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Gladys Knight, 1974 ♡
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"Black Shampoo", 1976 ♡
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“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.”
-Malcolm X (1962)
(Originally found on insta from @ashleighchubbybunny)
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Am I racist/anti-black? I'm black but I can't seem to get through fiction written by black creators because they use slang and AAVE and change the character to match their own culture and vernacular rather than inserting themselves into that world and it just bothers me when I see it. I don't know if that makes me anti-black, but I just don't personally talk that way so when I see it, I scroll past the story because I don't like the language used.
hmm, I’m not sure since personally if I write I try to keep it as nuetral as possible? It’s kinda weird cause if I’m writing I just automatically make the reader,, Asian? Cause the manga/anime is in Japan. I don’t think it makes you anti-black because if you don’t like the slang they use to describe the reader then you don’t have to read it. Personally, if I’m reading something and the reader is written as a white person and does things that would only be acceptable in America.. it’s kinda weird to me and puts me off the story? idk, cause I’m white so it’s kinda weird for me lol
if the character is written to be in a different culture than your own, it can be off putting so I don’t think you’re racist or anti-black in any way. Maybe it’s just that you’re used to reading fics with a reader that seemingly doesn’t express their culture or where they were raised..they’re just there?
I’m sorry if this wasn’t any help!
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⤿ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 ! 🍪
bakery special; i needed to cheer myself up with some fluff, & these lil hello panda cookies are absolutely addicting. enjoy 💗
dessert pairing; daichi, ushijima, bokuto, kageyama, & hinata x gn! reader
pastry taglist; @beatific-drabbles @this-kitty-got-claws @the-iron-wife @sushizombie @bakugou-jpg @bear-kingdom-princess @marsbf @heroheads
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─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Daichi Sawamura
“just one, dai ? pretty pretty please?” you pout, & your boyfriend sighs as he weighs the pros & cons of two different protein powders.
“we haven’t even had lunch yet, [y/n]. you’ll spoil your appetite,” he tries to reason with you as he places the bottle in the cart, ignoring your pouty face with every ounce of his strength. “but they’re so tiny & delicious, one box won’t kill me. plus you said we couldn’t have the really huge box of mini chocolates, this is a fair compromise !”
he’s really regretting introducing the “snack compromise” rule; it was meant to balance out all your junk food with vegetables, & yet daichi feels like you’ve managed to con him with it more times than he can count.
“fine. one box, alrig— [y/n]! wait for me, you’ll get lost again—“ you’re too busy skipping towards the candy aisle, the shiny boxes of hello panda cookies calling your name. oh dear, daichi groans internally, watching you gather at least six boxes in your arms.
maybe he can sneak in a kale shake with your breakfast tomorrow.
[“are you going to at least share them with me?”
“maybe, if you ask nicely!”]
Ushijima Wakatoshi
“say ahh, toshi!”
the gym is absolutely silent, every single volleyball player practically breaking their necks to watch you as you hold the tiny, panda shaped cookie up to ushijima’s lips. tendou is far too pleased, & goshiki looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.
ushijima doesn’t even hesitate, leans down to gently take the cookie from your fingers — even pressing a gentle kiss against them before pulling away. it’s a practically unnoticeable act of pda, but for him it’s like he’s pulled you in for a hollywood dip & kiss, tongue & all.
“i like the chocolate ones better,” he says after a moment of chewing, & you laugh a little at his teammates’ expressions. “i know, but the strawberry ones are superior, toshi. you & your tastebuds will learn,” you tease, patting his cheek, & he leans against your palm a moment in another rare show of affection.
goshiki coughs on his water, tendou slapping at his back with a cackle heard all the way out into the halls. they’re quite obviously gawking at the pair of you, not used to seeing ushijima so... soft.
“told you. captain’s not so stoic with his weak spot,” tendou whispers, & you can’t even bring yourself to chastise him for gossiping; he’s absolutely 1000% right, & both you & wakatoshi know it.
that doesn’t stop your boyfriend from making them both do laps around the gym for eavesdropping instead of practicing, but they sort of deserved it.
[“i have the chocolate ones at home, if you wanna come over?”
“i’ve got a feeling that was your plan all along, princess.”
“maybe...”]
Bokuto Kotaro
“hi baby !”
your overly energetic boyfriend is waving best he can outside your window, arms full of at least twenty boxes of hello panda cookies. he’s got all different flavors, & if you squint you can see a few littering the grass around & behind him like a cookie trail — obviously from carrying more than he could handle.
“ko, it’s one am! what on earth are you doing?!” you whisper shout, but his smile never wavers. “you were mad at me earlier cause i ate all your cookies, so i told myself i’d buy you more, but then practice ran really late cause akaashi wanted to work on some moves, and then i fell asleep in the shower, & then the one corner store didn’t have the ones you liked so i had to go to the one with the fat cat in the window!”
“kotaro, that shop is nearly an hour away!” your boyfriend is still absolutely unphased, bouncing ok his toes as he tries to balance all the cookies in his arms. “yeah, but you’re my baby, my angel, my sweetheart princess sugar plum honey bun ! only the best for ya, duh !”
you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but inwardly you’re touched; he never fails to make you feel special, even if it’s a little over the top. “well, come inside then, no use freezing your tail off out there. but you’re big spoon tonight,” you warn, smiling despite yourself at the happy dance he does.
“and don’t leave those cookies on the grass, ko !” “of course not, baby!”
[he accidentally leaves a few behind, & you’re finding stray boxes for days after, but it’s sweet nonetheless, & your heart swells every time you see one. ]
Kageyama Tobio
“i can’t believe you’re not sharing with me.”
the pouty look on your boyfriend’s face is downright adorable, almost laughable as he rolls over on your bed to glare at you. you’re sitting at your desk, homework long forgotten as you munch the vanilla filled panda cookies — the ones you’re refusing to share.
“you wouldn’t share your milk with me earlier, so this is payback. you even looked offended that i’d asked !” you counter, munching another cookie, & kageyama scowls. “that’s different ! you know how i feel about milk !” he whines, & you can’t help your giggles.
“well, i feel the same way about hello panda cookies, & you’re gonna have to deal with it,” you tease, & your boyfriend huffs dramatically before flopping onto his back.
one minute passes, then two as you patiently wait. any moment now, and — “what if i brought you your own milk when i go get mine ? & maybe ... i let you sip mine sometimes?” he asks finally, leaning his head back over the edge of the bed to look at you upside down.
got him. you nod with a smile, carefully pressing a cookie to his lips at the compromise, & he grabs your hand to tug you onto the bed with him.
he was a brat, but you’d learned how to get your way with him, & he was none the wiser — he’s just lucky he’s so cute.
[“kageyama ! you brought me milk, i knew you loved me—“
“get away from me hinata, this is for [y/n] & [y/n] only !” ]
Hinata Shoyo
“what do you mean you don’t eat the ears first?”
your boyfriend is looking at you like you’ve grown six heads, but you don’t really care — you’re pretty sure you’re not the crazy one here. “[y/n], the cookie is so small. you don’t eat it all in one bite?” he asks incredulously, crumbs decorating the corner of his mouth.
leaning over, you brush the crumbs off his face before sitting criss cross on the grass next to him, shaking your head. “no, that’s not the right way to eat them. you bite off both the ears, then the head,” you explain, even pulling out a cookie to demonstrate.
hinata is still looking at you oddly, & you shrug your shoulders a little self consciously. “it’s how i’ve always eaten them, i dunno,” you mumble, & you watch his face melt into something more fond, more loving. “i’ll have to try it then,” he decides, carefully nibbling off the ears of the panda cookie, & you smile at how attentive he is.
“hm, they do kind of taste better this way. like i’m savoring it kinda ?” he says, & you nod excitedly. “exactly ! you get to enjoy the cookie more this way !”
“i’ll never eat them any other way ever again ! all hail the superior [y/n] way of cookie eating,” he declares, kissing your forehead as you giggle at his antics.
no matter how weird or out of place you feel, hinata is always there to make sure you know you’re loved just the way you are, & you appreciate him more than you can say.
[“is this cannibalism then? you’re sweet as a cookie, [y/n], & you’re cute like these ones too.”
“hinata shoyo, you flirt!” ]
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