothes the next day he didn’t seem to notice. And the ache that I had managed to put aside for so long started to close in on me. I had to act. I couldn’t keep waiting for him to notice. I had to make him remember me.
I found my chance when the duchess’ insane amount of Panther Day gifts arrived. One of the head servants waved me down to deliver them to the prince and I agreed enthusiastically. The little box in my pocket suddenly seemed to weigh more than any of the huge ones I hefted down the hall.
My head spun when he opened the door. I managed my way inside and settled the gaudy gifts on the desk. Finally, I turned to face him and held out my own little box. All I could say was, “Happy Panther Day, your highness.”
Oh man oh man poor bab she’s such a sweetheart ;n;
I feel awful ‘cause now I have to have Aldric yell at her more ‘cause he /would/ but I just want to take her from the story and give her hot chocolate and make her happy because Aldric’s a dumb butt and her not-sister is evil incarnate.