rules to get a girl

I need to get something off my chest.

I know I said before that I personally don’t like the stereotypes yaoi has or the way fujoshis portray gay couples

But lately I feel like all the bashing against them or straight women who watch shows with LGBT characters in general is uncalled for

Usually, they simply enjoy the ship like any other ship(Of course excluding the ones who call it sin) and even learn to support the LGBT community along the way?

Meanwhile straight men who enjoy lesbian porn and content in general still treat the LGBTQA+ community like shit, only like lesbian couples for their sexual fantasies and even sometimes claim they dislike real life LBTQA+ women?? Yet I don’t see long ass posts bashing them or people giving them names with awful meanings like fujoshis?

Also, whenever there’s a show with a gay ship straight men spend their time bashing the shippers (and the show if this ship becomes canon), meanwhile straight women react to lesbian ships with neutrality and even positivity most of the time, if not always?

This feels like yet another way to hate on women…

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First thank you @goody2shoessmut for the love… Would love to forward to these 10 beautiful, sweet and caring women….. (actually all my followers are beautiful, sweet and caring! But since I am following the rules 10 is all I get) so I will tag my Naughty Step Girls….


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a mixed cd i made for my friend made up of (mostly) classics.
super fun playlist:
a forest - the cure
cinderella’s big score - sonic youth
rock the casbah - the clash
how soon is now - the smiths
kiss kiss kill kill - horrorpops
love will tear us apart - joy division
murdermill - the kills
rebel grrrl - bikini kill
tear you apart - she wants revenge
This must be the place - the talking heads
deceptacon - le tigre
blue monday - new order
dance this mess around - b52’s
ghost town - the specials

MARVEL origin story rule: Hero gets the girl but can’t keep her.

Captain America and Peggy Carter

Loses her to time.

Iron Man and Pepper Potts

He just wasn’t ready yet.

Thor and Jane Foster

Divided by dimensions.

Hulk and Betty Ross

On the run with the monster within

Star Lord and Gamora

He dances and she doesn’t.

Ant-Man and Hope Van Dyne

Closest to actually keeping the girl so far but he’s full of shit.

Dr. Strange and Christine Palmer

…it’s complicated.

A Game

i got so excited when you answered my question like omg. hehe anyways. can i request an imagine where the reader is modern. you know, with gadgets, headphones and all that and she gets taken to neverland while she’s having a walk and when she arrives in neverland she isn’t bothered at all because she had seen weirder shit (lol) and then her personality is like sassy, witty and likes to answer with only one word or short sentences. Pan tried to intimidate her but ya he gets frustrated and up2u

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Peter Pan was totally and undeniably frazzled by you. None of the Lost Boys had ever seen him this crazed. Pan was upset that nothing ever fazed you. Even when you had been taken by a shadow to Neverland, a place with magic and boys who never grew up, you shrugged it off as if it wasn’t the strangest thing to have happened to you. Yes, you had annoyed him, to say the least, and Pan was determined to get your fire going. Surely you couldn’t always be so cool and collected, he thought to himself. Surely something would get you riled up.

Today you were taking a stroll throughout the forest, headphones in tow as you listened to the music on your phone. Neverland was a place where no one grew old, and thankfully that magic spread to electronics, freezing the battery forever in time. And so you carried on, chill as always, until a certain someone stopped by for another attempt to annoy you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Pan drawled, floating down next to you.

“Hey,” you greeted simply.

“Up for a game?”

“Not particularly,” you replied, causing the boy’s eyes to darken.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re going to play anyways.”


“And there’s one rule.”

“Great,” you didn’t mind. You’d play his silly game.

“No one-word answers.”


Pan smirked at you. “You’ve already lost.”

“Not fair.”

“How so?”

“You want me to play. Don’t restrict my speech.” His brow furrowed as you told him this. How would eliminating one-worded answers restrict your speech? He was allowing you to speak freely in front of him. Pan would never admit it, but he was only playing this game to get to know the quiet, clever girl. The rule was made in the hope of learning more about you.

But you would not play, and so he complied.

“Fine,” he surrendered reluctantly. “No more rules, except that you answer honestly and truthfully.” You nodded, smirking as you came up with a plan of your own to rile up the island’s leader. He smiled in triumph, ignoring your smirk, and proceeded. “Let the game begin.”

… … …

Pan stalked over to his treehouse, sulking, and the Lost Boys scrambled to get out his way, not wanting to be caught on his bad side. Meanwhile, you emerged from the forest quite smug, bobbing your head to the beat of your music.

He had asked you an endless list of personal questions, all of which you answered cleverly, twisting the meaning of his words so that you could give a plausible response that was not at all what he had originally wanted. He was furious, but what could he do? Your wit had outsmarted him, and he could do nothing but wallow in another loss. You hummed as you walked over to your tent, grinning.

You had won this round.

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A Meaningless Discussion

Fic Request: 
“Ooooo~ What about one where the reader is on their phone, with their brother, and Natemare just, “Hey, you’re a women, what do I have to do to get into your pants?” 😂 

Originally posted by heykeykey

“Hey, so when the hell are you going to visit me?” Your brother exclaimed through the phone. 
“When I get the money and the motivation to get off my ass!” You replied moving through the house. “I’ll see you when I see you. Stop complaining. You have school to go too anyway. You don’t need me distracting you.” 
Your brother sighed, “Whatever. Anyway, how’s your new roommate going?” 
You went to reply when Natemare wandered into the room. He looked deep in thought, but seeing you, Natemare broke into a smile. 
“Hey, you’re a woman, what do I have to do to get into your pants?” He asked, all serious. 
Both you and your brother were left speechless. 
But you were pretty much use to this sort of thing from Natemare so you broke out of your stupor early. 
“Uhh, Nate, I’m on the phone.” You said with a chuckle. “And you can’t get into my pants, that’s strictly against my rules.” 
“Wait, girls have rules?” Natemare asked shocked. “Well, that just puts a wrench into my plans.” 
“What does he mean plans?” Your brother asked stiffly. “Put me on speaker so I can give this guy a piece of my mind.” 
You couldn’t help but smile and you pointed at the phone against your ear. 
“My brother wants to threaten you,” You told Natemare.
Who grinned and rubbed his hands together. 
“Alright, lets hear it.” 
You pressed the speaker button and Natemare inclined his head in a “listening” tilt. 
“You better keep your hands off my sister, bud!” Your brother said firmly. “Or else I’m going to come over there and kick your ass.” 
Natemare rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, flicking his wrist in a farewell gesture and leaving the room. 
“And my sister deserves much better than you!” Your brother continued. “She was nice enough to take you in and give you a place to stay, so you better respect her…..he’s gone isn’t he.” 
You laughed, “Yeah. He left around the ‘kicking your ass’ part.” 
“He must have been so terrified he had to leave,” Your brother said smugly. 
Natemare poked his head into the room, eyes rimmed with black and a predatory smile stretching over his lips. 
“Can we invite him to dinner?” He asked. 
You shooed him and shook your head. “Not on your life.” 
“Is he back?” Your brother asked. 
“Hey!” Natemare called across the room. “Douche-bag, wanna come to dinner?” 
“What the hell did he call me?” Your brother asked and you sighed. 
“I said, douche-bag,” Natemare grinned, leaning against the door frame. “What’da say? Wanna sniff out your sister’s sexy roommate?” 
You arched an eyebrow, “You’re sexy?” 
Natemare poked his tongue at you as your brother replied. “You know what? Alright, I’ll take you up on the offer. I’ll be around this weekend.” 
And the call ended. 
You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Natemare, that was unnecessary.” 
Natemare shrugged, “Anyway, so what will it take to get in your pants?” 
You playfully glared at him. “Natemare, I’m not answering that question. Why do you even want to know?” 
“It’s fun teasing you.” Natemare winked, disappearing into the hallway.
You turned to leave the room, but your footsteps stalled when a single humming note reached your ears. 
“No! Don’t you dare!” You yelled, rewarded with a distant musical chuckle.

The Houses Fall Aesthetics
  • Hufflepuff: Running through a pile of leaves, drinking coco from a mug they made themselves, wearing leg warmers over tights, raking leaves into a pile only to watch it blow away in the wind, carving pumpkins, sewing their own halloween costumes, taking late night walks through their neighborhood, going to the playground to swing on the swings, hosting sleepovers with friends and turning it into a snack party, volunteering to take their younger siblings out trick-or-treating, trying out new recipes for Thanksgiving, going to the farmers market and trying out the free samples, ordering pumpkin bread from Starbucks.
  • Ravenclaw: Going to the library for an afternoon, singing acoustic songs in a coffee shoppe, wearing cardigan sweaters and boots, drinking hot coffee while sitting on a park bench, making designs for carving pumpkins, drawing/sketching until the early morning, staying home and handing out the candy for halloween or dressing up as historical figures or their idols, binge watching horror films, taking early morning walks through the forest, coming up with new holiday drinks as a sleepover activity, learning to play a new instrument, always making stuffing for Thanksgiving, ordering black coffee from Starbucks.
  • Slytherin: Spending the night at a 24/7 diner while ordering pancakes, venturing through the city to find graffiti, wearing black sweaters with black leggings and black ankle boots, going through the neighborhood playing tricks and not getting treats, staying overnight in a cemetery telling ghost stories, going ghost hunting then getting bored and deciding to find the nearest coffee house to get something to drink, embracing the "Mean Girls" rule for halloween or dressing up as their favorite horror movie creature, drinking champagne or wine during a sleepover, taking aesthetic photos of friends or scenery, volunteering to set the table for Thanksgiving since they didn't want to cook, staying home all day and then going out all night, sitting on the rooftop to gaze at the stars or be alone, ordering PSL at Starbucks.
  • Gryffindor: Taking mini hiking trips up the mountain, wearing oversized sweaters and jeans, going to a coffee shoppe to meet up with friends, going to the movies to watch the latest horror film, taking a morning run through the woods, dressing up as their favorite celebrity or athlete for halloween, taking long drives to the coast just to walk on the beach, watching the Disney channel for all the halloween movies we watched as kids, playing bloody mary in the bathroom only to be a little disappointed, riding a bike through the leaves, making s'mores during a sleepover, making mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving, ordering frappucinos at Starbucks.

When people I don’t talk to all that much use my name: YOU KNOW MY NAMMME!!

Trans Headcanons for Harry Potter

It’s apparently National Coming Out day (ps am gay), so here’s some trans headcanons for Harry Potter. From a conversation with @buttcheek2 , who is great.

Hermione: She’s black, of course, which makes Malfoy’s anti-muggleborn racism more poignant, and she’s also trans.
Picture a little 11-year-old trans girl staring down the wrong puberty. She’s done the research, she’s read how hard it is to get puberty blockers and hormones, she’s learned about surgeries and discrimination, she knows how hard it’s going to be for her. Then she gets a letter that says “Magic exists and you can do it. You can fix this with a wave of a wand.”

No friggin’ wonder she read all her textbooks six months in advance. No one else’s very identity is dependent on being top of the class.

(P.S. we see her doing permanent body modification with magic, and didn’t it always seem like she was a little *too* into making the Polyjuice Potion? It wasn’t a great plan, and it was super difficult, dangerous, and against the rules, but she always seemed *really* excited about getting to transform into that cis girl…)

Ginny: Molly Weasley thought she had seven sons and resigned herself to a life surrounded by testosterone. Imagine her joy when she learned she had a daughter.

And imagine how much her brothers teased her about “now you’re a girl, I guess you can’t play us in Quidditch” until she shut them up.

Snape: Snape’s story always felt like it was missing something; he was supposed to be Forlorn Eternal Love, but he wound up as Creepy Stalker. But consider, from his perspective:
Young trans boy likes a girl, but she can’t see past his body. He learns how to make potions to change his body, but it’s a slow process. Before he perfects it, this other boy comes along, and just because he was lucky enough to be born in the right body, the girl falls in love with him! He spends the rest of his life convinced that if he’d been assigned male at birth, he could have gotten her.

This takes Snape from “friendzoned =(” to “trans boy frustrated he can’t get a straight girl to see past his body”. Lily becomes his motivation to transition (inverse of Hermione, whose transition is partial motivation for her academic excellence). This also explains his extreeeeeeme hatred of James and the other marauders, and his specific anger at Harry’s privilege, at the advantages he gets simply because of some accidents of birth. It means also that James’ magical pantsing prank goes from bullying to hate crime (and that Harry seeing that memory in the pensieve effectively outed Snape), so it makes a little more sense for Snape to hold a grudge for decades.

It also explains part of why he’s such a horrible asshole in classes, not just to Harry but also to Hermione, Neville, and others. It isn’t that he hates everyone: he hates amab people. He hates anyone who had the privilege he lacked. He *especially* hates Hermione, who had that and then gave it up.

Course, he also gives special treatment to Malfoy…

Malfoy: Draco gives Snape a chance to fix his mistakes, to live vicariously through someone else. When fellow death eater Lucius mentions that his daughter is saying silly things about herself, Snape stops him and demands to see the child. He gives Draco the potions he spent so long devising so that this boy doesn’t have to live the same pain that he did.

Since Snape sees Malfoy as a younger version of himself, he wants to protect him, to make sure he does well in school and doesn’t get hurt, especially by the Potter boy. When Narcissa needs to find someone to protect her son, she chooses someone who isn’t just his teacher or head of house, but a man devoted to protecting him, even at the cost of his own life.

None of this makes Malfoy particularly more interesting, but that’s alright; not every trans character is defined by their gender. Malfoy comes from a rich, socially high-ranking family, and transitions at a young age. He remains extremely privileged one way or the other and highlights how important that privilege is to a trans person.

McGonagall: The transfiguration master, a woman who’s devoted her magical career to learning how to transform her body. It would be kinda symbolically inappropriate for her *not* to be trans.

Going into her deeper backstory outside of the books, McGonagall’s story revolves around a mother forced to hide her identity, a girl proud of herself and who she is, and a decision to live proudly and openly, even if it means she doesn’t marry. Honestly, the trans metaphor is pretty obvious.

She also excelled academically at school, like another trans girl we know, and specifically focused her efforts on learning how to transform her body. As an animagus, it also makes complete symbolic sense for her to be genderfluid, changing between two distinct forms rather than permanently transforming herself.

Moaning Myrtle: She spent all her time in the girls’ bathroom, locked in a stall; even as the other girls made fun of her for how she looked, it was the only place she felt like herself. When she died, she stayed in one of the only gendered spaces on campus.

What was the unfinished business that kept her on this plane? Finding transphobes and making fun of *their* genitals and telling *them* they can’t use this bathroom. The bathroom was abandoned because she made it a trans-only space by haunting the shit out of any cis girl who came in. Hermione and Ginny were okay, of course. She lets Harry and Ron in because she assumes they’re closet trans (why would a boy want to go into the girl’s bathroom?), and she sympathizes with Malfoy in his sixth year since he actually is trans (albeit he’s never been bullied for it like she was).

Remus: once a month something happens to his body that’s beyond his control and he feels like a horrible monster even though his friends assure him it’s okay, until he starts taking a potion (made by Snape) that keeps it under control. Also he’s a werewolf.

This makes his standing by while his cis friends abused another trans boy more poignant, and also explains why Snape would ever do anything nice for him ever.

Tonks: if you don’t think that’s the perfect magic power for a genderfluid person, I dunno what to tell you. Tonks also decided not to go by a clearly feminine first name and was quite happy to assume male forms.

Tom Riddle: Tom is not a trans man but a closeted trans woman. He (that is the pronoun he uses for himself) spends his whole life fighting his urges. It would have been very hard to transition in an orphanage, where he is bullied for any feminine traits he displays and lashes out with magic.

In school, as he goes through puberty, he tries hard to be as masculine as he can, gathering a group of all male friends and making himself their leader, even taking on the title “Lord”. He focused on his magical ability, seeking something to fix himself, rather than accepting and loving himself (as Dumbledore always preached). One day, while ashamedly visiting the girls’ bathroom, he discovers the entrance to the chamber of secrets. The person he kills is Myrtle Warren: even though she doesn’t pass and she cries all the time and her life is miserable, she still has the courage to be out and proud. Riddle can’t stand this reminder of his own weakness and kills her. He never returns to the Chamber of Secrets again, because to do so he would need to enter the girls’ bathroom.

Riddle pushes his studies toward magic that will allow him to live even if he destroys or mangles his body, which he sees as the cause of his problems by not being masculine enough.

When reopening the Chamber of Secrets, he chooses a female student (likely to his great shame, unable to resist the urge to do so). When he returns fully, he decides to make his new body of materials drawn from three different men, hoping it would finally let him be at peace with himself, but to no avail. So he seeks out the most powerful wand in the world - surely, with that, he could finally fix himself.

Voldemort trusts Snape despite everything because he sees in him someone else who understands what it’s like to “choose” to be a man. He likely takes Snape’s masculinizing potion, as well. For his symbol, he chooses a snake, an animal which not only represents his ancestry, but is also extremely phallic, symbolizing his maleness. Ironically, the snake he makes his familiar is female: like him, a female mind in a masculine body.

Finally, he seeks out the elder wand, a symbol of ultimate maleness: besides its shape (it is the mightiest phallus in wizarding history), it is passed down through bloodshed, competition, combat: all things coded as male, making it a powerful symbol of masculine strength. However, even this betrays him, and he dies by his own hand after putting all of his faith into an identity that was never his.

Okay, this is part of a wip, but it’s not going to be published for ages because it’s farther along in the timeline, and I’m impatient, okay. Red Team South is everywhere.


“You can’t join Red Team,” Simmons protests. He casts wildly for an argument. He can feel his unofficial hold as Sarge’s Favorite slipping away. “You’re a girl. Blue gets all the girls. It’s like a weird rule or something.”

“Naw, I’m totally a Red,” South says. “The Blues are full of whiny babies. There we go. Now induct me into your weirdo secret society or something.”

“Sarge, you just can’t allow this!” Simmons whines. “I mean, look at her armor!”

Everyone looks at South’s armor.

“He does have a point, missy,” Sarge says after a beat. “What color do you even call that?”

“Pink,” South says, not missing a beat. She’s going to let the ‘missy’ slide for now on account that 1. There is no way in hell she’s joining the mopefest over at Blue and 2. She will beat him out of that habit later.

“It’s purple,” Simmons protests.

“Do you really want to argue about colors with me, nerd?” She takes a threatening step forward.

“But it’s—“

“Pink,” South repeats emphatically.

Donut’s pink,” Grif says, his only contribution to this argument. “You’re purple.”

“Donut’s not pink,” South insists, thinking rapidly. “He’s….he’s lightish red.”

Absolute. Silence.

She’s a Red,” Sarge declares.

Simmons sighs.

Mon Cheri (Sebastian Smythe X Reader)

Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe X Reader
Word Count: 6,278 (I didn’t mean to make it this long I swear???)
Author’s Note: Blaine is no longer at Dalton (he’s at McKinley and a senior so I think Kurt would be in New York at this point but we’re gonna pretend that he was visiting Blaine for a little bit), Sebastian is a junior at Dalton (idk how old he is honestly oops), __y/n__ is a sophomore. I honestly dunno anything about Blaine’s parents, I just imagine that they’re like really open-minded and awesome?? Also: I believe that every person has an exception to their sexuality. Even though __y/n__ considers herself gay, she’s not against the idea of being with a guy, it’s just not something she’s ever been interested in trying (until she got to know Sebastian). Also, I think Sebastian’s bi or pan, with a tendency to have sex with guys. I know they say in the show that he’s 100% gay, but I still firmly believe that he is just more male-centric, and would be sexually attracted to a female if it was the right one. ALSO THERE ARE SOME SOULMATE! THEMES?? IT’S NOT LIKE 100% SOULMATE AU BUT THAT’S LIKE WHY THEY GET TOGETHER SO QUICKLY.

“You didn’t tell me that good looks ran in the Anderson family.” Were the first words you ever heard Sebastian Smythe say, his arm extending out a hand for you to shake.

You took it, struggling to not roll your eyes as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, slipping into your ‘male’ voice that you had been perfecting for the last year. It was a little deeper than your own voice, and it was slightly weird to hear it coming out of your mouth, but you felt like it helped with the whole 'pretending to be a boy’ thing.

You were Blaine’s sister, and Blaine had been trying to get the staff at Dalton to change the rules (could having a girl in the Warblers really hurt their chances at winning? Blaine didn’t think so) for years (he knew about just how badly you wanted to go to Dalton), but they always refused. Dalton Academy had been an all boys school since it was established, and that’s how it would stay.

Blaine, not one to give up, was the one who initially suggested that you dress like a boy. He thought that the rules were ignorant (a girl could really help with the Warblers’ vocal range), and he actually encouraged you to consider practicing talking and acting like a boy.

You had done as he recommended, and when you had finally approached your parents with the intention to ask your parents for the tuition money, they didn't judge you for wanting to go to the all boys school. Instead, they had laughed, said they thought it was a brilliant idea, warned you to be careful because they didn’t really want a lawsuit on their hands, and had given you the money you needed.

You, Blaine, and Kurt (he was in on the plan because he was Blaine's boyfriend and you loved him to death) had gone to the mall, bought you a binder, a new haircut, and a dozen outfits with Kurt’s seal of approval (meaning that you were going to be the best dressed cross dresser ever), and then you had applied to Dalton.

It took a bit of lying, your parents had even managed to get a copy of your birth certificate altered so that you were, legally, Eli _f/i_ Anderson, but you got in. Elizabeth was your given middle name, so you had taken the first three letters and used them as your male name.

Blaine wasn’t there anymore, but he told you that even though you couldn’t compete with the Warblers (no way anyone would be able to hear you sing and not think you were a girl), you could still trust the Warblers. Even Sebastian, who Blaine was actually pretty good friends with (much to Kurt’s distain).

Sebastian smiled, but it was more of a smirk than anything else. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He replied smoothly, and Blaine noticed with a grin that you were trying valiantly to keep the scowl off your face. You knew exactly about how he flirted shamelessly with Blaine, and with your extreme love for Kurt (seriously, if he was straight and you were straight, you would’ve snatched that boy up for yourself), you were not too fond of Sebastian. Even if he was a ridiculously good dancer and singer, his incredibly hot face meant nothing to you.

You extracted your hand from Sebastian’s, giving a real smile to the other Warblers. Them, you liked. You had watched almost every Warbler performance, but you hadn’t ever gotten to meet them before now.

“I’m a huge fan.” You said enthusiastically, and the Warblers looked at Blaine in surprise before chatting you with excitedly.

“Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Blaine requested, resting his palm on Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian gave him a small smile that quickly blossomed into a smirk. “I’ll keep more than an eye on him.”

Blaine groaned and pulled his hand away from Sebastian’s shoulder, using it to smack Sebastian on the head. “Sebastian, no. Trust me, you’re not his type.”

Sebastian's green eyes flicked over to you, letting them trail over you appreciatively. You were petite, even shorter than Blaine, and you looked a little feminine, but it suited you. Your features were almost elfin and very different from Blaine’s, but he could still see a faint resemblance; in conclusion, Sebastian was immediately attracted to you.

“I’ve heard that before, and I’ve made my fair share of people change their mind.”

Blaine shook his head. “It’s not gonna work on Eli, I promise.”

“That sounds like a challenge, Anderson.” Sebastian said, and Blaine did not like the glint in Sebastian’s eyes.

“Sebastian,” Blaine started to warn him, but Sebastian waved his warning away and walked over to where you were talking eagerly with the other Warblers. He perched himself on a chair, and Blaine watched your gaze twitch over to Sebastian for a brief moment, before turning back to your conversation with Jeff.

Blaine grinned again. You could handle yourself against Sebastian’s charm, he was sure. With a wave to you and the other Warblers, Blaine disappeared through a door and made his way to his dad’s car, where Kurt was waiting.

“How’d it go?” Kurt asked, leaning across the seat and brushing a kiss across Blaine’s lips.

“Pretty good,” Blaine responded, a quiet light shining in his eyes as he looked at Kurt. “But I think Sebastian has a crush on __y/n__.”

Kurt looked at him for a moment in complete silence. “You’re not serious?”

“Wish I was.”

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Kurt said, right before bursting into loud, bright laughter that echoed off the walls off the car. “100% gay Sebastian has a crush on your 100% gay sister. That is too good to be true.”

Blaine grinned at Kurt. “I know. How he managed to choose the one person at Dalton that is literally not interested in him at all is beyond me.”


“Sebastian, for the last time, I am not interested in you.” You muttered, sighing as you shoved your history book in your messenger bag.

“Hey, I didn’t even say anything.” He said and held his hands up in defense. “I was just going to tell you that I have a lacrosse game that you might be interested in watching.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s it?”

Sebastian nodded. “That’s it. I promise.”

You offered him a fraction of a smile, because you still weren’t sure how you felt about him. “Okay. When is it?”

“Right after school. I’ll meet you outside of the commons so I can take you to the field?”

“Sure, that’d be great, actually. Still having trouble finding my way around this place.” You murmured, only a little sheepishly. You had been at Dalton for a little over two weeks, and so far, it was awesome. The work was harder than at your previous school, but you didn’t struggle with it too much, the food was incredible, and everyone was nice to you. There were some people that were a little too nice (like Sebastian) because they wanted to get in your pants, but you continued shutting them down and so far, it had mostly worked. It had worked on everyone but Sebastian, at least. Say what you want about the cocky, green-eyed boy, but he was extremely persistent.

Sebastian looked over your shoulder and frowned. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you later.” He smirked at you before slinging his own messenger bag over his shoulder and practically sauntering out of the room. God, that boy was so easy to despise (so why couldn’t you?).

“Hey, Eli.” Trent, another Warbler said as he walked up to you, and you smiled at him.

“Trent! Good to see you, buddy.” You clapped him on the shoulder before gesturing for him to follow you to lunch. You looked at him, and noticed that he looked nervous about something. You stopped walking. “Everything okay?”

“Well, um, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Sebastian only invited you to the lacrosse game so he could…serenade you.” Trent murmured quietly, and you rolled your eyes.

“What does he not understand about me not being interested?” You said, letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for telling me, Trent. I can handle this.” You fell silent as you walked with him through the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and loading it up with food while you tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

There had to be some way you could beat Sebastian at his own game, you just needed to find it.


When Sebastian met you outside the commons, you had to physically force a smile onto your face so you didn’t strangle him. That boy was infuriating, and knowing what he had planned didn’t actually help your ever increasing dislike for him.

“Hey, ya know, I have a ton of homework, do you mind if I skip lacrosse practice? I’ll go to the next one, promise.” You tried, because you knew that this was not going to turn out well. You were impossibly surprised to see hurt flash across Sebastian’s face for a moment before his usual smirk flickered back in place.

“If you really want to, I won’t stop you. But scout’s honor that it won’t take long.”

“You were a boy scout?” You asked in disbelief, and Sebastian grinned.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Sebastian questioned back, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Because you’re,” You gestured vaguely with your hands. “You, and you just don’t seem like the boy scout type.”

“I don’t seem like the type to do lots of things.” Sebastian countered, and you didn’t have a response to that because you didn’t quite understand what he meant. “Anyways,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “You coming or not?”

“Yeah, homework can wait.” You responded, and you could’ve sworn that a real smile flickered across his face for half a second before he was turning away from you and gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Ah, there was the douche that you missed so much.


“This…isn’t lacrosse practice, is it?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer thanks to Trent. All the Warblers were gathered on the lacrosse field, and you figured it was good at least that they were the only people there.

Sebastian simply shook his head and led you over to a bench, helping you sit down. He then took his place at the head of the Warblers, and music started pouring out of a speaker (you had no idea how many strings he had pulled to arrange that).

Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just follow your scent
You can’t just follow my smile,
"Sebastian took lead vocal while the other Warblers began to sing backup, and even though you knew from previous Warbler videos that Sebastian could sing, you hadn’t expected him to pick a Fall Out Boy song (you also hadn’t expected him to sing it so well).

Your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
They cutting me to the bone
Nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon,
“He continued, and even though you hated his smirky meerkat face, there was something oddly hot about being serenaded by Fall Out Boy (no girl you had been with had ever done that and-no, bad thoughts, you were not attracted to Sebastian. God damn it, you liked girls!).

You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian as he continued to sing, because he really did not seem like the serenading type. You know what, two people could play at this game.

I didn’t come for a fight but I will fight till the end
This might be your battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle-
“That was where you cut him off.

Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
In the hills and highlands,
“ All of the Warblers looked confused, as far as they knew, you couldn’t sing at all, that was why you hadn’t tried out for the Warblers, and even Sebastian faltered for a moment. Then there was mischievous glint in his eye, and as some Warblers joined your side, some of them stayed with Sebastian, and it was basically a riff-off between you and Sebastian.

By the time you were done, almost twenty minutes later (god, your voice was going to sore as hell tomorrow; you didn’t usually use your 'male’ singing voice because it was hard to keep it level, but damn it Sebastian had tempted you into doing it), you were all laughing hysterically (even Sebastian, and you realized with a start that you quite liked him when he was laughing), because only at Dalton Academy (and maybe at William McKinley High School) would something like this happen.

"Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?” Jeff asked after the laughing had calmed down, and you shrugged.

“I can’t, not really.” They all looked at you incredulously.

“No, you actually can.” Sebastian interjected (why did that mean so much coming from him?), and after sharing a look with the other Warblers, Sebastian’s trademark smirk crawled onto his face. “I think you should join the Warblers.”

“What? No.”

“I second that.” Nick contributed, and Sebastian’s smirk widened.

“If there are no objections,”

“Me! I object!” You said, a little desperately because there was absolutely no way you could deepen your voice for every Warbler meeting and there was no way they’d believe you were a boy if you used your actual singing voice.

“Then the motion carries.” Sebastian continued, ignoring you. “And Eli is officially a member of the Warblers.”

The other Warblers cheered and patted you on the back before one by one they trailed off the field, until it was just you and Sebastian. This day couldn’t get any worse. Not only had Sebastian just fucking serenaded you (and you had actually loved it), now you were going to have to join the Warblers, and everyone would find out you were a girl and you would definitely get kicked out of your dream school.

“Are you okay?” You were surprised to find that Sebastian sounded worried.

Good, You thought bitterly. This is all your fault.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, running a hand through your short hair distractedly. “I just have some homework to do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You started to leave, your mind running through any possible way you could get out of this situation, when Sebastian’s fingers curled gently around your wrist and pulled you back around, bringing you close enough to him that your chest brushed his. You blinked up at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he pressed a finger to your lips.

“I know I might be really out of line with this, I’ve never really been in line when it comes to attractive people, though,” He said the last part mostly to himself before continuing. “But can I kiss you?”

You didn’t say anything, you were frozen and just too shocked to move, but you blinked rapidly as Sebastian’s face got closer to yours.

“If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” Sebastian murmured, and as his lips got nearer to yours, close enough for them to brush, you finally found your voice.

“Stop, stop.” You whispered, pulling away from Sebastian as quickly as you could. “I’m sorry; you’re a great guy, sometimes, I just,” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “I’m really confused and I need to work through some things. I’ll see you around.”

You disappeared without saying else, and when you reached your dorm, you kind of wanted to curl up and cry. Your life had never, ever been this confusing before you met Sebastian. You liked girls, and only girls. Sure, you knew when a guy was attractive, but you didn’t want to actually have sex with them. And now…you didn’t know what you wanted. Sebastian was kind of an asshole, sure, but there were times when he could be nice. Like ten minutes ago, he had found out that Fall Out Boy was your favorite band and chosen one of their songs, and he had asked for permission before trying to kiss you.

The worst part was, you had wanted him to. You wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a gu- actually, no, scratch that. You just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Sebastian. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, let him kiss you when you were really a girl, and he was gay. He liked boys. You liked girls. It should be simple.

But honestly? You had never been more confused in your life.


You had finished your homework, barely, and then you had tried to go to bed. You didn’t have a roommate, which was nice, but only because, at the moment, there was an uneven number of boys at the school and your parents had requested one. As soon as someone transferred, you’d get a roommate, and your secret would definitely come out. Instead of sleeping, you had tossed and turned until two in the morning, at which point you stomped out of bed, grabbed a towel, a pair of underwear, your binder, and a long shirt, and made your way to one of the bathrooms.

Dalton Academy was quite large, so it had several rooms that were full of just showers and sinks. Every dorm room had a bathroom, but it only had a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Every time you wanted to shower, you had to go to one of the community showers. Which was nervewracking; if someone came in just as you were getting out of the shower, they’d see that you had boobs and then everyone would know that you were a girl.

And, of fucking course, that was (almost) exactly what happened.


You shampooed your hair, trying to sort out your thoughts when you heard the door to the showers swing open. Usually, you were the only person that showered at two thirty in the morning, but apparently someone else had the same idea.

You heard clothes falling into a pile on the ground and paused in your washing. It’s not like they could see through the shower door (the glass was frosted, so all they could see would be a very faint outline of your body), but your arms crossed across your breasts regardless. After a moment of feeling foolish and waiting for the other person to get in their own shower, you uncrossed your arms and continued washing your body.

You were done after a few more minutes, but now you had to wait until the other person was gone to get out of the shower. You waited with the water running for ten more minutes, but the other person was still showering.

You huffed to yourself and turned off the shower, but you didn’t get out yet. Instead, you stood patiently in the shower for another ten minutes before you heard the other person’s shower turn off and then the sound of wet feet slapping on the tiled floor.

“Are you going to get out, ever?” You were surprised to hear Sebastian’s voice from the other side of the glass, and your eyes widened.

“Uh, no. I’m not too comfortable with my body.” You responded, making sure to lower your voice.

You could practically hear Sebastian rolling his eyes as he spoke again. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, Eli.” Sebastian chuckled, a little bitterly. “I’ve seen enough of them to know.” When you stayed silent, Sebastian spoke again. “Listen, if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He sounded a little bit shy (something you had never expected from him) when he spoke again. “I do still want to be your friend though.”

“It’s not that simple.” You murmured, twisting your hands together nervously. You couldn’t get out of the shower until he was gone; if you did, he would know that you were a girl and he would tell the school board and you would be kicked out of Dalton Academy (and he would probably hate you).

“Friends are allowed to see each other naked,” He pointed out. “If it makes you feel better, I have a towel and underwear on, and I’ll turn my back when you step out.”

You sighed. He wasn’t going to give up. It was probably better to just tell him before he opened the door himself and saw your chest. “I need to tell you something first.” You took his silence as agreement. “I’m, uh, not exactly who you think I am.”

“Please tell me you’re Eli Hawaii, because I saw that coming from a mile away.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to understand what he meant. “Did Sebastian Smythe just make a Hannah Montana reference?”

Sebastian chuckled, and the sound made your heart stutter. “I did.” You laughed, and you could hear the frown on his face when he spoke again. “In my defense, I do have a younger sister who used to make me watch it with her all the time.” He was silent for half a second. “And Mitchell Musso was hot.”

“Really? Mitchell Musso’s your type?”

He snorted. “Please, Mitchell Musso is everyone’s type.”

“I cannot believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” You said, shaking your head. Sebastian Smythe watched Hannah Montana, and now he was trying to defend himself for it, even though you really didn’t care. He could watch whatever he wanted, heck, you had watched it when you were younger too. Honestly, you just found the whole thing rather adorable.

“I can’t either. Are you going to come out?”

“Already have.” You said, because that was the first thing that popped into your mind.

“I thought you weren’t into guys? Excluding me, of course.” You could hear the thick layer of confusion in his voice.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not.” You said and slowly opened the door to the shower. You cautiously stepped out, keeping your arms crossed across your breasts as you snagged your __f/c__ towel and wrapped it around your body. You turned to look at Sebastian only after your body was covered, and you were surprised to see that he was just smirking at you.

“So, you’re a girl?” Sebastian asked, and you nodded. “I suppose this is the part where I have some dramatic reveal about myself and my sexuality, but really, I still like guys.” That made your heart ache for reasons you couldn’t fathom. “But I still feel the desire to kiss you, so I guess you’re an exception to that.”

You blinked at him, once, twice, then three times. “Pardon?”

“I still want to kiss you. I’m not repulsed by you, if that’s what you were expecting. You’re still Eli, and believe it or not, I didn’t just like him for his looks.”

“You liked Eli?” Your brain was having a really hard time keeping up with that Sebastian was saying.

“Since when have you been deaf?” Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes at you. “Yes. I liked Eli, and I like you.” He glanced around the shower room before gesturing to the door. “Seeing as how you’re trying to keep this a secret, we should go before someone else comes in for a midnight wash. Come on.” You barely had time to scoop your clothes into your arms before Sebastian was grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. He kept you behind him as much as possible as he led you to his room, but you paused outside the doorway.

“Isn’t your roommate in there?” You hissed, and Sebastian shook his head as he opened the door.

“He’s at his boyfriend’s dorm tonight, we’re fine.” Sebastian responded, and you trusted him enough to follow him inside. Sebastian took a seat on his bed, and gestured for you to do the same, but you shook your head and remained standing.

“Are you going to tell the school board about me?” You asked after a moment of silence.

He shook his head. “Of course not. Before we have this conversation you might want to put some clothes on. Not promising I can stop myself from doing something stupid if you stay like that.” As Sebastian said the last word, he gestured at your towel, which had been slipping down your chest and barely even covered your ass.

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” You had been so worried that you had forgotten about your state of undress, and you hastily turned around, pulled your underwear on, and dropped your towel. You started to tug on your binder, but Sebastian’s voice stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I already know that you have breasts.” He looked thoughtful. “As a gay man, I have to say that they’re actually quite nice.”

You hid your faint blush as you continued to put on the binder. “It’s not for you, it’s in case anyone bursts into your room.” You said, shrugging as you pulled on your shirt before turning back around to face him. “So, back to the issue at hand-”

“Is that all you’re wearing?” Sebastian interrupted, and you looked down at yourself with a frown.

“Yeah, why? Something wrong?” Everything was covered, and your legs weren’t really masculine or feminine, they were just there so you didn’t have to worry about someone seeing your legs and going “Oh, Eli’s definitely a girl!”.

“You’re still too undressed.”

“I never thought I’d hear the day those words came out of Sebastian Smythe’s mouth.” You said, teasingly, and grinned when it got a small smile from Sebastian.

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want but if someone comes in, their first reaction to you wearing just a shirt is going to be assuming that we had sex.”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that everyone already thinks that. You’re pretty hard to resist.” You pointed out, before running a hand through your hair. “Fuck you, Smythe.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “What did I do?”

You groaned. “I’m gay! I’ve known I was gay since I was five, but now I want to see what being with a guy is like and I’m so confused about everything, but you’re so different from everyone I’ve ever met and just…fuck you.” You let out in one breath and blinked in surprise when Sebastian’s arms were suddenly resting on your shoulders.

“Hey, this is confusing for me too. I’ve always been more homo-flexible than homosexual, but this, whatever’s between us, is new to me. You’re a person that I don’t just want to sleep with. I mean, yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you and sing with you and hold hands with you and-” A frown curled the corners of his mouth down as he thought of something. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s __y/n__.” You spoke quietly, your eyes searching his green ones as you tried to figure out if he was telling the truth.

The softest smile you had ever seen spread across his face, and you knew without a doubt that he was telling the truth. “I like it. It fits you better than Eli.”

You smiled. “I’d hope so.” You flicked your gaze away from him for a moment, eying the clock on his wall. You still had plenty of time before Sebastian’s roommate was supposed to come back. “Can I kiss you and we can worry about if you’re going to get me expelled later?”

Sebastian didn’t even use words to respond, he just brought a hand up to cup your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. It was a lot gentler than you thought possible for Sebastian, but you relished in it, letting your eyes slip shut as you wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back.

The kiss would’ve gone on for longer had the door to Sebastian’s room not burst open.

You instantly pulled away from him, stepping behind him to hide yourself from whoever was entering the room.

“Hey, sorry.” Sebastian’s roommate, a brown haired boy who you thought was named Dan, said apologetically. “Just need to grab something, I’ll be out in a second.” He rummaged in his nightstand drawer before pulling out something wrapped in a sock (you had no desire to know what exactly it was), before ducking out of the room again with a sheepish smile.

“Well,” You started, hopping onto Sebastian’s bed and tucking your legs underneath you. “That was fun.”

Sebastian smiled lazily at you before crawling onto the bed beside you. He twisted an arm around you and pulled you into his arms, brushing a feather light kiss to the back of your neck.

“Never pegged you for the cuddling type.” You murmured, but you were smiling and there was no venom in the words.

He shrugged and kissed your neck again. “People change.”


People do indeed change.

That was something every single Warbler, and other Dalton students, noticed over the next couple of months. Sebastian was nicer. Well, as nice as Sebastian could get.

He would still snark at everyone, but everyone knew that he only did it in fun. He was nicer, and his singing and dancing were better than ever.

You managed to convince him to kick you out of the Warblers, something he had been reluctant to do because “__y/n__, your voice is amazing and I’m not letting you stop using it”, so you had promised him that on weekends you would go out with him and sing karaoke (if you were away from Dalton, you could use your normal voice).

Unfortunately, being with Sebastian did have some problems.

You were slipping. When you were around Sebastian, you often used your regular voice, and when you were around him and the other Warblers, there were times when you would slip into it without meaning to. Every time that you did, Sebastian would raise his eyebrows at you and kiss you to get you to stop talking, but you knew that the Warblers were starting to get suspicious.

And then it happened.


You were waiting in the practice room for Sebastian with the other Warblers when you felt your period start. You’d had periods before at Dalton, but they always started when you were in your dorm or Sebastian’s, so it was easy to grab a pad.

You felt a dull, deep ache in your lower stomach, wrapping your arms around your midsection to try and ease the pain. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t work.

“You okay, Eli?” Jeff asked, resting a palm on your shoulder as he looked at you with worried eyes.

You gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache.” You assured, but you knew by the look on his face that he didn’t believe you.

The blonde haired boy opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Sebastian swept into the room, and everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly. He certainly knew how to command a room.

“You guys ready to start?” Sebastian asked, before his eyes landed on you. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled and stood up, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Wanted to say hi to you before Warblers practice started.” You said, shrugging.

His arms wound around your waist as he smiled back at you. “Hi.”

You chuckled, brushing a kiss to his jaw before pulling out of the embrace. “I should let you get started, but I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“Of course.” He responded easily, and you offered him and the other Warblers one more smile before grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.

Jeff turned troubled eyes to Sebastian. “Is he okay?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

“He had a stomach ache, I just wasn’t sure if he was sick or something.” Jeff said, and the Warblers all noticed the concerned look that sparked in his eyes.

“Do you guys mind if I go check on him?” Sebastian asked instead of responding, and the second they shook their heads, Sebastian had already moved towards the door.


“What are you doing here?” You questioned in confusion as a pair of firm arms wrapped themselves around your stomach. “I thought you had Warbler practice.”

“I do, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. That time of the month, huh?”

You groaned as you nodded. “Yeah. Periods suck. Be thankful you’re a boy, Smythe.”

Sebastian’s arms disappeared from around your waist, and you turned to look at him, already missing the feel of his arms on you. Your eyes brightened as you saw the chocolate bar he was pulling out from his pocket.

“Oh my god, I think I love you.” You said without thinking, grinning at him as he handed you the brown, plastic package.

You both froze. You gripped the chocolate bar tightly as you waited for him to say something, and when he still remained silent, you cautiously brought your gaze to his. 

Sebastian was smiling, and there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “You’re the first person that’s ever said that to me.”

“What? Really? But you’re-” You gestured vaguely at him with your hands. “You, and you’re incredible and thoughtful and a lot sweeter than I thought possible since when I met you, I thought you were a sarcastic asshole but-” Sebastian cut you off with a kiss, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you gently.

“I think I love you too.” He murmured against your lips, stroking a thumb gently across your cheekbone.

You heard someone gasp, and both your and Sebastian’s eyes snapped to the doorway of your room. Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, and all the other Warblers were gathered there, looking at you and Sebastian with wide eyes.

Jeff smacked Trent on the shoulder. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry!” He said apologetically. “But this is precious.”

Sebastian stepped in front of you, keeping you behind him as he eyed them warily. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to confirm that Eli is a girl.” Nick said, shrugging.

Sebastian’s eyebrows knitted together. “Confirm?”

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.” Thad pointed out. “Eli slipped into her actual voice occasionally, and you called her __y/n__ without meaning to several times.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You piped up, peering out from behind Sebastian. “I’ve wanted to go to Dalton since I was five, I couldn’t handle going back to regular school.”

They all looked at you incredulously. “Why would we do that? You’re our friend.” Trent said, rising to his feet and smiling at you. “We don’t want you to leave either.” The other Warblers nodded in agreement, and you felt the sudden urge to cry. They were all so sweet.

You gave them a wobbly smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple as you looked at the Warblers, a silly group of guys you had idolized for years and who were now your best friends, with glistening __e/c__ eyes. “You guys are the best. Seriously. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us.” Nick said at the same time Jeff said “We should be thanking you for making Sebastian nice.”, and you snorted while Sebastian pretended to glare at the blonde-haired Warbler.

“I’m gonna take that as my cue to go.” Jeff said sheepishly, waving before disappearing from the doorway.

“We should go too.” Thad said, offering you a smile. “Oh, and Sebastian, we can handle practice on our own today.”

The Warblers filed out of the doorway one by one until Trent shut your door with a soft click, and you turned to look at Sebastian. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck before hovering your lips over his.

“You have awesome friends.” You whispered.

“I know.” Sebastian said, nodding as a smirk spread across his face. "And I have an awesome girlfriend.“ Sebastian chuckled against your lips. "Never thought I’d say that.”

“Never thought I’d have the best boyfriend in the world either, but you know.” You shrugged, grinning. “Life is weird.” You pressed your lips to his fully, your fingers tangling in his short hair as he kissed you back easily, a hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body as close to his as possible.

Dalton Academy was even better than you could have ever hoped. You had gained a bunch of new friends, an amazing boyfriend, and you got to go to your dream school.

Sebastian blinked in confusion as you suddenly burst into laughter, raising an eyebrow at you as you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

“I can’t wait to see Kurt’s face when I tell him that I’m dating Sebastian Smythe.”

Sebastian grinned. “Please let me be there when you tell him.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You winced as a fresh wave of cramps washed over you, dragging Sebastian over to your bed and pulling him down on it with you. “Cuddle me while we picture the horror on Kurt’s face?” You offered, and Sebastian’s arms were instantly tucking your body closer to his.


End.  <3

Black girls still have to grow up with pervasive and paradoxical messages that say that our Black is not beautiful, but our features can be bought and sold to enhance the beauty of other women.

When Black girls swag and the black girl’s aesthetic are only dope without the Black girl but sky rocket in value and get put on a pedestal when it’s put on other bodies, our girls internalize that to mean that they are less beautiful.

—  Beverly Bond