#that is a biracial black girl with a white mama

[warwickroyals]

THE WAY I THOUGHT THIS WAS MEANT TO BE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS FOR A SEC

You have GOT to be kidding me

[tododeku-or-bust]

Okay so I'm gonna share this here, because I think I need to say it out loud and confront my fear.

I am afraid that either the police or his white baby mama's family are gonna lynch my brother.

It's a tale as old as interracial dating. Black man, white woman, think they love each other and it'll get better over the baby. It goes extremely sour, white woman doesn't let Black man see the baby, Black man tosses his hands up and says fuck it. (my brother is wrong for not trying to see his kid)

However, now he wants to try to remedy that, and my family has been encouraging him to do so to the point of legal action via visitation, as much as he hates his baby mama (which, from what I've heard, fair! She said and done some shit I'd slap the shit out of her for, but... Alas, a child exists)

But we all know- and many a mixed child can speak to it- that white parents can be terrible to that little non-passing brown child when it displeases them, but will be possessive of it because it at best represents their "not racism" and at worse they just don't want you to have it. And we live in a time where these white folk feel more entitled than ever to destroy Black bodies, either through a system that functions for them, or through their own hands. He shows up to see his kid, my brother is now captured.

I keep thinking of that Sam Nordquist (Black trans man) case, and how they lynched that poor man. And how my biggest fear hasn't even been that they'll kill my brother, but that they'll torture him. That they'll make him suffer. That it would be a relief if all they did was make it quick and shot him. Isn't that crazy? That I have to be relieved if they were efficient, because I have so little faith that they will respond well?

That fear has been sitting with me for so long that part of me doesn't even want him to get the child back, because I don't want my brother to die and they STILL get to keep this poor biracial child away from her Black family. Or that the system will do nothing to remedy that. Especially if it's by cop.

Idk. I have no solution to this, and he put himself in this situation by messing with that white girl knowing that it was a fling. I just hate that it's something we have to consider at all.

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

talking to biracial girls that are mixed with white when it comes to race is the fucking WORST holy mother of god. rn i'm schooling in a place where it's 99% black and me and some of my other friends were talking about how white girls treat people. i talk about how white girls have always treated me like rubbish (WHICH THEY HAVE) and this half white half black girl pipes up and says "my mom is white don't say that!" like excuse me madam this was never about your mama??? i was talking about MY EXPERIENCE like are you daft.

also this girl is a resident of the boarding house (like me) and she's the same one who will always remind me of my "privilege" whenever it's a race related thing. like yeah i'm quite grateful that my parents are well off and i don't worry about where my meals come from. i am AWARE of that. but face it babes if someone is accused of stealing in white people country and it's between you and me THEY WILL THINK IT IS ME. like please check yourself??? sorry for the rant but i honestly thought you would understand/get it so yeah. hope you have a good day aisha

No it's okay!

It's always the ones with the white moms too lol, wannabe Karens. A lot of wwbm relationships are rooted in misogynoir and mutual hatred of Black women which they then project onto their children, teach their sons to only date white women and teach their daughters to ignore their Black side unless it's convenient and to see themselves as above Black women when really we are all equal. And it's funny because you almost never see this in bwwm relationships. My maternal aunt and white uncle never act like this, and never teach my male cousin to act like this. And I think it's because Black women won't tolerate that sort of bullshit in a relationship(I hope this doesn't sound strong/sassy Black woman of me or anything) and will refuse to be fetishized and don't date white men to put down Black men so any white man they date has to be one who genuinely loves them for them and is respectful of Black people, but a lot of Black men date white women because they want a "snow bunny" and a lot of white women date Black men because they want a BBC. They date each other because they see Black women as insecure and jealous and not good enough compared to white women. And I'm not saying there aren't relationships that aren't like this but it's far less popular than the reverse. It's also worth mentioning that straight Black men are the most likely to marry outside of their race but straight Black women are the least likely. Of course, love who you want, but it's...something.

[readingforsanity]

Did You Hear About Kitty Karr? | Crystal Smith Paul | Published 2023 | *SPOILERS*

When Kitty Karr Tate, a White icon of the silver screen, dies and bequeaths her multimillion-dollar estate to the St. John's sisters, three young, wealthy Black women, it prompts questions. Lots of questions.

A celebrity in her own right, Elise St. John would rather focus on sorting out Kitty's affairs than deal with the press. But what she discovers in one of Kitty's journals rocks her world harder than any other brewing scandal could - and between a cheating fiance and the fallout from a controversial social media post, there are plenty.

The truth behind Kitty's ascent to stardom from her beginnings in the segregated South threatens to expose a web of unexpected family ties, debts owed, and debatable crimes that could, with one pull, unravel the all-American fabric of the St. John's sisters and those closest to them.

As Elise digs deeper into Kitty's past, she must also turn the lens upon herself, confronting the gifts and brudens of her own choices and the power that the secrets of the dead hold over the living. Did You Hear About Kitty Karr? is a sprawling page-turner set against the backdrop of the Hollywood machine, an insightful and nuanced look at the inheritances of family, race and gender - and the choices some women make to break free of them.

The main focus of the story revolves around Kitty Karr. Born Mary Magdalene Ledbetter, born to a black mother and a white father, an heir to the Lakes' tobacco fortune after her father raped her mother, it centers around what Kitty had to do in order to survive the deep South as a biracial woman, eventually turning her aspirations to Hollywood later in life.

Hazel, Mary's mother, did the best she could with raising her. Teaching her to read and write was the best thing she could have done for the young girl. Mary's paternal grandparents knew about her existence, though never acknowledged her like they did their other grandchildren. In fact, Mary has a younger sister named Shirley Claire, whom is only two years younger than she is. Every year, Mary's grandmother would bake her a cake on her birthday, thinking this was enough to ensure that the girl was never forgotten, and Hazel had a job with the Lakes' family for the rest of her days, most often taking care of Shirley Claire when she would come stay with her grandparents for the summer.

In her pre-teen years, Hazel and Mary would travel to Charlotte every Sunday, avoiding church where Hazel, a physically black woman would attend with a young girl who could easily pass as white, would be questioned. Wanting to give Mary a better life than she had, Hazel began acting as her minder while out in public, refusing to allow Mary to call her mom/mama in public. It is here that they meet another woman and child in a similar situation to theirs. Their friendship blossomed, and they often thought of themselves as sisters. But, after Lillian and Catherine moved away, they wouldn't hear from them for many more years.

When Mary turned 18, Hazel gave her a ticket to Los Angeles with the purpose of going to visit Lillian. At first hesitant, expecting her long-time boyfriend to propose at any time, Mary agrees to go for a week or two with every intention of returning back to North Carolina. However, once there, Mary realizes that Hazel did this on purpose with the sole intention of her to remain in California and never return home, that she could have a decent life in California so long as she goes as white passing.

Renamed by Lillian to Kitty, and Lillian going by Emma, they portrayed themselves as sisters. Emma works as a telephone operator for Telescope Film, and gets Kitty a job there as well. Kitty eventually meets another white passing woman named Lucy, and learns that there is an entire network on women living and working in LA who are white passing, and they are part of a bigger movement, under the name of Blair House. It becomes easier and easier for Kitty for spot a biracial woman who is white passing.

Kitty also gets promoted as the assistant to the owner of the company, and eventually they fall in love and begin a relationship. Kitty is terrified that he will learn the truth, as he has vowed to never have any children for fear that her background would come in the color of the childs skin. Emma eventually marries and stops speaking to Kitty as much, though after a visit learns from Emma's maid that she has begun drinking heavily, and that her husband has begun having affairs behind her back for her own refusal to have any children.

After Kitty and Nathan marry, she eventually becomes pregnant. Nathan hires a midwife named Nellie, who starts living with them in order to care for Kitty. At this point, Kitty is a well-known actress in Hollywood, having appeared in many films and has even written some of those films under a fake name. Nellie is aware of Kitty's white passing and confirms as much when Kitty confides in her one evening. She is terribly worried for the child she is bearing, and requests that Nellie help her find a family to adopt the child, though this remains unsuccessful.

When Kitty gives birth to a daughter, to be named Sarah after Nathan's mother, she requests that Nellie and her husband take her in as their own, and that she wishes not to see her, though she does change her mind. Eventually, Nathan confesses to having known this the entire time, even the truth about Kitty's background, and that he was upset that she didn't trust him with this truth, especially after they have a visit from the FBI for their knowledge in Blair House. Some of the members of the society are eventually caught and sent to jail, but the others remained largely unnoticed for many years, well into the elderly prime.

At this point, Kitty begins working with Sarah on the set of a new TV show that becomes a hit, and eventually leads to Sarah becomes a very well-known actress herself, as she continues to be well into her adulthood.

Interwoven with Kitty's background story, is that of Elise, one of three sisters to include Giovanni and Noele, that were the recipients of Kitty's inheritance after her death from cancer a few weeks prior. Leaving the entirety of her estate to the three sisters is something that has sparked media interest, as Kitty has spent her entire adult life passing as a white woman.

We eventually learn that Kitty is Sarah's mother, therefore making her the maternal grandmother to the three sisters and explains why she left them their inheritance. Kitty remained close to Nellie all of these years, up until her death when Elise was 12. Elise is adamant that Kitty wanted her truth to be known, even if she was gone. But, everyone is terrified as the FBI is still clearly involved in what had happened all those years ago, and a lot of very big names are listed in the ledger noting all of the charitble contributions that were falsely made.

Elise eventually goes on to win an Oscar for Best Actress, and she confesses that Kitty Karr was her grandmother, and that was the reason behind her being left the inheritance, along with her three sisters. Elise is able to come to terms with her decision with the help of Jasper, the grandson of the photographer that had spent a lof of his own youth following Kitty around at the behest of Nathan, which is how he found out the truth about his wife, but he ultimately was very accepting of her biracial background.

I never undersood what white passing meant until I read this book. Call me a privileged white girl, that's fine. It just never occurred to me that something like this happened. Of course, I knew of the hardships that black service men and women went through. It's in most history books, though I'm sure the truth is only the half of it.

This story truly opened up my eyes about what it meant to be a biracial person living in a time when being a different color than white was something to be ashamed of, or that was considered lowly. You can read books like The Help, but this story truly opens your eyes up to what many women felt they needed to do in order to survive the world. It's very similar to what people of color and women today are going through (Man vs. the Bear, am I right?!....I choose the bear).

It was very well done, and I am so glad I decided to give this one a shot. An easy 5 stars from me!

[dxsturbia]

All fuckin day your audience not going to be white people your lead girl is a black woman your supporting cast is biracial or a black you’re the only one

Aside from Helen hunt and you what makes you think that is appropriate in any way shape or form do you think the majority of Black people don’t actually listen to commercial hip-hop

We are at White capacity and why are you speaking for us I know you think this shit is localized but the hood is the hood

It’s not special just because it’s the bay

We’ve already gone through the process of watching Oakland be gentrified now we’re just here and here is the projects

Dirt cheap grandfathered homes they could not buy up

And y’all’s mamas 

What’s left of the people that can’t be moved

[diosa-loba]

.. and at the end of the day, women will still hate women.

because beyonce is dumb irl, a terrible songwriter who has a good body and is only successful bc she's light skin n practices dark witchcraft and she's really nothing compared to not aging well rihanna, that abused victim that went back to her abuser, but who is now a baby mama who settled for a broke, colorist ASAP Rocky, but taylor swift is a closet lesbian who always plays victim and a bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and megan thee stallion is an alcoholic hoe who only knows how to twerk to make up for her is trash rapping and she deserved to be shot. and that's exactly why cardi b sucks cos she has a terrible bbl and had to change her whole face to be pretty, but doja cat is a self hating racist who's rude to her fans and is only hot when she's thicc and wears lopsided wigs. zendaya is only considered pretty and a successful actor cos she's biracial just like h.e.r and tyla who are just industry plants with boring, forgettable music. don't forget about lori harvey the nepo baby who only is seen as arm candy to famous men because they need the pr .. also cringy singer j.lo and her attention starved pap calls, poor ben affleck, looks so trapped and miserable in a marriage with such a horrible woman, unlike that terrible dancer mariah carey, who has no sex appeal and is a fat, stuck up hater who thinks she's better than everyone .. oh she's only black when it's convenient to the black community. and like, there must be something wrong with halle berry if she can't keep a man, she got a nose job and she's really not the first black woman to be awarded academy award for best actress bc she's only half black, but viola davis is not considered beautiful enough bc she's dark skinned. but naomi campbell, ryan destiny and justine skye are all beautiful dark skinned women even though naomi is a super bitch with a white child and ryan and justine are nobodies so they can't represent black women. oh and lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande .. black fishing to asian fishing, culture vulture homewrecker who clearly needs therapy and a sandwich, and kylie and khloe the ugly forever a baby mama pathetic, desperate sisters, but kim k, the scared to age porn whore who f'd up her face n body and is more boring than watching paint dry.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games, have glasses of wine or cups of tea and dance around with their best friends while their belly's ache in laughter. we don't know their marriages or relationships .. and we don't know their pains, traumas, insecurities or solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we go grocery shopping, we walk in sunlight, we sit under the moon, we watch our favorite series and read our books.

so i close the gossip app. i try not to think about the endless women debating, arguing and insulting about how much they hate this age woman, that age woman, that skin color, this skin color, her body, that body, her hair, her face, her relationship, that side chick, that wife, that singer, that model, that actress, that famous man's woman. i try not to think about how much they would hate me if they knew me. and i think about how most of these women are probably quite lovely irl and their online personas are not who they really are .. they have insecurities the same as me and every woman i've known irl. yeah some of them may be just be haters, jealous and bitter, but most women just need to feel better about their shadows, if "such n such" public eye persona has "this fault". sometimes i join these debates, sometimes i defend, sometimes i post a funny gif, sometimes i've shared my experiences or things i've learned, but most times i'm silently lurking and keep my opinions to myself lol some of them women are unnecessarily brutal bullies.

then i come to tumblr 🖤 .. where it's cozy 🔥🌻

[cottoncandyruby]

I was gonna do more lil updates for MythiCon but the journey here has been so tumultuous all I’ve wanted to do is sleep and scream 😂

I forgot how to do read more on tumblr so just scroll by if ya don’t wanna read aha

"Anticaption, Aviation & Allergies"

Part 1. A little trip to Dublin

Of course the shortest part of my trip would be the easiest. So my mum and I were up at 3 am got a very expensive taxi, cos there were no trains, to the closest airport. Lingered there until our flight left at 8. I was so excited even though I’ve been on a plane before when I was small, I had no sensory memory of it or anything so the sensation of flying was like woo.

Tis a very short flight to Dublin, like an hour and I had a window seat so the absolute dream 😍. (Also that's like the only picture I took because I forget to take pictures)

Part 2. Dublin to New York

So we had to chill in the airport for 4 ish hours, we shared some BK chips cos airport food is overpriced lol. Anyways, it all chill until we get called to the lil reception people by the gate and they wanna look at our info and we don't know why or what the issue is. We booked this trip through booking.com but it is unclear what info actually went through lmao. They change something on our tickets and we get moved seats (?) And then it's all fine.

We end up talking to this Irish lady who travels for work and tell her about our super fun New York layover; it's 14 hours, we were very excited that we could go explore New York in the later afternoon/evening cos the only thing we anticipated doing was attending MythiCon. The lady's like "Oh....14 hours" with an obvious, "honey something went wrong" face.

Part 3. The New York Flight

We get on the plane to New York and we are on the exit row where you have to verbally confirm that in an emergency you will be able to open the door and help people get out, no pressure right?! I am on the aisle seat, my mum the middle and our new friend Steven(?) is in the window seat.

This flight lasts 7 hours and I spend the entire time reading the first LotR book cos I can't hear Steven for shit, airplanes are loud y'all, and avoiding eyecontact with bathroom users who are queuing up in front of us cos the loo is directly opposite. I made the mistake of wearing, what i used to call, my comfy jeans and I'm a big girl with some thicc thighs and oof ma legs had no circulation.

Steven talks my mums ear off for near 6 of the 7 hours in which she sparingly looks at me for ways out of the conversation or for me to join in, and I genuinely cannot hear him but also the whole ordeal is hilarious to watch. Except Steven thought we were a couple and I am realising I will have to spend the whole of MythiCon reinstating that I am travelling with my mum not my partner. Gosh.

Part 4. Newark, not New York

We arrive and Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry have just left Tom Bombadil and we realise we are not getting out of this airport. We retrieve our bags, my suitcase is slightly broken and won't stand up properly but we move. A very nice woman informs us we won't be able to store our luggage anywhere and that our flight which leaves at 6 am, we arrive at 4pm in New York by the way, won't be open for check-in until 3.30 am.

So, we must keep our luggage with us at all times and journeying into New York is suddenly much less appealing. I am also internally reeling from the disappointment of not going up the Empire State Building which was something I thought my mum had booked but no. Anyways, I don't wanna walk around New York with my suitcase but the other big issue besides the prospect of sleeping in the airport is Mielle Rosemary and Mint Hair Oil.

Here be some context before I continue:

I am biracial. My mama's white and I have no connection to my relatives of colour wherever they may be. So, despite being black I have lived a very white experience (still had the racism and all the shit but anyways) for y'all readers of colour or informed folx, you will know afro hair requires different products and care to white hair. I have slowly become aware of this over the last 5 or so years. I have never had a protective style and the town over from me is more diverse than where I live and has afro hair salons. So, I boldly book in for Goddess Locs cos I'm Jamaican and they look pretty and why not spice things up before going on a 33 hour flight?

Unlike as specified in the booking information for this hair it is not 30 minutes but 8 hours and not 55 quid but 85 and its this very rude 19 year old doing my hair. She puts some spray on and recommends I put hair oil on to keep my scalp hydrated. This is the Sunday before we leave. We get the flight to Dublin on the following Wednesday morning.

On Monday, I purchase the aforementioned hair oil. My hair feels a little itchy and I cannot tell if it is mild discomfort because of the weight of the locs or the spray she's used. So on the Tuesday night my mum liberally applies the hair oil across my entire scalp, a lil bit runs down my back across my face etc.

I wake up Wednesday morning, it still itchy.

....

We do the Dublin flight, the New York flight and when we land in Newark I am starting to feel very sick and my head feels warm to the touch. It could be from lack of sleep but fainting is imminent so we take the AirTrain to Penn Station and purchase some antihistamines. We see a sign for Madison Square Garden and head back to the airport.

We awkwardly finagle ourselves into a bathroom stall with our suitcases and my mum gets some nail scissors out from her suitcase and cuts my 85 pound hair off of my head. My scalp and more clearly my hairline is covered in bumps. I dont have phobias well except arachnophobia but hives and bumps make me feel sick. So I could not touch my head and boy I wanna scream and cry, I know that I must look as awful as I feel.

We remain in the airport til our flight, I get no sleep, my mum dozes off awkwardly on the chairs and my head gradually stops hurting but is still hot and itchy. The nausea abates over time.

Part 5. New York to Austin

Flight is smooth, my mum sleeps the whole way and I listen to music and half watch ParaNorman with no sound on cos I'm a multitasker.

Our flight is early, and we had booked a driver (which felt so posh) and Austin airport is lovely looking I must say. Anyways, our flight is an hour early so we sit in the pick up bit for am hour gettin chilly. Our driver arrives when he was scheduled to around 10.30 and says he'd been waiting for ages because he saw the flight was updated. Immediately felt guilty aha but he was nice. My mum woke up with a headache so I'm doin most of the talking.

The drive to the hotel is exciting, we passed by so many beautiful houses. Its so much more colourful than I thought, not that I had a whole bucket of ideas about Texas' aesthetic.

The hotel is tall, brown ish and angular. Inside its kind of intimidating but to the right of the entrance my eye catches this big sign for MythiCon and they've got a little reception area fashioned with all the merch Mythical Beasts get when they arrive which I'll post pictures of separately but it's lovely looking. The posters are huge and I fear they will be crumpled on the way back but c'est la vie.

We go to reception after being armed with Mythical Merch and they have shuttle buses runnin' to and from Stat Hill Ranch so my mum and I make a mental note to catch the earliest one which is at 2.30pm today ahhhh.

Anyways reception. Everything's going fine, despite my email the dude respects my chosen name which is very satisfying after being called ma'am several times awoke the gender angst in me. He asks for a small deposit of 225 bucks.

Side note - My mum and I are bad with money. We know she'll have got paid Friday morning for work and that that will cover Mythicon expenses. By the time we get to the hotel, we only have 100 dollars.

My mum calls my nan, I message my best friend, who graciously send us the money and 30 minutes later we are through. Check in was advertised at 4pm (it's around 11 ish when we arrive) but one moment of good luck allows us a room early. He might've just pitied us I don't know. I hate money, I hate capitalism. I know im saying this after having spent so much to just get here but that wasn't even money we had and it feels like we're being reminded of how we don't deserve to be here I don't know. It was very humbling anyways, and I could tell my mum wanted to cry and I was ready to zone out but it got sorted.

We get into the room, I'll share some pictures later cos it is nice in here. I go into the bathroom and do what I usually wind up doing when I hold stuff in and start to cry, a bit from the malaise of travelling its been over 24 hours and I've not slept, a lot from the continuous bad luck, and the rest for the renewed discomfort of the hair oil on my head.

The mirror confirms one thing which is I look abysmal. The product she used on my hair has fried and looks like dandruff, my skin is blotchy, and it's a big oof. I get in the shower to wash out the oil...consequently, I wash it onto my skin and the rest of my body. I bawl whilst doing so.

My hair starts to cool as I dry off but my body starts to swell. My already thicc thighs be getting thiccer, my hands and feet swell. My body, limbs specifically have a veneer of numbness like when you fall asleep on your arm and it takes a while to get any feeling back. It's a bit concerning but I take another antihistamine and finally sleep.

We had planned on exploring last night but we did not go anywhere beyond our room.

Part 6. Fog and Furtive (?) Optimism

Today the bumps on my head feel smoother, I'm still swollen but less so and I am very thirsty. It has been a heck of a journey but if it is the price to pay to see Rhett and Link up close and personal I'll do it.

But I had to rant and feel sorry for myself on the internet first.

If you read this to the end I would like to both thank you and apologise. I am manifesting that things will only get better from here.

This weekend is gonna be Mythical!

[triviareads]

i think it was you who talked about committing to full colorblind casting instead of finding an in universe justification for it? i definitely agree but i think they should be race conscious about casting as well. for example i love marina and all her complexities, but casting a biracial black actress for the role of a woman pregnant out of wedlock and trying to trick a man into marriage and pass the kids off as his (despite having sympathetic desperate reasons) contains real world implications because it perpetuates the black baby mama stereotype

Absolutely. To me, color-blind means understanding the perceptions of the audience and how that might impact how a character is viewed by an outside world that absolutely sees race, but within the show they... simply don't see race. Unless a show is willing to do the work when it comes to race (and a show like Bridgerton shouldn't have, particularly if they were selling themselves as a romance, which, I suppose they barely are now; it's more like Regency Gossip Girl), just don't do "race conscious" casting so you can pander to a POC audience. Casting more POC actors and more actors with diverse bodies (rather than just making small spaces for them as love interests when the two main families are all-white) would mean a lot more to me than having my Indian heritage half-assedly shown in a historical show that would only remind me of Britain's violence towards Indians and India.

[koda-krom]

Somebody look at this!

Ever since this bitch assumed she was black she been doin her hair like this. Afro's and all. Like Idgaf who likes her or not shes playin on black culture and profiting from it.

If youve been following her like I USED to, yall can see she NEVER did any of this stuff before. It was all soccer comb overs and bitchy ass music. Now she has a rape album coming out? Like why tf did the internet allow this shit? And why havent we canceled her?

Fuck it...imma cancle her ass. Don't give af!!! Cause if lil Miley decided, out of nowhere, that she was half black and started doing her hair like we do everybody and they mama would be pissed tf off.

Remind you,she didn't want the public knowing her dad was black until black people started takin tf ova. She was doing covers to fuckin Justin beiber....dont fuckin know how to spell dat lame ass shit, to producing a rape album?? Like com'on man!!

Again imma say dis shit and I dgaf who feel some type a way bout it. Fuck that lil girl and her kid. I honestly dont care that she half black (unless its mixed with white then eww), its whatever ya feel me. But for you to completely switch up and try to look that particular way is fuckin stupid. I was chill wit you singing "fuck yourself" and....all those other songs she did but not this shit.

This shit just looks like clout to me. All of a sudden your half black, got ya edges done up, afro lookin biracial, shit ya prolly had a kid with a weak ass nigga but at the end of the day....you look like a full on try hard and im tired of seeing white girls do or mimic black girls slang and style. Like ugh stay you flaky ass ova there and stop stealin our men!!

[ballplayersxo]

The LSA trade on Devin and Kendall in MS is wild. These women have some strong insecurities and self confidence/hate issues. I feel for them because being so hateful on lightskin/black men and yt women that fucks them must mean you don't see your own self worth. They even hating on Devin's mama for being white and his dad for impregnating a yt women. Like these girls are simping over biracial all day but hate how they came to this world 😭 can we stop racially gatekeeping who people date/fuck

the topic is getting old. ignore who the biracials date, stop expecting them to owe black women anything, and just stan them for looks/talent. it makes life easier when you don’t care

[f33itan]

Heyo! Could i ask for a match up? If so the names alya i go by (she/he) im a september virgo i have adhd, im biracial w black and white but i look white with dirty blonde curly hair, im bi-curios but like men more. hobbies are drawing, writing and listening to music my personality as my friends say when you meet me im quite/artistic, when you get to know me im playful, sweet and funny and all ways cussing. I give my partner pet names like baby and hunny, fav characters are shal, leorio, chrollo

Heyoo Alya! Im really sorry I got to this late T-T I hope you like it!

Ok my first idea was tengen from demon slayer but then you mentioned your fav characters and I changed it to someone better 💀

The wonderful F33itan says your matchup is...

Leorio Paradinight (Paladiknight?) From Hunter x Hunter!

Just gonna say this now : Oreo may or may not be a bit of a perv

No but seriously he loves you

I mean female? You? Alya? with him? Yes please

Leorio has an attitude saying that he probably has some type of adhd as well, so you're not alone. Both of you need Kurapika to be impulse control or you might do something you'll regret, bad. Appearance wise really doesn't change anything, Leorio thinks your attractive. Sometimes he likes to ruffle your hair or play with it since it's curly. He even enjoys styling it from time to time.

Sometimes he'll pull up pictures of pretty girls and ask if you find them attractive, please say no of you'll hurt his ego 💀 He enjoys watching you draw and asking you questions, like "why did you choose that color?" or "what made you pick this character?" etc. One of the only times he'll be quiet around you is when you're writing so you can focus. Whenever you leave to go do something he'll sit down and read what you've written, whether you like it or not. He thinks all of your works are great. He also likes to take one of your earbuds / see your playlist to find out what music you like and listen to. Occasionally he will try it out and maybe even play it for you by surprise, whether it be on a speaker or in the car.

He really enjoys firing sarcastic jokes at you, and even more so when you shoot some back. It always makes him giggle like a little girl and he loves the look on your face. It doesn't bother him that you curse so feel free to use those words in the jokes as well. Leorio loves to take you to expensive restaurants and get fancy three coursed meals, and whenever you guys cuddle he's always the big spoon.

He gives you pet names as well, such as honey, baby, sweetie, mamas, and I have a feeling he would say something like "sugarplum" or "toots" as well. He ALWAYS has an arm around you in public, and enjoys making a clear point on how you're so great to literally anyone and everyone walking by.

[thejemersoninferno]

Honey, I’m home.

· Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader.

· Request: “Sebastian Stan x reader where she is biracial (Romanian and Greek) and gets homesick so Seb helps her” by the lovely @that-fandom-girl-blog which for some reason I can’t find or tag you but I’ve got you. Have a seat and enjoy the ride.

· A/N: I’ve been thinking about this request since it landed on my asks. Beta’d by the awesome @jewels2876 without none of my writings wouldn’t have seen the light. Thank you, darling. 

· Word Count: 5438.

· Warnings: Angst and fluff(?).

You huffed while spreading your legs wide open on the big black sofa. You rolled your eyes at the TV and looked back at your phone. You scrolled down on your Instagram feed, your friends back in Greece has posted a new video at the “white party” your hometown throws every year to celebrate the summer. You pouted remembering last summer party. You sighed at your life now. It has changed a lot in the last year. You heard the front door and keys.

“Honey, I’m home,” you heard him call out for you.

You sighed and moved to your side now, facing the TV. You put your phone down without locking it. You heard his footsteps but you didn’t move, you weren’t feeling alright.

“Babe?” You heard his voice ask softly. He spotted you lying down on the sofa and smiled. He walked his way to you and kneeled down, “There you are,” he chuckled softly and kissed your forehead.

“Hey,” you replied sadly.

“What’s wrong?” You saw his features fall and a worrying face appeared.

“Nothing,” You said and gave him a small grin. He looked at you, a pout on his face and he sat down, he drove his hands to reach yours and he interlaced your fingers together.

“When you’re ready,” He murmured, “I’ll be here,” he said and then he left a kiss on the back of your hand. You nodded in agreement and hummed an “okay”. 

You rested there, not talking for a while. He moved closer to you, your hands still interlaced. He drove his right hand above his head to run his fingers through your hair. Your eyes felt heavier with every caress until you felt yourself lose in your dreams.

“Draga,” You heard behind you and you spun around to face your mom, you smiled wide and opened your arms to embrace her in a hug.

“Mama,” You said happily.

“What have you planned?” She questioned brushing your hair with her fingers.

“We’re going for ice cream and then we will see,” You explained her. You turned around and smiled at her before kissing her cheek.

“Fetita mea,” She smiled nodding her head, “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” 

“I will always be your little girl,” You said kissing her right cheek. She laughed and kissed yours back.

“Go on,” She said, “They’re waiting for you,” You ran outside your summer house in Greece. Big white house, red windows and doors. Your friends were waiting for you, chatting and laughing. Your father sat close by, in the dining table you had outside, reading some book and drinking black coffee, his favourite. He shook his head, laughing at your friends and waved you goodbye. You ran to him, kissed his cheek and ran back to join your friends. You cheered him goodbye as you walked off, you noticed your mom joining him and you smiled wide.

You arrived at your favourite ice cream shop and waited in line to order. Three of your friends waited outside in the table while they chatted. You got your orders and walked to join them.

“So, how’s the hottie?” Your best friend questioned you. The rest of the group erupted in giggles.

“Jesus, stop calling him that,” You laughed.

“Well… She’s not wrong,” The youngest of the group smirked. You laughed, a small smile on your face.

“Y’all know he is my boyfriend, right?” You questioned arching your brow.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t call him hot,” your shy friend added. You all erupted in laughter and you nodded. 

“You’re the worst,” you added.

“You love us,” they said at the unison.

“True that,” you said eating a spoonful of ice cream.

“Okay, but,” your best friend chewed her ice cream, “When are they coming again?”

“For the white party,” you murmured, “They’re busy,”

“Soon you’ll be one of them,” your ginger friend mentioned.

“Shut up,” you blushed.

“Holy shit!” Your best friend spat, “It’s true!”

“We’re so excited and happy for you,” the youngest, Amelia, commented.

“Girls,” you said pouting.

“Fame won’t save you from of us.” The whole group nodded in agreement and you smiled wide.

“I’ll come to visit you all,” you said, “You won’t get rid of me easily, either,”

You all laughed and ate your ice cream. The afternoon followed by walking around the little town, the four of you chatting and joking around, greeting your neighbours since childhood and waving to the kids in their bicycles. By night time, you all sat at the beach, watching the sunset eating pizza, listening to music and making fools of yourselves. When you thought you were done for dinner, you all walked again around the town and sat down at a bar, drinking some mojitos and enjoying the warm weather of a summer night. 

The next morning you all got ready and went for a swimming pool day at your house. Your parents loved to have the four of you playing and chatting around. Your dad joined your chats once in a while and your mom commented how much he loved the gossip time, you all laughed and joked around all the time. After dinner, you all sat outside on your yard, facing the beach in front of you while drinking wine. The views reminded you of “Mamma Mia”, you snorted at your own thought and you ended up bursting out laughing when you realised your life wasn’t so much different than the movie, at least the fell in love part. They all looked at you confused and you told them, all of you laughed out loud and agreed.

The white party arrived, you were outside your house at the dining table surrounded by your friends and parents, their parents too. A big group enjoying a nice meal. You checked your phone every five seconds, still no sign of him. You sighed hard.

“He’ll come,” Your mom whispered at your side. You looked at her and nodded.

“I’d love to make a toast,” your dad stood up from his seat.

You all looked his way and grabbed your wine glass. 

“I’d like to congratulate my lovely daughter,” He said proudly, “Darling, I am so happy for you. I’ve seen you grow and become this incredible woman who fights and doesn’t stop at the minimum inconvenience. A few weeks ago, we find out your biggest dream has come true. You’ll be joining Broadway along with other amazing people. I know you’ll miss this place, these people and everything you’ve known but,” his voice cracked up, “This is what you have dreamt since you were a little kid singing along the radio, acting along with your favourite musicals and your favourite stars, I know you’ll miss hanging out with your friends, you will miss the beach, the weather, your favourite ice cream shop, the tourism, the walks across the river behind the mall or just sitting down here, in the windy night with our best friends, but it will all be worth it. Every single of us is so proud of you and will always be by your side, not physically but in your heart.” A single tear streamed down his face, his face light up smiling wide and bright. All of them cheered gladly and happy for you. You looked at every single one of them and you noticed their teary eyes and you couldn’t help but cry. Your family will be leaving soon and you weren’t ready yet. 

After dinner, you all walked down to join the rest of the town at the white party. Sadness left behind and filled with happiness and fun. One month to go and you were going to make the most of it.

Mid-white party your phone chimed, you unlock it and found a text. Your boyfriend telling you he wasn’t in town. His flight has been cancelled the night before and now, he and his friends were trying to find another flight to Greece. Your face fell down, your mom noticed and you showed her the text. She smiled and hugged you, trying to give you support. You told your friends and they embraced you in a big hug. You all agreed to enjoy the party and not think about it that much. You knew he will be sad if you missed the best night of summer for him. You texted him back and drank the tequila shot your friends offered. 

You were dancing and jumping around when the DJ stopped the music to announce there was a lost child at the missing kids place waiting for his parents. 

“Okay, Y/N, come get your kid,” Andy, your childhood neighbour, added.

You cracked up in laughter while your friend joked around. Your mom told you to go get your kid and you laughed again.

“Mom!” You laughed.

“Go!” She spat, “You can’t have a missing child.” She pushed you gently. You giggled and proceed to go find your “lost kid”. Your dad offered to hold your glass and you gave it to him. You walked all the way to the missing kids place denying, you unlocked your phone to see if he had texted you but not sign.

“Next time keep an eye on him, please,” You heard your childhood teacher say. You looked up at him and giggled.

“Sorry, Mr Davidson,” He winked at you and you looked at the missing kids' place. A big smile appeared on your face and your squeal made everyone around laugh.

“SEBASTIAN!!!!!” You ran to him, jumped and he grabbed you. Your legs around his waist, his laugh filling your ears and you laughed happily. 

Your phone rang off and you opened your eyes slightly, you spread your hand trying to find it on your bed.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Honey!” Your mom’s voice on the other side of the phone.

“Mom!” You said sitting down on the bed. You looked around not remembering going to your bed. You saw Sebastian’s charger connected and you knew he had put you in bed.

“How are you baby?” She questioned.

“I’m okay, mom,” You replied, “What about you? How’s everyone?” 

“We’re okay,” She told you, “It’s really hot in here!” She exclaimed you chuckled in response.

“Here’s a bit rainy today,” You murmured.

“Honey,” She whispered low, “It’s okay, we understand,”

You pouted and nodded as if she could see you.

“I know,” You babbled back.

“Sebastian called me,” She explained, “He’s worried about you,”

“He did?” You asked surprised.

“Fetita mea,” She said, “You know how much he cares about you,” You nodded still thinking she could see you, “He said you seemed a bit off the last weeks and he doesn’t know what’s wrong,”

“Mama,” You whispered, she interrupted you.

“He thinks you want to break up with him,” Worry filling her voice. Your mouth opened slightly and you shook your head.

“That’s not true!” You spat concerned.

“I know draga,” she calmed you down, “But he doesn’t and he is worried you’re going to leave,”

“I’m not leaving him, mama,” you replied quickly.

“And I know draga,” She said back, “Talk to him, pisoi, tell him,”

You sighed heavily and nodded, “I will mama,”

“I gotta go,” She told you, “We’re going to the beach,”

“Okay mama, have fun,” You answered. She said her goodbyes and you send her and your father kisses and greets for everyone else. You walked to the bathroom in your dorm, refreshed your face and tied up your hair. You walked out to the launch, not a sign of Sebastian.

You went to find him in the kitchen but he wasn’t there either, instead, you found a post-it notes

“I’ve got a call from work, I’ll see you tonight. Love you, x.” 

You sighed hard and grabbed some snack and walked back to watch some TV. 

Your Broadway debut finished two weeks ago but you were still doing some press and photoshoots. You and Sebastian were supposed to go to Greece a week ago to join your friends and family, but it didn’t go as planned. He had to stay due to some work, he had told you to go with your parents and, at first, you didn’t want to go without him but then, your friends from Greece convinced you Sebastian could join you after he finishes his work and you prepared everything. That didn’t work either, you’ve got a call two days later, your play will have an extra week due to high demand and you had to cancel your plans. You had rehearsals the day your parents left, so Sebastian drove them to the airport and facetimed you to say your goodbyes.

Now, you had four days off but they weren’t enough to go to Greece and come back before your next play.

You sat watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier eating some ice cream until you noticed the clock at 10 pm. Sebastian hasn’t come yet and, usually, he would be at home at this time, you unlocked your phone confused trying to see if he had texted you. Nothing. 

You stood up and walked to the kitchen to prepare some dinner. Around 11 pm, you had finished your food and showered, still no sign of Sebastian. You waited for him but he didn’t arrive that night. You went to sleep thinking about him and how he felt. You fell asleep sobbing because your heart ached. You missed home, you missed your friends, you missed your summertime in Greece, you missed going to Romania for the Summer Well Festival with Sebastian and your best friends. And now, you missed lying down on his chest, his hand running circles on your back, your little chats before bedtime, your hand drawing lines all over his chest and stomach. His laugh when you tickled him, his voice on your ear whispering I love you’s and his goodnight kiss. You were losing him and you didn’t know what to do.

You woke up early morning, an entrance call made you jump in bed. You grabbed your phone quickly.

“Sebastian?!” You said anxiously.

“I wish I was but no,” Will’s voice replied. You sighed and chuckled.

“Morning Will,” you said.

“Morning?” He questioned, “Have you seen the time?”

You turned to see the clock at your side and your mouth fell open.

“Holy shit,” you spat.

“Anyway, Sebastian texted me asking if I could pick you up,”

“Pick up for what?” you wondered.

“Don’t you have a charity event?” Will’s confused voice filled your ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You spat storming out to the bathroom, “Will, I’ll see you in 20!”

You hang up your phone and entered the shower. Half an hour later, you were walking next to Will to the charity event. There, you met your co-stars at the play and the afternoon began.

Will waited and recorded for you the whole time. He helped you noticed little things, like some fans gifts, letters or just people wishing to talk with you. You saw a girl, Sebastian’s face as Bucky Barnes on her t-shirt chat with Will. You noticed him talking happily and joking with her and you remembered the first time Sebastian introduced you two. Will greeted you like he has known you his whole life and you quickly became good friends to the point he would join your trips with Sebastian or your friends. You smiled wide when they looked your way and you waved them. The event finished around 8 pm and you went for dinner with Will to your favourite Chinese.

“So, any plans next week?” Will questioned fitting a spoonful of noodles on his mouth. You nodded chewing your own food.

“No,” you replied, “I have a photoshoot and an interview next week and I’ll be done,”

“Cool,” he replied, “What about Sebastian?” he wondered.

“I have no idea,” You replied unsurely, “We haven’t talked that much these past days,”

“Is everything alright?” Will’s concerned voice made you shiver.

“Yeah,” You replied quickly, “We’re too busy, that’s all,”

“Well,” He murmured, “Whatever you need I’m here,” He smiled at you.

You nodded and sipped your wine. Two hours later Will dropped you at home and waved you goodbye. You walked inside your home to find an empty place, Sebastian hasn’t come home yet. You got a shower and went straight to sleep, maybe when you wake up Sebastian will be home.

Sebastian hasn’t been home two days, you have called and texted him, he had replied you telling he had to go away a few days due to work and you wished him a nice trip and good luck. 

He had called you the night before to tell you he wouldn’t be home for at least two weeks and you had given him support words and best wishes. On the other side, you were feeling worse. You would burst out crying for no apparent reason at the littlest thing, you have called your mom and she told you to cancel your agenda and flight home. You couldn’t do it, you had two more castings and you didn’t want to take the opportunity for granted. 

Now, you were home alone, missing your family and friends, missing Sebastian. You spent the day sleeping and eating. 

Day 4, Sebastian texted you early morning to wish you a good day and to tell you he will call you tonight. You got dressed and went for the last casting. You went there, did your best and walked back to your empty house. You were facetiming with your friend back in Greece when you heard your doorbell.

“Wait a second,” You told them. You walked to the door and flashed it open. Will stood there, hands on his pockets, “Will,” you said.

He gave you a quick hug, “Hi sweet,”

You two walked back at your launch, your friends greeted him and he saluted them.

“Are you busy?” Will questioned.

“Uhm no,” you replied, “Everything alright?” You wondered. He seemed a little nervous.

“Who’s ass we have to kick?” Amelia asked. Will chuckled.

“Thanks, Ami,” he said, “I just came over to ask you a favour,” he replied rubbing his hand over his hair.

“Oh, sure!” You replied quickly, “Girls, I’ll call you later,” You all said your goodbyes and you offered Will a drink.

“So,” He murmured unsurely.

“What’s going on, Will?” you wondered concerned.

“See..” He whispered, “I had this job trip tomorrow and Sebastian was supposed to come with me,” he explained, you nodded and sipped your drink.

“Oh,” You murmured.

“And I have everything booked,” He said, “I’ve already asked Joe and Chace but both of them are out of town for work,” He sat straight on his seat.

“I see,” You replied, “You don’t want to go alone?”

“I’m really nervous about this,” he told you, you saw his features and you noticed the worry fill his face, you knew he was really anxious, “I need someone to come over with me and help me,”

“I’ll go with you,” you commented, he faced you, a smile appeared on his face.

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course!” You smiled and caressed his shoulder, “I’ve got you, Will,”.

You and Will arrived in Miami the night before, he had the interview the next day and you were having lunch close to the hotel. Will has gone to the restroom when you heard a group of people speak in Greek, you turned around to see them, one of them wearing the white party cap the town gives to the visitors and you sighed. You missed home a lot, you wanted to go home. You unlocked your phone and texted your best friend, she replied back and you texted back and forward for a while until you noticed Will hasn’t come back. 

Your phone chimed and Sebastian’s photo appeared as an entrance call from him.

“Hey you,” You said smiling.

“Papusa,” He replied, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” You sipped your drink, “I’m having lunch with Will,”

“Yeah, he told me,” He whispered, “I’m so sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye,”

“Baby, it’s okay,” You whispered, “I know how this works,”

“Yeah, I know,” Sebastian replied, “But still, I feel sorry and more since things ain’t working between us lately,” you noticed his voice drop. A shiver run down your spine and just the thought of losing him made you nauseous. 

“Don’t,” you answered back, “Sebastian, it isn’t you,” you explained.

“It’s you, I know what comes next,” You felt the sadness in his voice.

A single tear rolled down your cheek and you denied, you felt your heart race and you wanted to leave. You felt light-headed and the anxiety taking over you. You remained silent, you could hear him breathe on the other side of the phone. You imagined his face and your heart ached.

“I have to go,” You murmured and hang up without giving him a chance to reply back.

Will appeared and you told him you weren’t feeling okay and he offered walking back to the Hotel. Once you were in your room, the tears streamed down your face and you cried on your bed. You spent the rest of the afternoon crying, you had messed up things so much Sebastian was feeling you were about to leave him. Will came over your room to check on you and with tears in your eyes and your sobs you told him everything. He comforted you and offered his arms to hold you for the night. 

You woke up dizzy in your bed, you were alone. You looked around and found a note from Will explaining he had gone to the interview and he would be back in a couple of hours. You showered and went for lunch alone. You walked around Miami, doing some shops and you stopped for a while at a ice cream shop. You sat there, eating your stracciatella ice cream, the sun warming your skin, you watched people walk around and you grinned remembering your hometown. You released you have been spending the last few months focused on work and how much you missed your hometown, you haven’t enjoyed the little moments you had in New York or the trips to Atlanta to visit Sebastian. You noticed Sebastian has made everything to make you feel like home when you moved from Greece. You remembered the time he proposed you to move in with him and how nervous he was, he had asked your parents for permission first, since you were living with your parents in NYC. You remembered how his face lit up when you accepted, the way he looked at you at night before bed or how he had decorated his room to make you comfortable. You remembered arriving home after the play and find him cooking for you, apron on, singing along Mamma mia soundtrack, too focus to hear you giggle or see you recording him. You were too focus in Greece, you have forgotten that time he took you to Romania for the Film Festival. You spent an amazing week in Romania, you went to visit his hometown, you met his mothers’ family, you have been to his old school, you went to your moms’ birthplace too, you visited your winter house and had spent two incredible days next to the man who would move the world for you. You sighed remembering how emotional he got when you told him he was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t feel blessed for having him at your side. 

You remembered that last night, making love in your winter house room, his heart beating fast, your bodies shaking and your breathe matching. You remembered he had promised you, you would go visit Romania soon and you have told him you didn’t care where you were as long as he was by your side. And you felt sad because you hadn’t kept your word. You had been distant the last two months, keeping your feelings to yourself, not talking to Sebastian as you would always do. 

You unlocked your phone and texted him you missed him a lot. He texted back he missed you too. You texted Will to know how it was going and he replied asking where you were to meet you up. Will joined you long after and you two spent the day around Miami. The next day you would fly back to NYC and you wanted to do the most of Miami. 

You arrived home followed by Will, he had convinced you to stop over his house because he needed to change his clothes. He changed to a white t-shirt and white trousers, you chuckled since you were wearing white shorts and a white and golden top. You have planned to leave your luggage at home and then go for a few drinks. He told you Joe was back in town and he would join you for dinner. You walked inside your house, cursing your heavy luggage.

“Told you you shouldn’t buy that much,” Will laughed.

“But Sebastian needs this,” You replied turning the lights on.

Crowd cheers greeted you making you squealed scared. You dropped your bags and jumped on Will’s arms. Wills’ laugh filled your ears, you looked around your living room finding your parents, your best friends, their parents, Joe, Chace, Anthony and finally, Sebastian holding a banner that reads “You’re in Greece”. You looked around the room, it was decorated like your family usually did for the white summer party, the dining table was full of bottles of different drinks. You spotted your mom’s special dish for the party. You noticed the little Greece flags, the little booth with “Romania” written on it, decorated with Romanian flags and photos. You spotted a massive picture wall of the beach reminding you of your hometown, you recognised your favourite ice cream shop in some of the decoration pictures. You felt tears streaming down your face and you heard they burst in awe.

“Draga mea,” Your mom approached and you ran to her arms. She squeezed you hard on her arms, you felt your dad join too.

“Okay, let the party begin!” You heard your best friend, Alessandra shout.

You all laughed and you hugged each of them.

“What are you all doing here?!” You spat.

“Well, we were close by,” your dad said.

“At the other side of the pond!” You laughed.

“A little bird told us how much you miss us,” Amelia grinned offering you a drink.

“The bird was wrong then,” you chuckled. Your mom laughed at your side and Sebastian poked his tongue out at you. 

“So, what are we waiting for?” You asked. They cheered and you all drank your drinks and chatted happily. 

At some point, you walked to the restroom and on your way back, you looked around, you saw all of them talking and laughing, and for the first time, you noticed a spot of sand, you chuckled at the little detail. You smiled wide, you felt like home. You searched around the room trying to find Sebastian but you couldn’t see him. Your dad pointed out at the balcony and you nodded.

You walked to the balcony, Sebastian was there, a beer on his hand, looking the starry night in front of him. His features half-illuminated with the moonlight, you saw him peacefully and your heart bounced hard in your chest. You exited joining him silently, you both stood there watching the night, not talking just enjoying each others’ presence. 

Sebastian moved closer to you, his hand found yours and he interlaced your fingers together. 

You caressed the back of his hand and he tightened his hand. 

“I know you miss Greece,” He whispered, “And I want you to know if you decide to go back home, I’ll understand.’

Your heart stopped for a second, you felt like it was a goodbye.

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Papusa,” he murmured. 

You let his hand go and shooked your head, you walked back trying to hold back tears. 

“Doll, look at me,” Sebastian begged. You looked everywhere but his face.

“Don’t,” you babbled, “Don’t do this.” Your voice cracked as tears rolled down your cheek.

“New York isn’t the life you want,” He explained, “This is not the place you want to live your life,”

“Shut up,” You interrupted him.

“Darling,” Sebastian tried to hold your hands, “I know how you feel, I don’t want you to feel that way, I want you to be happy,” his low voice covering his sadness.

“I’m happy,” you spat.

“No, you’re not.” His voice cracked, you wiped away the tears from your cheeks. He stopped his tracks and looked to the sky. You saw the tears shining on his cheeks, his chest trembling with his sobs, your heart bouncing on your chest, you heard your friends and family inside cheering and laughing, you looked at them and turned back to watch the man before you.

“I am, Sebastian,” You declared, “I’m happy with you,”

Sebastian looked at you and shook his head, “And for how long?” He questioned, “How long you will be happy until you fall back again?”

You bit your lip, sobs escaping your lips, “Seb,”

“I know I love you and I know you love me and If I have to-” his voice broke, you saw him squeezing his eyes shut, “If I have to let you go to see you happy, I will,”

“That’s what you want?” You asked upset.

“No, I want you.”  He faced you. “I want to be with you, I want you to be okay, I want you to be happy, I want you to feel you’re having what you desire,” Sebastian admitted. 

“Then don’t do this,” you spat pointing at him, “You say you want me to be happy but this isn’t making me happy, this is breaking my heart,” you cried.

“Then why I feel I broke your heart long ago?” he questioned, sorrow featuring his face.

“You didn’t,” you cried, “You’ll never break my heart,”

“How are you so sure?” Sebastian whispered, “Because every time I come home, I see your face, I see your eyes and I see the light in your eyes shading away slowly,”

“Sebastian,” you sobbed.

“Dragostea mea,” He murmured, reaching your hands, interlacing your fingers together, “I am not breaking up with you, I am telling you you can go home and I’ll visit you whenever I have time, I will go to Greece, we will travel to Romania, we will be okay,” Sebastian kissed your forehead, and then cupped your face, “I want you to be home and be okay,”

“I was wrong,” you murmured, “All this time I’ve been thinking about Greece, Romania, my friends and I never noticed what truly made me feel home back there was you,” You cupped his face, “I only wanted to be in Greece during summer because you would come to visit me, I wanted to go to Romania because you were coming with me because the rest of the time I wasn’t even in any of them, I was in London auditioning for roles, going to castings and spending my nights with my friends around Piccadilly Circus.” You stopped to catch a breath, “I wanted to be there because I would see your face every day and every night, and here,” you looked around. “Here we barely see each other, you have your own castings, I have mine and that was hurting me slowly, I hated spending the afternoons without you on our sofa,” you mumbled. “I remember the afternoons we had in Greece or the walks around Constanta,”

Sebastian smiled softly, nodding, “I don’t miss Greece, I don’t miss Romania,” You admitted, “I miss my home,” you said looking at his eyes, sparkling blue baby eyes.

“Inimâ,” Sebastian whispered in your lips.

“I miss you, Sebastian,” you mumbled, “You’re my home,”

He broke the distance between you two, your lips crashing to his, his hand travelling to your neck while his other hand caressed your cheek. Your hands flew to his hair, kissing him hard, showing him your love, showing him you had missed him with your whole heart. He moved closer to you, kissing you desperately.

“Te iubesc viata mea,” you whispered breaking the kiss apart.

“Then, are you going home?” Sebastian asked. You felt the insecurity on his voice.

“Honey, I’m home,” you mumbled on his lips.

____

Draga | Dear.

Fetita mea | My little girl.

Pisoi | Kitten.

Păpuşă | Doll.

Draga mea | My darling.

Dragostea mea | My love.

Te iubesc, viata mea | I love you my life.

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If you’re reading this it means I’m at work and I still have a few more hours ahead. If I don’t post after this post, avenge my death. LMAO joking, I’ll be back once I’m home. 

Love, J x.

[prorevenge]

Get the racist out of the pool.

Background: I’m super pale. My husband has a light olive complexion. My adopted daughters have this beautiful, dark olive skin that I’m super envious of. Many people mistake them as being biracial and assuming they have Sub-Saharan African ancestry. This usually doesn’t bother our family when it’s an innocent assumption.

When they were 4, were on vacation in the United States Deep South in a condominium complex on the Gulf Coast. My parents, sisters and their families were in the same complex.

There were a few pools in the complex and we decided to go to one for a while. There was an older woman maybe in her 50s sitting on the side of the pool with her legs in the water. She had a friend with her. When we walked up she said to her friend “Well she’s too white to be their mama...”. I chose to act like I didn’t hear her. My girls were oblivious. My husband didn’t hear her, but I did whisper to him what was said. The woman ended up getting into the pool.

We got in the water and the comments kept coming...”They obviously have black in them...”. “I’m not sure if she had an affair with a black man because she’s so pale...” (I didn’t understand that one). “I think they are definitely half black...”. “Maybe he had a relationship with a black woman...”.

Meanwhile I could tell that, based on her assumption about their race, she was VERY uncomfortable with them getting too close. She acted like they were contagious.

My husband and I could hear what she was saying, but acted like we didn’t hear her. We acted oblivious and kind of led the girls around the pool, play and splashing and getting close to her every so often. She’d move as soon as we got too close and we continued to act like we didn’t notice. We excitedly squealed with our girls and splashed around having the time of our lives. We were careful to avoid getting anyone else wet from our splashes, etc. After about the fifth time of us getting too close, the woman and her friend got out of the pool, grabbed their things and moved to the other pool. My girls never caught on and my husband and I felt a bit victorious.

Less than 5 minutes later, we saw my sister and her kids (ages 9-14) go to the other pool. So we got excited at the opportunity, got out, grabbed our belongings and walked to the other pool. Then we loudly said to our girls “Look! There are your cousins!” and my sister’s pale, blonde hair, blue eyed kids came rushing over to us anxious to play in the pool. The woman got this annoyed look on her face, grabbed her belongings and left the area. We never saw her again for the rest of our trip!

(source) (story by NovaNerdMonica)

[blackscifimatters]

on The Hate U Give movie

“It was good for what it was, but it wasn’t all that.” - Sister Act  2

I had high expectations on the way to the theatre. The critics were raving and the book was pretty good. People were talking about Oscars. Then the movie started and my second note was “I don’t think this movie is for me.” The first note was “There is no way this little girl grows up to look like Amandla.” Really, if you are going to cast light-skinned as a teen then cast light-skinned as a child. Even the girl in the title animation is darker than Amandla. But Amandla’s casting makes sense. I will expand on this, give me a moment.

This movie has a message and it gets preachy. The different-from-the-book ending was trying too hard to get the message across and it could have gone a much better way. The powerful moments came off as comical. In my head, after every dramatic monologue I heard “Message!” (Don’t be a Menace). And during that hairbrush scene at school, she was a step away from yelling “Ooga Booga Booga!”. They were going for threatening and it is just funny.

Russel Hornsby and Regina Hall work really well as an on-screen couple. I wish Regina’s character was expanded on beyond Black Mama. I loved how they portrayed Iesha because they took away a lot of her ain’t shit-ness from the book and humanized her throughout the movie; she was funny. And Kenya was amazing. I was surprised at how much of a carefree Black girl she was because I expected the movie to make her the absolute antithesis of Starr and demonize her. Her reaction to Khalil’s mother on TV broke my heart.There needed to be more Seven. When he was on screen, he was amazing and I am going to have to re-read Native Son because he is in the upcoming movie version. TJ Wright as Sekani is forgettable until the end. Common is in this movie as the voice of cops. And Anthony Mackie as King doesn’t work for me because King needed to look a bit older.

A handful of characters from the book were cut or downgraded. I am angry that Maya’s character was so modified and that her minorities-in-solidarity relationship with Starr was cut. Sabrina Carpenter played “white girl with one black friend” well. KJ Apa looked thirty and sickly pale. I hated that black card scene.

On Amandla: While I was not blown away by her performance, this is her best role to date and I look forward to seeing her evolve. That being said,  I could not stand the voice-overs because not only were they not needed until the climax but also because Amandla’s blackcent was so annoying. When I heard it in the trailer, I wasn’t going to see the movie just based on that. I will say she has gotten over her mumbles but her line delivery was very cringey at points. Plus... I said it in my The Darkest Minds review that there was going to be a lot of deep voice acting in this movie and I was not wrong. It was just funny by the end.

Do I still think Starr should have been played by a dark-skinned or at least browner Black actress? Yes. It would have changed the movie’s tone but brought more authenticity to the role. But here’s the thing, having a light-skinned, biracial actress play Starr is just a reflection of our current state of black activism. Who is the media’s go to person as one of the loudest voices against Black injustice? A light-skinned, biracial man. Who does the media hold up as the voice of Black girls? A black identifying, biracial girl. Yeah, they identify as black but unlike monoracial Black people, they will always have that other half to lean on, to benefit from while also benefiting from identifying as Black. That other half makes them a safe black, and this movie calls out the idea of being a non-threatening black person (I can’t remember the actual term used) and it would have had more impact if Starr wasn’t light-skinned, aka default safe Black.

Am I happy I saw this movie? Yes. We are going through an interesting chapter in black girl representation. 

Should you go see it? Yes. The movie is trying to be something for a target audience I am not a part of. Maybe you are the one they are trying to reach.

[jdmainman123]

Yes it was ladies hold your panties in bikinis on the office site was voted the only one that didn't support this biracial wedding

But we know Dallas has a lot of cowboys. I just love seeing little black boys born without sisters and then want to say this slavery ring is all okay because I'm going to give you my old daughter. And let me remind you you're not allowed to say ice cream around her you're not listen to Tupac dear Mama around her. THAT'S RIGHT HE DIED SUFFOCATING

I called it my site was the only one against us by Rachel wedding I'm not sorry ALL THE BLACK HAIR WHITES AND GIRLS ARE WAY BETTER THAN HIS WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN GIRL. YOU KNOW THE BENEFITS OF SAYING I WAS BORN BLACK BUT I MADE IT OUT OF THE STRUGGLE AND THE PROJECTS AND I ALMOST SUCCESSFUL WHITE MAN DRIVING A BENTLEY.

No you kiss my ass

[ecreads]

Title: Black is Brown is Tan

Author: Arnold Adoff

Illustrator: Emily Arnold McCully

Published: 1973 by HarperCollins

Genre & Format: Contemporary Realistic Fiction, Verse & Poetry, Picture Book

Key Themes: Black Stories, Family, Multicultural, Multigenerational

Reading Level: Preschool, Kindergarten, First Grade, Second Grade

Language: English

ISBN: 9780064436441

Content Warnings:

None

Publisher’s Synopsis:

“Brown-skinned mama, the color of chocolate milk and pumpkin pie. White-skinned daddy, not the color of milk or snow, but light with pinks and tiny tans. And their two children, the beautiful colors of both.

For an all-American family, full of joy, warmth, and love, this is the way it is for us / this is the way we are

When it was first published in 1973, black is brown is tan featured the first interracial family in children's books. Decades later, Arnold Adoff's and Emily Arnold McCully's picture book continues to offer a joyous and loving celebration of all the colors of the race, now newly embellished with bright watercolor paintings that depict a contemporary family of the twenty-first century.

And the chorus rings true as ever:

black is brown is tan is girl is boy is nose is face is all the colors of the race”

Review: Elena Reads

“Black is Brown is Tan is from the perspective of a biracial couple and their children. I don’t really see many biracial characters in books, so this was cool to see. They talked about what they do with each parent, like how their mother combs their hair, and their Dad barbecues.

That part is kind of personal to me, because I am biracial. My mom is black, and my dad is Filipino. And, in one part of the book, all of their relatives on both sides of the family came over, some with blonde hair, others with skin as dark as chocolate cake. I could also relate to that because I have relatives who are black, white, Filipino, Samoan and Indian.

I liked that the author kept repeating these lines: “black is brown is tan is girl is boy is nose is face is all the colors of the race.” Basically, he is saying that we may look different, but we are all the same, we’re all people! I also thought it was cool that the author explained being biracial in such an easy way to young kids.”

Additional Resources:

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Kirkus Review

Replacement for Dr. Seuss’s Fox in Socks- Alliteration:  For More Information on Replacing Dr. Seuss, visit Teach for the Change