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The One With The Black Lingerie

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: After Jace leaves, you’re a total mess and while Alec does want to ask you out, he feels it’s too soon. He and Izzy come up with the genius plan of setting you up with a mediocre guy just to give you a little push until Alec’s ready to swoop in but you know Alec - all jealous and brooding - there’s no way he can watch you with another guy from the sidelines.

A/N: hey followers! i would love to know what other tv show/character imagines you’d like to see on here since both shadowhunters and teen wolf are on hiatus! so, drop me an ask with ‘tv show/character’ (not a request/prompt!) and i’ll write one for the most requested or liked! 

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“Oh god, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?!” Alec groans as he climbs into your bed.

“Go away,” you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head. Alec pulls them back down, “You’re going to have to get out of bed sooner or later. It’s been almost 3 months.”

“It’s not like I haven’t left my bed in that time,” you mumble.

Alec rolls his eyes, “Leaving your bed to take a shower and stock up on snacks doesn’t count.”

You huff, turning over to face Alec, “Your point being?”

“Jace is gone y/n…”

“I know that.”

Alec’s fingers delicately play with your hair, his eyes filled with sympathy, “You need to move on.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, sitting up and pulling you hair into a ponytail. Since that night that Jace had disappeared with Valentine, you felt like you had been losing your mind. It had been exactly 11 weeks and 4 days. Whilst you had spent the first month searching frantically for him, each day felt like he was getting further and further away. It got harder and harder to leave the institute knowing you would come back empty handed – knowing you wouldn’t be able to find him. You and Jace had grown up together and even back when you were crawling around on all fours, you had always stuck together. You went from best friends to what you thought was soulmates but he had still chosen to leave you.

“I’ll get dressed, let’s go kill some demons on something,” you laugh lightly, climbing out of bed and Alec catches you by your wrist, “No, like move on – move on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since Valentine got the cup, a bunch of Shadowhunters have come here from Idris. Izzy kind of picked one out for you…”

“Alec, I’m not-“

“-Ready. I know, but how long are you going to stay hung up over Jace? First you drunk yourself into oblivion, then you turned into like a sloth-“


“Well, it’s true!”

You suck in a deep breath, staring down at your pyjamas that you didn’t care to admit how long you’d been wearing, “Fine.”


“One date and then you get off my back. Same goes for everyone else.”

“I’ll let Izzy know,” Alec smiles. Alec was the only thing that had kept you from going insane over the months. He spent days and nights by your side, making sure you were okay and despite wanting you to be up and about, he made sure all your favourite chocolates were always stocked. On nights he wasn’t at the institute, by your side, you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing – the same way you had felt after Jace had left you.

“You have yourself a deal,” Alec grins, holding a hand out. You reluctantly shake it and Alec looks you up and down, “Make sure you hop in the shower before you come downstairs and meet him.”

“No shit,” you grumble, shoving past him and into the bathroom. As you shed you clothes and climb in, you hear a knock on the door, “I restocked all the soaps and shampoo’s and stuff.”

“Thanks,” you mumble under your breath, looking around the bathroom to find everything had been restocked and there were even fresh flowers at the sink, “What a sly piece of shit,” you laugh to yourself knowing you would now owe Alec for taking so much care of you.

You take time to do your makeup and look good before you go downstairs and you had to admit, looking so attractive after spending months in sweats and barely washing your hair, it really boosted your self-esteem.

“You must be y/n,” a voice says behind you and you turn to find a gorgeous blonde haired boy grinning at you, “I’m Isaac,” he grins, holding a hand out. You shake it, your eyes studying him and very obviously so, since he towered over you.

“So I guess Izzy told you that I wanted to take you out, huh?”

“How did you even know about me I mean I’ve barely left my room,” you laugh nervously.

“I saw you sneaking out to get the fried chicken you ordered at like 3am. I was walking to your room to ask you for some and I saw you watching Star Wars-“ he pauses, not wanting to comment on the fact that you had also been crying, “Girl after my own heart.

You blush in embarrassment. You remembered that night clearly. You had been craving fried chicken so much that you had asked Simon to come drop some off for you. When you were sneaking back through the institute you looked terrible and in the hopes of avoiding bumping into anyone, you had taken to the staircase. Unable to see through your tears or regain balance with all the food in your hands, you tumbled down the stairs halfway up to your room and as ridiculous as it was, your only thought was ‘thank god the bag was tied up and my food Is safe.’

“You’re wondering if I saw you fall down the stairs…”

“Did you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I was going to see if you were okay but you just bounced right back up.”

“That’s me,” you swing an arm, trying to look enthusiastic.

“Well, I’m about to spar with Alec but what do you say we go out tonight around eight?”

You nod. You weren’t entirely sure about dating someone you barely knew but you were sure about one thing: you had to get over Jace. He wasn’t coming back.

“Oh, and Isaac,” you call out and he jogs back over to you, “Go for Alec’s ankle. He twisted it this morning,” you whisper, winking at Alec as Isaac steps onto the mat. The fight lasted about 40 seconds with Isaac kicking at Alec’s shin and then his ankle, sending him straight to the floor. Alec growls at you as he hobbles off that mat, “You totally sold me out!”

You shrug innocently and Alec scowls, nudging your shoulder as he storms past you.

“Oh come on, don’t be so petty,” you giggle catching up to him.

“Two minutes with the new guy and you’re already changing sides?” he pouts, ruffling your hair, “So what? Did you like him?”

“I mean, he’s pretty and he’s nice,” you shrug and Alec stares at you, “He’s not a doll, y/n.”

“Well, he is tonight,” you smirk, elbowing Alec playfully and his eyes widen, “You can’t be serious.”


“You aren’t going to sleep with him on the first date!”

“You’re the one who said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!”

“I DID NOT SAY THAT!” he almost shrieks and your eyes widen.

“Okay,” you laugh, “Calm down,” you suck in a sharp breath, “Well, someone said it. And they’re right.”

“Well, I think that’s stupid,” he grumbles.

You furrow your brows together, “You’re the one who told me to go on this date!”

“Yeah, to move on a little – you know, realize there are more fish in the sea. Have a nice date, maybe have a drink.”

“And I’m going to do all of that… just a tad more,” you wink, unsure of why Alec was mad at all. The entire thing had been his suggestion.

Alec stays silent, “You know what? Do whatever you want.”

You throw your hands up as he walks off, his long legs carrying him much faster than you could catch up with.

“Which one?” you ask Isabelle, holding up lingerie and she frowns, “That’s a tough choice,” her lips curl into a thoughtful frown, “Red says ‘slow and romantic’ and black say mhmmhmmhm,” she mumbles, wiggling her brows and you nod, “I think I need black.”

“Black what?” Alec’s voice interrupts you in the doorway and you stare at him wide-eyed as he spots the lingerie in your hands before his eyes travel to your dress.

“Whoa, you look so beautiful,” he whispers and you look down at your dress, “Beautiful? I was going for more hot-“

Well that too,” he mumbles, stepping closer to you. His eyes travel between your dress and the lingerie, “But you know what’s really hot? Ankle length, turtle neck dresses.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Well since you’re already here and have already seen, black or red?” you jiggle the hangers around and Alec sighs, “Black.”

“Good to see you’re over your hissy fit,” you smile and Isabelle raises a brow. You sit down beside her to explain, “So Alec tells me to go on a date and then gets pissed when he finds out that on this date I’m going to sleep with the guy after.”

Isabelle’s eyes widen and Alec shakes his head. Isabelle knew about Alec’s feelings for you whether he cared to admit them or not. As many a times that Isabelle had tried to convince him of them, he had just continued to deny it.

“What?” you ask, looking between the two of them.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Isn’t it a little too soon after Jace? You don’t want to jump into things,” Isabelle blurts out.

Before you can answer, Isaac appears in the doorway, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“You look so pretty,” he pecks you on the cheek, slipping his hands into his pocket nervously, “Are we ready to go?”

“Where are you taking her?” Alec interjects, stepping between the two of you. You look to Isabelle in disbelief but she simply shrugs.


“Sounds awesome. I was in the mood for shots,” you grin.

“Me too, how about you Izzy?” Alec asks, pulling his jacket on.

“Me too!”

You stare at the two of them, Isaac looking even more uncomfortable than you.

“Okay, then I guess we’d better leave… all three of us,” he mutters under his breath.

By the time it hits 1am, you’re storming out of the club, Alec chasing after you, “I’m so glad you finally decided to leave, that Isaac guy is such a bore!”

You glare at him, gritting your teeth, “Well you would know!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that any time me and him get close to talking you’re right in the middle! I mean, do you not like him or something?! You and Izzy are the ones who picked him!”

“Well, maybe I changed my mind!”

“About what?!”

“I don’t know!” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “I don’t like the way he runs his hands all over you and whispers in your ear! I don’t like that you’re ready to climb into bed with him even though you don’t know him!”

You inhale deeply, “I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m okay Alec. You don’t have to get all big brotherly on me,” you laugh, Punching his arm playfully and he stiffens.

“That’s not what I-“

“Say no more! I promise, I won’t sleep with him. We’ll just talk tonight,” you smile and Alec shakes his head, “I don’t mean-“

“Come in when you’re ready!” you call out over your shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.

Your eyes search for Isaac and just when you’re about to give up, your pulled backwards by your arm into one of the VIP rooms.

“Not bad,” you laugh, looking around as your eyes land on Isaac, “How did you clear out the whole room?”

He shrugs, placing his hands on your waist, “I feel like we haven’t spoken a word to each other all night…”

“Well, maybe we should catch up,” you whisper.

“Okay – well, so far, how have you-“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He pressed you up against the wall, his hands moving from your waist into your hair.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells and you feel the heat of his body tear away from you.

It takes moment for your eyes to focus on what they’re seeing but surely enough, it was Alec beating the crap out of him.

“ALEC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yell, pulling him off. Alec tries to lunge at him again and you shove him back by the chest, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“YOU!” he yells.

Before you can answer you hear Isaac groaning behind you and you turn to find him grimacing, still on the floor.

“Izzy,” you sigh in relief as she walks in, clearly confused by the situation, “Can you take Isaac back to the infirmary at the institute?”

Isabelle nods, hauling Isaac up and pulling his arm over her shoulder, “What about you?”

“I’ll be there soon,” you state, stilling glaring at Alec.

Once they both disappear you rub you temples, “What is wrong with you today?”

Alec stays silence, his breathing still heavy. His eyes wouldn’t leave yours.

“Alec!” you snap your fingers in front of him face and he catches you by the wrist, “Don’t,” he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You’re pissed at me?” you laugh sarcastically, “What did I do wrong? You’re the one that dragged me out of bed to make me go on a date with some guy I didn’t know or care about and then you ruin that date – and not only do you ruin it, you actually beat up the super nice guy who was taking me out!”

“I wanted you to move on a little – I was just trying to give you a little push in the right direction!”

“And I took it!”

“THE RIGHT DIRECTION TOWARDS ME!” he yells before slumping, “I wanted you to come to me…”

For a moment you stay silent and between then and the moment you speak, a million thoughts occur to you. You think of Alec, your friend, the one who had got things going between you and Jace. The one who you complained about everything to. The one who always had and will always have your back. The guy who had seen you naked at least 10 times and whose only comment was ‘do you even own clothes?’
But then you think of Alec, the guy you always cried to. The guy who would literally kill someone for you. Die for you. And you would do the same. You think of how he had taken care of you, not only after what happened with Jace but with everything. Always. And then you think, ‘Why didn’t I pick Alec?’

“Then why did you set me up with Isaac?”

“Because you’re Jace’s girlfriend! Or at least you were!” he sighs in defeat, “And you’re my best friend…”

You stay silent and he steps closer to you, pulling your hands into his, “I was scared if I asked you, you would say no or that you wouldn’t be ready. I thought that if you went out with this guy, you’d get over Jace and then I could tell you – But it’s too hard watching you be with someone else when I’ve already been doing that all these years!”

“Tell me what?”

“That I love you…”

“Alec,” you stare at him, but he avoids eye contact, his gaze fixated on the floor.

“I always have. But the feelings subsided when I saw how great you were with Jace. I wanted you to be happy but then he left and at first I was just doing what I had always done – taking care of you and being your friend, but after a while I realized that if I saw Jace I’d probably kill him after seeing what he did to you. Because I love you and seeing you hurt, it hurts me. And seeing you happy, it makes me-“

“Happy,” you mumble, finishing for him, “Alec…”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me there isn’t one beat in your heart that’s for me,” he asks sincerely, tilting your chin with his index finger so your eyes meet his.

You weren’t the most articulate person in the world. And in this situation, you really had no idea what to say. All you knew was that our heart was beating so fast, you weren’t sure of anything other than the fact that you wanted to kiss him. And so you did. Your hands tangled in his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Wait,” he whispers against your lips, slowly pulling away from you, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you love me.”

You smirk, “You know, if you keep teasing me, you might be the one seeing my black lingerie tonight.”

Alec steps away from you, half amused and half serious, “As tempting as that is, we’re not doing anything until you tell me how you feel.”

“Alec, seriously? It’s not prom night. And you’re not my date. We don’t have to do the whole ‘Say you love me and then I’ll put out’ thing’!”

“Well, I’m gonna,” he scoffs playfully.

You knew you did. From the minute you felt his lips against yours. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was too soon and maybe it was going to ruin your friendship. But you did.

“Fine,” you smirk, poking a finger into his chest, “I…” you trail your finger down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, “Love…” you fingers dance across it and you stand on your tiptoes, your lips grazing his ear, “You.”

“I love you,” you repeat, pulling away from him, “Of course I love you.”

“And you’re not just saying that to get me into bed?” he teases.

“No, of course not,” you grin, “Don’t expect a call in the morning though.”

“We should get going,” Alec looks at the time, pulling you alongside him.

“But we didn’t finish what we were doing…” you pout and he laughs before his expression softens, “Maybe we should take things slow.”


“You know – you let me take you on a date and we start off right so this all goes well.”

“Well, what happens if we go fast?”

“I don’t want to. If I had asked you out all those years ago, I would’ve taken you on millions of dates and kissed you millions of times and I want to do all that. And considering Jace will kill me when he finds out, I want to do it properly.”

“Well Jace isn’t here anymore,” you sigh, the sinking feeling in your stomach returning.

“Yeah, but I am,” Alec smiles softly, “And I love you. And I want to be with you.”

“It should’ve always been you,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his, “And if that’s what you really want, we can do that,” you pause, “But… I’m not going to have to wait for our millionth date for us to-“

“Oh, nooo,” Alec chuckles, “I’m a patient, controlled guy but not that patient.”

anonymous asked:

do you have any team little britain headcanons? :)

  • They pride themselves on having some of the most ridiculous looking weaponry in Los Santos; Jeremy finding Gavin increasingly elaborate golden guns and Gavin gifting Jeremy with items customised in his signature eyesore combination of purple and orange. 
  • When Jeremy first dyes his hair he is expecting the relentless teasing he gets from most of the crew, but Gavin loves it. He does constantly badger Jeremy to change it to different colours despite Jeremy’s insistence to keep it green, once promising to do it himself when Jeremy sleeps, though threatening to hold Gavin down and shave off his precious hair quickly puts an end to that. 
  • Gavin knows people. Knows just how to set them off, to distract or annoy or amuse them, can play most anyone like his own personal puppets, the FAHC included.  While Gavin is generally heavy on the compliments when he’s getting what he wants, always pleased to receive the various odd gifts bestowed upon him by his crew-mates, he spurs their efforts as often as he coos at them; scoffing at one of Michael’s more lacklustre explosions, turning his nose up in disgust when Ryan drops a bloody head at his feet, mocks Geoff’s less impressive attempts at bribery. It’s all in fun, all part of the game, open manipulation so clear everyone can see it, yet they still play along; it let’s Michael talk smack and show off, let’s Ryan sink into something playfully dark, elegant words drenched in blood, sends Geoff off looking for more elaborate apology presents, rising as always to a challenge. Jeremy though, Jeremy always does his best the first time around, always pushing himself more than anyone else could push him, and trying to please Gavin is no exception. In return he only gets the praise, gets Gavin’s blinding smiles and stolen trinkets, gets the gushing compliments without working through any of the venom.
  • Jeremy’s obsession with nudging Gavin off high places  in games translates to his FAHC self relentlessly pulling out that ‘saved-your-life’ shit kids love; suddenly pushing Gavin when he’s close to some edge only to grab his shirt and jerk him back to safety. It’s a misery, never failing to leave Gavin screeching in fear and send Jeremy into helpless peals of laughter. There’s no real risk, Jeremy always careful to be sure Gavin’s not actually as close to the edge as it feels like when he’s falling, and Jeremy is more than strong enough to hold his weight if something went wrong, but Gavin still wails about callous attempts on his life. 
  • When Gavin started bringing Jeremy along on jobs he introduced him to every contact with a different, increasingly ridiculous name. It started an odd sort of stale-mate, Jeremy trying to stay stoic and threatening, the contact’s eyes bulging as they decide whether they can question the absurdity or not, and Gavin remaining utterly calm like there’s nothing remotely unusual about the name Squodge Heimer. 
  • When Geoff staggers out one morning to find Jeremy straining to carry an overfilled dufflebag out of the armoury and towards the front door, Gavin bouncing along in front of him, holding a giant rainbow piñata and a sloshing jerrycan, talking a mile a minute about terminal velocity, he turns off his phone and goes back to bed. The next time he emerges it sounds like every siren in Los Santos is blaring, there’s a burnt out plane sitting in the street, a whole city block is liberally coated in glitter and the air smells strangely like peppermint. 

anonymous asked:

How does Matsu react when he sees his heavily pregnant girlfriend/wife trying to do something?

Osomatsu: stops her, and gets over protective. He used to be really lazy, but at the promise of a new member of the family he will do everything to make sure that number increases, and he doesn’t lose her or everyone.

Karamatsu: lovingly does it, while nagging at her to sit down and relax.

Choromatsu: gives a speech on how she needs to relax, or she’ll experience worse cramp pains from over work.

Ichimatsu: Hes over protective, just for the sake of her. The nervousness he has makes him want her to stay still.

Jyushimatsu: He’s too fast! sweeping her off her feet and setting her on the chair. Doing every thing he can to keep her relaxed and do what she thinks is urgent.

Todomatsu: He lets her do what she wants IN REASON. Reaching things that are too high up, lifting heavy things, and what ever the doctor says is a no go; Isn’t having it.

anonymous asked:

andriel + ikea headcanons!!

oh boy oh boy oh boy i haven’t been to ikea in forever

  • so they go for what, kitchen utensils? maybe a new couch for their living room but that doesn’t happen because they get lost
  • well, andrew knows what he’s doing, neil just gets really distracted by all the nice furniture
  • like he just wanders off the nicely labeled path which everyone should know is dangerous and he just sits on every couch
  • and spins on every office chair and walks through every closet set up
  • he may even take a quick nap on a comfy mattress while andrew does what they’re supposed to be there for which is buying a goddamn couch
  • anyway, they end up spending a whole day in ikea because neil is extremely distracted by everything ((like a kid at one of those cool indoor playground things)) and andrew just lets him wait it out
  • until they get to the factory part right before check out and neil wants to walk up and down every aisle
  • only then does andrew grab neil by his neck and direct him to the checkout because he is done

For real though, I want to be excited about this, I really, really want to be excited about this. Like, I’ve been waiting for this moment for ten years!!

But the only name attached to this so far is Alex Kurtzman. And while I’m hoping that he’ll do what he does with TV shows - set them up and then sail off into the sunset to go work on another five or whatever (see: Hawaii Five 0, Sleepy Hollow, etc) - that still means that one of the gross, sexist, just plain not very good writers of Into Darkness is going to be creating the premise and characters and setting up this new series.

Like, I knew it was a pipe dream that the next Star Trek series would have gender parity in its main cast, or that we’d get gender diverse characters, or sexualities other than straight, (racial diversity at least has a precedent, though whether we’ll get a POC as the Captain or First Officer - or both, like we should - remains to be seen), but now it’s gone from hypothetical future to ACTUALLY HAPPENING and I’m just filled with a sense of dread??

Even with someone good in charge I’d still be concerned that we’d get another series with the focus on a trio of straight white male characters, but now …

I’m going to reserve judgement, of course I am, and I’m going to secretly hope that it turns out to be absolutely fucking AMAZING and the series we deserve. Because this is Star Trek, so we all know we’ll be watching it no matter what.

But like, is there anything we can do to encourage whoever ends up running this show to give us the most diverse (in EVERY sense of the word) cast of characters the Trek universe has ever seen, preferably without sexualising them too?

levi already made his choice

the story might slap him with “SORRY THAT OPTION IS INVALID” in the future but he’s made his personal decision clear, and defended it through opposition.

armin is in super dire straits and eren begs him to hurry up!!! give the serum!! bertolt is right there, a shifter available for eating

it’s the perfect set-up for an injection. erwin is nowhere to be seen– dead for all he knows– but look at him. he’s silent, slow to respond, drawn in dark shadows, obviously unwilling, [edit: now that better scans are out, we see he’s in literal agony about having to do this lmao RIP] & when he FINALLY says “…fine” it’s with the face of a dead man. he DOES NOT WANT TO, but what else is there to do?

then erwin turns up on rescuer recruit’s back and levi is immediately transfixed. he doesn’t just pause in the act of handing the box over but quickly retracts his arm, presses it to his chest while staring very emotionally. at erwin. frozen again but so differently, god i need to breathe

eren goes “earth to captain???” and levi spares him one glance before helping erwin get settled. he checks for erwin’s breath even though the recruit already told everyone he was alive, just injured. he stands, visibly more composed now. he doesn’t even turn back to armin before announcing clearly, strongly, in bold

“the serum will be used on erwin.”

the contrast between that and his prior reluctant “ok” cannot be more stark

of course eren and mikasa are very upset at this! eren gets up in his face but levi replies, again in bold text, he’s going to choose for humanity. after saying at least twice before that erwin, specifically, is needed for humanity. whether his judgement in this is flawed/biased/clouded by feelings, it’s still his judgement

it clearly pains him to say this to the kids but there’s absolutely no indication that he changes his mind. not even the last look he gives mikasa: it’s the sad furrowed brow of a person who knows just how devastating this is for her, not someone coming to a sudden new revelation. their agony affects, but doesn’t sway him

levi chooses erwin, plain and simple. he always has.

Cultural Appropriation Isn't Okay, Neither is Attacking Kids
Andy Cohen is messy. We know this. That said, he got too messy labeling 16-year-old actress Amandla Stenberg "Jackhole of the Day" on Sunday night's episode of Watch What Happens Live. What's worse, Laverne Cox and Andre Leon Talley, two Black folk, sat there and let that slide.

Exactly. His excuse was that he didn’t understand what Amandla meant in a larger context. Was her explanation that intellectual that a man, of 47, could not understand what a 16 year old was saying about a topic of discussion that white people don’t want to acknowledge. The ONLY reason why he apologized is because people would boycott the network. Next time someone does not understand what a brilliantly eloquent young person of color is advocating for then they should keep their crusty lips shut!.

Also Black people who say nothing and just stand by while a grown man attacks a 16 year old, YOU ARE NOT EXCUSED. Instead of giggling and co-signing you should have been defending her and setting him straight.

This is not the first time Amandla has been criticized by the public and the media. When people found out that she was cast as Rue in the first installment of “The Hunger Games”. People were stating that she could not play the character because she is black, not knowing that the character in the book is indeed black. 

However everyone was thrilled when they found out Jennifer Lawrence was cast as Katniss Everdeen stating that the character in the book was white. Again not knowing that she was indeed NOT.  Suzanne Collins gave us a description of Katniss’ features that were dark hair, olive skin, and gray eyes. Olive skin is a term to define people of color. However she left it open to the imagination to interpret any race the reader wanted to. NOWHERE IN THAT BOOK DID IT SAY SHE WAS WHITE!!!!!!

For the simpletons, no one is saying that you can’t wear braids, listen to rap music basically copy black culture but if you do have the common courtesy to advocate for the peoples lives whose culture you are appropriating.

Lastly stop belittling black culture by saying “Black culture doesn’t just belong to black people” or “You don’t own black culture”


If you have a problem advocating for black lives and issues within the black community yet you want to dress, talk and act like black people you are nothing more than perpetrator in black-face and a big part of the problem.