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"Ice, is my character a stereotype?Is my story stereotypical?"

Lesson 6: "Let's Have a Talk, First"- Stereotypes, pt 1

Lesson 6: “Why’s she so rude?” (She’s Not)- Stereotypes, pt2

Lesson 6: "Is He the Threat (Or Are You?)"- Stereotypes, pt 3

Application Example: How to spot a Stereotype: An Example

Before you ask me this, I need you to read every lesson and click and search through every single link!

There are as many ways to accidentally (or purposely!) scribble up a stereotype as there are stories to tell. It takes our entire lives to learn and keep up with the ways media (fiction and nonfiction) will find ways to depict us negatively in a narrative. Why would it be any easier for you? 😅

If you actually want to develop the skill to see what and how stereotypes manifest in your media, you have to study it. It will take you time! You will have to read, and then you will have to apply what you've read! That's part of media analysis and comprehension! Because at the end of the day, I could present you with a surface level, lovely story containing a stereotypical narrative, but if you didn't know what to look for and why, you wouldn't see it.

And again, I will always tell you to engage with Black stories. Why do you want to put me in your stories, but you don't want to engage with anything created by me? Why do you want to know how to write my voice, but you're not willing to read anything spoken by my voice? How else do you plan on figuring that out? What is your intention, here? Let's ask ourselves these questions!

GUYS

IM GOING TO A HOZIER CONCERT

I GOT TICKETS TO GO WITH MY BROTHER IN JULY AND IM SO FUCKING EXCITED THIS IS AMAZING

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

You know, Valentine's Day is super overrated and objectively sucks, especially for me since I'm aroace, but like. My grandma did just send me $100 so maybe it's not that bad.

Horsie

I just watched The Fast and the Furious for the first time. And. Could Brian O'Conner be any mORE FUCKING BISEXUAL.

THE WAY HE TALKS TO DOM? THE WAY HE PRACTICALLY FLIRTS WITH VINCE IN THAT BEER SCENE AT THE HOUSE? THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT DOM ALL. THE. TIME!?!?

Like yes, this man had chemistry and was obviously interested in Mia, but like.... Dom. Every scene with Brian and Dom was like the most sexually charged shit in the show.

Just. The way he stares at that man is just. Insane.

Anyways yeah thought I should share that with you people. Hope I'm not the only one that thinks like this lmao cause I swear to god the chemistry is THERE.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

I sick

jackdaw appreciation post

I wish I was a lizard.