The Ritual by Atey Ghailan

Alright monster high tag I’m going to explain you about racial coding because some of you still can’t understand how a cartoon character can be a monster and have a “human race” to go along with it.

So first off we do not live in a bubble. Nothing created exists in a bubble. It is all influenced by the surrounding culture. Black children are going to look at Honey and say “hey, she has hair like mine” and relate to that. Mexican children will look at Skelita and recognize the sugar skull and be drawn to her. Things do not exists in a bubble.

Now for racial coding. Racial coding is when you take a non-human character and code them as a specific type of race, or ethnicity. Now, sometimes racial coding can be racist. Examples:

All these characters are very obviously supposed to represent a certain race even thought they re non-human. The problem is they are represented racistly.

Now on for some good examples!

Luigi is a car, we all know he is Italian.

Flow is a car, we can still tell she’s black.

Eduardo is a imaginary friend, we still know he’s latin@

Wilt is an imaginary friend, we can still tell he’s black

Jinafire is a dragon, we all know she’s Chinese

Marisol is a Maricoxi, she is still obviously South American & Latin@ (tbh she reads as Peruvian specifically to me)

Hello Kitty is a cat, because she is created in Japan and is often displayed as participating in Japanese culture we know she’s Japanese.

So even though Honey Swamp is a monster.

She still reads.

as black.

And if you can’t see that you are a racist.

Black folk get shit for their natural hair all the time. When you, as any race other than black, straighten Honey’s hair you are part of the problem and are racist.

I hope everyone learned a thing :)

P.S. I will not be responding to racist trying to defend themselves. 

Wilt is black?

Yes he is! they’re not even subtle about it in the show, but let me give a few examples from least important to most important. 

Wilt’s voice actor is Phil LaMarr

The kid (pictured: man) who created wilt is Jordan Michael’s… an obvious Michael Jordan parody. 

He was created in “The Hood” and this was his surroundings.

Most of this can be found in the wiki for Good Wilt Hunting.  but the strongest piece of evidence for Wilt being black doesn’t come from that episode but it is directly related to is how he sees himself. 

and that is the prop arm he wears over his stump to prank little kids in the Halloween episode.

Black skinned props and prosthetics aren’t exactly easy to find. (there’s a joke about this in the movie Bad Santa where the black elf character has to wear elf ears that are white skinned because they don’t make black elf ear props or if they do they are extremely hard to come by.) 

which means Wilt had to activity search that prop out or make it himself because that is how he seems himself. His creator was black ,his neighborhood was black so even though he isn’t human. he feels black. 

So if he was human, he would be a black human.

Holy crap this post is so long I’m sorry I couldn’t reblog this as a shorter link but this is super informative and SUPER IMPORTANT!

forgetting you

Attention Cat Lovers in Colorado Springs, CO or Kansas City Area

My aunt and uncle have a really beautiful cat. She is deaf and has milky eyes (she can see). Unfortunately their little boy is very allergic to her and they can’t keep her. Her name is Daisy and she needs a good, loving home. She isn’t elderly (i think she’s between 2-5 years old)

Likes:

Armpit massages

Cuddles

Yummy cat food

Vacuum cleaners (she likes the vibrations since she can’t hear the noise)

Being shaved

Kids

Dislikes:

Other cats (she usually doesn’t mind them but she’ll sit on them)

They don’t want to take her to a shelter where she could potentially be put down. PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN GIVING HER A LOVING HOME

why must i live in california 😭😭 please help signal boost this so this beautiful baby can find a wonderful home

i’m definitely that gf who will let you fall asleep in my lap or on my chest or in my arms & i won’t move a muscle bc i’m in love w/ the way u look

on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.

you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.

and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.

you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.  

maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -

“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”

Happy Pride Month, Tumblr!

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