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softguks · 5 years ago

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i miss you

note: flowers + sadness + softness is never a good combo for me, hehe

warnings: angst, softness, feelings

synopsis: in which shawn unintentionally blames the wrong person

“hey love, do you know where my floral silk shirt is? ��m gonna wear it to the interview. love? oh-“

he pauses, a smile gracing his features as he watches his precious girlfriend, typing busily on her laptop, fingers gliding along the glowing keys, legs propped up on the couch. —more importantly, his eyes zone in on the shirt engulfing her figure— and he shakes his head while chuckling softly.

“mm, i don’t think so, did you check the-why are you looking at me like that?”, she pauses to tilt her reading glasses upward, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he saunters toward her.

she can’t help the bright red flush that heats her cheeks when he stares down at her, and points at the unbuttoned silk shirt that she’s wearing. the neckline is crooked, slipping off her shoulder, and she laughs a little, before reaching to take it off, and being stopped by a very amused shawn.

“no, i like it. you look better in it, honey.”

and all over again, her heart races with the same fiery passion igniting her in love, heart swelling up with love as she smiles up at him, getting lost in his olive eyes.

—

“have a good day, here’s your coffee, shawn. hey, look at me, you’ll be amazing, alright?”

“but what if i mess up, and then they hate me for it? god, i’m so nervous.”

“remember? nerves mean you care.”

he nods his head slowly, sinking into the words and sweeping her up in a hug, with a quick peck to each cheek before rushing out the door, calling an “i love you honey” as the door swings shut.

—

“you wanna have kids one day, yeah?”

“yeah. can you imagine? a little you, a little me, it would be so cute.”

her heart clenches, skipping a beat as she looks over at him, the biggest grin on her face.

“you wanna have kids with me? really?”

“of course! i love you, and you’re my sunshine.”

she laughs at him, crawling on top of him, and gladly accepting his warm embrace with open arms, mumbling out how cold she is and how unfair it is that he absorbs all the heat. she plays with his chocolate curls, occasionally flicking his forehead, pecking his cheeks, or a combination of the two. and it always ends with them in laughter, with smiles on their faces.

—

“it was you, wasn’t it? you’re the one who leaked the song, wasn’t it?”

his fists are clenched, hanging limply by his sides, and yet the pure anger and fury in his eyes sends shivers down her spine. confusion is written all over her face as she holds her hands out, an attempt to calm him down.

“shawn, what are you talking about? you know i’d never do that to you, right? you know that.”

he’s laughing darkly, a bitter chuckle rumbling from his chest as he shakes his head, tears in his eyes as he replied with a tinge of hurt and vulnerability in his voice.

“i really don’t know if i can trust you anymore.”

his words are like a knife to the heart, because a relationship is built on trust and love. and her whole world is crashing down as he speaks, a burning sort of pain that hurts so much she cannot speak. her heart feels as if it has been physically ripped out of her aching chest.

“you were jealous, weren’t you? of the PR? how pathetic and pitiful, y/n. or did you need the money? what? couldn’t steal it from my wallet instead? after all, don’t make much do you?”

he expects her to drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness, show a sign of surprise or hesitance, but when he meets her eyes, his heart stops. there’s no remark, no sarcastic comment, nothing that he would normally expect from her, because he physically broke her, shattered her heart into pieces.

“get out. please, just go.”

“shawn, where am i supposed to go? i don’t-“

“GET OUT!”

he’s yelling at her as she hurriedly grabs her things, stumbling out the door and pressing buttons on her phone as she sobs out, and she almost sighs in relief when she hears the three beeps signaling the call went through.

“hello? y/n?”

“mama k.”

—

“i-i’m sorry. and i know that doesn’t make a difference, but i need you to hear it. i never meant any of those things, and i-i’m sorry. i know i hurt you, but please. please believe me when i say that i love you with all of my heart, i trust you with my life, and i-i’m sorry. mum and liyah won’t tell me where you are, but please take care of yourself, my sunshine. i love you. and i’m so fucking nervous for my show tonight, dunno if i can do it. but-“

his voice cracks, and her heart breaks again at his cries that sound so broken and pained, lifeless, and she knows that he’s doing everything he can to drive the pain away.

“like you always say nerves mean you care right? i miss you.”

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beautifulterriblequeen · 5 years ago

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It’s discussed a lot about how Callum will react to Runaan when he gets out of the coin, but how do you think some of the other human characters would react to him? Like Soren, Amaya and Gren (it’s unclear if Gren ever actually *saw* Runaan, but for argument’s sake, let’s say he did.)

Ooh what a fun question, anon!

Let’s see, Soren. Well, by the time Runaan is freed, Soren will probably have had months or years as Rayla’s ally, even if he spends all his time with Ezran as his Crownguard. I also hope that Soren gets some real-world experience and education at the Storm Spire and in Lux Aurea before he returns to Katolis, if Ezran’s going to return to being king (which, idk, technically I think Soren’s king now, actually, as VIren’s heir, but that’s a whole ‘nother post).

Soren is a genuinely warm guy. If he gets some time to learn about what Avizandum and Zubeia’s side of the war has been like, as well as Khessa and Janai’s, he’ll have a pretty balanced viewpoint on the conflict as a whole, which will make him a really solid adviser for Ezran, considering the training and actual battle experience he already has.

He may even contribute to the chain of events that frees Runaan, since he’s the one who put Runaan in the dungeon in the first place. His piece of the puzzle is that Runaan isn’t dead, and was imprisoned instead of being killed, and he knows exactly where and how, and also what Runaan looks like. He got a fistful of that long white hair, which is Runaan’s most distinctive physical trait (out of several, okay), so if anyone ever brings up that hair–Soren included–it’ll be obvious who’s being referred to, and that could direct various characters in their hunt/quest to free/locate him.

But what would he do upon seeing Runaan again? They’ll definitely remember each other. I think the key element will be this: time has passed eventfully for Soren, but it won’t have passed in the same way for Runaan. He’ll be stuck, trapped out of the world, alone with the same thoughts over and over again and no new input to help him grow and change. So Soren will probably have come a long way in his personal development, while Runaan won’t have done much more than spin in circles and rethink his choices.

I think the first thing Runaan would do is go on the defensive–or the offensive–with any weapon he can possibly get his hands on, and the first thing Soren would do is to hold up his hands and say, “Whoa there, Rayla’s Pointy Dad Number Two, I’m not gonna pull your hair this time. Promise.

“And uhh, look. I wanna apologize on behalf of my dad. Viren. The old High Mage who kept you prisoner? I made some bad choices when I listened to him. And what he did to you was wrong. And I was wrong to help him. I thought I was helping my country when I did what he and my sister told me to do. But I ended up hurting people who didn’t deserve it.

“And Rayla–she’s great, by the way, taught me how to sweep the leg and everything–she’s helped me understand a lot about myself.. Because she and I, we have a lot in common. Trying to do the best we can for our dads being one of those things, and all.

“So, what I’m trying to say while you’re still deciding if you’re gonna stab me is this: I’m sorry. I’ve been to the Storm Spire, I’ve lived in Lux Aurea, and I, I get it now. The whole war thing. And, who we are inside it. People like you and me. Warriors, fighting to protect people we love. I’ve learned to see more than I ever thought I could. More than my dad wanted me to.

“So… really please don’t stab me, because I’m just trying to do what my king says: we don’t have to fight back. We don’t have to continue the cycle. You killed my last king, and I couldn’t stop you. And, yeah, that still hurts, not gonna lie. But Ezran’s my king now. And I’d follow him to the ends of the earth. If… the earth… has ends. Geometry wasn’t my best class. Anyway. So how about we talk, you and me, okay, just a couple of badasses, and we’ll try not to fall back on old habits, yeah? Cool. And… how many pushups do you think you can do?”

And Runaan hasn’t said a single word the whole time. He’s just let Soren go on and on and on. But Soren’s been paying attention to Rayla, trying to understand his new ally whenever he can. So he’s been very slowly stepping closer to Runaan, keeping his hands in sight and open, using Rayla’s mannerisms. And that whole message hits Runaan just as hard as hearing Rayla’s name on Soren’s lips. Soren does know Rayla. Knows her well. Things have changed. And he’s going to need to go slow so he doesn’t make a mistake. He’ll never let Soren into his blind spot, but he’ll play along after that show of information. He’ll look Soren up and down and say, “More than you can,” and Soren will grin like a little kid, because he’s just made peace instead of war, and he’s so proud of himself!

Aww, Soren is like hay. He’s great.

Amaya: afawk she hasn’t met Runaan directly, so unless they have some clashy backstory, Amaya’s attitude toward him will be a combination of “This dude killed my brother-in-law/king” and “this dude is my nephew’s girlfriend’s dad”.

By the time Amaya meets Runaan, she’ll know about Rayllum and how strong and steady it’s become. She’ll have Janai by her side. She’ll know about the power of love, and that overt aggression toward Runaan for taking Harrow won’t go over well with Rayla, and maybe not with Callum either. Plus, they’re all trying to move forward in peace, and her relationship with Janai is a big symbol of that. So on one hand, she’s a walking symbol of peace through love. And on the other, she can offer Runaan an olive branch to achieve peace through forgiveness.

A big influence is going to be how well Amaya and Rayla get along. I’d love to see Amaya teaching Rayla ASL because Rayla wants to be able to send silent messages. It’s a very Moonshadow form of communication, and Runaan talks a lot with his hands already, so Rayla’s primed for a new language there, I think. And the more time they spend bonding, the more Amaya’s tolerance will rise.

She may have the hardest time forgiving Runaan, out of everyone. Callum has a huge heart. Ezran is a soft boy through and through. Soren would identify with Rayla pretty strongly, with their dark dads. Gren’s too nice not to feel for Runaan. But Amaya’s whole job has been defending Katolis from elves. And she failed, and her brother-in-law died at Runaan’s hands. So part of her hangup with him will be her own guilt. I’m not sure they’ll ever be friendly.

Callum has more reason to hate Runaan than Amaya, but he’s young and in love with Runaan’s daughter, so he’s got motive and ability to be emotionally flexible. Amaya, for all her love of Janai, might not be quite as flexible toward a Moonshadow assassin whose actions put her nephew on the throne and destabilized Katolis, leaving it vulnerable to a coup and warmongering at Viren’s hands.

So, I think their meeting might go a bit like this: Amaya sees Runaan for the first time after he’s freed. It’s probably not immediately after. He’ll have a chance to find some shirts and eat something, probably heal up as much as he’s going to. And then they’ll come face to face. They’ll warily study each other for a long moment. And then Amaya will shrug and smirk, and Runaan will narrow his eyes, and she’ll punch him as hard as she can, and he’ll let her. Everyone will get caught off guard. Janai and Ethari, if they’re there, will step forward immediately to see to their partners and eye each other warily. But it’ll be Amaya and Runaan who tell them to calm down. Everything just got worked out, as much as it’s ever going to be.

Unless someone attacks Rayllum. Then I’ll get my cherished hc of Runaan and Amaya fighting back to back. It won’t matter what they’re fighting against. They’ll both be all in. Trusting Rayllum’s other stabby parent would definitely bond them more than anything else ever could.

And now for my sweet boy Gren: Gren is really empathetic, and he knows what Runaan’s last days before the coin were like. Gren had it easy--food, water, light, getting to stand up, not having to endure the odd magical experiment. Runaan wasn’t so lucky. We all saw the level of concern Gren had for his fellow prisoner down the hallway when Runaan started screaming. We saw his horror as he realized what Viren had done and how Runaan was still alive inside that creepy tiny prison coin.

Gren probably didn’t get a very good look at Runaan in the coin, but he’s very good with voices, and he’d recognize Runaan’s in a heartbeat. He could hear everything he and Viren said down the hall. He knew to ask about Xadian fruit, which means he overheard the “Moonshadow elf thing” comment. He knew darn well that Runaan was a Moonshadow--could easily guess that he was one of the assassins--and he was still horrified at his fate. Gren doesn’t carry a weapon--he prefers to talk. And talk and talk and talk. I bet there are plenty of things Gren wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy, and getting coined is one of them now.

So this poor soft dungeon boy, who called down the hall trying to get Runaan to chat and never got an answer, only heard him talking to Viren, what would his reaction be upon seeing Runaan again? Upon hearing him?

Gren would wait for all the “more important” people to speak to Runaan first. Janai, Amaya, Rayla and Callum. And then he’d step forward when Runaan was available and try to have a quick word. He’d stand mirroring Runaan, trying to use Moonshadow body language as best he could. Maybe he picked some of it up from Rayla. And he’d want to speak, but have no real idea what to say.

“Hey. I’m glad you’re okay. What Viren did to you was... wrong. Really wrong. No one should have to go through that, no matter what. I... just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I... would’ve helped you out... but...” And here Gren gets caught up in his own memories. He’d tried to stay positive in the dungeon, and he could help himself all day long, but he couldn’t help the guy screaming down the hall. Gren’s no pushover, but that whole experience was really hard for him. The walls of that dungeon start to close in around him again.

“You did,” Runaan says. Reluctantly, but not unkindly. He was too busy trying to hunger strike to appreciate Gren’s overtures of friendliness, but once in the coin, Runaan had ages to contemplate every tiny detail of his imprisonment and what led to it. And Gren would be a bafflingly bright spot. No discernible motive. Just a soft, genuine human who tried to cheer Runaan up despite knowing who he was and what he had done.

And that’s all the encouragement Gren needs. He got to be helpful and communicate and do something good, and that’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He’ll glue himself to Runaan’s side for as long as the elf will put up with him, trying to learn as much as he can about Moonshadows. And Runaan will let him, for the most part, because the true measure of a person is how they treat someone who can do nothing for them. And when Runaan could offer Gren absolutely nothing in the dungeon, Gren offered him kindness and consideration. That’s worth a little bit of Moonshadow trust, and Gren will eagerly use what he leans from Runaan to aid in his ability to make peaceful overtures between Xadia and Katolis.

I think that in general, human reactions to Runaan will be muted by the existence of Rayllum. If Rayla weren’t his daughter, and if Callum weren’t her boyfriend, then I do think some characters would react more angrily to him. But Rayllum is bringing peace and holding it together as the first link, and no one wants to challenge that and cause war again over an enemy combatant who was doing his job by taking out a kingkiller. In the face of Rayllum’s peace and love, Runaan will probably get a bit softer of a landing than he deserves. The humans will get a chance to do what Ezran did: to forgive instead of striking back.

#soren #amaya #gren #runaan #tdp speculation #tdp #asks #janai #ethari #callum #rayla #ezran #viren

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flyaway-33 · 5 years ago

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Queen Rock Hogwarts: Chapter One

Queen Hogwarts AU based off of this headcanon.

Crossposted on AO3 under username Flyaway_33

Chapter One: I Want to Break Free

Roger was a small boy. He was at least a head shorter than all his peers and couldn’t keep up well in sports, simply just being too small and vulnerable compared to other boys his age. Though he was athletic and energetic, his size inhibited him more than he cared to think about. He knew he was different, small— weak, even, but he also knew he had abilities other kids didn’t have. First of all, he was incredibly musically talented, and second, he was a wizard.

He knew about magic but his father forbid it. Roger, his mother, and his sister were punished any time they mentioned or exhibited magic. Roger’s mother had hidden her abilities for years because she had fallen in love with a muggle and his father never knew until one day when Roger was seven, he began to exhibit magical abilities having broken his bedroom window just with a scream during a temper tantrum. Another time when he was upset with his sister because she lost one of his toy cars, he accidentally made a dish of water fly off the kitchen counter and spill over her head. His father witnessed both inexplicable events, and in a moment of bravery, his mother told him the truth: that she and both their children were magical. That was the first time Roger saw his father hit his mother, and the first time his father had grabbed him by the collar and called him a freak, forbidding him to acknowledge his abilities. His little sister, who at that point still hadn’t discovered her abilities was spared from the violence, and Roger had vowed then that, should she really be magical too, he would keep her safe.

Thus began the lying game. Winnie kept her children safe by teaching them how to control their abilities. They never spoke of magic because even the smallest hint of it would send their father into a violent rage. Roger and Clare’s abilities were ignored and discouraged. They were taught to pretend they weren’t special, that they weren’t different. They pretended that magic didn’t exist, because every time one of them lost their temper or were frightened and a little magic would slip out, they could be sure to be put in their place by their father. They pretended until Roger’s eleventh birthday when their father wasn’t home, an owl flew in through their open kitchen window and dropped a heavy letter on the table, immediately swooping over their heads and out the window, gone as quick as it had appeared. It was addressed to Mister Roger Taylor in flawless script and a wax seal with an unfamiliar crest stamped into it kept the envelope shut.

Five days later at Kings Cross was a hard one. Roger’s mother Winnie, who desperately created a facade that she was sending the Roger to a boarding school for troubled kids, had snuck both children out of the house early that morning so that she could take them shopping in Diagon Alley for the supplies Roger needed for the real school she was sending him off to: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a culture shock for the frightened siblings and they were glued to each others’ sides all day as Winnie led them through the streets filled with odd sights, sounds, and characters. His mother and sister cried when they sent Roger, clad in his neatest, yet still too big, maroon sweater and khaki uniform pants off onto the looming Scarlett train at King’s Cross, but Winnie was relieved that her boy could go somewhere he could learn to be himself without being punished for it.

“Hello, darling. This seat taken?”

Roger sat alone in one of the train’s compartments facing the empty bench across from him. He was both frightened and excited all the same, and was bound and determined to make friends, so when the scrawny boy with dark tresses, buck teeth, and olive skin poked his head through the door of the compartment Roger gave his bravest smile and welcomed the boy in. The boy traipsed into the compartment revealing more of himself to Roger. He was a slight boy dressed in an emerald green polo and neat, black uniform pants. A rather large, silver embroidered serpent glittered menacingly from his left breast pocket and what appeared to be a small ruby glinted as its eye.

“Hi, I’m Roger,” he silently cursed his high, breathy voice as he stuck his hand out. The boy gave him a toothy grin and shook it once.

“Freddie.” He answered confidently. “I’m a second year Slytherin. Are you ready to be sorted? Oh, I just can’t wait to see everyone join their houses!” He exclaimed, plopping down onto the seat across from Roger. “It’s such an exciting event, finding out where you’ll be for the next seven years! Oh, you must be excited darling, aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure, I dunno much about any of this.” Roger nervously looked down at his sneakers, a ratty old pair of chucks. His feet didn’t even touch the floor of the compartment due to his small size, and he felt sub-par sitting across from Freddie’s immaculate outfit. “Just found out I was going to be allowed to come here five days ago, actually.”

“What do you mean you just found out? Are your parents muggles?” Freddie looked utterly confused as his eyes searched the tiny blond boy before him.

“What’s a muggle?”

“They must be,” Freddie sighed, his face falling into a brooding expression, “Its a non-magic person.”

“Oh, no, my mother is a witch, apparently. Dad is a muggle, then, I guess.”

“Apparently?”

“Yeah. We never really talked about it but she has… abilities… like my sister and me.”

“Ah. I see.” Freddie gave him a strange look for a moment as though he were reading him like a book before his expression changed in an instant and the toothy, mischievous grin returned. “You’re a half-blood, then. Lovely. I’m pure blood, my parents are descended from a prestigious line of ancient Indian Parsi wizarding families.”

“Oh.” Roger hummed, unsure of what any of that meant. Was Freddie better than him because of his pure-blood heritage? That’s what it sounded like, but Roger wasn’t offended, he just wanted to figure things out before he made a fool of himself.

“Hey, Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you— uh, could you tell me about this, this school? I don’t know anything about it. I’m going into all this completely blind.” He felt tears welling in his eyes and a lump forming in his throat, but he forced it all back, determined to preserve his pride and protect himself in this strange new culture. He was terrified, but he knew he had to stay strong, he’d always had to hide his emotions at home for risk of accidentally triggering his magic, and that never ended well. Though he struggled to conceal his anger or frustration whenever those emotions welled up, he was excellent at hiding his fear and sadness. As a small, young boy who had only turned eleven five days ago he certainly had the steely emotional composure of a much older boy. Conceal, don’t feel.

“Of course, darling.” Freddie’s kind, warm eyes softened and raked over the small boy, a combination of pity and hopefulness shining through them. He’d noticed the brief emotion in Roger’s expression but he chose not to comment directly and instead Freddie spoke as though he knew everything he was feeling. Those brown eyes looked like they were peering into Roger’s soul. As he began to explain the school, he proceeded in a chronological order, explaining to the small boy what he would see as he arrived at the school, what the houses were, and what to expect in his first classes.

The two boys spent the rest of the train ride in deep conversation as Freddie explained everything he could bring to mind about the magical school as Roger sat listening, starry-eyed and asking a plethora of questions. They’d been engrossed in conversation for at least an hour when a lanky boy with a wild halo of dark pin curls surrounding his head unceremoniously threw open the compartment door and glided in. He was dressed in clean, dark black robes and a neat blue and bronze tie: not a thing about his outfit wasn’t perfectly in place.

“Hello. I’m Brian,” he stuck his hand out for Roger to shake as he peered down his nose at the child, “Second year Ravenclaw. And you are?”

“Roger. First year.” He took his hand and gave it a firm shake, hoping his feigned confidence would mask how overwhelmed he felt inside.

“Well, lovely to meet you, mate. Looking forward to seeing where you end up.” Brian then turned to Freddie. “Oi, you need to put on your robes, we’re nearly there.” Then back to Roger. “You too, Roger, but keep your sweater underneath, you’ll be sailing across the lake. Tradition for first years. Can’t have you freezing your arse off if we can avoid it, yeah?”

“Oh, okay. Th-thanks for the heads up.” Roger’s eyes had gone wide and he felt panic swelling in his chest. He couldn’t swim.

“Ah yes, the boats.” Freddie mused. “Brian and I met on the train last year and sailed over together. Nasty weather we had. He fell in and caught pneumonia, imagine that.”

“What?!” Roger squeaked before recomposing himself. “I mean… How did that happen?”

“Oh we were messing around,” Freddie laughed, examining his fingernails in an aloof manner. “My fault, really. He was trying to stop me from putting my head in the lake. It was a dare from another boy who ended up in Slytherin with me.”

Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You won’t fall in, just don’t be an idiot and don’t interfere with other idiots. Go on now, get dressed.” Brian turned on his heel and waved his hand in a passive goodbye as he glided out the door.

“Bossy, isn’t he, Rog?” Freddie asked with a mischievous smile as he dug through his satchel for his robes.

“Mhm.” Roger hummed in affirmation as he got his own robes out. Where Freddie’s had the crest of what he’d told Roger was Slytherin House’s, Roger’s simply had the Hogwarts crest. He wondered where he would end up, seeing as he couldn’t label himself with any of the attributes Freddie had described for the houses when he was explaining Hogwarts. He guessed the sorting hat would just have to choose at random.

Roger stood among the other first years with his arms wrapped around himself, trembling from a combination of excitement and fear as he watched the largest man he’d ever seen in his life direct the children into a fleet of small row boats. The man was intimidating with his booming voice but he wasn’t what had him so worked up. It was his fear of drowning that struck fear into his heart as he was shepherded toward the dark, murky lake. He desperately looked around for anyone to talk to so that he could distract himself, and his eyes landed on a lanky, slouching boy who was standing by himself close by.

The boy had reddish brown hair that grew past his ears and wore a focused yet nervous look on his face. Roger was very social and wasted no time stepping over to him with a cocky smile to mask his fear.

“What a welcome, eh?” He chuckled, desperate to start a conversation, but his voice shook ever so slightly. ‘Damn it, Roger.’ he thought to himself, clenching his jaw as he waited for a response.

“Yeah, quite lovely,” replied the boy sarcastically with a very obviously northern accent. “Though I’d much rather join the general population in those charmed buggies.

Roger glanced over to where Freddie had split off to where large carriages seemed to be pulled along by nothing. It sent a shiver down his spine, but the prospect of being in a self propelling carriage seemed much less frightening than the idea of being thrown overboard and drowning, so he nodded in agreement.

“The name’s Roger.” he grumbled as he tightened his arms around himself nervously.

“John.” The other boy hummed. “You alright there, Roger?”

The boys had been directed into the last row boat with a few other first years, but there were no oars to be seen. Roger gulped as his trembling worsened, but he kept his expression stony, his jaw set, as they stepped on. “I’m— I’m fine, John.”

John’s expression softened. “No need to be scared, mate.” He said in a low voice so others wouldn’t hear. “Its just magic.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Yes you are. If it makes you feel better, I’m scared too.”

Roger raised his eyebrows and glanced over at John in question.

“I’m scared I won’t make friends.”

“You’ve just made one. I’m scared of falling in and drowning.”

John smiled at roger’s sentiment. “You won’t. We lucked out with the weather. Just sit, we’ll be there soon.”

Their boat began to glide forward completely unaided and Roger held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He peeked one eye open as cool air blew through his hair in an almost soothing manner, and he relaxed as he realized how steady the boat felt beneath him. His confidence grew and he leaned his face into the wind, his eyes heavy, savoring the sweet earthy smell of the air, so unlike the sea breeze back home. He felt strangely comforted by the new scent and had a strong sense of hope in his heart. This was a new beginning.

The whirlwind of emotions Roger felt when he stepped foot in Hogwarts for the first time nearly knocked him off his feet. After years of hiding his magic while his father literally fought tooth and nail to keep him ‘normal’, he’d felt like he was finally home. He was finally free.

A head shorter than all the other first years, he got lost in the sea of excited children on the way up to the front of the great hall. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the immense ceiling that seemed to vanish into the stars of the clear night sky, lost in the awe and wonder of all these new magical sights and sounds. There was uproarious chatter of housemates reuniting after a summer apart, and what appeared to be ghosts floating around the Great Hall greeting students as the first years were led to the front. He was overwhelmed, taking it all in as sorting began and he neglected to pay attention until a familiar name was called and his new friend left his side.

“John Deacon” rang the shrill witch’s voice from beside the stool where the sorting hat sat in waiting.

A fold in the hat seemed to open up in a smile as the hat settled on John’s head. “Hufflepuff!” It shouted in a clear, booming voice.

Great. All his friends were in different houses. What was he supposed to hope for? Roger scanned the hall in search for Freddie and Brian as John shuffled toward the Hufflepuff table which was adorned with cheery yellow banners with equally as cheery students welcoming him in. He spotted Brian’s curly mop at the Ravenclaw table swathed in a sea of blue, but had a harder time finding Freddie as the Slytherin table was farther away and Freddie had a significantly less noticeable silhouette. He looked hard at the far table, narrowing his eyes in attempt to focus them enough to pick out his friend as he silently cursed his poor eyesight. He noticed a shape at the end of the table that resembled Freddie. He and another figure who appeared to be a young girl with auburn hair were greeting first years warmly as they joined the house.

Roger was soon lost in thought once more as his gaze traveled over the students and professors surrounding him. Names were called, children sorted, and the cloud of first years soon dwindled down to just Roger and a few other boys. The one beside him was the closest Roger could see to being almost as short as him, which was a bit of a comfort. He had a curtain of straight, black hair hiding most of his features from the side, and he had been eerily quiet and still during the sorting. Roger glanced at him curiously, as the boy seemed to not care at all as his name was called “Severus Snape” and he was sorted into Slytherin before the hat was even fully on his head. He seemed to have known where he was going and had a near painful air of indifference.

Then Roger remembered that S was right before T, and that meant—

“Roger Taylor.” He was next.

His mind went blank as he set his jaw in determination and straightened to his full height, head held high. With as much feigned confidence as he could muster, he marched up to the stool and hopped up onto it as the witch lowered the hat onto his head, his feet swinging above the floor in false merriness as he waited for his answer. The hat must’ve been thinking, of course. Roger didn’t know where he belonged either, he couldn’t blame it. But then—

“Gryffindor!” It shouted with grandeur. The table draped in scarlet erupted with cheers and Roger jumped down off the stool as a small smile played at his lips. What had Freddie called this house? The courageous ones? His smile grew as he approached the table. He was home.

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miss-m-calling · 7 years ago

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Chocolate Box 2018 letter

Requesting (fic for all three):

Black Sails (Miranda Barlow/John Silver)

Jack Irish (Simone Bendtsen/Jack Irish)

Starred Up (Oliver Baumer/Eric Love )

Black Sails

Miranda Barlow/John Silver

I recently fell into this canon head-first and found myself with a special fondness for this ship, although they never really interact in canon at all. I definitely see it as an early seasons ship, not just because Miranda was, you know, alive, but because the early Silver was the ever-scheming trickster with a smile and a smart-allecky comment always up his sleeve, ever ready to lie, cheat, steal, and murder to his best advantage, yet already with glimpses of a capacity to care about people other than himself. What I’m saying is, he was fun to have around in a way the later Silver somewhat lost as the price of his character development.

We know Miranda has an eye for a handsome man. I suspect S1-2 Silver totally would bed the captain’s woman if he thought he could get away with it or it could be a way to manipulate Flint, only Miranda is smart and pragmatic, has a core of pure steel, and can see right through Silver, which I’m convinced she would. Unlike Flint, Miranda has done her grieving and she’s so ready to move on and feel alive again. Not saying that Silver would become another great love of hers, but they could have fun. He’d make her laugh. After years of Flint’s moods, Silver would be so easy to get along with. The sex could be great and not angsty or merely dutiful. He’d inevitably find an angle to play, but then Miranda’s no stranger to maneuvering around and with people, so maybe she’d find that his manipulative ways are half the fun. They might even fall in love for real, though that’s not a requirement, and I definitely don’t think love would be the same as absolute trust in this case. (Also I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make the relationship revolve around their shared fixation on Flint, or focus on Miranda’s angst about Thomas or the legacy of Thomas/Flint. These can be mentioned, but I’d prefer that doesn’t hijack the story.)

Prompts:

-Flint sends Silver to Miranda with a message or on an errand, and thinks nothing more of it (or possibly he wants Miranda’s assessment of how much he can trust the “new cook”). But then Silver and Miranda are intrigued by each other and start finding excuses to see each other again. Bonus points if they orchestrate encounters in a way which allows them both to pretend they don’t actually want to see each other again, it just happened, sometimes things just happen but now that they’re both here they might as well take advantage of this opportunity, etc.

-S2 divergence: James dies at Charles Town, and Miranda lives. Silver may or may not lose a leg. Silver and Miranda have to assume at least temporary leadership of the crew in order to get everyone safely back to Nassau. Do they become pirate co-captains or lady captain and her quartermaster? Do they dissolve the crew and try for a different life? Do they make a play for the Urca gold, after Silver confesses his double-dealing to an angry, grieving Miranda (Jack maybe doesn’t capture the gold, it’s still up for grabs, or if Jack does how does that play out)? I mention lower down I’d prefer no angsty sex for these two, but in this scenario I could see any sex that may happen being, at least at first, angry and angsty, but also conducive to emotional healing.

-Actual witch!Miranda. I mean storybook witch, with a cauldron in which she brews that invulnerability potion for Flint and possibly some broom-flying, rather than a Wiccan or another kind of real witch. Maybe she needs a human participant or human-sourced ingredients for some of her most powerful spells, and since Flint isn’t really comfortable with magic Miranda decides that the new ship’s cook will do, only magic has a way of binding people together more closely than they intended. Or maybe she attempts to bind a familiar, hoping for a cat or a bird, and the magic picks Silver, much to her (and his) initial consternation? Maybe Miranda doesn’t really know what she’s doing, she used to dabble in London but hasn’t tried making a spell in years and has none of her books of magic with her, or she’s heard the crew’s rumors about her and decided to give this whole magic thing a go, and oops it actually works! Either way, there would definitely be snark and “if I give you X for a spell, what’s in it for me?”

-Flint respected and cared about Miranda, but also kept her waiting on the sidelines while he did stuff. Gimme Miranda and Silver at a point where they trust each other, maybe not completely, but enough that they can scheme together, where she is impressed by his quick wits but she’ll also tell him when one of his plans is likely to go wrong in XYZ different ways. Then, obviously, they execute a plan/heist by drawing on their combined skill sets.

-Fucking someone is easy. Sleeping the night through next to that person is hard.

-Speaking of which: sex. With or without plot. In the bed, in the kitchen, in Nassau, on The Walrus when the rest of the crew is on shore-leave, or a stolen moment during the journey to Charles Town. First times, later times. Any position is good, I’ll just mention a couple possibilities: Cunnilingus with a side of mind games. Pegging. Fingering (of either by either). Intense (emotionally and physically) PIV. I could see them both initiating sex and wanting to “direct traffic” at one time or another, both wanting to keep up a front but then being ambushed by actual emotion and vulnerability. Let it be happy and giggly, or passionate, or playful, or unexpectedly tender, or seemingly casual and then very emotional and heartfelt – just please don’t let it be angsty.

-Miranda discovers she likes to get her fingers in Silver’s hair during sex, both gently and not. He likes it too, which is not to say he’ll necessarily admit he likes it.

-Sexual role-play: the demure lady abducted by a wicked pirate, only it turns out the lady’s resistance is symbolic at best. Who gets to play the lady and who the pirate is entirely open. If Miranda’s the lady, I suspect early seasons!Silver’s attempts at being menacing and dominating may make her break character for a giggle – and if Miranda’s the pirate menacing the demure and naïve, er, young gentleman, I’ll just say that I think she should wear Silver’s clothes (after washing them or making him bring a spare set).

Two general points: whatever you end up writing, please don’t kill off Miranda or imply she dies “off-screen.” Let her live to fuck Silver another day. Also, I love Flint/Miranda in all their angsty glory, and I love all the intense, complicated emotion of Flint & Silver and the potential of Flint/Silver. I know I said not to make the fic revolve around Flint’s influence on their lives, but I’m fine with Flint in a walk-on role, if you want to write that. I don’t see him making too big a fuss, Miranda definitely treats her brief affair with the pastor as her business and her business alone – I can see Flint being exasperated that Silver hanging around Miranda is now a thing, or suspicious of Silver’s intentions but also trusting Miranda to handle it.

Jack Irish

Simone Bendtsen/Jack Irish

I enjoyed this show a lot: how often and unexpectedly funny it was, how absorbing the mysteries were even when I didn’t buy every plot twist, how the canon treated complicated adult relationships as complicated and adult, how everyone wound up in a better place by the end than they’d been at the start but this didn’t always (or almost ever, really) mean a conventional HEA. I liked the intricate plots and all the Australian details of the setting, but I loved especially the character interactions and the ensemble cast, and these two reminded me of couples from old screwball comedies in how they played off each other.

Jack: dryly funny, tragic backstory but not overburdened with it, bit of a lone wolf but also with a lot of very different, good people in his life, sometimes his own worst enemy, not an alpha male at all and that’s just fine. And Simone, oh I loved Simone: smart, snarky, motor-mouthed, independent but also wanting to be taken care of a bit, somewhat socially awkward, hypercompetent, self-deprecating. I started shipping them right at the start (the “do you always talk this fast?” “do you always listen this slow?” exchange), loved how they keep needling and bantering easily, how during the time skip between seasons they become super close and rely on each other as both coworkers and friends. I have different degrees of tolerance for their canon relationships, so feel free to ignore or handwave those, and anyway: Jack knows Simone well enough to buy her a vintage Han Solo figurine in original packaging as a wedding present – and then promptly gets mistaken for her new husband!

Prompts:

-Casefic! Between Simone’s investigative skills and Jack’s willingness to get beaten up a lot and his sorta action skills, there’s nothing they can’t solve.

-Jack brings Simone along on a stakeout or a road-trip to run down money Harry’s owed. There’s banter. Lots of banter. And possibly falling asleep in the car.

-Simone gets to interact with Cam and Harry, or with the old codgers at Jack’s local. Whether she and Jack are together or not, everyone can see it.

-Show me them growing close during the time between seasons: how they went from him calling her always “Miss Bendtsen” and teasing her about her dating profile handle to her wanting him at her wedding.

-Canon divergence: Jack goes to Manila to investigate the Holman-Dang Bank and brings Simone along, or calls/Skypes her for snarky consultations and finally asks her to fly out and help him. Danger, thrills, bringing down an international crime syndicate, and possibly sex ensue. Bonus points if they work together with Marek/Orton, he of the dry wit and the extensive local knowledge. Or Jack and Simone take part in some handwavy local ritual and wake up married.

-Takeout and movie night. There is banter, of course. All the banter. And probably some whiskey too.

-Instead of the council forcing Jack to move his horse out of his yard, he enlists Simone in helping him smuggle the horse (to a paddock on Melbourne’s outskirts, or another temporary shelter as ill-suited as Jack’s yard had been) in the middle of the night. If one or both of them end up riding the horse, all the better.

-Their first time. Especially if it’s a little awkward, and a little funny, and maybe they had a few drinks to psyche themselves up, and maybe they’re still figuring out whether they’re better as friends or they have real potential as a couple – and it ends up being enjoyable despite their hang-ups and insecurities.

Starred Up

Oliver Baumer/Eric Love

I liked what the movie did with the father-son relationship and its influence on both men’s character development – but I really wish they hadn’t got Oliver out of the action before the story’s climax (not like that!). The final denouement with Love father and Love son was great, as was the hint at the end that Eric learned something in anger-management group and has a support network that will help him a lot, but I would have wanted to see more of the intriguing dynamic between Eric and Oliver - the intelligent, semi-feral, yet not-incorrigible, young thug and the educated, dedicated, kind yet aware of his own potential for violence, slightly older counselor. I would love to see Oliver return to holding his group in prison, so the two of them can interact more, either in the movie’s immediate aftermath or years down the line (it was hinted that Eric will be serving a very long sentence).

Prompts:

-More scenes from anger management or the free-flowing conversations in group, either with the other men present (because I loved their group dynamics, their training in anger management techniques, and their ribald, un-PC, yet constructive talk) or in a one-on-one session between Oliver and Eric.

-An oblique or open-but-undramatic admission of love/investment/affection/desire, or just a declaration that they both know there’s something there but they probably don’t want to name it, get into the details, and it’s too frustrating given their circumstances, but they both know and accept it’s there - well, I would love that.

-Dirty talk: used for arousal, as a defense mechanism, as a form of flirtation. Eric using slurs to assert dominance, and Oliver not letting him hide behind foul language, when he can use other kinds of colorful language to express actual emotion and sexual interest. There could definitely be some verbal taunting/flirting about who wants/is eager to do what or is good at doing something. There may be some sniping comments about logistics and (lack of) condoms and barebacking and what men get up to in prison. There probably wouldn’t be deep discussions about sexual identity.

-An emergency in the prison requires a lock-down, so Oliver gets temporarily stuck in Eric’s cell or another room with only Eric for company. Sex ensues. It could be a few months after the movie, or it could be after Eric has had some time to become a fully mature adult. Eric might seem like the logical initiator and/or dominant partner, but then Oliver might (or might not!) surprise him and is definitely the one more in touch with himself.

-Eric is eventually (handwave it so he gets early parole or make it happen years and years down the line) released and crashes with Oliver while he adjusts to the outside world, and there’s awkwardness, probably some male chest-thumping, and eventually fucking. The sex could be pretty rough or go-for-it-no-frills, yet enthusiastic and eager and unexpectedly tender (even if either or both don’t want to admit it).

-A progression/escalation of sexual contact over a series of encounters, possibly starting with just words or masturbation (of oneself or the other or mutual) or some other form of arousal, to blowjobs and who already knows how to give them and who expects them as a given and who learns how to give them, and ending in full-on screwing. Or any one of these individual moments, really!

-At some point, probably not their first time but when they’re used to each other and have a chance to take their time and have real privacy, Oliver ignores Eric’s come-on-already and goes super slow, to make Eric fall apart with pleasure *and* have an actual emotional reaction to sexual intimacy, which he wouldn’t be able to brush off as just of the moment.

LIKES:

I love pre-canon, canon, post-canon, canon-divergent, and “missing scene from canon” stories. I love character-driven and plot-driven stories equally, and I love fics which mix humor and angst/serious business when appropriate for the canon.

I love irony, snark, 5+1 stories, long fic and short fic, bittersweet endings, hopeful endings, happy endings, unhappy-but-stoic (in terms of where the characters end up) endings, ambiguous or and-the-adventure-continues endings, canon-fitting humor, characters who are their own worst enemies as well as those who learn to get over themselves, characters with conflicting values which may or may not be reconciled/resolved in a believable and IC way, characters who treat each other with respect and as equals even if they hate/annoy/can’t stand/love to dislike each other.

I love workplace stories (this can mean anything from an office/procedural setting to anything that revolves around the canon world in which the characters live) in which the characters are competent and dedicated to the job, and while they may not be exactly friends and they may well irritate one another, they still manage to rub along to get the job done and maybe even grow to care about one another (much to their surprise and sometimes reluctance/discomfort). For friendship and family dynamics, I love to see how the many layers long relationships of this kind can play out: the recrimination, the regrets, the humor, the love.

In terms of ship dynamics, I love (where it fits the characters) banter, competitiveness or antagonism or a degree of distrust shading into attraction (this tension need not be resolved), bickering yet loving couples, faithfulness, characters who are serious about their romantic interests, characters who think they are much better at flirtation than they actually are, characters forced to work together only to prove much more compatible than they initially assumed, fics which mix an exploration of characters’ professional and everyday lives with shipping.

I don’t have any very specific likes for smut, other than smut fitting the characters – show me how their canon dynamics spill over into the bedroom (or other place of congress). Let me hear their canon voices during the sex, either in POV narration or in dialogue.

Oral, vaginal, anal, manual (ifyouknowwhatImean) – it’s all good, go as veiled or as explicit as you like. Things which are all great: kissing, foreplay, seduction, a bit of sexual teasing, daring each other to go further, asking one’s partner to verbalize their desires.

I like sexual scenarios that subvert expectations a little and surprise the characters themselves (e.g., the person who’s usually quiet or more passive taking charge, the more aggressive person goes with it possibly snarking or commenting on it as long as they can). I also like sexual scenarios that contain an element of competition, antagonism, people having to overcome their own inhibitions or insecurity by just bulling through to where they can let themselves enjoy it, oh-god-this-is-a-bad-idea-but-we’re-going-for-it, I-hate-that-I-want-you-oooh-don’t-stop. Not wanting to admit feelings or show vulnerability except oops it happens anyway, whether the characters acknowledge it or not, or just people getting way more into it or being more affected by it than they thought they would. Also situations in which people have been acting competitive or fine-fine-shut-up-already and then jump into the sex with great enthusiasm even if still snarking. Also situations in which people who’ve wanted each other for a long time but couldn’t admit or act on it for reasons – and maybe weren’t sure or wouldn’t let themselves believe the desire was mutual – finally get a chance to do it, and it’s intense and emotional.

DNWs:

Hard kinks, MPREG, A/B/O, knotting, D/s, incest, genderswap and genderbent characters, ace/aro/trans/non-binary headcanons, non-con and dub-con, torture and abuse, dwelling on bodily fluids (mentions of gore and come are fine, but no loving detail please), vore, underage, toilet humor, character bashing, soulmates and soul marks, major character death (unless it’s canon – Miranda dying is the exception, in fic she lives!), pregnancy and children as the lynchpin of the story, characters agonizing over/analyzing/dwelling on their or others’ sexuality as if it’s the sum total of their existence, secondary characters acting like shipping the main pair is their be all and end all, teeth-rotting fluff and schmoop, issuefic, fic written in the first or second person, holiday setting or theme, fics which revolve around weddings and birthdays, AUs which have nothing to do with canon (cop characters working in a coffee shop, high-school janitor characters in space, etc.)

#chocolate box fic exchange #dear author letter #chocolate box 2018

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multiracialmedia-blog · 7 years ago

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Parent of a Multiracial Kid? Here are 7 Key Hair Tips you need to know.

A few years ago I realized that my daughter was walking around with her hair looking a hot mess. I realized quickly that I needed to learn how to do her hair, and do it well.

I am a White woman, married to a Black man. We have 2 mixed / multiracial / biracial children. I have felt the pressure to make sure my children look put together because I knew we were already under a microscope of judgement from others and I didn’t want to add “she has her kids out here looking raggedy” on top of the pile of opinions.

Because of this I decided to learn as much as I can. Being raised in a diverse neighborhood and growing up around my Black girlfriends getting their hair done combined with my own Type A research skills already had me set up better than some other parents out there who may be reading this. I also am lucky to be close to my husband’s family so I have been able to ask them (especially my sister-in-law Salley Nycole Crews) questions when I wasn’t sure what to do.

So I started my own page, The Mixed Mama Blog, to share what I have learned with others that may not have the resources I do. Now I am here to share this information with the Multiracial Media audience. To start out we decided a post on Multiracial Hair Care Basics would be a good beginning. If there are any specific topics you are interested in learning about or reading please let me know either down in the comments below or by emailing me directly at: [email protected] with “Multiracial Media Column Question” as your Subject line.

7 Key Hair Tips you NEED to know

(Disclosure – This post may contain affiliate links but all opinions are my own)

1 – THROW AWAY THE BRUSH

Seriously parents. Do NOT brush your kids hair. Unless they are one of the few multiracial kids that don’t have any curl in their hair. But if they are like a majority of biracial kids then do.not.ever. brush their hair. It should only be combed while wet. My personal favorite comb is the Conair Wide Tooth Shower Comb.

2 – CONDITION, CONDITION, CONDITION

You should be using some form of, some combination of, some concoction of conditioner. Whether that is a leave-in, or moisturizing conditioner in the bath, and/or a deep conditioner. Honestly I recommend doing all of the above. If you would like to find out more specifics of some of the products I recommend you can check out my post CHEAT SHEET- Mixed Kid Hair Care – The Basics .

3 – FIND AN OIL THAT WORKS FOR THEIR HAIR

You have probably heard of the LOC or LCO method. The method basically means LIQUID. OIL. CONDITIONER or LIQUID. CONDITIONER. OIL. Its a layering technique to seal in moisture. The thing is though…. not all oils work for all hair. Try out different kinds until you figure out what works. Check out this post for a list of Top Hair Oils.

4 – LEARN A SIMPLE PROTECTIVE HAIR STYLE

Mixed kids hair has special needs and precautions you have to take as a parent. It is your responsibility to learn them. One of the basics is to keep their hair in a protective style, especially at night time while they sleep, or while they are swimming, or running around playing. This will help prevent knots and keep their hair healthy. If you need some ideas I have already done a few simple tutorial posts that you can check out here, here, and here on The Mixed Mama Blog.

Finding a hair salon nearby or making friends with someone who knows how to do natural hair is also a must have if you don’t know how to do hair.

5 – DO NOT OVERWASH HAIR!

Simply put… multiracial/curly hair has different needs than other races hair. I could technically wash my hair everyday and it would be fine. But… if I washed my kids hair everyday?! It would be SO DRY. Don’t do it. We wash once per week. But that is only because my daughter has a more oily scalp like I do. When we wash we use a nourishing shampoo and only shampoo her roots. ONLY THE ROOTS. Some people can go even longer without washing. Figure out what works for your children and don’t be afraid to try something that is different.

6 – MAKE A REFRESH SPRAY

Ok… what am I even talking about. Basically go to the dollar store, get a spray bottle, and fill it with water, some hair oil, and some conditioner, shake up, and use this throughout the week. This can be used in between washes to help “refresh” the hair and add some moisture. This also makes it easier to re-do hairstyles and revive curls mid-week. Even if we could go an entire week without doing my daughter’s hair, we usually re-do it at least once during the week to try to prevent knots. But that just happens to be what works for us. There are also pre-made sprays out there that you can use. We have a couple that we like and love: Soft & Precious Baby Products – Detangling Moisturizer and Lusti Organics – Olive Oil Hair Sheen.

7 – TEACH YOUR KIDS TO LOVE THEIR HAIR

This is the MOST IMPORTANT tip in my opinion. We as parents have the responsibility to teach our children to love their hair. Even if it is different than all the other kids in school, even if they want straight hair like you, even if it makes them stand out. Teach them that their uniqueness is GREAT. I don’t know how many times I’ve read parents wanting to straighten their kids hair because they want to be like the other kids in school. In my mind this teaches them that they have to change who they are to be like others. NOOOOO. NO. NO. NO. NO. Our biracial, multiracial, mixed, curly kids are already going to have to face so much resistance in their lives for their differences. Start as young as possible teaching them to be proud and accepting of their traits. Especially vulnerable will be our multiracial daughters and sons with black mixed in. Society tells black/brown people that their natural/curly hair isn’t professional, isn’t acceptable, isn’t desirable… We have to fight that! I want my children to love their natural hair. It is our responsibility as parents to try as hard as we can to accomplish that.

Comment from HD Young that stood out to me on the original post that started this whole column on Multiracial Media

BONUS TIP: Get a satin sleep cap for your kids hair at night time or a satin pillow case. Also… put it into braids before bed.

Disclaimer- I am not a professional… this is just what I’ve learned through research and trial & error. We are always learning and I am not afraid to admit if I am wrong and made a mistake. It’s ok if you do too. We, as parents, aren’t perfect. That’s ok. As long as we try as hard as we can for our children.

Again, if there are any specific topics you are interested in learning about or reading please let me know either down in the comments below or by emailing me directly at: [email protected] with “Multiracial Media Column Question” as your Subject line.

Thanks for reading and good luck!

Parent of a Multiracial Kid? Here are 7 Key Hair Tips you need to know. if you want to check out other voices of the Multiracial Community click here Multiracial Media

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