It bothered me that there were no Squibs allowed in Hogwarts. Fine, I can get that Squibs would not be able to do any wand magic, and would not be able to fly a broomstick. They still apparently possess enough innate magic to see the school and other magically hidden locations….
"kate bishop isn’t korean it says shes white in the comics" shut up you know nothing o f this world
Gentrifiers focus on aesthetics, not people. Because people, to them, are aesthetics.
Proponents of gentrification will vouch for its benevolence by noting it “cleaned up the neighbourhood”. This is often code for a literal white-washing. The problems that existed in the neighbourhood - poverty, lack of opportunity, struggling populations denied city services - did not go away. They were simply priced out to a new location.
That new location is often an impoverished suburb, which lacks the glamour to make it the object of future renewal efforts. There is no history to attract preservationists because there is nothing in poor suburbs viewed as worth preserving, including the futures of the people forced to live in them. This is blight without beauty, ruin without romance: payday loan stores, dollar stores, unassuming homes and unpaid bills. In the suburbs, poverty looks banal and is overlooked.
In cities, gentrifiers have the political clout - and accompanying racial privilege - to reallocate resources and repair infrastructure. The neighbourhood is “cleaned up” through the removal of its residents. Gentrifiers can then bask in “urban life” - the storied history, the selective nostalgia, the carefully sprinkled grit - while avoiding responsibility to those they displaced.
destroy media’s idea of asian girls being petite, pale-skinned waifs with bobbed hair and blunt bangs who are either the quiet fighter or a submissive giggly teen
destroy the fetishizing and infantilizing of asian girls
don’t think about castiel living in the apartment below dean’s.
don’t think about cas lounging on the couch with the windows open and listening to dean play his guitar on the balcony every night.
don’t think about castiel memorizing the beat and lyrics to some of dean’s original music.
don’t think about cas obliviously humming one of dean’s songs while he’s folding his clothes in the laundry room.
don’t think about dean walking in while cas is drumming his hands against the dryer and shaking his butt.
don’t think about how red dean’s face would get when he realizes the song cas’ humming is one of his own.
definitely don’t think about dean inviting cas over for some take out and live music.
why’d we have to color so much in school. it didnt teach us anything. is “staying in the lines” a subconscious metaphor for not revolting against the bourgeoisie
#drunk enjolras complaining to combeferre