#Bantu Knot Out

[thirtyskeletons]

i unfortunately have a disease and it’s called Can’t Stop Drawing Duck Team.

(inspo for callie’s tulip bantu knots from here!)

[saturngalore]

connect with style 🌐🌟

[lvmimis]

i wanna braid or twist his hair braiding is so intimate i wanna have him sit in between my thighs and grease his scalp

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 13.1

Okayyy sorry I keep everybody hanging for a month only to post 300 words. This time I do have an excuse, which is that I am trying to rely less on google and I have been trying to transfer all my google docs over to Ellipsus. Unfortunately there's some weird formatting error so I have to re-edit a lot of stuff. Anyway, on with the writing.

content warnings: whumper pov (with no actual whump), captivity, refusal of medical treatment

masterlist | chapter 13 | chapter 10.1

Someone brought Ryan food after about an hour. Oatmeal and a chai, a meal that he’d had brought to his room hundreds of times when he had lived in this castle as a prince. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was a sign that he still had friends working in the kitchen. He would have to look closer at the tray, he decided as he accepted it from a servant’s waiting hands and brought it to his bed. Except that she did not leave once he’d taken it. Just… kept staring at him, her gaze focused on the gash on his arm.

She didn’t look familiar. Bantu knots and glasses with big golden frames. He wasn’t sure he’d recognize every servant who’d ever worked for him, but he’d recognize the important ones. At the least, this girl wasn’t close to the royal family. She didn’t look like she was even old enough to have been working at the castle before the overthrow. Twenty or twenty one, if Ryan had to guess.

“What are you staring at?” he snapped.

“Your arm, Mr. Rao,” she answered, glancing at the floor. “Once you’re done eating, if you'll let me. And then your vitals.”

“I don't want anyone touching it.” He wasn't supposed to be vulnerable, not ever, and sitting in a cell wasn't exactly a situation that screamed power and dignity. He wouldn't let her add insult to injury, in a metaphorical sense or a literal one.

“Are you… sure?”

“Get out of my room.”

She nodded and left, her eyes glued to the floor. Ryan had no real power here, but he didn’t need to if people still treated him like he did. There was a fine line between respect and fear, and it didn’t matter which one people had in regard to him as long as it allowed him to get what he wanted. He may not have had power, but if people were scared, he had control. And that was all he needed.

As for the breakfast, he couldn’t find anything of significance. No secret messages anywhere, no symbols of solidarity. If he could contact his brother, he’d have a better picture of what was going on, but that could happen later. If there was anything an overthrown prince was good at, it was biding his time. So Ryan picked a wall to stare at while he waited.

~

taglist: @toyybox @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @risk606 @fuckclimatechange @jay--o

@rainydaywhump @cepheusgalaxy @fourwingedwriter

[trashmouthjr]

wip of my oc :P

[sugarchains]

ok pray for me bc i have a fuckload of stuff to do tonight, including cooking, washing dishes and lesson planning

i have to go into the 7th grade documents and add line numbers so the kids can practice going back into the text

and then edit the documents to have the vocab words underneath the text instead of IN the text

i have to edit the 6th grade power point to make sure they are practicing going back to text too, so im gonna have them first number the paragraphs, and THEN have them practice topic sentences and bringing in evidence. they have to also say like according to paragraph x, and put their details

i have to sew the last side of this bodice and cut the extra boning on the end. if im really efficient i should pin the bottom of the bodice and try on

i have to wash dishes, but i should cook this steak FIRST so i can wash all the dishes. and then pack lunch

i have to pay like 2 bills??? and put money away

and i need to film content so badly. and stretch, oh my GOD ok i have 4 hours bc im finna go to bed by 1 am ok WHEW

[1eos]

idk why whenever i hang out w my crush i feel compelled to send u an anon ask about it. but i was doing my hair this week and i was STILL doing it by the time he came over to hang out and then he ended up braiding the last section and he did a good job 😭 i kind of feel like thats 20th base

oughhhhhhhhhhh that's so cute. and you're right braids are 20th base, doing a fresh retwist is 30th base, helping cut a bob is 35th base and putting on the wig so you can style it is a grand slam 😌

[fenderguitar]

I can't wait to stop working food service so I can finally wear my hair down.

[toastydoll]

Reblogging again bc it’s still blowing my mind how whitewashed the final dolls were

we could've had it all

[khadijah551]

BANTU KNOTS UPDATED

Please do not reupload as your own

Do not put behind a paywall!!

Feel free to do whatever you want with it for personal use only

Have fun with it!!

Male 

Found in Hair

Includes Sim Download

BANTU KNOTS

24 Swatches (Maxis Match)

Here is the SKIN I used for the sim(the file was too big to put in the sim zip file)

I've updated the LODs! (this will allow the hair to be shown when zoomed out)

Just take out the old bantu knots download and replace it with this new download!

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[sugarverse]

Heyy beautiful (with rizz) I was wondering if you could do a jjk boys one where the user gets box braids and looks damn fine and obviously itadori just thinks her hair grew really fucking fast and is confused perhaps?

𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨!

[ jjk headcanons ]

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki, & okkotsu

★ i. yuji

Yuji often calls you Rapunzel when your braids are in the middle of your back or lower. He loves when you get it freshly done and the sunlight catches it just right with the product making it look shiny. He also asks if you could heal him with all that hair, often wanting to touch it or twirl it around just because

He also loves watching you do it, whether it's your natural hair or not. Whenever he knows you’re about to do it, he’ll sit to the side and ask you about everything you pick up. “What’s that stuff do? Is that what makes it look so soft?” He tilts his head like a lost puppy when he asks, but you make sure to be patient with him. 

Deeper into the relationship, when your hair isn’t in braids or down he always seems to notice the change. He’s always genuinely curious about different styles, having seen you put your hair into puffs and so on. “Those look amazing y/n!! … What are they?” He gets so close, inspecting you like a damn detective. You’ll tell him it’s twists or when it’s cornrows with different designs rather than box braids, you explain the difference, and he sits with listening ears on and the biggest grin on his face.

Speaking of different styles, he loves seeing you try different things. He always encourages you to get whatever you want, from bantu knots to a silk press. He’s by your side the entire time, saying dorky things like “Your hair basically has its own personality, ya know, It’s like medusa. But in a cool way!” He tries to help you when you’re doing it yourself, but often gets too confused and just lends you an ear so you aren’t bored as you’re doing it.

He also likes binging different movies when you have time to focus on it as you’re doing your hair. He doesn’t want to play games because then his attention will be centered around that. He’ll put on something like “Human Earthworm 5”, pop some popcorn, bring in some drinks and feed you as you watch. More often than not, he’ll pick up some chinese food or a pizza before coming over to make a whole night out of it.

He also finds it irresistible when you flip your hair back to brush it, put hairspray in it, or even to put it up in a high ponytail. Sometimes he’ll mimic you, fake combing his long hair and swishing it around as if to show you the ‘inches’ to his pink hair. He always has a scrunchie on his wrist since hairties get caught up in your curls. If you guys are out eating and you have nothing to put your hair up with, he’s got your back.

✩ f. megumi

Similar to yuji, When he first notches the significant change in your length/color in your hair, he looks authentically perplexed. “Did.. Did you change your hair? Like all of it?” His voice didn’t sound judgmental in the slightest, but it was full of legitimate confusion. He then went to ask how you grew it so fast… but when you laughed in his face he just gave you that 😐 look. You explain how coarse your hair is and how braids can work, and that you didn’t suddenly grow 5 inches in the week he hasn't seen you.

He’s also confused at the number of bottles and jars you need to maintain it. When he came over to study, he saw the sheer amount of hair products on your desk and almost felt overwhelmed by everything. “Do you.. Use all this?” He asks almost to himself, thinking it was nosey to be looking over all your stuff. Contrary to belief, you had no problem with it. 

You explained the groups of products and what they all did. Why you need gel and curling cream etc. He nods along, scratching the back of his neck at the end and feeling underwhelmed about everything he used, but it’s not like his hair needed much upkeep.

When you get a silk press for the first time in front of him and it fucking rains days after??? You were PISSED (as one should be) You didn’t have a hoodie that wouldn’t make it frizzy so when he asked to hang out and you told him you couldn’t go out there while it was storming, he thought you were pulling his leg. He came over with an umbrella, although that didn’t stop the sideways rain from soaking one side of his body. You opened the door, sighing softly as he tilted his head to ask what was up. “Honey, I really can’t come outside.”

“Why not? I brought an umbrella..” He stepped inside, shaking off his umbrella as his smile widened. “You look really beautiful by the way..” You smiled, shutting the door behind him so the wind and rain didn't track in.

“My hair, If it gets wet it’ll go back to being curly!” You flatten it with your hands, making a home alone sort of expression. He squinted for a moment, looking back through the window at the storm. “So.. Do you want to hang out here? I’ll go change so I don’t get you wet?”

★ i. toge

The language barrier was hard, but that didn’t stop a relationship from forming. He texted you whenever he had something he really wanted to say, but you figured out what the few foods he said meant and that was enough for the two of you. You often give him yes or no questions so it’s easier to communicate. For example, If you asked “Do you like my hair?” you’d get a quick nod with “Salmon Flakes.” ..Which you picked up on meaning yes or something positive anyway.

If his phone is charging or you two are out, he’ll point to your hair and pull down his scarf to smile wide at you. His eyes say it all, a soft look of appreciation when you talk and a nod or head shake. Sometimes he’ll motion to your pocket where your phone is kept and type on your notes app just to tell you how heavenly you look. He didn’t really go overboard, a simple “Your hair looks really pretty” or “I like the blonde you put in your braid :)” was always enough to earn him a kiss on the cheek. 

Another thing about Toge is he’s a great listener… not that he has much of a choice but whenever you are doing your hair, he’ll listen to you rant about your day, the things that are bugging you, or even the things you like. He knows you can’t check your phone much because there's product on your fingers but he does take everything you say into consideration. In return, sometimes he writes you big paragraphs of things he likes in return so you don’t feel like you know nothing about him.

Because he uses his phone so often to communicate, he’ll send you hairstyle inspiration he thinks you’ll look good in. Obviously you look good in anything but he wants to show you anything he finds. When you actually get what he sends you, He gets flustered and all red. Especially when it’s a surprise. 

“You really like it?” You ask, doing a 360 so he could see the intricate designs in your scalp. He nods almost in a dreamy way, grinning wildly at you. It’s partly pride, partly embarrassed. “Salmon,”

When out shopping and he sees something you’ll like, he’ll hide the purchase until you both return back to his or your apartment. He always ends up acting super shy when he hands you the gift, a few letter charms in this situation, watching you beam with excitement with the extra letters for your name. 

He always paid attention to detail when you both walked around. Anything you stared at for more than 5 seconds you probably liked and didnt get yourself, so he got it for you.

✩ o. yuuta ( made with help from @clickwitch ! )

Swaps regular pillow cases out for satin, going out of his way to get your favorite color rather than to match your shared bedspread. He didn’t want the whole bed covered in silk, it was an uncomfortable texture to sleep and sweat on. However, it shouldn’t be too bad to rest your head on! Especially when you get your hair done. 

He adores your hair. He fumbles a little at first but eventually gets really good at certain styles. Would rather you let him do your silk press at home than go to the salon kinda good.

If you ask him, he'll say he loves doing it. It's a good way to bond when you're both sitting down to braid, it's like your intimate time to talk about whatever you need to. But it also just gives him an excuse to love on you. It's styling just as much as it's Yuuta getting to play with your hair and make you laugh. And being so close to your face he gets to sneak little kisses here and there, so personally he counts it as a win-win.

He loves your natural hair the most, your curls are similar to an angel's halo any time you choose to wear it that way. His second favorite is any style that lets you both match a little more. He'll even wear matching accessories if you've gotten a silk press and parted your hair like his. He gets to see his hard work and it makes you happy.

Plus wash day is no longer a chore with him. It only took one time seeing how exhausted you were afterwards for him to turn it into a spa day instead. At first it was just him spoiling you, a hot oil treatment for your hair, snacks while your leave in conditioner was on, your favorite movies playing.

a/n: Here's their dating moodboards :D sorry it took so long, college has been very stressful and I keep getting FUCKING SICK!! hopefully get to my literal ONE other ask soon

But he'll happily let you drag him into it. Painting his nails, washing his hair, cuddling up on the sofa while you're both in face masks and shower caps. He'd never felt quite so loved as the first time you ran your fingers through his wet hair, gently scratching his scalp as you hummed the tune to the beginning of the movie. 

[razzafrazzle]

IT'S VENUS'S DAY!!!!!! IT'S HER DAY!!!!!!!!!!

[image description: a bust drawing of an original character named venus, a fat dark-skinned girl with freckles, pink-tinted glasses, and brown and blonde-dyed bantu knots with short braids with beads that spell out "love" on them. she is wearing a pink shrug top over a red tank top with lots of heart-shaped accessories. above her is the text "be mine, valentine!" the drawing is done in shades of pink, red, and orange. end id]

[dreamiiee]

black self shippers! imagine your f/o helping you out with your hair care process!! 🤎

do you have locs? they would help you with the retwisting process, letting you lay back as they work at your scalp, oiling down the sections and twisting them back cleanly for you. making sure you don’t experience any discomfort or pain during the process, maybe they can help pick out some beads or loc jewelry for a little something special!! maybe something that reminds them of you!

do you have box braids or chroceted hair? they’ll help you during installation, and taking them out too!!! they’ve practiced really hard to help you cornrow your hair, they know how weak your fingers can get after too long, and they know doing it by yourself is a challenge in itself! anything that can ease your hands for a second they’ll do in a heartbeat! there’s so many braid styles to choose from, oh, maybe you can do some twists!! the two of you can sit back and watch a show or movie you love during the process!

maybe you wear your hair natural! they’ll help you with the entirety of the washing and detangling process!! they’ll use all your favorite products, the ones they remember you smelling so sweetly of when they’re close to you. If you’re more tender headed, they’ll work as gently as they can to get all the knots out so it won’t cause you any pain!!! what style would you do? maybe pigtail braids, a twist out, Bantu knots, maybe a cute hair pin if your afro is short! anything that you’d have in mind they’ll make it happen!! whatever style makes you feel the most lovely!!!!

don’t forget night time care too!! do you have a scarf or head wrap you like, maybe a bonnet or braid cap with a cute pattern? if you happen to accidentally fall asleep and forget to put it on, they’ll go out of their way to look for it and secure it to your head. they won’t forget to press a kiss to your head as they let you sleep. you’ve worked hard to keep your hair the way it is, it’s one of the many features they love about you! and rest assured they’ll do anything they can to make it easy for you, no matter what!! 🧡

[luvjunie]

twirls my hair if you’re taking request uhhh— what about reader with tattoos like a full sleeve and piercings and maybe big hair like a fro, braids something that makes her stand out— basically she’s just real intimidating and popular too fast for her liking she just transferred school and the guys are trying to pounce on her but miles 42 is the one that catches her eye?

— a fresh start

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary: it’s your first day at a new school, and surprisingly, making a friend isn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. wc: 1,853

a/n: changed this up a little i hope you don’t mind! 100% unintentional but when my mind wanders i follow it 😭

Back at Brooklyn High, you were always told by teachers that school wasn’t a venue for your ‘personal fashion show’, but that it was a place for learning. And while you agreed, it wasn’t your fault that you looked the way you did… Well, that’s a lie. But you loved your look, and so did your peers.

While your hair was big and somewhat distracting to others, your dad always told you it reminded him of what your mom’s looked like the first time he met her, so you never bothered to change the way you styled it, no matter how much you dreaded putting it in bantu knots or doing a twist out every three days.

As for your face full of piercings, that was all you. It was something your dad didn’t favor at all, and he definitely didn’t understand how it was ‘a way for you to express and be true to yourself’, but that was the explanation you gave him, and eventually he accepted it. Though begrudgingly— it was still acceptance, so you took what you could get.

The first piercing was your eyebrow, and you’d done it in your bathroom when you were fourteen with a safety pin. One look at yourself in the mirror made you forget all about the throbbing pain radiating from your face, and just a week had passed before you were already thinking of another. You swore to your dad that it’d be the only one, and that you just wanted to try something new; until you wanted to try your belly button, your septum, and both of your nostrils. After that, It’s safe to say that everywhere you went, attention followed.

Expressing yourself through your clothes and accessories was just a part of who you were. And back at Brooklyn High, you were proud of the way you looked.

But you weren’t at Brooklyn High anymore.

The uniforms were drab at Visions academy. Every girl wearing the same two articles of clothing as the other; the same sad story for the boys. And to keep it a buck, if you were comparing visions to your old school, the atmosphere here sure looked a lot like a jail. And if not for the small loopholes you’d managed to locate in the dresscode, it would’ve felt like it, too.

The searing heat of curious eyes followed you the moment you entered the building, and you began to wonder if choosing to stand out on purpose was the best idea after all. It seemed at Visions, that came naturally for someone like you.

For a few reasons other than the ones you could change in five minutes, you didn’t fit in here. Not in the slightest.

With a wavered sigh and your books glued to your chest, you continued on to your first block, tuning out the whispers that were far from hushed.

It took you a little longer than the six minute passing period to discover your History class within the ginormous fluorescent halls, and when you finally stepped foot into the dimly lit room and noticed the Crash Course video playing on the projector, it dawned on you that they were already well into the lesson.

Almost everyone’s head lifted to look at you when you entered. Almost everyone’s head but a kid who was face down, drooling on his desk, and another whose gaze remained welded to a sheet of paper the graphite of his mechanical pencil was scribbling against. The familiarity of crisp parts and blue magic-sheened cornrows stood out to you first, and a small sense of comfort finally washed over you— for a moment.

The video on the projector paused abruptly, and your teacher appeared to be the exact opposite of dazzled at your late arrival. Great.

“Nice of you to join us, miss…?”

“Y/n, sorry…” You cleared your throat and smiled more like grimaced apologetically, the chain clipped to the waistband of your skirt serving as an idle fidget. “Got lost, real big school.”

Mr. Benson, as it read on your printed class schedule, adjusted his glasses when he went to jot something down onto the paper below him. “Alright, y/n. You can sit next to…”

You watched as a few kids straightened up in their seats, attempting to look uninterested enough to play it cool, yet noticeable enough for the teacher to remember they existed and place your seat next to them.

“Morales. Raise your hand.”

The boy in question quietly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pencil clacking against the wood of his desk when he set it down. It looked like his concentration had been broken, and instead of raising his hand, he lifted his head from where it was damn near nose deep in whatever he was doing, and just stared at you.

His slowed blinks gave you enough grounds to take a gander that he was the ‘Morales’ in question.

A stunted breath and a silent nod later, you made your way through the aisle of desks and smoothly slid into the one a pin-filled backpack had just been removed from.

You’d be crazy to not let your curiosity get the best of you, especially now that you were this close to where the brooding energy was coming from. So once your teacher unpaused the video, you stole a peek over at your new desk neighbor, and noticed that his right arm was now strategically placed over the geometric sketches on his paper.

Seeing as it was already mid-year and you were new to the huge school, you figured it’d be in your best interest to try and make at least one friend. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him, until a light tap on your shoulder from behind stole your attention.

“Umm, excuse me?”

You turned around to meet the freckled face of the boy who was sat behind you.

“Hm?”

“Yeah, sorry, but I can’t see over your hair. It’s kinda… in the way.”

It wasn’t necessarily what he said that bothered you, it was how he said it, and the fact that he barely stifled a laugh when he did.

Reclined in his chair with his arms crossed, Miles fought to hide the scowl threatening to twist his lips. The desks in this class were staggered, specifically to avoid the very issue of heads blocking the line of sight, meaning there was no way your hair was actually hindering his view.

“O-oh… Sorry, it does that. Sometimes.” Flustered, you nervously tried to press your hair down a little without ruining its shape, the one that took you a whole hour to achieve just this morning.

Miles assumed you were the girl his classmate was blabbing about just before the bell rung, remembering the brief yet detailed explanation of ‘fresh face, big hair, decked out uniform and kinda cute’. Poking fun at you must have been his pitiful attempt at flirting.

Miles suddenly spoke in your defense, eyes remaining on the screen in a bored daze.

“It’s not her fault you 5’2, James. Drink some milk when you get home, maybe you’ll have a growth spurt.”

You sent an inquisitive glance his way and kept it there. You hadn’t thought about what you expected his voice to sound like, or that the first time you’d hear it would be because of him defending you, but this was definitely a pleasant surprise. His voice was so smooth it put silk to shame, and it was a bit low, too, as if he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Yet it didn’t sound as if he’d quieted his voice on purpose; something that led you to believe he was usually this soft spoken.

“Shut up, Miles.” James grumbled.

“Ain’t my fault you can’t flirt for shit. I’m tryna help you out.”

Some surrounding students close enough to hear the retort had snickered, and a laugh managed to leave your mouth before you could prevent it, resulting in a loud “SHHHH!” from the front of the class.

“That’s funny?” Miles’ hazel eyes floated over to you, swirling with mirth and pinning you in place.

He was joking, but his tone probably didn’t give off that vibe, seeing as you were gawking at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’m messin’ with you,” A small grin played on his face. “I’m Miles.”

“Oh,” an awkward chuckle relaxed your shoulders. “Y/n.” you responded quietly.

“Yeah… I know.” There was a hint of a chuckle beneath his voice. It seemed you’d forgotten that you revealed your identity to everyone just minutes ago.

But you couldn’t help it, you’d never seen a boy quite this pretty before, with lashes long enough to make you jealous and a smile you were certain owed its beauty to genetics, and not an expensive set of middle school braces.

He had six freshly done straightbacks with curved parts, and two clear beads hanging onto each tail that sat a little below his shoulders. It was then that you noticed the medium sized, gimmering stud he sported on his ear, and you deemed it safe to assume his other ear had the same. Cute.

Still feeling the heat of your eyes on his temple long after he’d averted his attention, Miles curiously glanced back at you, then teasingly nodded his head towards the front of the room.

“Pay attention,” he whispered, that same molten look in his eyes. “I don’t share notes.”

—

Class went by in a bit of a haze, to no surprise. It was extremely difficult to pay attention when the fear of your possibly-misshapen fro was on your mind. Today happened to be the one day you’d decided you didn’t need to bring your pick to school, the image of it sitting on your dresser emitting a disappointed sigh from you.

The tinny screech of chairs brought you back to the present, where class had been dismissed and students were shoving papers into their backpacks and shuffling out the doorway, all in a hurry to their next block.

Miles stood up from his seat, appearing to be in no rush.

“I like your hair, by the way.” he observed randomly. “Cool piercings, too.”

The compliment eased your nerves completely. It was genuine, as if he knew you were still thinking about what happened earlier.

“Thank you,” Tucking your notebook away, you looked up to see him sling his backpack over one shoulder. “for defending me earlier, too.”

“S’ no big deal.” he shrugged, but it was, to you.

“Cool braids, by the way.” you parroted through a lighthearted smile.

“Thanks,” Miles’ eyes panned to the floor when he felt himself grin. A habit of his you’d already managed to pick up on in your short knowing of him.

“I’ll catch you later.” He deemed with a two-fingered salute, other hand burrowing into the pocket of his pants.

Rising to your feet, you gave a small wave and watched as he headed out into the crowded hallway with the others; feeling a little less nervous to come to history class tomorrow.

[bluecrocss]

Somethings I'm looking forward to in PJO Season 2 that I don't see people talk about as much

Villain!Luke: Most of TLT/Season 1 is Luke playing as an ally/friend/older brother to our protagonists. We see him in a mostly positive light as the show tries to hide his true intentions until the reveal.

SOM is the first time we get to see Luke in pure villain mode, and I'm so excited. Despite my issues with the movies (Especially the second one), I can always appreciate how much fun Jake Abel was obviously having hamming it up in the second movie. Literally, all he needed was a mustache to twirl lol

Anyway, Charlie did such a good job of making Luke sympathetic and likeable, I'm so excited for when we first see him on the Princess Andromeda in all his Villain glory. I can't wait to see how he plays it.

Clarisse redemption: Look, I will always defend the right of viewers to dislike a bully, no matter how sad their backstory is. However, in my opinion, SOM and TLO is probably where we get the most character development for Clarisse (the show can even add more depth to that if they play it right).

Hints at her abusive relationship with Ares, the first inklings of her friendship with Percy, there's so much more we're going to get out of that character, and I really hope they SHOW (not tell) it right.

Tyson/Annabeth beef: I am going to be on the front-lines as a Leahbeth defender this season. Like with the growing fandom dislike towards Annabeth of late, and the general way audiences treat black female characters whenever they show any negative traits, Annabeth's interactions with Tyson in SOM (and her later interactions with Rachel Dare in BOTL) are not going to be some of her best moments; but also are great character moments for her because those two books more than any are about showing Annabeth's flaws. She's a 13 year old girl with PTSD people!

Tyson's a sweetheart, obvs, but watching 5"2 Leah Jeffries consistently intimidate 6"5 Daniel Diemer is gonna be kind of hilarious. And Tyson's constant attempts to win her over are so endearing (Especially when he does succeed towards the end).

I do hope they make some changes to the backstory of why Annabeth doesn't like Cyclopes though. Because even in the books, I thought that seemed a bit forced in.

Annabeth's Circe island makeover: Yes, Walker as a guinea pig, hilarious. Yes, the siren scene, heartbreaking. The childhood Percabeth shipper in me, can't wait to see what makeover Annabeth gets in the show!

Say what you will, but one of the best parts of Annabeth now being portrayed by a black actress is (in my personal opinion), I think there is no group of women on earth with more variation in hair styling than black women.

As such, there's an infinite number of styles and looks that I could see them giving Leah for this. Braids with gold accessories, Afro puffs, a Grecian take on Bantu knots, etc. etc. I mean, the fan artists have been eating with that already.

What have I missed? What other less talked about moments is everyone excited to see brought to life?

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Saw a post years ago that pointed out that all the black characters they saw that were represented without racist caricatures were done with white hair (with few exceptions)

And they went on to say that there are too many brown/brown/otherwise POC characters like that (especially women) like Kida from Atlantis

And since reading that, every time I see a fire, badass, beautiful POC characters with white hair, all I can think about is that post

Like Kalim Al Asim from TWST or Kida from Atlantis, Storm from X-Men and Mirko from BNHA. Hell, even Asra from Arcana or Ekko from Arcane/League of Legends

And there are countless more that I've seen done in a similar fashion, too

All of these characters are awesome, beautiful, badass representations that are extremely well done!

But they're all done with white hair. It makes me, as a white person, wonder if artists do this simply because the white balances out beautifully against brown skin

Or the more likely answer, where perhaps they do it as a way to make them 'desirable' brown characters. It feels odd and off (even though I love seeing BIPOC with all sorts of cool hair colours, it's the way it's done that makes me feel strange about it bc it happens so often)

Like,,, let them have darker skin AND darker hair.

Hell, let black characters have darker hair, darker skin, AND ETHNIC HAIR. Give them locs, or braids, or actual coils, or textured hair of any kind. Give them bantu knots, twists, etc.

You can draw all these crazy clothes and spiky hairstyles, but not ethnic hair?

Bullshit.

(edit before anyone sees this: would love LOVE comments/reblogs detailing anyone else's thoughts, especially if you're BIPOC!! as a white person, I'd really like to see your opinions on this frequently-used 'stereotype' in media. I would like to know, too, if my feeling uncomfy with the stereotype portrayed is just me not having any BIPOC experience to personally draw off of or if it's something others feel and notice too.)