Black Girls Are Magic

“You have to DECIDE who you are, and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.” -James Baldwin


Dear Young Black Girls Rising Up,

Be carefree. When I say that, I mean exactly that. Be the person you want to be, whoever she is.

Patriarchy & Sexism forces you to see yourself as a object, as someone who obeys the man, as someone who doesn’t make decisions, and to be intimidated by being in control of yourself, and it’s all nonsense. You are shamed if you actually like sex and don’t only see it as a means of reproduction. Called a ho, a THOT, a bitch and etc. for not wanting anything more than pleasure from more than one person. Killed, raped, and humiliated for turning down the advances of men who think they own you. Told what to do with your body when with child, having regular bodily functions such as your menstrual cycle made a joke out of… You’re so much more than that.

Racism forces you to see yourself as a person who isn’t respected because your skin isn’t light, your hair isn’t straight, your nose isn’t narrow, your lips aren’t thin, the way you talk isn’t “proper,” your fathers are deadbeats and your mothers are whores, and you’ll end up living a life just like them. You’re meant to grow up strong and unable to feel pain, meant to be the backbone to the men in your life, meant to cry behind closed doors so no one can call you weak, meant to take the spit that’s spat at you, the hurt that’s inflicted on you, and the abuse you endure just to keep on living. You’re forced to be seen as anything but human…

And that is all a lie.

They’ll call you angry, but won’t ask you why.

They’ll say you give too much attitude, but won’t wonder where it stems from.

They’ll say you’re a grown woman just because puberty brought you hips and breasts.

They’ll call you ghetto (like it’s a personality and not a lifestyle) because of your doorknocker earrings and pink hair and edges swirled around the perimeter of your face.

They’ll say you’re “pretty for a Black girl,” as if that’s a compliment. As if Black girls aren’t meant to be pretty and you’re an exception.

They’ll say not to trust the next girl, because there is only one spot.


You don’t have to like or be anything other than yourself because people aren’t comfortable with you being anything other than what the world has forced you to believe you should be. The great thing about being human is that we are all different. No carbon copies needed.

Willow Smith has been called so many things because, at her age, her mother gave her the CHOICE to be whoever she wants to be. Hipster. Negligent. Reckless. Wild. Weird. Freak. Crazy… You name it, she’s been called it. AND YET… She makes music consistently, music that isn’t created with the intent to make money off of it by people who don’t care about representation or everyday struggles. It’s free falling, eclectic, dreamy, unhinged, and true. She can’t stop making it because she loves it, and the mind it comes from. Her own. Willow Smith is so in love with herself, that she shares herself with us. She has her opinions, and stands up for them. Being Black, being a woman, and simply being a human with gifts is a blessing this Carefree Black Girl doesn’t take for granted.

Amandla Stenberg has been looking and searching for roles to portray on film and television that’s written for girls like you: A Black young woman who doesn’t stem into the stereotypes White people have and continue to written for you. And it’s disheartening to her that she hasn’t been able to find any. That didn’t stop her from creating. She’s now working on a comic book featuring a Black girl by the name of Niobe from the comic series “The Untamed.” She uses social media to talk about certain Black Girl problems, like the fact that people still ask her questions like how she gets her hair to be curly. And from this success, we can only assume more works will branch from this Carefree Black Girl.

You don’t have to be like Willow or Amandla to be Carefree. Just …  live. Live in your truth. Do not be ashamed of what you love, even if it goes against the stereotype. Let no one create you. You create yourself. Unlearn what has been forcefed to you by the same people who don’t include you in their TV Shows, their Films, their Magazines, their Young Adult fiction series, their make-up, their clothing… 


Your reflection is the dopest thing there is. Don’t compete with the next Carefree Black Girl. Don’t be jealous of her. Join that movement. Be your own version of carefree. Be you.

Live your life and tell the tale of the Carefree Black Girl.

(purchase “Black Girls Are Magic,” here)

We teach girls shame. Close your legs, cover yourself, we make them feel as though being born female they’re already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up–and this is the worst thing we do to girls–they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form.

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man.

Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same?

We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.

—  Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
when people shame women who don't want children it makes me so fucking mad

I have been told since I was a child, A CHILD, that I was going to be a mother because it is just expected of me because I am a female. And I’ve never in my life wanted children. I got so tired of hearing “your mind will change when you’re older and more mature and woman-like ” as if it’s a right of passage to womanhood to have a child and you are otherwise not a woman. Young girls are taught more of woman=mother than boys are ever taught that man=father. Even in play girls are taught to play with baby dolls and play house and to play nice and gentle and be nurturing while boys roughhouse and learn sports. They are raising young girls with the idea that children are always a part of the female experience.

Being someone who does not want children myself I have been called a child hater and told that I am less caring and loving than other women, almost as if I am heartless for not wanting to reproduce. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I was 14 when my mom started pressuring me to start thinking about kids in my future. Only 14! And that very next year I found out I was infertile and had no chance of reproduction anyways. I was supposed to be distraught and sad but I was honestly RELIEVED to finally have a way out of the social pressure put on me because it was that bad. I was immediately told about options of surrogacy and adoption. A doctor sat down with a 15 year girl and discussed options for expensive surgeries and expensive surrogacy and the extensive requirements to make me most eligible to adopt. It was shoved down my throat even though I was 15 and uncomfortable and told the doctor that I did not want children.

And yet I still face demonisation for not wanting kids. To this very day. I can’t have kids and don’t want them and unless I REALLY REALLY want kids why would I go through all it would requires for me to be a parent?

I’ve been shamed for my infertility itself!!!! “It’s unnatural” and I am apparently less female and womanly because I cannot reproduce. But women are so much more than reproduction. I’ve been told that something is wrong with me and I am not a woman because I don’t feel the need to reproduce and this is just plain wrong and so many girls are taught this and it is so stressful for them and not healthy. We need to start seeing reproduction as an OPTION not a requirement

I love big brother Percy, I think it’s so cute and happy, but I myself am deeply invested in Sally Jackson who finally gets to live for herself again. Sally who, for the first time since she was 20 years old, has enough freedom to put herself first. Who doesn’t have to be in an abusive relationship to ensure the long term safety of her son. Who still worries about Percy because she’s his mom but who also knows that he can take care of himself in a lot of ways. Sally who finally has the financial freedom to pursue a dream she had given up and now gets to reclaim. Sally who gets to fall in love all over again and this time have it last. Sally who sheds the weight of years of abuse and of fear and shame and sadness and finally gets to live her Best Life. Sally who is so perfectly content to watch her son really transition into being a man with this wonderful daughter she never thought she’d have around who is just an amazing young woman. Sally who doesn’t feel the need to have another kid because she’s got two who have survived into adulthood despite it all and a husband she adores who adores her back and that’s enough. 

Sally Jackson getting to focus on being Sally Jackson the person and not the mom of a demigod for the first time in a long time. 

Some more Coffee Stains and Cigarette art to feed my fix…

*incoherent babbling about jealous/possessive Ford*

I Was Rooting For Y’all, But...

I’ve seen a shit ton of BODY SHAMING  in terms of Colin’s ears, and quite frankly I’m really appalled at some of you. If you love this man SO MUCH, then why are you up in arms about a body part that is not yours to begin with?It’s abusive to police what someone has done with themselves just because it doesn’t please you. If you support Colin, think long and hard about the things you have said and going forward, be the type of person Colin would want as a supporter, and also the type of person that your friends and family would feel comfortable being around if one of them altered their appearance for the sake of being comfortable in their OWN skin. The world is a cruel enough place, be kinder to people that trying to make themselves happier in it. End of rant.


A Feminist Colin Morgan Supporter

P.S. Come at me fandom, I’m ready, because I’m tired of this nonsense, and will address it.

watching black mirror is like being let in on this huge secret. a terrifying fucked the fuck up secret and suddenly you can see and everyone else is blind

I’m so proud of Briana.

During the past 11 months she’s been attacked left and right and called a whore, attention seeker, and golddigger among other awful things. She’s being slut shamed because she was ‘guilty’ of having sex with a famous man. Her body has been the subject of a horrible, public scrutinity for the entire time she was pregnant, and after she gave birth to her child too. She has been accused of faking said pregnancy and now people are dehumanizing her real life baby son by calling him a doll. She’s been bullied into silence and harassed in every social media platform by those who pride themselves to be “fans” of the father of her child, and she endured it with class, grace, and fortitude of spirit. She never hated back.

But despite these terrible things that are happening to her and to the person she loves the most in the world, she decided to stand up for herself and say ‘fuck the haters! You’re not going to break me’. She made new instagram and snapchat accounts and she’s sharing bits of her life with us. She’s not afraid of bullies anymore. She’s acknowledging fan art and positive comments, and she’s now using that space to make her voice heard against “journalists” who are spreading misinformation about her relationship with Louis. She’s a very strong young woman and I’m impressed by how she’s handling everything. I’m very proud of her. You go Briana!

I wish someone had told me in my younger years that being a “conventionally tough” guy isn’t the most important thing in the world. I’m not and never have been a traditionally “manly man,” and this is in no way tying to act like I’m better than those who are; I just wish I wasn’t treated like less of a dude because of those gender roles.

I cried a lot as a child until it was shamed out of me. I always speak my feelings and I’m a very emotional and vulnerable person. I exhibit behaviors and mannerisms some people classify as feminine. I don’t like aggression and I don’t fight, because I’m a pacifist.

But I always speak my mind. I refuse to sit by and let someone be hurt. I stand up for what I believe in. I went through bullying, a near-suicide, the death of my best friend and being diagnosed as a manic depressive and I dedicate my time to helping others love themselves, and that’s a special kind of tough.

I just wish someone had said “hey bro, by the way, when you hear feminist women say that gender roles are bullshit they’re trying to protect YOU TOO” because I never understood that the patriarchy put this stigma on me as well.

So here’s to all my nonconventionally tough dudes. Here’s to all my feminine dudes. You guys deserve to be protected too because fuck gender roles.

jxoon3  asked:

Sorry if I didn't look close enough through your art, but I wonder what Ellies and Nays parents look/are like. Do they have any siblings aswell? Thanks for reading! (PS: As a fellow artist your work inspires me to bring more shape and color into characters, keep up the good work, it's amazing!)

No problem!
I talked about Elliel’s parents and how they picked her up before here: [x]
Their names are Kalta and Oorok, and have three adopted kids. One of course being Elliel, and her two big siblings Tovak and Emion 

(bigger res can be found here)

  • Kalta is a Nomad and leader of the Clan of Storms, the mercenary family Elliel belongs to. He’s a strict but capable man who was in the North West War. He is a shamed Nomad, having left his original clan in order to aid in the War, but he’s currently setting up the family to be a new Northern powerhouse. He lost both of his legs in the War.
  • Oorok was born an Ogre warrior even though their disposition was never fit for it. They’re a very sentimental and romantic parent, it’s hard to believe they were also in the War. They now serve as the Clan’s main cook and financial organizer. Much of Elliel’s sentimental qualities come from Oorok. 
  • Tovak is the eldest child and most likely to succeed Kalta in the future. They’re an Ogre warrior like Oorok, and have a very stoic disposition. I’ve talked about them before here [x]
  • Emion is a Jotun Blood Mage with a morbid sense about him. He’s very no-nonsense, but his love for the family does show through. His original master was the Blood Mage who helped Kalta with his leg amputations and rehabilitation. Unfortunately, Emi’s master was killed after the War by thieves, and he later was taken in by Kalta and Oorok.

Kalta and Oorok are disgustingly in love

Nay’s family consists of three parents (one not pictured) and one older sister

  • Volere of House La’Font is a shrewd and cut-throat business-woman. She’s just as dramatic as her daughter but much harder to amuse, and they surprisingly don’t get along at all. She had no qualms separating from her husband the moment his reputation plummeted.
  • Sillis of House Bellacour is a dispassionate inventor. He’s rumored to be a child prodigy who was quickly burned out in his early years. He’s infamous for creating the magic armors that won the North West War, and is currently missing
    The La’Font and Bellacour union was an arranged marriage because Sillis’s first wife (and consequently the first heiress) were of low social standing. Volere and SIllis rarely speak if they can get away with it
  • Einnea of House Bellacour is SIllis’ first daughter, now estranged. As noted above, she was of low social standing but took after her father’s natural magic talent. She had a direct hand in aiding him with the Naiad super weapon, but strongly disagreed with the war. She renounced her House Name and has since joined a subset of the Myrmidon army dedicated to war reparations and fixing relations with the North.

Oorok, Emion, Volere, and Einnea were drawn by and belong to @mothsbymoonlight
Kalta, Tovak, and Sillis were drawn by and belong to me @dyemelikeasunset

so tonight was the badfic panel and at first i was all “man, last year a dude dressed as the stig literally somersaulted out of the crowd to read a shitty harry potter crossover for us, how are we ever gonna beat that”

but then we announced that the next reading was from same love lockdown, and somebody in the audience confessed that the epic tale of macklemore and kanye’s romance was their doing

i had the boyfriend read chapter seven. after he read out “don’t get butthurt if you get memed on!” the entire room gave a standing ovation. 

my favorite con moments are those ones that, when i look back on them (as a writer and lover of obnoxious, bizarre, overly coincidental campy bullshit), and think “i would not have scripted that any other way.”

thank you, yourheadcanon. you have truly given us a gift that keeps on giving.

I still am a geek. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I see no shame in having an unhealthy obsession with something.

David Tennant

Whenever you feel silly or embarrassed for being passionate about something just think about this quote. This is the man that got to live his childhood dream to play The Doctor in Doctor Who, a show he loved and was obsessed with and still loves until this very day.
Anything is possible. Just love the things you love and be happy!

It always breaks my heart when I see people (esp young girls) feeling insecure about “waifu” culture like they’re being lumped in with pedophiliac, creepy neckbeards who idolize little girls as the feminine ideal. It’s really not the same thing.

We’ve been force-fed that having fantasies is “childish” and that finding any joy in self-indulgence in them is “awkward” or embarrassing. The thing that brings us the most joy in a very unforgiving world of judgment we’re shamed for because it’s shunned by psuedo-intelluctal “real writers” who try to make a case for “realism” that makes others feel like even in the privacy of their own daydreams that they’re not “good enough” for their favorite character to love them. 

Fuck that, man. Fuck that noise. Don’t ever do that to somebody else, whether out of jealousy or “integrity”. Encourage the shit out of harmless love fantasies. Let people have their escapism. If you don’t like it, look away, but don’t ever be the shitbag who tells them their dreams aren’t feasible.

One of the most difficult situations a father will face is making that decision to marry his daughter off. His precious little princess who he has raised and loved unconditionally since her birth is now leaving the home and the trust is being passed on to another man to uphold and honour. Yet we are living in a time of corruption where oppression and shameful behaviour have become the norm. The unfortunate reality is that there are cowards among us who physically and mentally abuse their wives betraying the trust and disobeying their Lord. The Prophet sallalahu alayhi wassalam said “The best of you are those who are the best to their wives, and I am the best of you to my wives.”

How can we accept that a Muslim woman who has left the security, love and protection of her fathers home and married to you in good faith is now being abused and made to feel worthless? Do you not fear the day where you will questioned before Allah about your actions? Do you not fear that just as you have abused someone’s daughter that Allah will send you someone who will abuse your daughter?

Males are roaming the earth in large numbers, but very few can truly be classified as men. Sheikhs generally compound this problem by encouraging women to remain in abusive relationships even after it has become apparent that doing so is detrimental to the wellbeing of both the women and her children. To these males we remind them of the verse where Allah SWT says “And fear a Day when you will be returned to Allah. Then every soul will be compensated for what it earned, and they will not be treated unjustly”.

May Allah protect our sisters from harm and rectify the affairs of those among us who are afflicted with this disease.

-  Sheikh Khoder Soueid

I’ve heard that there are a bunch of people giving William Shatner a hard time because he has a prior engagement and can’t make it to Leonard Nimoy’s funeral. He’s making an appearance at a Red Cross charity event in Florida and can’t make it to Los Angeles in time.

I would try to spin an elegant phrase, but I’m going to be blunt– That’s ignorant and shameful.

Funerals aren’t for the dead. They’re for the living. They’re for closure for those who have not yet gone on that journey, and to give themselves comfort in being left behind.

Heck, I loved my grandfather more than pretty much any other person I’ve known in my entire life. He raised me, is the person most responsible for the man I am today, and is still my hero, but I missed his funeral because I was taking a trip across the country (this was back when I NEVER traveled, so it was a big deal). I almost canceled the trip, but my family talked me into going anyway because my grandfather was an adventurer and cared little for sentiment, so he would have DEFINITELY told me go. I imagine it’s a similar situation between Shatner and Nimoy.

Besides– Even if there wasn’t another event. Some people just don’t like funerals. Attending a funeral isn’t a requirement to show that you cared for someone. When I’m sad, I prefer to be alone and not talk to anyone at all until I feel better. Funerals make the grief WORSE for many people, rather than giving closure. People just need to lay off.

If you can properly honor the deceased in your actions and in the life you live, there’s no need to be there to watch other people talk about the past when you can be out crafting a future your loved one would be proud of.

Calling All Cullenites

Hello to all you lovely Cullenites!  I just want to say I was honored to be the first of our group to meet Greg Ellis.  I truly hope I represented all you amazing people well.  Being a fan of Cullen, I see how much love is out here for him-fanfic and fan art abounds on the internet, but I knew that the man who brings that Templar alive for us on screen was most likely not so aware of how much we admire and appreciate his hard work.  I happened to make Greg a drawing and a card for when I met him and he was just so genuinely grateful and thankful for it.  It got me thinking that it is a shame that he is missing out on the gorgeous art or insights of his character that writers put into stories.  The reason I created the card is to give Greg a way to connect with the fanart and fanfic inspired by Cullen, but even if he does have time to pop in, I feel the scope of how awesome the Cullenites and our community is may still go wholly unnoticed by him.  I couldn’t include every single person in the card, but maybe I found a way to remedy that!  I have the information to send fan mail to him and I thought that maybe if you ladies wanted to coordinate your art and writings to reach him.  I thought rather than having everyone send in their work singly (which I am happy to share the information to anyone interested) that it would maybe be more meaningful for him to receive one large package from us as a collective group.  If you want to entrust me, I am happy to do it.

If you are a writer, there are ideas I have for you to send-Greg Ellis is very adept at coming up with lyrics and rhyming on a whim when he spontaneously rapped about his Star Wars Rebels show coming out in October.  I thought for writers, if you wanted to come up with something like a concise short prose, a poem, or even something as silly as a limerick it would have the best possibility at being read.  Greg Ellis has a great sense of humor and I have no doubt you will be able to think of something!  As to the artists, either hand drawn art of prints of your work (if you are a digital artist) would be amazing and trust me, it would be received very well!  I request only paper or prints since I am going to bear the cost of shipping.  If you are interested, please feel free to send me an Ask to let me know.

If anyone is interested in doing this, my goal is to have this package received before DAI releases since Greg is a bit nervous to play the game.  He truly isn’t a gamer.  Apparently the last console he played on was a PS2 and he was playing Grand Theft Auto.  When his wife advised him to beat the hooker with a bat, he said he kinda drew the line.  I thought this package would give him a boost of confidence and help show him that no matter how he plays or whether it is an hour of him running into a wall, as long as he is willing to try this for us, we will be here to support him.  

Someone said that I was like the First Lady of the Cullenites which is very flattering, but I also want to make sure that I am not the only face he knows of in this fandom.  That is the other reason why I thought of this gift idea-to put all of you who live so far away in the lime light and to be noticed for your awe inspiring talents.  Thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you all for being so supportive, awesome, and inspiring.  

I find myself being attracted to dudes all the time. I’m like, “Wow, that’s a beautiful man.” There’s no shame in it; that’s how I feel. To stifle that would probably bring on stress and probably make somebody homophobic… I guess if I had to classify myself, I’d say I’m straight. But I have, in the past, experimented in other realms of homosexuality and bisexuality. Overall I’m more attracted to women. Like with my wife, I’m just so insanely in love and attracted to my wife that I go, “Well, OK, my love of musicals can’t trump that I love pussy”
—  Brendon Urie

so much sexism in the world sometimes i just gta sip my coconut water and calm down because i will go crazy trying to fix half of the population. its very hard for me to engage in arguments with people on anonymous or people i know for a fact are stupid ass men with sexist attitudes. i pray that one day God helps them and shows them everything they need to see. the pressure that women have to deal with is really sad and im honestly here for the women who still believe that being a “hoe” is wanting sex or falling in love 2 many times. slut shaming is alive and well and i really don’t want yall to get amber rosed by some kanye. know your true worth and dont ever let a man filled with hate shame you into believing anything you have done with YOUR life is wrong. and be aware of certain things men may say that piss you off. like using the word “hoe” or telling you to do certain things with your life because tiny, invisible things create a cultural context which builds into an overall attitude of mocking, minimizing, and dismissiveness towards all women.

This Is Not An Apology

This is not an apology
This is not an apology
The words have fought underneath my skin for over a decade
Battling with guilt and conscious 
Tumbling through the mire that is non-existent self esteem
Trapped in the pit of my stomach in a cage of ice cold fear

The fear of being wrong
The fear of being a mistake
The fear of being a disappointment
The fear…of your disappointment 

The words are rattling in their cage so fast they fly to my heart
And suddenly I’m afraid of one less thing
Even though a hundred more fears take its place
But the words are here in my heart now
And nothing ever rang so true
So there’s nothing I can do when they come to my throat-

Do you know the last time I wrote: “I am transgender” was in my letter to you?
Because somewhere between my heart and my throat, shame was born
And I wore it like a shroud

Thumbing through the pages of that old story
Filled with pity for the boy who got uncomfortable at the phrase: 
“I could never tell!”
And thinking: “I’m glad I moved past that”
But the next time you called I couldn’t bring myself to correct you when you referred to me as ‘she
It was easier to let you believe
Even though every time the weight on my shoulders threatened to suffocate me

When you cry over old pictures of the life you always wanted
My body turns to stone
While the molten lava burning in my chest seeps through cracks
Piece by piece, fueled by time and unexpected, unconditional love
Like any other coat
My shroud begins to wear away

It takes one last moment of unwarranted mourning
One last moment of shame
One last moment of fear
And suddenly
I’m free

Your words used to echo in my head as clear as the day you said them
And those days, there never seemed to be enough oxygen in the air 
But for the first time in years, I can say, “I am transgender”
And still be breathing afterwards
I can say “I am transgender”
And not immediately being to self-destruct
I can post a picture of my face online with the tagline ‘trans man’ 
And not worry about who’s going to see it

For the first time I feel honest when I tell that terrified kid in that old story:
“It gets better”
No matter what your mom said
You don’t have to apologize

She should never have made you feel guilty for loving yourself more than you love her visions for the future

This is not an apology
Because I’m not sorry
No one will ever make me sorry again

Because I’m not a vision
Because I’m not a possession
I’m not an idea or a concept
Because I’m a person
Because I’m a man
And my name is



Although his need to touch Aoba had been driven by little more than instinct, it had apparently had the desired effect. Every noise Aoba made, no matter how small, sent chills running through Ren. His interests in merely waking Aoba were becoming distant now, just from the realization that his lips could stir such sweet sounds from his sleeping love.

However Ren faltered when he heard another sound coming from Aoba, his trance being broken completely as he entered a very sudden, awkward headlock. Despite the grip of Aoba’s thighs, Ren craned his neck to face the newly awoken man. Feelings of shame and embarrassment struck him, as heat rose from his chest to the surface of his cheeks.

“Aoba… I’m sorry. I only…” he muttered, trailing off in lieu of excusing his actions. It felt wrong to him to have kissed Aoba in his sleep, no matter how much he wanted to at the time. Ren gave the most pathetic puppy dog eyes that a person could give as he whispered a half-hearted greeting, “Good morning.”

Aoba, to his own merit, seemed in fairly decent spirits despite his ticklish wake-up. While he wasn’t crazy about being tickled, since Ren had stopped his assault fairly early in, it seemed there was no harm done. Still groggy, he was quick to relax, his legs still draped over his companion’s shoulders as he gave a few final, half-hearted laughs.

“Good morning,” he murmured in response, fingers reaching down to gently fluff Ren’s dark hair.