I pray that you grow up loving your brown skin. so rich. so smooth. incomparable. a shade of delight. God painted you so beautiful.
last week i got this in my ask box from an anon as a response to the Nureyev's Endless Pockets nonsense: "Juno and Peter are getting hot and heavy and Juno unbuttons Peter's shirt but stops at the waist because his hands brush against something: a fanny pack". I've been trying to write a fic for it but I just cannot do it justice. I trust you though. I trust you to do this horror justice if you feel so inclined.