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I love characterization where black women get to be spoiled sweet. Their aesthetic gets to be soft, gentle, and sweet. They have these big full smiles and dark eyes giving off a warm glimmer in the sunshine. They paint their nails green with little white dots because they think it’s cute. Their phone case is pink and has little rhinestones on the back: they won’t settle for something that instead seems sturdy and durable because it doesn’t come with a cute design. They’re twenty-one but their bedroom looks unchanged from when they were teenagers: it looks like this could be their teenage bedroom. They’re full of boundless love and fun because they’re young and they love to be young!

I love characterization where black women get to be poison. They have a swish in their hips, heels click on the floor and it sounds like power to her. They wear the finest clothes: fur-coats, designer dresses, necklaces and earrings of all varieties and lengths. Moving red lips match the color of the nail tracing against your skin as they talk about sweet nothings. And maybe they do love you, but their own agenda comes first and foremost. This sort of woman has characteristics that goes beyond her beauty. Her sex. They’re sharp as tacks and always ahead in their game. They’re leading the game.

I love characterization where black girls aren’t either of these things. They’re so awkward that they practice what they say in the mirror because they can’t think or get nervous otherwise. They’re off in their own little world – wishing they were somewhere else, anywhere else but here. They work better in small groups than large ones. They have passion for particular things they’re, unfortunately, under-represented in and can even be fun among the small group they love to call their friends. They’re nerdy and geeky as fuck. The wallflower - the tongue-tied black girl is super important.


Would you like to go out to dinner with me?

I’m being serious here, Oliver.

So am I.

I don’t want to read to much into this, but are you asking me out on a date… Like an actual date, like a date date.

Sure, I mean, the implication being with dinner that you…

Usually I’m the one talking in sentence fragments.

Would you like to go to dinner with me.


365 Days of Olicity: Day 58

Supernatural Preference- Your dad finding out you got into a fight at school


Dean would be pretty proud that you won the fight, especially since it was for a good reason.
“So what even happened with this fight?” Dean asked you as you both sat down.
“Well this dude kept saying some really gross stuff and looking right at my tits, so I knocked him down and beat the crap out of him.” You say casually as you take a bite out of your burger.
“Thats my girl!” Dean tells you with a big smile and a high five.


Lucifer would be pretty proud of you, I mean being the devil and you showing any sign of rebellion makes him pretty proud.
“So what was this fight about?” Lucifer asks intrigued as you walk through the door.
You turn to him as he looks you up and down seeing the state of your hair, clothes and face it was pretty obvious. 
“So theres this girl at school who is a total fascist and basically just wants everyone to be like her and is being cruel to anyone how doesn’t even think outside of her small square of knowledge or who dresses different. So she was telling me off for it and I punched her in the face, she threw me in a pile of mud and I threw some at her and squished it into her hair.” You told him, not feeling one bit of remorse.
“Well I’m very proud you.” He simply says giving you a hug.


Sam would be less than impressed but deep down would be pretty proud of you.
“I’m not happy with what you’ve done, y/n.” Your dad tells you.
“Horse shit, I read your diary and you’re always proud when y/n stands up for herself and others.” Dean says coming into the room and sitting down.
“You stay out of my room.” He points at Dean.
“And you, go to your room.” He says pointing at you.
“You’re proud of her.” Dean says before taking a sip of his beer.
“Shut up.” He tells his brother with a smirk.


Gabriel would be proud that you stuck up for what you believe in and would get in a fight with anyone who says other wise.
“I heard she punched the guy and kicked him down the stares just because he said he didn’t like her.” You heard one of the girls in the office say about you when you were waiting for your dad to pick you up.
“Ooooh, well I heard something different.” You heard your dad say from behind you.
“I heard that he called her a fat dyke for saying she didn’t want to go out with him.” Gabriel told the girls with a cocky smirk.
You smiled over at them and flipped them the bird as you left the office with your dad.