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happy ask list for when you’re sad:

sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?

pink: sunsets or sunrises? 

freshly cut grass: are you an early riser? if not, is this because you stay up late? 

journal: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not? 

painting: in what ways are you creative? 

waves: is there one music genre you can’t listen to? 

writing: do you write letters? if not, would you like to be? 

waterfalls: describe your perfect date.

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head. 

dimples: would you rather be inviting on a hike or a night out? 

blushing: describe a rad person you know. 

watercolour: talk about something someone you are interested in can do that never fails to make you find them attractive? 

pine: if you could only smell one scent for the rest of your life, what would it be? 

pink eyeshadow: pasta or pizza? 

icy: homemade or takeout? 

rosè: what’s your opinion on shyness? 

clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel 

silk: list songs you listen to for a jam 

white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why? 

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself? 

hidden beaches: do you prefer to hang out in a big group or one on one? 

crossed fingers: using no negative words, describe your hair. 

mocktails: cold weather or hot weather?

the signs as fairies

Aries: adorns herself in red silk with shimmering wings the color of fire. can be found in environments with fire or heat, like volcanoes. is immune to the heat. can manipulate and create fire and spends her days playing with phoenixes and friends she creates out of burning embers. usually has swirling gold tattoos.

Taurus: a gentle fairy who can be found in forests. she spends her time playing with forest animals and making flower chains. she wears clothes made out of pieces of cloth she finds and always has some type of flower in her hair. her wings are soft as a feather, translucent and give off a golden glow. she can talk to animals, and she attracts them wherever she goes.

Gemini: the ultimate trickster. very petite, with razor sharp blue wings. she almost always wears a hat that covers her dark tresses. she wears a short dress with high boots. she is never without her staff. covered in her trinkets, her staff is her main tool to help her practice voodoo. other fairies come to her for potions and spells, but beware, she will turn on you if it benefits her.

Cancer: can most often be found in water. everything about her is silvery blue, from her skin to her hair to her eyes. she looks like she is made of moonlight. she only comes out at night, to sing songs to the moon. her wings are made of millions of tiny water droplets, but she rarely shows them. she can craft moonlight into beautiful pieces of art.

Leo: if you ever manage to get a glimpse of this fairy, the first thing you’ll notice about her is her hair. her thick red curls spiral out everywhere. considering wings are sacred to this type of fairy, it’s no surprise that hers are extravagant. like the wings of a monarch butterfly, her wings are especially strong, even though they look especially fragile. her clothes are made out of autumn leaves she finds in the woods where she lives. she usually has leaves decorating her hair. her favorite pastime is playing with the butterflies she shares her home with.

Virgo: like Leo, this fairy has wings like a butterfly, but hers are shades of deep blue and rich green. she looks delicate, but will defend her home fiercely. she wears clothes she creates from natural materials, and will typically have flowers in her hair. she spends her days protecting her home from humans and predators alike.

Libra: this dainty fairy spends her time high in the clouds. wears clothes made of pure white feathers and clouds. though she doesn’t have wings, she has a naturally ability to control air, and uses that to her advantage. she is an amazing dancer and spends her time dancing in the clouds to beautiful music only she can hear. 

Scorpio: the rumors surrounding this fairy are plenty. with her swirling black tattoos, dark hair, and leathery, deep purple and blue wings, she intimidates most who venture into her home, which is how she likes it. skilled in the most ancient magic, she spends her days making potions for those willing to pay the price. 

Sagittarius: perhaps the most daring fairy, her favorite pastime is to give humans glimpses of her, but she never shows her face. she only comes out when the leaves are changing colors. she wears a dress spun from pure gold, with a beautiful crown made out of golden feathers. her wings look like feathers but are actually very sharp, and are also gold. her favorite trick is, once you get a glimpse of her, she hides herself among the leaves until you go mad looking for her.

Capricorn: no human has ever gotten a look at this fairy, who is always found in cold environments. cold as ice, she’s as small as the snowflakes she crafts. her crystallized wings are more beautiful than any snowflake, and she wears a dress and jewelry crafted out of pure ice. her silver hair matches the color of her eyes. 

Aquarius: one of the rarest fairies, every part of her is silver, except her fragile, translucent wings. she only comes out during a full moon and is found in quiet, moonlit forests. she wears a dress made out of silvery moonlight. her favorite accessory is a crown made out of moonflowers. 

Pisces: this fairy frequents vast meadows, looking for a flower to make her home in. she makes her beautiful dresses out of stray flower petals she finds. her huge, butterfly-like wings are as big as she is. her most prized possession is her wooden flute, which she can use to call animals to her.

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Soft

It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.

Ask me anything! Literally:P y'all ❤ and stuff but let's interact bros ⭐️ pllleeazzzze I'm so bored...help
  • happy ask list for when you’re sad:
  • sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?
  • pink: sunsets or sunrises?
  • freshly cut grass: are you an early riser? if not, is this because you stay up late?
  • journal: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not?
  • painting: in what ways are you creative?
  • waves: is there one music genre you can’t listen to?
  • writing: do you write letters? if not, would you like to be?
  • waterfalls: describe your perfect date.
  • freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head.
  • dimples: would you rather be inviting on a hike or a night out?
  • blushing: describe a rad person you know.
  • watercolour: talk about something someone you are interested in can do that never fails to make you find them attractive?
  • pine: if you could only smell one scent for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  • pink eyeshadow: pasta or pizza?
  • icy: homemade or takeout?
  • rosè: what’s your opinion on shyness?
  • clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel
  • silk: list songs you listen to for a jam
  • white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why?
  • black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself?
  • hidden beaches: do you prefer to hang out in a big group or one on one?
  • crossed fingers: using no negative words, describe your hair.
  • mocktails: cold weather or hot weather?
  • ❣️And if there isn’t a question here that appeals to you: ask me *literally anything* you want!❣️
  • all creds to @harryhubba I rly liked this prompt!
Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀

JUNGKOOK - COLLEGE AU, TATTOOIST AU. 

The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 

PART TWO

Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

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Viktuuri Mafia!AU based on @drawverylittle‘s artwork. <3

Part 1 : It Starts With A Video

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Viktor loses count of how many times he hits rewind on the security tape. He’s numb to the whirring, hissing sound of the rewind. But the image is fuzzy. No matter how many times he goes back, home many times he pauses, he can’t quite see what he’s trying to focus on.

The man in the video is clearly young. At least Viktor assumes he is. The men with him are older, larger. Lackeys, for all intents and purposes. Security detail. The young man in the center is slight, his forearms exposed by the roll of his sleeves are slender, but even in the fuzzy image Viktor can tell a muscle cords beneath the skin. He’s no slouch.

The most Viktor can make out in the black and white video beyond that is black hair and a tattoo that stretches down the back of his forearms. But no amount of pausing, of staring, of getting so close to the screen the brightness is making him dizzy, has made him able to make out what that tattoo may be.

“Viktor!” Christophe whines from the desk beside him. “You’ve watched that tape hundreds of times. What else do you expect to see?”

“I can’t make out what is on his arms,” Viktor replies, pausing the video again. Is it another arm inked on to his own?
 
“You can barely make out anything,” Christophe points out with a sigh. “That’s the misfortune of having a security tape from these washed up casinos as evidence.”

Viktor leans back and sighs, leaving the video paused on the man reaching out with one of his tattooed arms to take a briefcase from the casino manager.

“I need a better picture.”

“Don’t we all.” Christophe rolls his eyes and pushes himself away from his desk. He’s already changed out of his uniform and into a well fitted, black button down. His sleeves are rolled up in a manner reminiscent of the mafia member Viktor can’t take his eyes off of. “How about you dwell on that another day and come out with me? We could both use a drink.”

Viktor shakes his head and flips open the file on his desk, pressing his fingers to his chin in contemplation. Newspaper clippings, witness testimony, images of property damage left behind are all they have to help them track down the newest member of the Russian mafia.

They say he’s Japanese. That he’s young. That he rose up the ranks in the Yakuza so quickly, so efficiently that no one questioned his reign. That the Russian mafia all but begged him to make his way up here, to resurrect their dying presence. But Viktor can’t quite tell fact from fiction yet.

Is this young man really Japanese or is he just another Russian member that was kept hidden from the press and the policy force? Is he here to stay or does he have a singular purpose? Has he really bitten someone’s ear off? Or torn out their eye? He suspects some of the rumors are just that… rumors. But he’s determined to find out which ones are rooted in truth.

“Go on without me,” Viktor tells Christophe, offering a weak smile. “Tonight I would only cramp your style.”

Christophe snorts and slams the file shut. “Viktor, your style is my style. You could never cramp it.” He pushes the file aside and loosens Viktor’s tie until he pulls it over his head. He flicks open the top few buttons of Viktor’s uniform. “None of this is going anywhere. Besides,” He grabs Viktor’s hand and pulls him out of his seat and Viktor gives up fighting. Christophe is too persistent to struggle against. “Maybe our little mafia man likes the clubs here too.”

Viktor chuckles and resigns himself to a night out. Christophe is right. He could use a drink, something that can distort his mind into forgetting the swipe of dark hair and black tattoos reaching down sure, confident arms.

Found a “fan” page dedicated to “White Storm”...

And I am in utter disbelief. Storm is a proud African woman. Being African is a huge part of her personality, who she is, what has shaped her into the person she has become. To whitewash her is to pretty much strip away everything she is on top of being RACIST AS FUCK! And they had to nerve to say and I quote because I can’t make up such fuckery, “Imagine how pretty she’d be if she was white”. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME. White hair and blue eyes against ebony skin isn’t pretty? Ororo means beauty! (I bet they refuse to refer to her by her actual name.) In canon men like the likes of Thor, Loki, T’Challa, Dr. Doom, Dracula, Cable, Quicksilver, and Wolverine just to name a few have shown interest in her. But she isn’t pretty to you because she’s black?

Tell me

Storm isn’t

STUNNING

She is a strong, gorgeous, black woman in a comic verse that already greatly lacks diversity and yet, you hate that she is black. To the creator of that blog (which I will not name here, because they don’t deserve the attention) the artists doing white rendering of her and your followers you should be embarrassed, you ignorant, bigoted peasant. 

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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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anonymous asked:

hi! do you think you could maybe possible perhaps write a soulmate!au? pretty pretty please?? (if you do - thanks, and if you don't - thanks for all of your other fics)

i heard you were looking like the moon

a/n: i decided to go with the ‘you don’t see colour until your soulmate touches you’ au. thank you so much for this anon, and i hope you enjoy it

She’s seven when she decides that the colour she’s most excited to see is purple. She’s watching a documentary with Petunia, sprawled on the carpet in their mediocre, three-bedroom house, watching the TV, enthralled. There are a pair of pretty people, holding hands, gravitational, lovely, and utterly in love. They are describing colour with a glistening film swept across their eyes, tainted by disdain, this supercilious disposition that colour is some kind of buried treasure, open only to those who are a part of some exclusive club where partners and couples clutch at each others’ hands like an anchor dropped in a bed of sand. The delight of love in someone else. It makes her heart race. But it is not this that upsets her. It is Ethel, the near 70-year-old lady on the screen, who lost her husband. She had spent 50 years with colour. And then it was lost.

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White Nationalism, Take Two
  • Racist: OK, ok, so we want a white nation for teh whites and we'll be able to figure out who's white and belongs and who's non-white and doesn't belong not based on what they look like, but based on their genetics! Genes! That's a scientific way to determine who's white and who's not!
  • Antifa: Uh-huh. Well, what gene will you look for?
  • Racist: You know, the white gene. The genetic marker that makes people white.
  • Antifa: By which you mean the gene or genes that make people have blue or green or hazel or brown eyes; or blonde or red or brown or black hair; or straight hair; or curly hair but not too curly; and white skin but you can't say at what point someone's skin is too dark to be considered white.
  • Racist: This isn't going well.
  • Antifa: It gets worse for you: do you know how many genetic markers are found exclusively in "white" populations?
  • Racist: Um, no.
  • Antifa: Zero. There are no genetic markers that are found exclusively in "white" populations. This is why geneticists, physical anthropologists, and biologists have all rejected "race" as a scientifically useful or valid concept.
  • Racist: Uh, I just remembered that I have to make an urgent call. BRB!

squaryq  asked:

My story is set in 2055 & the Government is bigoted, so those with different values to them are arrested - from those who are in a LGBT+ group, to people who speak against their rules. People are arrested for dumb stuff too (dyed hair etc), and for "real" crimes, & put in prison. I don't demonise the protags (prisoners- white, black & LGBT alike) & the moral is: nothing really matters: race/sexuality etc as people will still fight your corner. But I don't want to seem like a bigot too. Plz help!

How to write bigoted villains without coming off as a bigot yourself

To my mind, the #1 thing that can make a writer seem bigoted when writing bigoted bad guys is if there’s too much attention paid to the depiction of suffering and not enough to healing. Readers experience what your characters experience, so if those experiences are bad, the readers have to sit there through all of it. It’s okay to have bigoted bad guys, but cut the audience a break, right? They’re the real people.

Another thing that can make a writer seem bigoted when writing bigoted bad guys is if the bad guys are “sexy” or otherwise appealing. We don’t need that. There’s an epidemic in mainstream fiction of villains who are sexier than the good guys because of various aesthetic reasons. Loki (and in my generation, Snape, although nowadays I see more people talking about him negatively) didn’t acquire a hormone brigade by being bad – they did that by having a distinctive way of talking and dressing. We need more good guys with that kind of style and less bad guys, ESPECIALLY when the bad guys are bigoted.

Focus on healing and defeating evil, and don’t go into pages and pages of gory detail about what your heroes endured. A few tidbits are enough. The audience wants to watch them win, right?

–Shira

We’ve said this across several asks in the Racism tag so you’ll want to take a browse, but let me throw it on here: you should somehow be showing in the text that these bigoted behaviors are not good or justified, otherwise you may be justifying the bigotry in the text. Do not dismiss it when bigotry occurs or take it lightly; show your alliance to the marginalized people in your story by calling it out in one way or another. (So someone says a horrible, prejudiced thing. You can show through character reactions of anger, discomfort, or sadness that it was an awful thing to say, just for example.) 

For more reactions to bigotry, particularly racist micro-aggressions, see the end of “Incorporating Micro-Aggressions in Writing

~Mod Colette

Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC

[A/N: Finally I’m back! However not with the stuff you wanted or asked for, I am a terrible writer. This is a little rough around the edges but hey-ho! 

Okay so this is going to be an anthology series of different pairings (any and all pairings) finding their soulmates and I’m going to be using a multitude of different soulmate tropes! Starting with the soulmate AU, I apologise that this is really wordy but I had to get in all the different elements of what a soulmate consists of. I also plan on probably keeping each post as a one-shot which is maybe a little mean but I kind of like how I ended this one, let me know what you think! Also American readers please excuse my English-isms.]

Word Count: 1895


The sleepy town of Riverdale was illuminated with lights and colours, Pop’s Chok-Lit-Shoppe flashed a warm neon red, reflecting against the hoods of the cars that sat parked outside in the cold dark chill. The words Twilight Drive-In sat prettily against a dark blue backdrop held above the rusting letters ‘Closing Soon’, the abandoned sign creaked under the pressure of a strong wind that struck it heavily. The large Town Hall stood proudly painted in the freshest of lemon colours, the shadows of the night illuminated the deceitful corruption that lay hidden behind the closed doors.

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This Cruel Fate | Yoongi | Oneshot

Genre: Prince!au, Angst, Fluff, Christmas themes, slightly smutty implications

Word Count: 9,194

Summary: You lived in the palace your entire life and so did he. The only difference was that you were a maid and he was the heir apparent. Still, that single difference brought you together and held you apart at the same time.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

From the moment Yoongi was born, he had everything he could ask for. He had been born into the lap of highest luxury and no one questioned it. Of course no one questioned it, who could? He was the only son of the King, and therefore Min Yoongi was the only prince in the kingdom. If he asked for anything, it would be swiftly brought to him. No matter how high the price, Yoongi could have whatever he desired.

Except for you. 

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so all of my life I lived in a very sub-urban area and all I knew was “white!! white!! white!!” I was conditioned to believe that “white was beauty and dark skin was dirty”. this ultimately bringing down my self-esteem and making me think that white was superior and that I shouldn’t be black and that it was a curse or something. I remember coming to school after summer break and white kids comparing their skin to my skin saying “look I’m almost as dark as you” or me going to a pool party and them saying “wow your hair doesn’t get wet?!!”. I remember how much these things used to upset me. i recently I’ve moved to a more urban area with many more black kids and for the first time in my life I realized how great my skin color was and how beautiful my people were and how when I am in the sun my skin glistens and how my hair actually DOES get wet because it coils when it is! for the first time in my life I had a black teacher who actually taught me about my skin and the history behind it and why I should love it. my self-esteem has never been higher and I’ve never been happier. now that I realize how great and excellent my skin color is no one can tell me otherwise. HAPPY BLACKOUT!!!!

goggles-and-gears  asked:

(1/2)So, my main character identifies as African American, but I am worried that I might have accidentally made it seem like only lighter/mixed African Americans would be of value? I tried to subvert the 'black men can't/shouldn't be fathers' trope, and so her biological father is a white man who abandoned her mother when he realized she was pregnant. Her mother and father are both rather dark-skinned, very smart (they both work at Harvard, or used to - her mother may have moved on), and happy.

(2/2)My main character would only know the second man her mother ended up loving, and it would have been most of her life - they met right after her mother was left, and although they didn’t start dating until my MC was about a year old, it’s been so long that she wouldn’t remember a time without him. But I’m worried - would people be more likely to see it as saying that white men can be less reliable than AA men, or would it seem like I would only ever write someone who’s lighter?

Subverted Absent Black Father + Single Black Mother

Mixed-Race Light-skinned MC

I’m not too concerned with the mixed race light-skinned Black MC. It’s always great to portray dark-skinned monoracial Black women, yeah, and when folks (who aren’t of the identity) constantly/only create mixed race characters, particularly light skinned, that’s when I feel weird. Otherwise, it’s never a problem in itself.

 However, mixed race B+W doesn’t equal light-skinned. Genetics work how they want. Mixed race people come in all shades and hair textures. There are mixed b&w people with light skin and 4c afro hair, medium brown skin and straighter hair, dark brown skin and loose curly hair, etc. So your concern about writing someone lighter is erased if you just make her not so light.

 My issue is the absent father aspect of your question.

 Absent Father - Abandoned Black Woman

 If you have the missing parent for essential plot reasons, then I won’t encourage you to write that out. I will tell you that making the deadbeat father into a white man doesn’t erase all harm. The Absent Black Father not only demonizes Black men, but, when one’s involved, devalues Black women.

 Trace your logic. Why do we need to keep placing Black women in situations where they’re discarded and devalued? Subversion isn’t always desired in terms of representation. Personally, I feel that not perpetuating the harmful piece of representation in the first place is preferred to putting a “twist” to a trope.

 Let me emphasize what Elaney said in the mod wishlist regarding the representation we (as mods) want to see: 

 Lastly, I personally do not want these tropes to be explored and subverted by people, I want them to be avoided entirely because I feel that normalizing positive representation rather than commenting on negative representation is far more beneficial and validating to the people these works are supposed to help and represent. We don’t need sympathy, we need empathy!

Your ask works under the impression that there has to be an abandoning parent element in the first place.  Does there, truly, for significant plot reasons? There wouldn’t be a need to subvert anything if there was no abandoning parent in the first place. Honestly it seems more “revolutionary” to have two parents together these days. What’s cliche is there always needing to be an abandoning/missing/dead + single parent element going on.

Black women are often deemed as perpetually single, good for sex but not a relationship, and as the least attractive. Media conveniently considers romance overplayed when it comes to Black women, while white women in the same books and shows are given relationships. Tons of sh**ty articles and “stats” are published that serve only to call Black women ugly and unworthy and essentially just put us down.

 By having this white man abandon the Black woman, it’s going down that same path of portraying Black women as less desirable and worthy of support.

 Of course, these things happen, whether it’s a father devaluing a Black woman as the underlying reason or their separating under common differences. Such stories can still be written, and there’s indeed a place for them…in the right hands. It’s always best left to those who have the experience or those willing to dedicate themselves to research, fact and nuance-checking with appropriate beta-readers.

Giving the mother a new, loving relationship does help amend the Black woman/devalued aspect well, though. The new father being a Black man is also a positive touch. Giving the mother a support group (people who love and support her platonically) always helps too, especially during the time of abandonment, as would most suggestions in the Strong Black Woman tag.

 ~Mod Colette

why is it that when a latina overfills their lips they are a “chola” but when white girls start to do it, its a trend?

how come a black person’s dreads automatically make them look like they smell like patchouli oil and weed and are branded dirty thugs, but when a white person does it, it’s boho chic, a style statement and representative of a love for nature?

why is it that so many little ethnic girls had to spend their childhood being called a monkey because of their thick eyebrows, but suddenly since white beauty made the switch from thin to thick brows, its what everybody wants now?

and when latinas draw on their eyebrows to make them look thinner, or when black girls relax their hair, or when asian girls pop in contacts and wear their eyeliner and false lashes, or when any WOC tries to change their look to conform to white beauty standards, they are still made fun of???? 

I Will Take Care of You

|||Anon asked: Can i request a xiumin exo wolf mate au?? Like a cute and fluffy one maybe?|||

Kim Minseok (Xiumin) x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Word count: 976

Originally posted by drawien

You just moved but already didn’t like this place. Your father was a novelist and so you had to move whenever he finished his book as there was no more inspiration after that. He wanted to work somewhere quiet and calm and because of that each new place was more secluded than the last one. This time it was a town of 4000 residents. It was a cloudy day as you made your way to yet another new school. Due to your constant moving you gave up on making new friends so didn’t expect much out of this day. The first thing you had to do today was find the library. The smaller the town the less people will be there and so you can be alone and spend some time with yourself without anybody bothering you. You loved reading and you could thank your father for that. You took an old looking book from one of the shelves. Surprisingly it was a book about this town. Might as well get to know where you’re going to be living for the next year or so. You weren’t even 30 minutes in when you heard footsteps.

“Hello gorgeous” a man said and before you could react took your hand pecked it.

“Wha-“

“Haven’t seen you before, you’re new?”

“Actually yes I’m” you said quickly taking your hand out of his. “And who might you be? I’m not used to people just coming up out of nowhere and trying to start a conversation.”

“Why not? I saw you through the window and you looked incredibly cute, so I couldn’t resist talking to you.” he said smiling and you could feel how your cheeks started to burn.

“What’s up with him, he’s totally weird.” you thought but in reality you found him very handsome. He had dark purple and black hair and was wearing a white shirt with leather jacket on. You followed your gaze up to his face and unexpectedly made eye contact with him so you had to quickly avert your eyes to which he smiled. Great. You don’t even know him and he’s not even doing anything but he’s already making you blush.

“Name’s is Minseok by the way.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Already but I just got here.” he pouted but you were already standing up and turning around to leave.

“Hey!” he shouted after you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I might, why?”

“Oh nothing.” he said and you noticed how the pout was turning into a smile again. “I just thought I should look after you.”

You didn’t expect him to say that so you quickly turned around and headed out of the building. You were all red from his words and couldn’t let him see you like this. But you also couldn’t stop thinking about him on your way home.

“I’m back.” you said.

“Oh, welcome home” your father replied. “Sweety, could you do something for me? I just got this wonderful idea for a story but really need some photos for reference.”

“Now? It’s getting dark.”

“Please, I know you love doing this, help out your old man” your father said handing you the camera.

“Fine.” you said putting your more comfortable boots on. “I won’t take long.”

Your father was right, even though you didn’t live moving from one place to the other, the only thing you enjoyed about it was the nature. The forest started just across the street. You wondered what kind of story your father came up with now. As you were thinking and taking photos you didn’t even notice how now you were somewhere in the middle of the forest.

“Okay.” you thought. “Don’t panic. You can find your way back.”

With that you hear a branch snap and quickly turned in the direction of the sound. No way. There was a grey wolf there. How come? You never knew there were wolves in this area. The animal didn’t look happy. Were you in his territory? You tried remembering what to do in situations like this. Do you keep eye contact? Do you pretend that you’re dead? The wolf started approaching you growling, you took a few steps back when you hit a tree.

“That’s it.” you thought. “This is how I die.”

When suddenly out of nowhere another wolf appeared. The newcomer started growling at the other and he stopped in his tracks. They stood still just looking at each other for what seemed like ages when the grey one decided to take off. By now your legs gave up on you and you just slumped by the tree. Were you saved just now? But it was not over. Now the newcomer was drawing near you. You couldn’t have a good look at him as it was dusk and his fur was black. The only thing you could see clearly was his golden eyes. The wolf stopped right in front of you and sat down. You were now both staring at each other.

“Is this one friendly?” you thought, not sure if you could pet him. The wolf tilted his head as if inviting and you put your hand on his back. The fur was soft and warm and now you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. You had nothing to lose anyways, so you threw or arms around his neck and snuggled in it. Then the realization of what just happened and that you almost died just now hit you hard and you started crying. Before you knew it you were in someone else’s embrace. You felt strong hand wrap around your waist as a chin was put on top of your head.

“There there.” he said stroking you hair. You looked up and saw Minseok.

“I said I will look after you.”


A/N: I hope this satisfies the lovely anon who requested, I tried making this as fluffy as possible but idk 😃 Anyhow, I would love to write more kpop reactions, scenarios and stuff like that. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female, so if you have any ideas feel free to request!!

why do people think that us black girls hate ourselves for wanting to switch up our hair and for contouring our noses AND HIGHLIGHTING (like what the fuck) but nobody thinks white girls hate themselves when they fill their lips with plastic and make their skin four shades darker and constantly talk about how gross they feel when they’re pale

Birthday Present // Jack Maynard***

Words Count- 1445

Request-

Can you write a smut where it’s jack’s birthday party. he and the reader sneak away from the party and have sex in his car. bc what’s a better present than birthday sex? (;

A/N- THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE. Please give me your feedback but pls keep it nice. Hope you enjoy :)

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You and Jack had been dating for a little over seven months now. Your relationship was still very new in terms of length so you were still in the ‘everything ends in sex’ stage. Which neither of you two complained about. The sex with Jack wasn’t like any other sex you had had. He was experienced to say the least; he knew all of your weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to have you weak at the knees.

Jack was a very sexual person; and half the time he wasn’t even trying. Once he had walked out to the kitchen after just waking up. His hair was still messy from his previous sleeping state and his boxers hung low on his hips. It took everything in your body to not pounce on him then and there. Who are you kidding? You had leapt from your spot on the couch and into his arms. He was caught off guard but didn’t fail to show you a good time.

Now, with all this said there was one thing you two hadn’t shared together.

You two had yet to celebrate a birthday together. You had celebrated your birthday right before Jack had asked you out, and Jack’s birthday was in a few days. So you had no idea what to give him.

What’s too much?

What’s not enough?

You tried to ask Conor, Josh and even Anna, but they’re replies were all the same.

“He’ll like whatever you get him.”

So after a long conversation with your mom you had come up with the perfect present. At breakfast you would give him a new watch that he’s been wanting. Then at his birthday party you would give him the tickets and VIP passes to an upcoming Arsenal game. And then, as the night came to a close you would give him his last present.

You.

What’s a better birthday present than birthday sex?

To Jack, the answer was absolutely nothing.

So to complete the last present, you went and bought a new black lacy two piece lingerie.

~~

Today was Jack’s birthday so you started the day off with waking him up to kisses on his neck.

“Mornin’ love,” he said sleepily.

“Happy birthday baby,” you said, continuing to kiss him.

“Thank you, so what are our plans for today?”

You laid on his chest, “Well, your party is tonight. But until then, I don’t think anything.”

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked, flipping you two over.

~~

After some playful morning sex, you two had breakfast and you gave him his first present. He loved it and made sure to give you plenty of thank you kisses. After breakfast you two Skyped his parents and Anna to say hi and so they could wish him a happy birthday. Then you two went out to lunch with Conor.

Finally it was that time of night to go to his party. It was being held at a very large venue and many people were there. You walked around with Joe as Jack mingled with some friends from America.

“So, what’d you get Jack?” you ask, sipping on your drink.

“Nothing big, just a vinyl of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits,” he shrugged.

“He’s going to love that,” you laughed.

“How about you?” he asked.

You spun around, showing yourself, “You’re looking at it.”

Joe snorted, “You definitely beat me.”

~~

The night was still young as you wandered around the large venue, searching for the blonde that you call your boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen Jack?” you asked Caspar who was in a deep conversation with Alfie.

“Nope, sorry Y/n,” he gave you a smile and turned back to Alfie.

You continued walking until you found another familiar face.

“Hey Josh, have you seen Jack?” you asked the ginger.

“Yeah,” he slurred. “He went to the bathroom.”

You thanked the South African and headed towards the restrooms. Without thinking, you walked into the men’s room.

“There you are,” you chuckled. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“You do know you’re in the dude’s room right?” he laughed.

“I don’t care,” you shrugged.

“Okay, well let me fix my hair then we can go back out.” he turned his attention back to the mirror and you watched him.

You hadn’t noticed until now just how good he looked. He was wearing a white button up along with a black blazer. He had on black dress pants and white sneakers. You suddenly felt flushed as you stared at your boyfriend.

He continued to run his hands through his hair, oblivious to how he was making you feel. You felt a sudden wetness.

“Jack?” you said, walking towards him.

“Yes?” he said, focus remaining on the reflection.

You reached up to his hear, “I need you.”

He turned, “What?”

“I need you,” you said, looking up at him.

He grabbed your hand led you out of the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Well I’m not gonna take you in the bloody bathroom.”

“We both know you would,” you giggled.

“True, but I have a much better idea.” he said, opening the door to go outside.

“And what’s that?” You asked, the cold air hitting your bare skin.

Jack turned and gave you a cheeky grin, “What’s a better gift than car sex?”

You laughed, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

You two found your way to Conor’s SUV and quickly got into the back.

“Happy birthday,” you said against his lips as you straddled him.

He flipped you over so you were laying on your back and began lifting up your dress.

“Wait,” you stopped.

He detached his lips from your neck, “What’s wrong?”

You sat up, “It’s your birthday, and you shouldn’t have to do anything.”

“I don’t mind,” he says simply.

“No.” you insisted, pushing him back into the seat. “Just relax.”

You unbuckled his pants and slid your hand into his boxers. You grabbed his length and began pumping up and down.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Please, Y/n.”

“What do you want baby?” You asked innocently.

“Your mouth.”

He pushed his jeans down lower and you lowered your mouth around his tip. You continued pumping as you put more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.

You continued bobbing your head, his hand guiding you farther. Seeing him so vulnerable made you wet.

“Shit, Y/n. I’m gonna-” before he could finish, he released his load into your mouth. You swallowed and went back up to kiss him, raising your dress and pulling it over your head.

“You planned this?” he asked, eyeing your black lingerie.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

“I love you, but I need you,” before you could protest Jack ripped the lingerie in half.

“Jack!” you yelled, slapping his chest.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, just ride me.” He locked his eyes on you, hands on your hips.

You grabbed his dick, guiding it along your wet folds.

“I love you,” your eyes stayed on his as you pushed him into.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, thrusting into you.

You moaned, trying to get used to him. No matter how many times you two fucked, Jack always stretched you out like it was the first.

“Fuck,” you breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck. He dug his fingers into your hips, pushing into you more and more each time.

“Right there!” you cried as Jack hit your g-spot. You rocked your hips, grinding on his dick.

“D- Do the-the thing,” he stuttered as you continued to ride him.

You chuckled, turning on his dick so you were facing away from him. Jacks hands immediately went to your ass, massaging it. You put your hands on his thighs, and pulled off him so only his tip was inside you. You slowly made your way back down his length, moving your hips in little circles.

“Fuck babe,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

You felt your stomach clench around his throbbing dick, “Fuck!”

You turned back around, bouncing up and down as Jack released his load into you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me,” as he said those words you let the bundle in your stomach come undone, your juices going all over him.

You collapsed onto his chest, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thank you babygirl,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“We better go,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, if Conor finds out we fucked in his car he’s going to kill us.”

You both chuckled as you put your clothes back on and returned to party acting like nothing happened. Though everyone knew what you two had just done.

🐰KAKAO/LINE FRIENDS CHARACTERS🐻 (❗random vocab list)

These characters are veryyyyy famous in Korea! So i thought making a little “”“"vocab”“”“ list while introducing some of them would be cool haha. Here we go!

1. KAKAO FRIENDS🐻

제이지 - Groovy Jay G
A dog(?) i suppose. He is dressed as a secret agent and has blond afro hair!

튜브 - Tube
A white duck

프로도 - Frodo
a brown dog wearing a red necklace

네오 - Neo
A blue cat with black hair & a cute fringe

어피치 - Apeach
A pink peach

무지&콘 - Muzi & Con
Muzi is a yellow radish (yeah, how funny) wearing a bunny suit. His friend Con is the scientist who brought him to life!

라이언 - Ryan
Yall thought he was a bear? But no, he’s not! Ryan is a cuteeee lion.

2. LINE FRIENDS🐰

코니 - Cony
A female white rabbit married to Brown. She is the second main member of LINE friends!

브라운 - Brown
He is a brown bear and Cony’s husband! He’s also the 3rd main member of LINE friends.

샐리 - Sally
She is a cute little chick and the fifth main member of LINE friends.

⚠ random vocab list :

개 - dog
고양이 - cat
오리 - duck
토끼 - bunny/rabbit
곰 - bear
사자 - lion
갈색 - brown
흰색 - white
빨간색 - red
파란색 - blue
핀크/분홍색 - pink
노란색 - yellow
금발머리 - blond hair
검은 머리 - black hair
앞머리 - fringe
목걸이 - necklace
복숭아 - peach
단무지 - korean yellow pickled radish
인생 - life
친구 - friend
과학자 - scientist
메인 멤버 - main member
아내 - wife
남편 - husband
작은 - little
귀여운 - adjective form of “to be cute” (귀엽다)
결혼하다 - to marry someone
카카오톡 - kakotalk
라인 - line
카톡하다 - to text (via kakaotalk)