About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.
Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total loss. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”
Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.
And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.
I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕
Being Loki of Asgard’s best friend wasn’t always the easiest job. He liked to meddle with magic so it was no surprise that he asked you to be his test subject.
He was your best friend, he wouldn’t hurt you, right?
Loki, swore it was just a small glamour spell. But when he abracadabra’d his hands it seemed Loki had become a giant, or you had just become Ant-Man.
By Loki’s reaction and by further inspection on your behalf you realized this was not good. Last time you checked you didn’t have fur. Meowing angrily you lunge at Loki’s figure, climbing until you reach his face. Upon reaching his face you begin to nibble and paw at it angrily.
He grabs you by the fur at the nape of your neck, holding you at arms length. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Based on: I have to thank @only-kneel-before-loki (see this post) and @just-another-otp-prompt-blog (see prompt #99) for the dialogue! Also, check out their amazing blogs😍
Tagging @moonfaery cause I think you can appreciate this 😂💕
“Heeeeeeeeeey!”, exclaimed Y/N in an excessively loud tone. “Here you are… Watcha doin’?”. The words that fell from her lips was slightly slurred, though it was almost unnoticeable. She had quite ungraciously thrown herself on the sofa, where Loki was sipping his drink.
He cocked an eyebrow at her cheerful smile. His gaze wandered on her wet eyes and her reddened cheeks. “You’re drunk”. It wasn’t a question.
The music echoed through the air, mixing with the buzz of chatter as the guests enjoyed one of Tony Stark’s way-too-may parties.
She gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to her chest. “I am not! How dare you?”. He sighed. At least she was still able to form proper sentences.
Steve and Sam joined, chuckling. “Be careful, Y/N. You may do something you’d regret in the morning”. The young woman scoffed at Sam’s teasing.
“I’m just tipsy, y’all. I’m totally in control, I swear!”. Maybe she intended to speak quietly, but she was basically shouting.