#RACISM X SEXISM

[sleepynegress]

Your post about Loustat paralleling Ruby and Christina makes so much sense. I haven’t rewatched lovecraft in a while though what specifically would you say makes them relate?

Whew! Where to start. I feel I probably need to play catch up for Ruby/Christina's dynamic on Lovecraft Country because that's probably the one fewer people who follow me are familiar with so... This is Ruby and Christina:

Ruby is a rock/blues singer in the 1950's Chicago, and like our man Louis, she has done most of the work holding up her family. Also, like Louis, a lot of the challenges she faces are deeply racist, and because of her gender full of misogynoir as well, more than today because of the past setting of the story... Her shade and body type also come into play when compared to what her sister, who is lighter-skinned and thin could get away with in life. Christina is the daughter of the leader of a centuries-old white male-dominated magical cult, in which she is clearly the most talented in wielding magic but she has no say-so and cannot inherit the same privileges because of sexism, something that is *always* intersected with racism which that cult has deeply ingrained traditions in. Despite it all, these two fall in love. The biggest similarities I see in Christina and Lestat are...

both... are not just white but white-white blonde hair blue-eyes.

have a measure of self-loathing because of some trauma devolved from whiteness (Lestat stalked and tortured and piled into a bunch corpsed reflections of himself) and (Christina always considered a "protected" possession beneath white men and not an equal because of her gender)

are powerful supernatural beings, a wizard (I just feel that's the more likely adjective over witch for her) and a vampire

are narcissists

woo and manipulate, seduce, their partners into being with them, by lending their own privilege to give them protection or higher status, via whiteness

both are desperate to connect with their Black partner in ways that are impossible because of innate privilege deferential w/in the times they live and their own psychological shortcomings - Lestat opening the relationship and Christina going through the pain of a "lynching" to try to understand Ruby's day-to-day fear

are ultimately toxic to their partner and all other healthier relationships they have - Ruby's family especially Leti and Louis' family, most importantly Claudia

genuinely love their partner but just don't have the capacity or ability due to past traumas, narcissism, and that huge gulf in empathy for their very different lives.

The biggest similarities between Louis and Ruby are.. that they are broken by racism and the responsibilities of existing and maintaining for others while they are invisible in their plight. Both are uniquely beautifully human, vulnerable beyond what any other people in their lives "see" and that makes them both entrancing and vulnerable to the Lestat and Christina.

These are both queer interracial dynamics that take a really empathic and honest eye to render well, especially in this day and age. Both of these cultural spaces are riddled with discomfort, judgment, and fear, which mostly lead to dishonest depictions; and self-censoring, but they have subverted that for the most part.

Both I would say have been exceptionally well done and if really looked at critically beyond the chemistry and romance, I do think some interesting wider sociological conclusions/implications could be gathered from them. I think that's in part because of the freedom of the genre space. When it's supernatural or fantastical in some way, often the heavier issues are rendered more honestly. I'd absolutely love to read a dissertation really breaking it down.

[maddy-ferguson]

using intersectionality to discredit feminism and downplay its reach and essentially weaponizing it when it was coined to describe black women's experience of racism and sexism is nasty work...

[x-heesy]

​„ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ“

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https://youtu.be/dJBL164gP3o?si=qYGiyLqeGXtH5BOU

You Disgust Me by J Majik, Wickaman

[shinechermont]

Her love

Chapter 4- The "advantages" of marriage

Tw: (implied) dubcon, sexism, racism

Diana’s new house was totally different from what Carla was used to. She could tell it just by the size of the walls surrounding her house - they were almost the height of her house. 

It was from that moment that she knew that Harold was a rich guy.

‘He is an empresarian’, Diana said when she presented him to her. Well, that made sense with what she was seeing.

She rang the bell and waited for someone to come. No one but the yellow skeleton herself appeared to welcome her.

“Dee, what is this?”, Carla said thoughtlessly, what made her friend blush - maybe in embarrassment - as she laughed.

“Mweh hehe- I know this can seem too much… but it is just Harold’s fancy taste”, Diana said as she opened the gate for her friend to come in. “Maybe we can have some tea in the backyard?”

Carla nodded, and then looked around. She didn’t know about the inside of the house, but she could say that the outside was… well… dead.

There were no plants to be seen - she was so used to see plants everywhere in Diana’s old house that just seeing the extreme opposite of it was.. eerie.

The backyard didn’t change much. To say it wasn’t sterile it had a bit of grass and some small rocks forming patterns, but that was about it.

“What do you think of it?”, Diana asked, as she sat down on a table that conveniently already had a teapot and two cups on it. “The yard.”

“It is, uhm… completely different from your house”, Carla said, not being able to not point that out.

“I know, but Harold isn’t very fond of plants, you know?”, the other said, serving tea for her friend and herself. “He says that plants make too much of a mess for his own taste.”

“But how about your own taste?”, Carla asked, not being able to hold herself back.

Diana seemed a bit.. guilty for being sort of called out? “Well, I made a deal with him. When I missed my plants, I could just go to my house and stay there for a couple time.

Carla wasn’t sure if that was a good deal, but she decided to not comment on it.

“So”, Diana said. “How have things been? It has been weeks since we last saw each other. I would have written to you but the honeymoon was too busy! ”, she smiled sheepishly.

Carla sighed. “To be honest I don’t have much to say. The last weeks were pretty average to be honest. But hey, it should be me the one asking questions here. How did things go in your honeymoon?”

“Well, as we said, it was very busy. We traveled to Paris, but we also went to the cities around it.”

“Paris?”

“I know, right? Those were good weeks in the end, mweh hehe.”

Carla took a sip of her tea. “I am glad that things went well for you, Dee. Harold must really like you to take you there”, she teased.

Diana looked away, taking a sip of her tea. “Well, how are you taking care of my plants?”

The change of subject made Carla get a bit weirded out. “They are all healthy. The book Nora wrote really is helping me out to make them stay alive, hehe.”

“I see. Thank you so much  for doing it for me”, Diana said, putting her hand over her friend’s in a caring way. “If you have any problem with them, don’t hesitate calling me, okay?”

Carla felt her bone cheeks getting a bit warmer. Dee was looking at her so tenderly…

“Alright.”

“Well, well, well, there you two are!”, a male voice approached. It was Harold. “At this point I thought you went out to buy groceries.”, he then turned to Carla, “How are you doing? Is the house hospitable enough?”

“Yes”, Carla said politely. “I, uhm, really like the patterns the rocks do.”

“That is good to know! See, dear?”, he turned to Diana, “The house can be cozy even when it doesn’t have plants in it.”

“Yes, dear. It is pretty clear to me now”, Diana said with an exasperated smile.

“May I join you?”,  Harold asked.

“Of course. Could you pick a cup, so you can join us?”

“Why don’t you pick it for me instead?”, Harold said. “After all, you are the woman of this house. Besides, I really want to talk to your friend.”

“Sure thing”, Diana said methodically, but she kept her happy expression as she walked away.

Harold took his wife’s seat without even thinking twice. “So, Ms. Serif, how was your day?”

“Well, it was nice. I spent most of the time on my job, and after that I went here”, Carla explained.

“Oh? Where do you work?”

“At the police station. I am a secretary.”

“Oh! It seems to be a… tough job.”

“I am just a secretary. I answer people’s calls and write notes to pass them to the officers. I don’t see anything tough in that.”

“Well, but the cultural difference between the people in there and the people that call you don’t make things awkward?”

“Sometimes, yeah”, she admitted. “I can deal with it.”

“That seems like a phrase of a tough person would say. You should really be proud of yourself, Mrs. Serif. Not so many monsters, let alone female monsters, can get where you went. My darling, for example, poor little thing, she barely lived inside her little house.”

“She was a nurse”, Carla pointed out, not liking where the conversation was going.

“An underpaid nurse. But I helped her make it to a better life. And she is so much happier now.”

Carla just nodded, taking a sip of her tea.

“What were you two talking about anyways?”, Harold said, not liking the silence of the conversation.

“About your honeymoon. It was in Paris, wasn’t it?”

“For sure”, Harold said with a smug smile. “I can’t help but give my wife the best. Our first night was the most pleasant of it all, but poor little thing, she was so sheepish with the ambience and all.”

Carla frowned, putting her cup of tea on the table. “Do you really feel like it is appropriate to say such things about your wife, let alone to her friend?”

Harold laughed sheepishly, as he noticed he was being called out. “Oh, I am sorry about it. I thought it was common for monsters to have open talks about it.”

“No, I think not. It is shameful for humans and monsters, in fact.”

“I see…”

The two stood in silence, until Diana came.

“Why did it take you so long?”, Harold asked. “Nevermind, I remembered I had something else to do. I won’t be able to join you two anymore.”

“There is no problem”, Diana said comfortingly, and Harold walked away, with an unreadable expression on his face. “What happened?”

Carla didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to have heard what she just heard. Harold never said things like that in the meetings they had before the marriage… She wondered what kind of things Diana listened to everyday…

“Nothing much”, she said. “He said there was just some paperwork he had to fulfill.”

“I see”, Diana said, sitting down and sighing. “Well, do you want some more tea?”

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Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Harold... is a mystery

Fanfic is inspired by zu-is-here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works

[eternalistic]

[tea-earl-grey]

i've been watching some s1 tng episodes lately and i think i'm being converted to the Tasha/Troi agenda. like yes the way they look at each other is certainly... yeahhh but also the woman who grew up having to constantly fight and still pushes her feelings down and the woman from literal royalty who has to constantly feel other people's feelings... that's good shit. i'm invested. i hate that i know i'm gonna get Nothing from the show.

[tuxedosaurus]

Back when I was on Twitter I noticed a trend among some X-Men fans there. X-Twitter, if you will. But first some long Marvel backstory.

Wanda Maximoff, aka The Scarlet Witch, is a longstanding Marvel character, prominent Avenger, and one of few Romani comic characters.

She was also a crucial character in the crossover House of M. She had suffered a mental breakdown caused by unaddressed trauma and mental illness, and seemingly used her magical powers to alter reality as a result. It’s revealed by the end that Magneto and Quicksilver, her father and brother, manipulated her fragile mental state to create the reality they wanted, where mutants like them ruled the world. Still in that state and betrayed by her family, Wanda lashes out at them and removes the source of their actions by depowering mutants across the globe while restoring reality.

Wanda is treated terribly both by the writer of this story and her family, manipulated into doing wide reaching things when she literally could not be responsible for her own safety, much less others’.

Since then, Wanda recovered and helped restore powers to the mutants who lost them in the story Avengers vs X-Men. She didn’t have to, but she’s a good person so she did it anyway. She also found out that Magneto is not her biological father, and thus her powers are not mutant-based.

Recently, the X-Men created a mutant-only country called Krakoa. Krakoa was written as critique of isolationist groups from the start, clearly being a cult and ethnostate. One of the cult things they did was HEAVILY demonize Wanda for House of M, making her a bogeyman to mutant kids as “The Pretender” and making her name a derogatory term. You would think that X-Men fans would use context clues to see that this was obviously bad. Unfortunately they did not.

X-Twitter LOVED ignoring all the intentional problems with Krakoa, and quickly started calling Wanda “Pretender” in real life. They were fully calling for her death and calling her derogatory terms. Obviously, this is a fictional world & character, and being directed at a real person would be way worse. But I still think the ease of which X-Twitter fell into fictional propaganda that demonized a mentally ill woman of color is VERY worrying.

X-Men comics historically have had problems showing actual diversity, and X-Twitter disregarded Wanda’s status as a real-life minority to prop up their fake “homo superior,” and shut down anyone who disagreed. I’m frankly scared by that quickness to otherize and dissonance to reality, so caught up in a fantasy that anyone with an opinion they didn’t share is deemed bad, so caught up in a fantasy that they’ll attack a real minority to prop up that fantasy.

Idk how to end this beyond saying… don’t go on Twitter, X-Men fans are often stupid and crazy, stay conscious of reality, and be kind.

[legends-of-time]

Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) - Masterlist

Timelines:

19th and 20th Centuries

17th and 18th Centuries

Fraser Descendants (family tree)

Warnings:

Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Racism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con

Summary:

May 1744

He wriggles his toes, feeling his environment. He quickly realises how much his surroundings are constricted, his legs are tightly bound and he is being cradled in someone’s arms. He opens his eyes and sees a woman leaning over him and realises she must be the one holding them. She’s humming softly with a warm and happy smile. He can see that her skin is clammy and there are bruises under her eyes, the eyes that are amber, golden-brown as well as smoky topaz, but that doesn’t dim her smile as she gazes upon the person in her arms. She’s white and her brown hair surrounds her face in messy curls.

——

What if Claire and Jamie’s first baby survived and what if it had been a boy. How will the story change?

Chapters:

Chapter 1: Birth

Chapter 2: First Months

Chapter 3: Peaceful Family Life Disrupted

Chapter 4: Goodbyes

Chapter 5: New Beginnings

Chapter 6: A Fish Out of Water

Chapter 7: Conflict

Chapter 8: Sister

Chapter 9: Returning

Chapter 10: The Truth

Chapter 11: The Loss of Hope

Chapter 12: Coping with Change

Chapter 13: Finding Him

Chapter 14: Moving to the Past

Chapter 15: Loss

Chapter 16: Lost Family

Chapter 17: A New but Old World

Chapter 18: Reunited at Last

Chapter 19: Big Brother

Chapter 20: Coming Together

Chapter 21: Fathers

Chapter 22: Dreams

Chapter 23: Fathers and Their Archaic Ways

Chapter 24: River Run

Chapter 25: A New but Old Face

Chapter 26: Caught in the Act

Chapter 27: Family Time

Chapter 28: New Beginnings

Chapter 29: Waiting

Chapter 30: Old Dreams

Chapter 31: Inferiority Complex

Chapter 32: Community Swelling

Chapter 33: Purpose

Chapter 34: First Sight

Chapter 35: Is it Happily Ever After?

Chapter 36: Gifts and Awkward Conversations

Chapter 37: Unravels

Chapter 38: Lay Up Trouble For Yourself

Chapter 39: War Wins Land, Peace Wins People

Chapter 40: Life Goes On But The Threat Looms

Chapter 41: Building Arsenal

Chapter 42: Romeo and Juliet

Chapter 43: Baggage Weighs You Down

Chapter 44: Misunderstandings

Chapter 45: Should auld acquaintance be forgot?

Chapter 46: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ

Chapter 47: Best Not To Tell

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[writebecauseyoucannotbreathe]

Hi hi!! So I've been neck deep in azulaang for a while now, and your blog is a GODSEND. Do you have any blog recs for azulaang content? or maybe a discord server?

Tumblr is kinda dead so a lot of rare pair blogs deactivated. The ones remaining are on and off and you can find them through the azulaang tag. There are some azulaang shippers on twitter who still create content, you may have to search aangzula instead to find them. Stay away from fandom discord servers. Nuff said.

Not the answer you're looking for but since Avatar The Last Airbender was added to Netflix there has been a lot of toxicity and ship bashing. People have been incredibly rude & entitled and I guess small ships look like targets to them. I'd recommend sticking to the ao3 tag.

If you produce azulaang content feel free to rec yourself in the replies.

[hauntingblue]

THIS actually hurt

[falsemortal]

whoops, instead of working on warmth or railroad crossing, I started a new AU out of nowhere and jfc it took me. wrote out all the plot points and everything and it has an ending, unlike the other two so far.. 🌝🌝🌝

so, uh, madmen-esque AU, anyone? can’t say it’s good, but I enjoyed writing the basic plot for it, it’ll be a fun one. 🤭

[x-heesy]

„𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜“ 🏖️

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚘99𝚘9 (𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 )

[shinechermont]

Her love

Chapter 3- Phone calls are awful(?)

Tw: harassment, sexism, racism

A few weeks after Diana’s wedding had passed. Carla was working on her desk, taking notes of what the person on the phone spoke desperately.

“He is bleeding- I don’t know what to do-”

“Do you have any monster candy with you?.”

“What-”

“Nevermind- I am calling an ambulance as well, don’t worry Mrs. Manella-”

“Oh- Out of anyone I am getting helped by a monster- I am going to lose all my riches if he dies-”, the voice cried out.

“C-calm down, Mrs. Manella-”

And then the phone call died.

Carla sighed. That was the second case or attempt of murder the police station had in a week. She didn’t mind her job, she guessed, but she hated when the desperate calls were just when she was about to end her day of work.

She especially didn’t like how shamelessly people called her out for being a monster.

“Something’s on mind?”, a voice asked. Carla didn’t even have to look up to know it was Glance’s.

“No, Glance. It just seems like you got another case of murder in this week”, Carla said. “I am going to call an ambulance.”

She avoided his gaze, as she disked the numbers.

“Say, don’t you get tired of this type of life? Usually, women aren’t into this kind of life.

“I like it, despite it being a bit odd for most women.”

“Didn’t you even think of getting a husband?”

“Why do you mind asking me that?”, she said as she looked at him with an uninterested gaze. Her boldness must have caught him.

“Well, uh, I don’t know? Don’t you dream of getting married and living in your own house? Not having to worry about gruesome calls of murder?”

“If I can be honest, the gruesome calls bother me, but at the same time I can’t see myself doing anything other than working here.”

“Really? Nothing can change your mind?”

Carla sighed. “No, I guess not. Now can I please call the ambulance-”

“Listen”, Glance said as he grabbed the telephone from her hands and put it back to its base. “I was really thinking we should go out or something-”

“I am not interested, Glance”, Carla said, not being able to hide her frustration anymore. “Give me the telephone. Now.”

“Now, what is happening here?”, a third person entered the conversation. It was Carla’s supervisor.

“I need to call an ambulance for a man who got stabbed-”

“Well, you don’t seem like you are in the good spirit of doing anything”, the supervisor said. “Why don’t you go back home earlier today, hum? Glance can assume this call for you.”

Carla huffed, forcing herself to calm down as she grabbed her things and walked back home.

That man- Glance - he was always protected by her supervisor. She didn’t even know why she insisted on trying to explain the situation - every time she showed a bit of frustration, she would be called out of her mind.

…She guessed that was one of the cons of being the only female monster working in the police station.

Well, that didn’t matter at the moment. She just wanted to go home and collapse in her bed.

…And that is what she did. Her pillow was never so cozy in her entire life.

But her moment of relaxation ended pretty quick, as her phone rang.

“Who is it?”, she asked tiredly.

“It’s Diana”, the voice on the phone said. Carla lifted her head in surprise, not being sleepy anymore. “...Are you okay? You don’t seem so good.”

“Oh, no, no. I am fine, Dee”, Carla reassured. “I am just tired.”

“Well, if you say so…”, Diana sighed. “Then, perhaps you would like to come visit me tomorrow in my new house?”

That was the first time she was being invited to her friend’s house - she supposed that was because of hers and Harold’s honeymoon, but still, she had mixed feelings about it.

She was intrigued about how Diana’s house looked, but at the same time she feared it.

Would that house be too different from the one Dee grew up in? Would she be okay with that? Would she be cozy there? Or maybe.. would she get too cozy in there?

Much cozier than what she would have to offer if they had different genders

Stop.

She had to stop.

Diana was happy, so she would be happy for her friend too.

… She just noticed she hadn’t answered her.

“O-of course I do!... What time do you want me to come?”

“I was thinking by 4 pm. Is that good for you?”

“Yes!- I mean, yes.”

“...Carrie, are you sure you are okay? I am here if you need to talk.”

She only used that nickname when she was worried about something.

“I am absolutely fine”, Carla said quickly. “Don’t worry about me. But, uh, could you pass your new address?”

She quickly wrote the address in the cape of a magazine she found next to her bed, and not so long after that the call ended.

Carla didn’t want to think much about the next day. She just wanted to be content to see her friend again.

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Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Other characters are just ocs I invented lmao

Fanfic inspired by zu-is here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works.

P.S.: meanwhile my works have content that may trigger people, I am not in any way a supporter of any of these antics.

[tboyautism]

im a keiko fanpage terminal jiles weirdos please get well

[ladyy--lazarus]

Gen X loves to play victim, man. They had it the worst. Lol ok, yet you still refuse to get your mental illness under control and won't see a therapist, but rather be patronizing while you trauma dump without consent on anyone a day younger than you. The pioneers of excessive destructive entitlement. Also, (because it relates to who this rant is about) gay men need to do fucking better with their misogyny and racism. You're old but ya act like a fucking 5 year old.

Grow up and learn some fucking empathy and self-awareness.

[baked-hylian]

oh how I long for the day where fandom focuses its wanking towards something productive or beneficial to society