#i'm sorry if i've offended anyone i apologize in advance

[ronnievfs]

i don't understand it i just like seriously don't fucking understand it

who wrote this fucking episode and why the fuck did they write like this???

i get it, main stream and such, we are never really going to get a RoyJamie or RoyKeeleyJamie no matter how hard we fucking dreamed

but like

what the fuck???

the bar secne???

the way Roy tells Jamie that he's proud of him and then asks Jamie to step aside? It feels like the only reason Roy acknowledges their so called friendship is to make Jamie feel fucking guilty

of trying to make a move on Keeley earlier

and so Jamie might agree to fucking step aside

it's pure manipulative shit Jesus what the fuck it's so wrong in so many fucking ways i don't believe it's something Roy would say

yes, he's mere person, he would get jealous. things are complicated blah blah blah. but this????????

if hes so fucking jealous why would he ask Keeley to help Jamie last episode and had a genuine lovely time all together i thought we're over this shit!

and btw i never really bought the whole Jamie is so in love with Keeley thing cause

please. did they really interact that much on screen? and all of a sudden Jamie says oh i still love you in 210 and i'm just supposed to believe it? it's called bad writing. shit writing. sorry if im being too fucking rude im just too fucking angry.

and basically the whole season is a disappointment. there are quite a lot of lovely moments, yes, especially with Roy and Jamie

but this last episode really makes me wonder what the actual fuck is going on this whole season. am i actually fucking delusional all this time?

well well well. i refuse to think that Roy would say such horrible words towards Jamie and in my mind he's yes sometimes angry but also extremely kind and protective of his loved ones and him and Jamie are happily kissing in their lovely homes

so

fuck you Jason Sudeikis

[cringe--is--dead]

formally asking for part two of misguided hearts, please!! it was an amazing read!! I'm so excited to see what will happen next :) your writing is absolutely phenomenal ❤️

A/N: We are gonna pretend it hasn't been for forever since I've not only posted on here, but done anything with DBZ. Anyways! Here we are!

The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind (Part Two)

Misguided Hearts (Part One)

"I still think you should let Gohan and I spar."

Trunks was on the same topic, pouting, though he'd argue he wasn't, as you fussed over your hair and your makeup, finally settling on an outfit with your mom's help. You sighed, turning to where he was seated on your bed.

"And I told you-- no fighting my friends."

"He made you upset though," He was looking at you as if you were the one who made no sense in this situation.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly at him, "Gohan didn't upset me."

Though he didn't believe you, "I could stop being friends with Goten?"

You moved to sit across from him, watching as he held one of your pillows to his chest, glaring at your comforter.

"Trunks I appreciate you being ready to fight on behalf of me, but you don't need to. And you especially don't need to drop your best friend for me." You ruffled his hair, and laughed at the offended noise he made, trying to bat you away.

"Whatever. If you come home crying I'm gonna tell dad."

You narrowed your eyes at him, all affection leaving, "You wouldn't."

You hadn't even told your dad you were going on a double date. The man would more than likely have a conniption. The first time a guy showed interest in you he declared no mortal good enough for his daughter and declared anyone after your heart and your hand needed to beat him in a match. You had been thirteen. It was embarrassing. Yet part of you had reveled in his protectiveness of you.

"I would."

You heard your mom shouting your name downstairs, and the jitters that had mellowed out hit you full force. You stood, motioning for Trunks to do the same.

"No hanging out in my room when I'm not here, brat."

He stuck his tongue out at you, "I don't wanna be in your dumb room anyways."

He dodged the smack you sent towards his arm and left you alone. Taking a deep breath, you forced a light expression on your face. Delaying the inevitable wouldn't do you any good.

"You at least look lovely honey," Your mom comforted you, and you smiled at her.

"Thanks, mom."

You made your way to the door, grabbing a thin jacket in case it got nippy, and opened the door, unprepared to see Gohan, Videl, and Erasa at your front door.

You blinked for a moment, staring at the three of them-- Erasa was your date for the double date?

Interesting.

"Sorry," Gohan rushed to apologize, "Erasa insisted we all went together."

The blonde beamed at you from where she stood, and though you were dreading this interaction, you could never dread hanging out with Erasa, and her happiness was always contagious.

"It's alright," You smiled back, shutting the door behind you, "Let's just hurry before dad finishes with his morning training."

Gohan shuddered at that, and the four of you moved to head off. Erasa was practically bouncing as she walked, far more excited than she had been earlier this week. Videl was with her, moving every so often to keep her from drifting into the street or getting distracted by something near by. You couldn't help but smile at the pair, Videl was always so soft with her friends.

"So," Sucks that it meant Gohan had to be stuck walking with you instead of his date, but hey, you'd soak up the time, "My mom says hi. And that you need to come over for dinner soon."

"Well, I'll never pass up an opportunity for Chi-Chi's cooking," He smiled at that, a bright look on his face as you continued, "We still have that project due soon so I could come over some time this week?"

"Yeah! That'd be great. Sorry in advance for how mom will be." He paused, "And dad, come to think of it."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "I've known your parents since I was a kid, Gohan. I know how they'll be."

"Yeah, but this will be different. Well not really, for us I suppose. But for them. Mainly mom." He sighed, as if already exhausted by the dinner that hadn't even happened yet, "And dad's just excited that that gives him more excuses to hang out with Vegeta."

"That it-- what?"

He laughed as if your confusion was not only expected but entertaining to him, "I know. I told him that just because we're seeing each other it doesn't mean he gets to go over and bug your dad every day. Not to mention I think it'll just be another reason for Vegeta to not like him. Or me."

Your mind was reeling, and you felt yourself slowing down your walk, trying to process and make sense of what he was talking about. Gohan seemed almost too lost in his mind to notice at first.

"I wonder if there's some Saiyan tradition he's going to make me partake in. Or-- hey, what's up?"

He turned, and you realized you had gone from slowing down to not walking entirely.

"Gohan-- what are you talking about?"

It was his turn to look confused. "Well I mean, dad doesn't know a whole lot about Saiyan traditions so he never really did anything special with mom. I figured Vegeta would probably remember more so if there was one he'd force me to do it. It probably has something to do with sparring, knowing him."

"Why would-- why would you need to know about Saiyan traditions regarding-- what does my dad have to do with this?"

By now both Videl and Erasa had turned to look at you two, confused as to why their trip was pausing. Gohan looked from you, to the pair of them. The cafe was within sight, so he told the pair to go ahead, and you two would catch up in a moment.

Head tilted, he looked at you curiously, "Because if I'm taking you out then he's either going to have my head or make me partake in some... Saiyan courting ritual I know nothing about." He grinned slightly, joking as he said, "I'd like to get a head start on it so I don't lose against him."

"Why would you need to fight my dad in a Saiyan courting ritual to date Videl?"

You were met with silence as Gohan stared at you, mouth parted slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Before you could respond he stepped closer to you, "I'm-- I'm not interested in Videl? I asked you on this date?"

"No you didn't!"

"I did!" The pair of you seemed to be growing almost frustrated with each other.

"When?"

"When we were working on the project in your room-- I told you about the double date and you said you wanted to come!"

"Yeah, you said you and Videl wanted me to come on a double date. Meaning you and Videl were one couple, and I was--"

"Oh my God," He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes under his glasses before pausing, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on him, "I messed this up."

He stepped forward, gently taking one of your hands into his, and you found yourself unsure of what to do or say.

"I... was asking you out. I wanted to come here with you. Videl had managed to get herself to ask Erasa out, but was too nervous for a one-on-one first date. So the agreement was I had to man up and ask you out."

"You... didn't do that well."

He laughed quietly, "I'm realizing this now." He paused, "Does this mean that... your answers changes now that you--"

"No!" Your voice was louder than you intended it to be, "No, no I... God, Gohan I was practically heart broken that I thought you were into Videl. I love her, don't get me wrong but I've had the biggest crush on you since we were kids."

His grin grew, becoming soft and almost dopey looking, "That's funny. I've had a crush on you since we were kids, too."

You could have face palmed then and there, could have cried or screamed with the amount of emotions you were feeling. Apparently, despite taking after your genius of a mother, you were an idiot.

"Oh," You blinked, "That's why Trunks was mad at you."

"What?"

"I was..." Moping. "Upset cause I thought you liked Videl. He heard me complaining to mom and wanted to fight you."

"Oh," He looked contemplative, "That... checks out. I'm just glad he hadn't told your dad yet."

You giggled, "He said if I came home crying he would."

"Well," He took your hand in his more securely, tugging you gently towards the entrance of the cafe, "I suppose I just have to make this an excellent first date."

[lucysarah-c]

To anyone reading this

I don't know what truly happened because the situation is extremely weird. To explain it a bit, the whole thing started with my Levi x Oc art that probably if you're reading this, you follow me and therefore had seen that art. It was label as mature and I don't truly understand why, despite that, it was flagged. But then over 10 reports of my content added in... from posts that weren't EVEN mine. They were from moots of me, from memes with the word "D*ck" on it or Levi art with him LAYING on the GROUND WITH CLOTHES WHICH had NOTHING of explicit on it. All of them from moots of mine. Because, as you may know, I don't do many "Explicit content" and I bet who ever was doing this didn't have much to report. The weird thing, all this posts, except from my art (the only one that was truly mine), were from other blogs. I'm not mad at my moots AT ALL, I don't want this to look like that. But it's obvious that who ever decided to report all those blogs had no intentions to truly report the original art but MY account. I don't know what to say, I've been talking to other people who got their blogs flagged and some NEVER gor their accounts back and others took months for them to get them. I don't know who could have done this and less I understand why. I had always tried to make my blog a safe space for those who came. I always wanted to make sure that each person who decided to interact with me or my content to get a interaction that made them feel I had all the time of the world to be with them and share with them in that moment.

I'm so sad. I was only a few followers away from 2k and I was already planning the event. I know all of you had been waiting for me to bring back my "Levi takes over my blog and answers your questions," specially now that I was mastering my sketchy art style. I was working on the pfp, cover and color pallette to make it look Levi was the owner of the blog, etc. I was even making time and advancing work to have time for the event and now.... I don't even know if I'll get my account back. I wanted to make time for it to make it longer so all who didn't have the chance to ask the previous time would have it now. I had always kept in mind that I don't know what someone else is going through and maybe getting a reply from me or me filling up their headcanons would make their day a bit brighter for a second. So, despite all this or whatever, if the person who decided to report my account and etc. was at some degree angry or offended by me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I ever make you feel bad, wronged or sad to the point of doing this. I had never like ever meant to create such emotions on anyone, on purpose or not. So from my part, I apologize. The only left for me to do is wait and see what will happen.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.47 So anxious

We stumbled into the house, still in each other's arms, still trying to eat each other's face. The hunger inside overwhelmed me, and I had to have her. Expeditiously. I didn't care to look around and see what her house looked like. The only thing I wanted to see was her naked body. We shed our coats, and I finally got to see what she had on. It was a tastefully sexy outfit that hugged her in all the right places, and I appreciated it oh so much. She tried to pull away from me, but I pulled her back. I waited a long time for this, and I wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"Luca, wait," she said. "Let's go upstairs."

Right. A bed would be more comfortable. I followed her upstairs, practically running behind her, eager to get this party started. She didn't have much furniture, and the walls were a nauseating shade of pink. Curtains would have been nice, especially given what we were about to do. But did I let that deter me? Absolutely not. If anyone watched us...well...I hope they enjoyed the show.

She sat on the bed, slowly leaning back, smiling and beckoning for me to come closer. I didn't need to be asked twice. She pulled me on top of her as I crawled onto the bed. Our kisses were even hungrier than before, and I knew the moment would happen soon. I wanted to do it so badly, but my thoughts began to hem me up again. What if I'm not good at it? Should I tell her this is my first time? Dad said to be honest, but did she really need to know? Whether or not telling her was a good idea, me being anxious about it was not, so I pulled away.

"Wait," I said. "Ummm... I gotta tell you something."

I saw a flash of panic run across her face. Great. Now I've alarmed my date.

"Don't tell me you have a WTD," she said in a threatening tone.

"What? No. I definitely do not have that."

"Oh, thank Watcher. Well, what is it then?"

"Uhhhhh..."

Why was it so hard? It was nothing to be ashamed of, but somehow I felt like I was about to ruin our night.

"I, ummm, I feel like you should know...I've never done this before."

If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man.

"Please tell me you're kidding," she said.

"I'm not."

She fell backward and growled like a teenager having a fit. It felt like the perfect time to say "I'm sorry," but what exactly would I be apologizing for? Being responsible enough to not drag her and others into my mess? Being respectful and not collecting women like Void Critter cards? It took a lot for me to get to that moment. She should feel special I chose to do this with her.

"Do you at least have-"

"Yes," I said. "I have protection."

Thank you, Dad, for that timely gift because it definitely saved the night. She got over whatever offended her, and we spun out of our clothes. Her body was every bit as perfect as I imagined, dangerously curvy, and way too pleasing for my eyes. I wasn't sure how much more teasing I could take before I exploded.

My breaths increased the closer she got to me. I thought she was going to tease me with more passionate kissing, but she pushed me with enough force to make me fall backward onto the bed.

"I'm on top."

What was that supposed to mean? Did she just like being on top, or should I be offended? My thoughts began to spiral again. First she laughed at my advance on the ride, and now she's mad about me being a virgin. Did that disqualify me from making sure we had a good time? My mind could have gone on and on down that rabbit hole, but she lowered herself onto me and short-circuited my brain with the first thrust.

[theantarwitch]

Quick Question! Under your close practices tab you have Florida water listed. I've been wanting to use Florida water for some time (As a way to "bless" things, use it as an offering for deities, ancestors, etc, and as a protection water, to lock things like doors, windows, and mirrors.) but I wanted to research it a little bit before I bought it (just in case) From what I've seen, Florida water isn't a closed practice by itself, but their are traditions in magical practices like hoodoo, that are closed. I have 2 main reasons for thinking this is:

A. Spiritual creators (I know, not the most reliable source but still) have said many times that Florida water is not a closed practice. The 2 people I cite for this would be "That Honey Witch" and "The Glamour Witch LA", who both are POC. (Glamour stitches one of Honey's TikToks. I don't have TikTok but if you google search "is Florida water a closed practice?" the link is the second thing to pop up. There is also a reddit discussion on this topic, and while the poster/OP was really nice, the comments are filled with appropriation is BS etc etc so big yikes)

And my second reason being B. Florida water is a relatively common item sold at places like Walgreens, it's a cologne that, to my knowledge, was made by white man in 1808 (And was popular in the Victorian Era). It was advertised as a unisex perfume/cologne. I understand that the spiritual uses were popularized by mainly hoodoo practitioners, but from the research I've done, nothing says you have to be part of a specific culture to use it in your practice. (And was interestingly made in New York and not Florida, and got it's name from the supposed location of the fountain of youth.)

Sorry that this was kind of long- I genuinely mean no harm and I'm not trying to offend anyone, I just want to have a (hopefully) productive and helpful discussion about what is, and what isn't a closed practice, and the nuance behind it. I feel like people make things too cut and dry, especially on apps, like TikTok.

(also apologizes in advance for any spelling errors I'm sure I made a bunch)

Absolutely right.

Florida Water, just as White Sage, Oomancy and almost the majority of techniques, ingredientes, herbs and elements, are not closed or open PER SE. But is the use of it what make it closed or not, similar to how all herbs used in closed practices aren’t closed but the practices themselves are.

Just as you said, it wasn’t originally specifically created for spiritual practices. And I can tell that was probably used centuries before to get that fancy name. Was just a smelly cute water to the clothes in an age where was not even soap.

Like, dang it, if you look for the ingredients, you can find 50 different ways to make it! It can have Lemon, Orange, Grapefruit, Lime, Rose, Lavender, Bergamot, Jasmine, Chamomile, Neroli, Violet, Thyme, Rosemary, Oregano, Sage, Basil, Eucalyptus, Mint, Cinnamon, Clove, Anise, Cardamom, Black pepper, Vanilla, ETC. None of the ingredients is closed.

Florida Water, used in a context of hoodoo, is closed to hoodoo. Just as White Sage in the context of Smudging is closed to Natives.

Florida Water, used as a ingredient to perfume, is open.

Florida Water, as a liquid to cleanse, is open.

If we become more tricky, a water made with, for example, lemon and mint, that you can make in your home to make the toilet smell good, is TECHNICALLY Florida Water.

Even more, we latins have the common use of rue and water as a way to cleanse a space, and, then, is florida water...

The Rose Water? Can almost be a florida water...

Probably, the link of the Florida Water and Hoodoo is related to the fact that Florida had a massive amount of African American slaves, but I'm not an expert in that topic and I would prefer than another POC with more knowledge of the topic say something about it. I speak only of the little I know.

So, short story. If you use Florida Water to use in the specific way of a hoodoo practice, not being from that culture, is closed af.

If you use it to cleanse your space as if it was moon water, or to make the pillow smell lovely, then is open.

That make me remember that I should fix that post lmao I remember I did it at 3am, no wonder why I made that AWFUL mistake, Thank you!

Also, don't worry, was not that long and I'm not a native english speaker, so I made 8237568 more mistakes than you lmao, chill.

Was a very interesting topic! Thanks to bring it up!

[aquaticwvirtuoso]

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6. I will interact with other Cronus's and other canon trolls as well as fantrolls so don't worry about approaching me!!

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8. I may not be online all the time so I apologize in advance if I dont reply to things both post and dms.

I will update these as needed

[xarrixii]

FLASH/BURN ADVANCE WARNING

If anyone has been around here for a while, you'll know I've got this running story named FLASH/BURN. You'll know I love it and maybe you might know that I've been burning out.

This started maybe a month ago when I thought that Alph--one of FLASH/BURN's protagonists--was really boring for me to write.

It's not that Alph is a boring character to me. Alph has a lot of hobbies and a lot of passions, they speak their fucking mind and they don't back down for anything except maybe the unconscious forces of telepathy.

And I've robbed them.

I have robbed my favorite character in my own series.

For an arc and a half of FLASH/BURN, Alph has been mostly if not totally blind. Which should be way more of a problem to this hotheaded passionate firestarter. Alph's hobbies are all things that involve them seeing in some way--driving, spray painting, hand-to-hand combat. When I think long-term about Alph's future, a life of helping kids and being a damn good cop, I've made it unnecessarily difficult for them to do that.

Alph should be furious, and they're not.

The reasoning Alph became blind is rooted in real life science, they were in an acid bank for about a month to make it easier for a telepath to rearrange the thought content of what makes up their reasoning for Storm's policy. As wonderfully defined by Harlow in chapter fifty, “ 'Acids destroy proteins,' Harlow puts his head in his hands. 'Eyes are made of proteins.' ”

Which is a big problem to me. The entire body has proteins. The only thing that got damaged was Alph's eyes? And it almost completely removed their eyesight?

It feels cheap to say something now like, "Oh, it's a special acid. It only affects eye proteins because magic" or "Actually everyone is WRONG about this and I've been LEADING the reader all these chapters about what happened" or "Nobody's mentioned the other injuries but they are there."

I'd like anything without connection to kinetics to remain as similar to real life as possible, I don't want to make everyone else seem dumb for trusting the conclusions of my characters, and I don't want to pretend like Harlow's internal monologue in chapter thirty-seven wouldn't have mentioned other points of scarring.

That's just not fair to me.

When I think about it harder, there's more reasons to just not include Alph's blindness arc:

The tank program used for Alph's blindness is really cheap--it only appears the once and that's the way I've been planning the story. That's wrong because I've made it seem more significant than that.

I don't want to offend people. Most of Alph's interactions with Afyer are just incredibly boring and I have to resort to Afyer saying things like "smiling, by the way," which is nice and all but is wrong in my head.

I'm trying to learn to describe more things about my scenes. To add more than just dialogue and monologues. The viewpoint of Alph does the opposite of this for me.

Alph isn't having any fun--I want Alph to have fun. I want to portray more fucking around with Alph and Afyer. I can't think of anything for them to do together that wouldn't just make Alph upset somehow.

I want my story to be fun to read. I want more of Alph looking around their surroundings and finding the best way to wreck the shit out of someone.

I want to have fun.

So I'm going to go to sleep. I'm gonna wake up, I'm gonna attempt to make myself food, try not to get distracted by the active disco that is my house at all times, I'm going to release all of the written chapters I haven't released yet, and then I'm going to start planning out what the chapters are going to look like using what I've written already as a rough baseline for going forward.

I actually can't guarantee I'll do anything tomorrow. But I'll try. I'll listen to a different song than Breaking Benjamin - Unknown Soldier (sorry, Harlow), and I'm gonna let myself enjoy writing FLASH/BURN again.

Because Alph deserves an apology for getting their life ruined.

Because if my head is telling me something is wrong--I need to listen.

[randomshyperson]

Left Behind - Chapter 6 - Once a Promise, Always a Promise.

Gif was made by my official gif maker friend @abimess

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Words: 4.753k

A/N> It's been 84 years... I just hope someone still reads this haha Let me know what you think

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Chapter 6 - Once a Promise, Always a Promise.

When you wake up, you get your ass beaten up by an unknown woman.

You awaken all at once, advancing against the woman who was watching you sleep. Her surprise only lasts a second, however, as the next she returns your blow and knocks you to the ground, a gun pointed straight at your face.

Wide-eyed, you realize where you are and raise your hands.

"Sorry, sorry." You can quickly. "I thought I was in the lab again. Who the hell are you by the way?"

The woman raises her eyebrow at you.

"Cap, get over here before I shoot her."

And the next second, a blond man is running into the area of the ship where you are, looking worried.

"Let's all calm down, okay?" He asks as he sees the gun extended, and waits for the woman to put it down. You sigh lightly, rising to stand up.

"I'm sorry I attacked you, Miss." You ask as soon as you are on your feet, and massage your shoulder, which hit the ground hard when she knocked you down.

"It's fine, you just got beat up anyway." She teases, making you give a short laugh.

You were about to ask if they could let you off the ship anywhere, but a low groan of pain beside you caught your attention.

Just then you noticed the man lying on the stretcher next to you a few feet away, a large wound in his rib. You are also able to notice the rest of the ship, there is a man piloting a few meters away, and two men sitting further ahead, talking to each other.

"Hey, I can help." You stated immediately, but as soon as you moved, the woman stood in front of you, looking at you with suspicion and defiance, and you swallowed dryly. "I-I can heal him." You clarified, but the woman only changed her posture when the man next to you touched her forearm.

"Can you do that?" He asks you, and you nod. You wait for the woman to take a step back to approach the man on the stretcher.

"Hey, are you guys sure of this?" The man lying down asked uncomfortably, and you raise your hands in the air.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I won't hurt you, I promise. "You guarantee it." Can I heal your injuries?" You ask and wait for him to confirm.

The wound is deep, but you have dealt with much worse.

"How did you do that?"

"It was nothing." You say as you put your hands down. His skin was completely intact again.

"This sure is cooler than lightning, huh, Thor?" Commented the blond as he sat down on the stretcher, clearly feeling better. The long-haired man at the back of the ship looks at you curiously as he stands up, and when he notices his colleague completely healed, he looks impressed.

"This sure is an interesting skill for a mortal." He says to you, and you don't know exactly what to make of those words, but you don't have time to comment, because he is already approaching to introduce himself. "My name is Thor Odinson, god of thunder."

You frown.

"G-god of thunder?" You repeat confused. "Sorry, is that some kind of joke?"

The woman next to you giggles, moving to sit on the stretcher next to the man you healed. The blond man in front of you looks slightly offended, but his expression softens immediately.

"I understand that at first, mortals may be incredulous at such a..."

"No, I just thought the title was funny." You interrupt the blond man, surprising him. "You guys are the Avengers, aren't you? My master has already told me about you."

“Your master?”

It is the other blond guy in the blue uniform who asks. You mentally repress yourself.

"Damn, sorry." You say. "It's what I used to call the soldiers and doctors who gave me orders."

"Your files say that you disappeared in Sokovia when you were younger, and what we found at the base were the records of the experiments they did on you." He adds, and you twiddle your fingers nervously. "I just want to make sure you're not going to try to bring the plane down with everyone inside."

The attempted joke is enough to make you smile, but you are beginning to feel overwhelmed. You really were free. After all this time, the idea seemed almost absurd.

You try to control your emotion at once, and the man seems to notice, because his expression softens immediately.

"Hey, come have a seat." He asks, signaling to one of the empty chairs, and you obey. "My name is Steve Rogers, and I promise you're safe now. Hydra will never hurt you again."

You nod frantically, feeling the tears in your eyes. But you try to normalize your breathing, not wanting to cry in front of strangers.

"I'm sorry, I just... I've just been trying to get away for so long." You confess next, wiping your eyes quickly. "It's weird to think I succeeded."

"We are going back to the Avengers tower now. Is there anyone you would like to get in touch with?" He asks, and his words make your stomach sink.

"Yes." You say. "But I have no idea where they are."

"Who? Your family?"

You give a short laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so. They were..." You start trying to remember exactly. You didn't even know how long it had been since the time you saw the twins at the Hydra base. You had no idea if they were alive, but you wanted to believe they were. Taking a deep breath, you continue. "They were my friends. Wanda and Pietro, we grew up together. They... I saw them once. When I still had the serum in my head. I..."

Seeing your difficulty in organizing your thoughts, Steve interrupts you by touching your forearm.

"It's okay." He says. "We'll find the twins."

"So they really are alive?"

Steve smiles.

"Yes." He answers and you feel your body relax all at once. "They ran away, I imagine they were scared, but we'll find them."

You gasp, unable to control your tears. Neither Steve nor the rest of the Avengers seem to care.

When you calm down, Steve introduces you to the rest of the team.

You are not exactly happy to meet Tony Stark. The mention of his last name makes you frown, because you know it was a Stark bomb that blew up your home at Sokovia, but when you accuse Tony, he seems really upset.

"Well, I guess you can get on the list of people who hate me then." He grumbles and you cross your arms, the whole team sensing the tension in the air.

"You could at least apologize for blowing up half of Sokovia with your weapons." You retort angrily, and the man rolls his eyes, not getting up from the armchair you were in.

"Sure, no problem. I'm sorry, kiddo. Happy?"

You clench your jaw, but before you can say anything, Steve steps forward.

"Tony, try not to be a jerk, okay?" The captain speaks and the other man lets out a wry laugh. "Have at least some respect for the girl's story."

"I have respect, Captain." He assures as he stands up, looking impatient. "What I don't have is time to revisit the past while our enemies get more and more powerful." He says and you frown in confusion. "I've already banned weapons production in the industries, and we've already taken on Hydra in that place. Now we can move on, because I need to get back to the compound and understand exactly what that thing is."

He speaks and finishes by signaling to the opposite side, and it is only then that you notice the shining scepter on the far side of the room and let out a surprised exclamation, taking three steps backwards.

"How did you guys get this?" You ask horrified and the team looks at you curiously.

"Have you seen the scepter before?"

"Of course I have!" You reply. "That's what gave me the healing! The damn stone went through my chest."

Thor steps forward, looking at you in surprise.

"So Hydra were able to decipher the scepter?

You laugh humorlessly.

"If by decipher you mean press the scepter against my chest while preening me in an iron chair, then yes." You reply, but take a deep breath to calm yourself. "A yellow stone came off as soon as the scepter touched me. And well, it went right through my skin. When I woke up, I could heal. But whatever it is, it killed all the soldiers who were holding me."

Thor seems to consider your words as Steve tells you that he is sorry for what you went through in Hydra.

Suddenly you remember where you first saw him.

"The man on the bridge!" You exclaimed, surprising him, but you were getting your memories gradually, and your heart was racing. "You are Captain America.... My god, where is Bucky?"

"Great, another fan of the metal arm." Tony comments sarcastically, but no one seems to care.

Steve looks at you with a frown.

"Is he safe? Is he free? Can I see him?" You ask promptly next, and Natasha chuckles.

"Hey, calm down." Steve asks and you swallow dryly, trying not to feel so overwhelmed with so many memories coming back at once. "How do you know Bucky?"

You blink in surprise.

"He...he didn't talk about me?"

It takes a second, and then Steve's eyes widen.

“Oh my god, you’re the guardian!

"I am what now?"

Steve lets out an incredulous laugh.

"The guardian." He repeats as if you were going to understand what he meant.

Natasha clears her throat.

"Captain, perhaps you'd better explain." She asks and Steve gestures quickly.

"We've been looking for you for months." Steve then adds, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise. "Bucky he... he's been trying to find you since he escaped. But he didn't know your name. All he knew was the nickname you got from the soldiers. The golden guardian of death. It's been our only tip to find you."

"I thought it was just golden guardian." Clint adds next, Nat makes a noise of agreement.

"No, I'm sure it was just Guardian of Death." Thor comments, but you are barely listening to the teasing, feeling your thoughts racing.

Steve raises his hands to your shoulders.

"Thank you so much for saving Bucky." He says before hugging you. You feel your neck heat up at the sudden contact, but do your best to reciprocate.

Steve lets you go then, smiling.

"He's going to be so happy to see you."

"Where is he?"

"At the compound." Steve replies. "He cannot attend field missions, it's part of the pardon. It's too much bureaucracy to explain now.."

"I think he's just lazy." Tony adds wryly, making the Avengers giggle.

And Steve's smile dies briefly.

"What's with you today, anyway, Stark?"

Tony sighs impatiently, finally rising from his armchair.

"I'm sorry if I'm not reacting in the way you consider proper captain, but I'm concerned about getting to work soon." He says as he moves toward you two. “I need to find out what this thing really is.”

"No, Stark, you won't touch this." It is Thor who announces, and all the avengers look genuinely surprised.

"I beg your pardon?" Stark retorted, but Thor didn't hesitate before he looked at you next.

"Describe to me again how you got your healing, mortal."

You sigh lightly.

"They locked me in an iron chair and brought the scepter." You narrated. "But they lie me on the chair next, and I could only feel the metal against my skin, and then I saw a yellow light. Something went right through my chest, and then right through." You say. "I blacked out for a second, the room was completely empty like a vision. When I blinked, it was back, but all the soldiers holding me were dead. And then they knocked me out."

"Before you said you saw a yellow stone?"

You nodded in agreement.

"I dreamed of this memory for several days." You clarify. "I was back in the room, but this time I watched myself. I saw when they put the scepter to my chest, and when the golden stone came out and went through my skin. It was the stone that released the wave of energy that killed the soldiers .I don't know why I didn't die too."

"A single blow that killed a group of soldiers at once." Thor mutters more to himself than to the rest of the teams. "It's decided then, no mortal must touch this. It's clearly far more power than anyone should have."

"This is ridiculous." Thor accused the next moment, making the team look at him curiously. "You can't just deny knowledge about something like that and..."

"Why are you so insistent on this, Tony?" It's Steve who asks suspiciously. Tony sighs, and gives a short laugh.

"You guys are unbelievable, you know." He says. "I'm trying to find new alternatives to our problems."

"What problems?" Steve asks with a confused grimace, and Tony rolls his eyes, looking nervous.

"Our enemies, Captain!" He snarls. "In case you haven't noticed, it hasn't been too long since we faced an army of robots coming from a hole in the sky!" He accuses. "We don't have the power to face this kind of thing. The scepter is exactly what I need to prevent the worst from happening."

"Where did that come from, Tony?" Steve retorted confused.

Stark gave a short laugh, rolling his eyes.

"I don't have time for this." He grimaced and moved to grab the scepter, but Thor stood in the way, arms crossed. "Really?" Tony impatiently charges, but Thor doesn't move. Stark clenches his jaw before declaring angrily. "I had a vision, okay? I saw all of us, defeated. Defeated because we didn't have the power to win. And I... I could have prevented it."

The avengers look as confused as you are, and remain silent. Tony sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"It was New York again, but this time the enemy won." He continues, visually upset. When he lifted his face in Steve's direction, his look was angry, but his eyes had tears in it. "And you told me that I could have stopped it."

“I wouldn't do that.” Steve says. “If we ever lose, I wouldn't blame you, Tony.”

Tony gives a short laugh.

“Wouldn’t you really?” He retorts. “I’m pretty sure you would, cap.”

Steve takes a step forward, his eyes soften as he looks at his friend.

“I promise you, Tony. If we lose, we lose together.” He declares. “That’s what being an Avengers means. I’m sorry if I was not clear before, and made you feel any different than this or…”

“Stop it!” Tony angrily interrupts. You flinch because you think you saw a familiar red light in his eyes. “Cut this sentimental crap, Steve. I’m just trying to do what’s necessary here.”

“Back off, Stark!” You order as you noted how he has moved his wand to the scepter, he seems surprised by the action too. You move in his direction as he takes two steps back, looking irritated. You gave him no time to answer however, as you raise your hands over his head and touch his forehead with your fingers before he can complain.

Immediately, you can feel the remnants of magic on Tony's head. You don't recognize it at first, but as your own magic removes the other energy, you sigh slightly. It feels familiar, but you don't know why. The energy is still harmful though, probably due to the intention of the one who cast it, but you manage to clean it all up.

You succeed because you coordinate your magic to wipe the other energy like you usually clear and heal wounds, and it seems to work, because Tony raises his hands to your wrist, his wide-eyed eyes soften and he looks almost startled.

"I'm sorry." He asks and swallows dryly. You remove your fingers from his forehead completely, watching with curiosity. He takes a deep breath, blinking several times as if waking up. "I'm sorry, everyone, I... Damn, it was like a horrible dream. I need to lie down for a minute."

And with that he leaves.

You don't ask questions anymore, because Steve is going after him, and you are trying to figure it out why you still feel the unknown magic tingling at your fingertips, as if it is trying to merge with yours.

//-//

You cry when you see Bucky again.

He lets out a disbelieving laugh, and then he's running up, hugging you tight.

Your conversation is long and intense, and is almost mostly made up of gratitude.

The other Avengers seem very happy to see the whole interaction, especially Steve.

Tony isolates himself in his room as soon as you arrive, and Thor looks upset. He and Bruce discuss something, and then they go to talk to Tony.

You don't pay attention because you are listening to Bucky tell you about getting all his memories back, and living with the Avengers since you helped him. He was now free from Hydra's control, and was pardoned by the state on condition that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

Nat also added in his narrative the information that he and Steve were "making fondue" and the joke made him laugh with red cheeks but you didn't understand what that meant.

You are very happy to see him, but you can't help but think that he was not the one you wanted to find when you were free.

When he introduces you to the rest of the compound, and to your room, you hug him in appreciation, and you both exchange a knowing look, finally acknowledging that you are safe.

//-//

Your first night in the compound is a strange one.

After meeting the whole team, who were polite despite having fought you a few hours ago, you received a full meal and then locked yourself in your room.

But you were not used to having such a soft bed, not even before Hydra, so sleeping seemed kind of impossible.

Figuring that the Avengers wouldn't mind you taking a late night stroll, you left your room.

"Are you lost, girl?" A female voice suddenly sounded making you jump in fright. It was Natasha Romanoff, or as she introduced herself earlier, Black Widow.

"S-sorry, ma'am." You retorted clumsily, and the woman raised her eyebrows at you. "I can't sleep."

"First, I'm not old, so don't call me ma'am." She commented wryly, and you tried to smile. "Second, I know the feeling. If you want, I can distract you."

Your last social conversation with a woman happened a long time ago, and then you find yourself asking:

"Are you inviting me to have sex?"

Nat lets out a surprised laugh, crossing her arms.

"Where did that come from?" she asks, and you scratch your neck lightly.

"Sorry, I learned how to talk to women from television shows that Hydra soldiers watched in the labs. Bad references. What did you mean by distracting me?"

Nat laughed, impressed by your words.

"I meant like have some tea and tell a story." She clarifies, not sounding the least bit upset. You put your hands in the pockets of the pajamas you've been given.

"R-right. That sounds more appropriate." You mumble with flushed cheeks, eliciting another laugh from the woman. As you begin walking side by side, she comments.

"You know, I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you around here. You are just as awkward as Steve and Bucky."

You end up hearing a story about agents in Budapest, but it seems Nat doesn't tell the whole story. It's nice, though, you missed talking to someone.

"That thing you did earlier with Tony, that was really cool." Nat remarks after a pause in silence.

You take a sip of your tea after shrugging, but she seems inquisitive.

"How did you know it was Maximoff who messed with his head?"

You almost choke at the sudden mention of the name and Nat's watchful gaze makes it impossible to disguise. You sigh.

"I... They are my friends." You confess looking down at the cup, "Or they used to be."

Raising your gaze to Nat again, she only seems curious to know, and you shrug slightly, deciding to trust her.

"We grew up together in Sokovia." You count twirling your fingers on the handle of your cup, "They were the only family I had in the orphanage. And well, it was for them that I broke into a Hydra building."

Nat listens to your story intently, and you swallow dryly before continuing.

"When they captured me, the serum, it... well, it didn't exactly leave me conscientious." You try to explain. "It was like pushing all my memories away, my mind would become completely empty."

“"Is that what they did to Bucky?" Nat questions and you shake your head.

"No, they used electric shock on Bucky." You return with a grimace. "With me, they couldn't hurt me permanently, so they needed something that would make me obey without me being able to heal. It was like being drunk, I guess, only much worse."

“I’m sorry.”

"It 's fine.” You say with a sad smile. “I was dumb enough to go there, i knew the risks.”

“Don’t say that.” Nat asks with a serious voice. “It’s was not your fault they torture kids.”

"And whose fault is it, then?" You retorted, upset, with yourself more than with Nat or anyone else. "My friends for being stubborn idiots? Of Stark for throwing a bomb in my building? I'm tired of looking for reasons to justify what happened to me. Nothing is enough, and I just want to see my friends."

Nat sighs lightly, and raises a hand on the table to reach for yours. You want to hold back the tears, but they are already falling before you can do so.

"I promise we will find your family." She assures you tenderly, and you feel your heart soar at the possibility.

You nod in understanding, taking a deep breath to stop crying.

Nat squeezes your hand, and it takes a moment for you to speak again.

"Wanda." You begin, and almost sob. It has been a long time since you have spoken that name. "She... She must have gotten her powers the same way I did." You say trying to remember everything you witness in Hydra at that moment. "I remember the soldiers talking about the twins being the only ones to survive the stone besides me."

"From Shield records, we know she can manipulate energy and Pietro can run really fast." Nat informs as she releases your hand. She sits thoughtfully for a moment."Maybe because you all got the magic through the same source, you can heal what she can do to Tony's mind. But that's not really my area, maybe you should talk to Thor as well."

You sigh lightly, wiping away the remainder of the tears falling on your face.

"I will." You say. "But I want to find Wan-the twins first." You correct yourself quickly, hoping Nat doesn't notice your flushed cheeks. She does, but says nothing.

"Try to get some rest." She asks as she picks up the teacups. "We have a party coming up, and then Thor is supposed to return to Asgard. I imagine you will want to have a little chat with Bucky before you return to Sokovia."

"I would go back to Sokovia right now if you ask me." You mutter making Nat chuckle lightly. "But I don't want to disturb any of you. I've waited for a long time, I can wait a little longer."

When Nat turns around after putting the glasses in the sink, she has a soft expression.

"You are not a nuisance here, kid." She assures with a smile. "We've just been caught a little by surprise with a new person, but it will be a pleasure to help you find the twins." She says and then has a mischievous expression. "I shouldn't tell you yet, but Steve is pretty excited about the whole thing. He wants you and the twins to join the team eventually."

"Really?" You ask in surprise and Nat just mumbles in agreement, still smiling.

She turns around on the countertop and before she leaves, she turns to you.

"If you ask my opinion, you seem to care a lot about both of them." She says. "I think that no matter how much time has passed, or if they are fighting on opposite sides, she will be happy to see you."

You swallow dryly, looking away.

Nat smiles one last time before leaving and you twiddle your fingers nervously, sitting for a while at the table before returning to your room.

With much to think about, you are surprised that you fall asleep almost instantly as you lie down.

//-//

The Hydra serum is still in your system.

You realize it in a rather embarrassing way actually.

After waking up on the couch, you went to the kitchen.

Bucky tells you that all the team is having a meeting and they will join you two soon, so you just lay against the wall while he reads the newspaper out loud for you.

The Avengers stay in the meeting room for a long time, and don't seem very pleased when they leave, but Tony seems intrigued.

You are surprised that he comes to talk to you as soon as he sees you.

"I didn't thank you for yesterday, kid." He says with a smile. "Whatever you did took away that bad feeling. Now I can work without having to hide that I'm trying to help."

You didn't quite know what to respond, but it didn't matter because Tony was patting you on the shoulder before smiling contentedly at the rest of the team.

"While I figure out a way to decipher the stone, which won't be hard since I'm incredibly smart." He begins his speech, causing the group to let out debauched laughter. "You guys can get busy with whatever old people do for fun. Except you Thunderlord, I'm going to need your help in the lab."

"Wow, Tony Stark asking for help." Thor teases and you watch the interaction with a smile on your lips, moving to join the table. "What a little magic doesn't do to your head, heh?"

"Don't tease me, Thundercat. I'll throw you out of this building, and you won't get any breakfast." He says with false seriousness and you laugh lightly as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. "Hey, kid, give me some too?"

"Ja, Master." You respond mechanically, perhaps even a little sleepily. The Avengers look at you with curiosity and confusion as they see you mechanically pour the coffee, and hand it to Tony, who looks shocked.

"He is not your master, kid." It is Natasha who breaks the silence, and you blink in confusion looking around for a moment.

"R-right." You say. "Sorry about that, Tony. Old habits I guess."

Tony thanks you for the drink, and you think the subject is going to die, but then Natasha keeps looking at you.

"Hey, Y/N, come over here." She asks and you move immediately. Shit. Natasha raises her eyebrow. "Take two steps to the left." Your body obeys. “Now to the right.” She asks and you obey again. This is terrible. The widow looks at you impressed.

"That looks bad." Tony quickly mocks before waving for Thor to accompany him to the lab, justifying that they should get to work soon.

Nat continues to look at you incredulously, but then Steve gets up from the table as well and snaps his fingers in front of your eyes, making you jump in fright slightly. He assumes a worried expression afterwards.

"You are obeying our orders as if we were your masters." He says. "Let's go see Bruce in the lab, he'll want to run some tests."

When you reach the lab, and Steve explains to Bruce what happened at breakfast, you are not surprised that he puts needles in your arm. You hope the news will be good when he finishes assessing your blood.

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[navybrat817]

Okay before I say anything I just wanna say- please no one come for me I am only 23 and I am not a kids person and this is only an imagine so I am sorry in advance!

But Navy 😭 today I was working and my brain was doing that background thinking thingy and I wondered how Soldat would react if you start getting jelly of your kid like unintentionally (bc sometimes I feel like I'd get like that bc I've like, attention and sharing issues) and idk you end up snapping at them or scold them by accident but of course you feel horrible because you love your kid but you were feeling all burnt out and idk needy of love because being a parent has to be pretty fuckin hard right? And like salute to all the parents because I feel like I am not that strong 😭

I feel like he'd punish you at first and call you out on it and comfort the child because duh then he'd attend to you or try because knowing me I'd just push him away and then he'd be like "you know I love you but you were wrong" and idk why but him calling you out even though you're his only love in the whole ass century he's been alive and he'd do anything for you otherwise and protective Dad Bucky is so 🥺♥️

Again, I kinda feel bad writing this on here so I am sorry I don't mean to offend anyone it's just that- I do want kids someday but they also freak me out and I don't consider myself a strong enough person to be able to handle it like a champ if they start acting like how they do for the most part unless they're an exceptionally peaceful kid and ugh it's a mess in my head

-Winter Soldier's 🐕

First, I'm not going to judge. Having kids is a huge responsibility and a lot to think about. Second, I'm going to put some thoughts under the cut that deviate a bit away from the imagine and address some realities.

I'm a mother of two. It isn't easy. For any parent out there, there are going to be days where you're exhausted, moody, in need of a break, etc., and there are going to be days where you get upset for a laundry list of reasons. You may raise your voice or snap because you told your kid to do something 39 times and they still didn't do it. You may slam a door or cry in the bathroom because you feel alone. A lot of people don't like to talk about those moments, but they happen.

Being jealous of your child, it isn't a competition. Your child relies on you (and your partner if you aren't raising your child alone) and needs attention. They can't take care of themselves. Communication is key. An apology would be needed and maybe an explanation for why you snapped. Every parent is going to snap, but how you handle it after is a big deal. Kids can pick up on moods. They know adults have bad days, too.

As far as punishment, I don't know if that's something Soldat would bring to bed before discussing. Major communication would need to happen with the Soldat. He would be right in the regard that snapping at a child who did nothing wrong is crossing a boundary. He loves you both. Setting aside time for the two of you is also a must. A lot of parents shift from partner mode to parental mode and don't deviate. Parents need time for the two of them (or time alone if they're a single parent). The relationship doesn't end because you have kids.

Learning triggers is also a good thing. For example, one of my best friends can feel her anger rise when she has to repeat something 3 times. If you know a trigger when something starts to happen, breathe, walk away if you can or get your partner to step in.

Parenting isn't a part time job. It's 100%. My word is not law. Those are simply my thoughts and some experiences. You have the whole world in front of you and time to think things over.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[theteapotofdoom]

what do you think of nanami/sukuna?

i've been thinking about them and consider: sukuna is actually highly respectful of powerful jujutsu sorcerers (with the exception of gojo, which is fair tbh), and i was wondering what he might think of nanami?

he's powerful and handsome and smart and jacked as FUCK. sukuna is always quiet when nanami is around because he's sitting on his bone throne like "yes finally someone with a braincell". just silently thirsting over him like everyone else. he ain't special LOL.

not to mention the fact that he saved him from mahito. like, he saw mahito flirting with his object of his affection and was like "bitch no"

also this convo -

yuji: stop dating my dad >:( sukuna: you know what? i'm gonna start dating nanami even harder!

Ooooooh that’s interesting, you’re definitely selling the idea very well!

I must confess that I have a hard time shipping Sukuna with anyone because I don’t really like him. Please don’t take this the wrong way, I know that he is very popular so I don’t want to offend anyone! I don’t think that he is objectively bad or anything like that, he is just not my type of character. I don’t really like anything about him (except for his voice actor who is really just GOING FOR IT every time). 

I’M SORRY FOR SOUNDING LIKE BUZZKILL, I HOPE THAT I DON’T SOUND RUDE! I actually still think that you’re idea is very cool and has a lot of potentials! I just want to apologize in advance if I’m not very good at making headcanons for them XD

I will say that I’m kind of vibing with this just because I think that Nanami would bully Sukuna relentlessly and I love it. I know that I just said that I didn’t like Sukuna but I actually do love it when Yuji or other people call him out on his bullshit. A centuries-old demon not being taken seriously by anyone is a delightful concept.

I also love this confirmation that like ... EVERYONE is thirsty for Nanami, the man just walks in looking like a snack and being a competent mature adult and everyone is like “pls marry me” and honestly same. And because I’m still ride or die on my Nanahito bullshit, I LOVE the idea that demons/curses are just very into him specifically. They just want to be stepped on and they are VALID.

It’s actually REALLY funny to imagine that Sukuna was just peacefully and quietly thirsting for Nanami the entire time (either because he thought he could play the “cool silent type” card or because he was just too flustered to speak) but as soon as he saw Mahito making a move on Nanami, he jumped out like “NO MY BELOVED” like yes, we love the romance.

Unfortunately, I can only see this as a one-sided romance because I’m pretty sure that Nanami’s reaction to Sukuna would be like “silence whore” or “you literally murdered my son and you keep hurting him I will cut you” but that makes it even more fun in a way. Sukuna is NOT giving up, he is going to seduce that man even if it’s the last thing that he does. He will be asking Yuji for advice like “come on be a bro, what does he like??? does he like flowers??? or blood???” and Yuji would be like “bitch you don’t have half of a chance but also he does like flowers yes”

Also, I’m assuming that in this scenario it would be the REAL Sukuna outside of Yuji’s body, so like, a tall monster with many arms and many eyes, and the idea of that monstrous demon being flustered by a small funky blond dad is very good.

[advice4smartgirls]

Hi, this is an honest question I'm just seeking different perspectives so I really apologize in advance if I'm being offensive - so I'm a white girl and I have very curly hair but it's not as much volume as I like on the top so ever since I was like 12 (I'm 19 now) I've been wearing my hair in Bantu knots at night and then taking it out in the morning. I don't wear them in public because I feel it might be insensitive but I was wondering if me just doing it in general for the effect is ✨

✨cultural appropriation? like in the future if I'm to end up rooming with a black girl I just wonder if me doing that would be an offensive act to them, even if I don't wear it in public. And if so, I'd want to stop it now rather than offend someone later. Just wondering, again sorry if I've been offensiveHm, well I'm not Black so my opinion on this obviously isn't certain, but I'll do my best. I don't think you're hurting anybody by wearing your hair in Bantu knots to go to sleep. Nobody sees you and it's not like you're showcasing it on social media. A big part of Cultural appropriation is stealing another culture and using it for your own benefit (for shock value, likes on social media, glamour at a festival, etc). What you're doing is really just haircare. If you had a Black roommate, you could just talk to her about it and see how she feels about it. Different people will have different opinions on this. Some girls might be offended and some might not be. If anyone else has opinions on this feel free to chime in!!Love you,Lil