See now I’m on a feminism bender and I want to talk about all the female characters done massive injustice by this fandom.
Let’s talk about Anora. Let’s also have a fucking talk about Isabela. In fact, let’s have a riveting discussion RE: fandom reactions to “betrayals” of female characters vs. male characters.
i talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because i’m scared of hurting a characters feelings
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
Scott Woods (X)
he motherfucking dropped the truth.
THAT’S THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR OWNING EVERYTHING
this is a super important explanation to think about whenever you feel like telling someone that something isn’t racist because you don’t hate x person.
I probably reblogged in the past, but here it is again in that case.
andraste didn’t die so that there could be straight female love interests
when youre drawing and something is wrong but you cant figure out what it is
i have never played dragon age but what i’ve seen on tumblr is really confusing bc like 99% of what i’ve seen doesn’t even have dragons?? just a lot of hot people arguing with each other??? what is the game even about?????
Based off of this post and the fact I’ve been wanting to write something with Varric and Kaly lololol
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
”How many do you have, Hawke?”
By the time he had caught himself three more enemies had fallen to Bianca’s onslaught, but then both he and she stopped. He knew what had happened, he had gotten to humming an old tune then fell into the easy rhythm of fights that had seemed so long ago. This was not some Orlesian city, no, this was Lowtown with its bevy of bandits and thugs that always seemed to think that quantity and not quality was what was going to take Hawke and his crew down. Of course, that was all a lie because here he was in Orlais with a woman shaped battering ram that was not Aveline-though to be fair she had threatened him with violence, too,-a surprisingly fashionable mage that did not like cats or glow blue when angered, and a leader full of sass and snark, but she was not Hawke. She was also looking right at him, worry creasing her brow, which brought him out of his reverie.
A battlefield was no time to be reminiscing about good times long gone-and it said a lot that he considered those nightly excursions through Lowtown good times-but he was not sure he wanted the battle to end now. After everything was said and done there would be questions, comments, concerns, and that was supposed to be his job. It had been a tough potion to swallow when he had finally realized that he had no real place in this ragtag rabble, that he was nothing more than a dwarf with a crossbow. Sure he still had his connections, still gave out his nicknames, but there was no Rivaini, no Blondie, Broody, Daisy, Junior-and Aveline was one of a kind, even if her name was not-and there was also no Hawke. He had never felt so lost in his entire life and the thought weighed heavy on his mind.