It’s Also Incredibly Racist That Reyna Is A Brown Girl Whose Plot Line Revolves Entirely Around Her

Amplify BIPOC voices ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

riordan: gives every indication that he does not plan to listen to the voices of any of his fans who dare to criticize him, outright says he doesn’t believe he has anything to apologize for

white fans: but wait don’t cancel him… he can still change

learning to love your(ethnic)self

because we are often taught not to

noses

how i am coming to terms with my hooked nose

how i learned to love my big, ‘jewish’ nose — and, by extension, my religion: white

how i learned to love my big nose and lips

i’m proof you can learn to love a big nose

how i learned to love my face- nose and all

a journey of loathing and embracing big noses

love your big nose, because it connects you to your african roots

how i love my distinct (east) asian features

i used to be embarassed by my (east) asian features

how radhika sanghani learned to stop worrying and love her nose

bonus: the beauty of monolids, as told by 5 beauty bloggers

body hair

learning to love my body hair

a guide to loving your natural hair

coming to terms with my indian body hair in quarantine

leave my hairy arms alone

why it took me 19 years to embrace my brown skin and body hair

lebanese artist rallies againsts arab beauty standards (hair + nose)

embracing my body hair (.... kind of)

to those who feel left out by the body hair revolution: i see you

the black girls’ guide to shaving

skin

how i learned to love my skin color (tw: lightening/bleaching)

how i overcame colorism and learned to love my dark skin

my journey in loving my morena skin

why i love my brown skin (poem!)

how i learned to love my morena skin

how i learned to finally love my brown skin (tw: skin whitening)

how i learned to love my black skin

unfair and lovely (tw: skin whitening/bleaching)

learning to love my brown skin (brief mention of skin whitening)

how i learned to love the color of my skin

loving my brown skin: poem

here’s how i learned to fully embrace that my black is beautiful

hair

how “quarantine curls” reignited the natural hair movement.: black

real women share their kinky-curly hair stories

after 15 years, i’m finally starting to embrace my natural hair: black

how i learned to embrace my natural 4c hair pattern

embracing my naturally curly hair: nb

embracing (multiple types) of asian hair in all its glory

what it’s like wearing naturally curly hair as an arab american woman

india and curls

why you need to embrace your curly hair: arab

culture

i love my culture!: dominican

what does it mean to be african?

the love for my culture (poem/song)

how i came to embrace my culture: vietnamese

how i learned to embrace my culture: indian

my lunchbox moment: learning to embrace my culture: indian

embrace your unique latinx indentity

why is it important to embrace your culture and heritage with love?: nyonya

learning to embrace my heritage: AAPI (tw: cambodian genocide)

opinion: in our nation of immigrants, embrace cultural heritage: vietnamese (tw: violence against native americans)

how embracing my chinese heritage taught me how to respect myself and find the courage to become an entrepreneur.

embracing my family heritage: persian

embracing the african in african-american

how i learned to embrace my middle eastern self

embracing latinx culture

it’s never too late to get in touch with your cultural background: chinese-american

some ideas on how to start reconnecting!

how i embraced my cultural heritage: turkish

reconnecting: native

This is by no means an effort to mass-educate, or make an “all-inclusive” list (that doesn’t exist, btw). It’s me sharing with other nonwhite teens things that have helped me understand myself and show that you are able to reconnect with and embrace yourself. In summary, this is a list of stories by POC who have learned to love themselves and their backgrounds.

one of my favorite things is how the batboys are all close with essentially invincible aliens but the second they see the supers they’re just instinctively like hey how about i uhhhh jump in the line of danger for you anyways :)

Polyam day

Piper woke up, her limbs tired, her eyes itching, she didn’t remember how she got home, the last thing on her mind was studying in the library, a horrible migraine during a horrible day, thankfully, today was better, just her body sore.

The door opened, soft steps around the room, the curtain moving, a crack of sunlight entering the place.

“Morning babe, how was your sleep?”

Reyna was at the window, her hair loose, long, falling at her back, a towel around her neck, barefoot, she was brushing her hair.

“Let me.”

Piper sat on the bed, stretching her arms, holding the brush on the nightstand, brushing Reyna’s hair, kissing her neck, quickly, smiling at the blushing of her girlfriend.

“Are you fine?”

Annabeth entered the room, holding a tray, scramble eggs, waffles, a cup of chocolate and a glass with a flower on it, leaving the breakfast on the bed, she climbed on and kissed Piper, a chaste kiss on her lips, other kiss on her nose and one on Reyna’s cheek.

“Yep, better than yesterday,” answered Piper, putting the tray on her legs, cutting a bit of a waffle “but, how did I get here?”

“Leo found you knocked out on the library, we brought you home, made you take a bubble bath and put on pajamas.”

Piper smiled, feeling cozy, looking at her girlfriends.

“I love you, both of you.”

@pjofemslashweek

AU

Sumary: Reyna took Jason to a gay bar, and he meets Leo

Jason was standing in the entrance of a bar, Reyna, his best friend, was sitting in the sidewalk, checking her phone.

“Stop with that.” she said, punching the leg of Jason.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re thinking loudly.” Reyna stand up, patting the arm of Jason “Your parents won’t come, they think we are in Hylla’s place”

Jason knew that, Reyna and Thalia’s plan was almost perfect, but going to that kind of bar, a gay bar, was a declaration, like making official to the world that he was gay, his parents knew, his closest friends knew, he even had a boyfriend, but he never had the guts to speak up about his sexuality, he never was capable to hold the hands of his ex, or kiss him in the light, or saying he loved him, when he did it, deeply.

Sighing, he hold Reyna’s hand, in a tight grip, biting his bottom lip, looking the street, ignoring the glances of others boys around him.

“Today is Latin Night, with Latin music.”

“Latin Americans have a lot of music, they could put salsa, boleros, cumbia…”

“You know what kind of music the will put” the terrified look of Jason made Reyna jiggle “Reggaeton, champeta, guaracha, maybe trap.”

“That means dancing really close, a lot of twerk, sexy moves,” Thalia appeared, hugging Jason, bumping fists with Reyna “And is your punishment, Jay, because you put us down a lot of times”

Pulling his brother, Thalia shared a look with the guard, whom didn’t ask for ID’s, going to the counter, were a girl was mixing beverages, passing to Thalia and Reyna two glasses, like she knew their favorite liquor, giving Jason a look full of mockery.

“What will be the order for the himbo, sparkling water, soda, zero alcohol beer?”

“Phoebe,” said Thalia, her voice sharp “This is my baby brother, I raised him, therefore, he is not a himbo.”

“The baby want milk? I have zero lactose.”

“The baby want a moonlight” interrupt Reyna, rolling her eyes in front of the bartender attitude.

Jason space out while the girls talked, seeing the teenagers dancing in the center of the place, too tight, a pair of girls kissing near the bathrooms, boys nearly making out in the middle of the place, all of them acting freely, shaking their hips, kissing without worries.

He sat near the counter, drinking while Phoebe keep refilling his glass, getting a little bit dizzy, while the night keep going, Reyna and Thalia where somewhere in the place, maybe making out with each other or with someone else.

“Phoebe, my girl, mi chica, who’s the night.”

A boy sat at his side, winking at Phoebe direction, catching all the attention of Jason, taking his breathe, making him blinking fast.

“Shut up, Leo” Phoebe hissed, tuting her tongue af Jason faces “Uh oh, baby Jason is drooling over a boy”

The hot boy, Leo, look at Jason, giving him a smirk that makes Jason miss a few heartbeats, his eyes going through the boys curls, the sharp face, the brown skin, the dark eyes, all making the boy really eye catching.

“I’m Leo”

“You are hot”

The laugh of the boy was glorious, sweet, bubbling, funny.

“I know, but i don’t know your name”

“Jason, Jason Grace, I’m eighteen”

The laugh of Phoebe popped the bubble.

“Leo’s seventeen, sorry baby, you can’t get laid”

Jason tilted his head, blinking, without getting the joke.

“We can enjoy ourselves” answered Leo “we don’t need to get too sexy”

“You are sexy” the words came out dizzy.

“And you’re drunk, do you think you can dance and use your tongue for something else?”

Jason nodded, letting Leo take him to the dance floor, gasping when the boy hugged him, moving his hips, putting his lips near the ear of Jason.

“You don’t have to be a charming knight, you can touch”

Remembering how some friends of Hylla taught him how to dance that kind of music, Jason started to dance, moving with Leo, enjoying the bubbling laugh of the shortest boy, holding his waist, moving along the back of the boy, getting, slowly, closer, the lips of Leo kissing along his neck, under the adam’s apple, his warm hands playing with the hair of Jason.

“I want to see you again” Jason muttered.

“Sorry, Chico Sexy, but I’m not from the zone”

“Me neither”

Leo pulled him near a wall, trapping himself between Jason and the wall, smiling devillish, standing on his tiptoes, kissing the corner of Jason lips, playfully.

“Where are you from?”

“Near San Francisco” Jason muttered, moving his head, trying to caught Leo’s lips “But I’m moving to New York next week”

Leo freeze, letting Jason start a kiss, moving his lips fast, holding the face of Leo, using his tongue to lick Leo’s bottom lip, bitting a little bit.

“I’m going to NYU”

Leo laugh, pushing Jason, pressing his hands on the blonds chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yep” the word popping out of his mind, his lips leaving a trace along Leo’s sharp jaw, feeling the warm, and a little bit sweaty, skin. 

“The universe gotta be fucking kidding me” Leo sighed “If you kiss me well we could have future meetings”

Jason bent over Leo, kissing the boy, an arm holding his waist, one hand on his jaw, lifting his head, open his mouth to receive Leo’s mouth, moaning quietly, while Leo moved his leg sending stars to Jason head, the others boy mouth tasting like smoke, his hands leaving a hot feeling.

***

It was friday, Jason was walking in the campus, seeing the skyscrapers, thinking about the cloudless California sky, missing Reyna, the girl taking a few months before going into college, staying in San Juan, learning about her family, Thalia was still in California, Jason was alone in the Big Apple.

Too focus on his things, didn’t notice the boy walking in his direction, bumping with each other, both falling on the ground.

“Imbécil” muttered the boy, shaking his curly hair.

“You’re Leo” said Jason, remembering the boy he kissed back in that bar “the hot guy of the bar in LA”

“Chico Sexy” The tone was surprised, notting like the suggestive voice he used in the bar “I think the universe said you kissed me good enough”

Dreams

Annabeth remembered how out of place she felt at school, when the girls talked about their mothers, how all his cousins had mothers, when, in the school family day, she used to be alone, because his father was working.

As a kid, she always dreamed about a family, having a loving mother, someone who will brush her hair, cook the breakfast, take her to school, play with her, help with the homework, Frederick Chase was an busy man, he didn’t have enough time to take good care of a little girl.

Growing, Annabeth’s dreams changed, he stopped dreaming about loving parents, now she was picturing herself as a mother, having kids, raising them, being the mother she always wanted to have, she dreamed about a husband too, a faceless man, loving and caring.

During the college, she dated a lot of boys, but nobody wanted to plan the relation so far, thinking about marriage and kids, Annabeth stopped bringing the topic, smiling and never asking for a stronger compromise, the dream bury on her mind.

In her final years at college, moving with a roommate, a girl named Reyna, she started to think about it again.

Reyna was sweet, waking soon to make breakfast, always asking about Annabeth’s day, dragging the girl to her bed when she fell sleep on her desk, Reyna was so loving and caring, slowly, the faceless man morphed into a girl, someone like Reyna.

“Would you like to have kids?” asked Reyna once, both of them looking at the window, eating ice cream, a summer storm breaking the sky.

“I like the idea of a house with white fences, two or three kids, a dog.”

“Lovely,” Reyna looked at the sky, her eyes wandering on the landscape “I’d be nice to have a family, raise a kid, knowing you will have someone waiting for you, having a home.”

“When I was little, I thought I would marry a man, but know, I only picture a girl, two kids, a big dog, a house I designed, big backyard, something pretty”

“All the things you design are pretty”

Annabeth blushed, avoiding Reyna’s eyes, they stayed in silence, looking at the storm.

They graduate and part ways, in the months before they departure the topic never come up again, Annabeth dated girls and boys, some relations more serious than others, and they idea of Reyna being her lifelong partner faded away.

Years later, more than a decade, they met again, the group of friends they were in college reunited, Annabeth was married with a pretty girl, and they adopted a little boy, she had the house and the dog, big backyard and a room for another kid, her wife was all she wanted and more.

“You know,” she told Reyna when she was leaving “I dreamed about us together.”

“Yeah, me too.”

@pjofemslashweek

I will pay to read that

Before I start answering other anons, I want this specific anon to know YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS IM WRITING YOUR REQUEST, HELL YEAH. I'm still in shock people want more Cain content 😂 ANYWAY, one damicain vs damijon fic will be up soon!

why are wlw books so angsty and deep all the time like where is my casual wlw romcom or my fantasy lesbians, space bis and trans princesses like not every wlw has some lost love in some town in the middle of nowhere

Masterpost Part 5/6

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The Ice Cream Adventures for courageous_boss

Dick Grayson wanted only the best ice cream for his little brother. Ice Cream trucks were bland. They had lights and made fun sounds, but Damian, he knew, was not into such trivial things. He would want delicacies. So that was what he would get, Dick decided.

As it turns out, though, sometimes staying in the most crime-ridden city is actually the safer plan.

When I'm standing in the gallows I'll be staring at the sky for @boyblunder-thedarkheir

Damian goes back to his grandfather's side to protect his family, but the last thing he expects is for Dick to follow him. In the dark heart of the League, there's nothing Damian can do to spare his Robin.

Dynamite Duo Gift Exchange Art 2021 for @inksalot101

Prompt: "Any fic or art that's hurt/comfort or fluffy? I dont really mind anything. Nothing explicit please"

This prompt reminded me of that one scene where Dick and Damian see each other for the first time in a very long time and they run to hug each other, so I drew Dick and Damian hugging. Ha, pretty self-explanatory but I hope you like it! :')

Build a Will to Thrive for @cute-bi-disaster

Damian, sneaking out to do a solo patrol without Batman's permission, comes across a Talon from the Court of Owls. Only this one doesn't seem interested in killing him.

What's Not to Like About the Zoo? for @salparadiselost

They were in the African Savanna part of the zoo, staring at giraffes, when Dick’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Sorry to interrupt your day, Dick, but we think there might be a bomb in one of the buildings," said the voice of Oracle.

The hand not holding his phone dropped down to where Damian’s shoulder would be—except it wasn’t there.

Dick’s breath caught.

OR D&d go to the zoo, what could go wrong?

Brotherly Love (aka four times Dick Grayson said "I Love You" and one time Damian Wayne said it back) for @mlim8

The title basically says it all. Lots of fluff. It's set during the Batman!Dick era, in a slight AU where Supersons happened prior to battle for the cowl. Written for the Dynamite Duo gift exchange. Enjoy!

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