Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?
For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.
This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).
Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.
He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.
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It used to befuddle me how my friends were like.. terrified of the kids who'd hide in the bathroom and vape or get into hallway fights. Like... just nod at 'em, go along with you're business and don't get in theirs and you'll be fine
I had to brush my teeth after lunch for a while and every time I walked in there they'd all tense up then go "oh it's you" and move on. A few were on my soccer team or knew me from art class so they'd say hi but really do nothing.
Ended up hearing all the drama of "oh this person cheated on this person" and "oh this person is rumored to be pregnant."
Like at the end of the day- 1) they're highschoolers, 2) they really don't care as long as you're not crossing them, 3) just be decently friendly to everyone. Unless they go after you first, then you can deal with it.
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kinda eating drywall abt the karlsson trade but it is what it is
i consider it a win in that i didn't lose nick cicek in the trade honestly, which probably says intensely worrisome things about my priorities in the sharks org AND my perception of nick cicek's trade value but. yeah no we got fleeced not only by pittsburgh's most eligible president of hockey ops slash gm AND kent hughes, which is an ego blow on unforeseen and sloppy levels. like my mom could sell me to kyle dubas and i'd be like fine, whatever, but mike grier is a whole ass nhl gm. he should have protective charms in place against that man so i gotta ask. i gotta ask. mikey you good. you good babe??? you need some electrolytes???
congrats to sid crosby for adding another boytoy to his dman harem tho. personally cannot wait to see what happens when karly (mean cat), tanger (evil cat), and gravy (anxious greyhound) get in the same locker room. the sparks...they're flyin
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VERSE — WEREWOLF
Michael didn't know of their existence until the night he was turned. It was after a particularly difficult night ( barely seventeen, just him and his father ) that he stormed out of the house, unsure where he intended to go and caught roaming around in the dark alone. The wolf attacked, Michael's instincts no match for the creature, only surviving as they seemed to get distracted while flecks of dawn began to appear in the night sky. When William saw him— confused, bloody, and freshly traumatized— with subtle shifts in Michael's appearance in addition to his story, the truth surfaced. Michael was now a werewolf.
With his father developing a fixation on his condition ( possibility of him already researching/being interested in monsters before this ) and without anyone else to turn to, Michael reluctantly relied on his research in growing accustomed to himself. The adjustment period, especially through his first few full moons, was rife with dealing with his father's intrigue on top of the transformations.
It was months later that Michael not only found out about, but became part of his father's real secret: each month, he was set on a victim while turned. Studying monsters, children's fear, remnant and agony, it all lined up, and with the seeds of Michael's reliance planted, William's survival around Michael was assured. Michael stays in Hurricane, with secrets to hide and the rage of an animal trapped in a cage brewing within him.
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Some physical changes while not in full werewolf form include sharper canines, sharper/more pointed nails, thinner pupils, a yellowish tint to his eyes, and thicker hair. He is also considerably stronger and faster.
He sustains his condition after the night ends and he turns back: usually, this means he's still covered in blood after a kill. Would stand for an injury as well, but good luck with that-
As time passes and Michael starts to gain a little more control, he can learn to transform ( or half transform ) at will, full moons are uncontrollable.
There is the possibility of gaining enough control to stop himself from lashing out against someone in this form, but it's incredibly difficult. The only person he has managed this with is William.
Michael is physically exhausted after full moons. Needs recuperation day. He's fucking eepy. ( and that's without the mental toll ).
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Some birthday Cake for @cal-puddies, my otter half, my online bestie that I can finally call my IRL bestie as well! I'll forever be indebted to this band for "introducing" me to such a caring, thoughtful, fun and funny friend. Whether we're driving up a mountain to see our boyfs, fleeing a sketchy motel in Glendale, becoming baby birb in laws or accidentally talking on the phone for 6 hours, I'd happily do anything with and for you. I can't wait to see what kind of dumb shit we get into during this next year of your life.
As 4 Australian poets once said, "I love to love you, for god's sake!" 💙🐢🦖💙
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