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Palestine, 1996. Source: (AP Photo/Studio Samadi)

ID: [Three young boys on top of what looks like to be a rooftop. One of them is seated. He holds a long wooden flag pole, waving the Palestinian flag in the air. The other two boys are standing behind him. One of them is wrapping a kuffiyeh around the other’s head.] END ID.

let’s go more into detail about what misogynoir is so it will be a bit easier for you guys to notice it. on my youtube channel i talk about this subject a lot. if you guys are interested in learning more, please check it out.

hey fren! could you pretty please do a bakugou x fem!reader scenerio where reader has an overprotective ass dad and he sees bakugou with his hand on her ass? if you wanna you headcannons thats aight too lmao

ofc!

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴠs. ᴅᴀᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

ᴀᴜ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Cookout? What cookout?” He said in a relaxed position on y’all’s bed, spread eagle.

You put your bonnet on before slapping his feet off of your side, getting in the bed yourself.

“My parents are hosting the cookout this year. We’re having it at their place at 3 tomorrow.” You turned off the lamp sitting on your nightstand, but his stayed on.

“What’s a cookout . . . ?”

You nearly forgot. He’s never been to a cookout. This was the first one he was going to since y’all only been together for 9 months.

“It’s like a barbecue and a family reunion.”

He hummed in response, turning off his lamp. “What time we getting back home?”

“‘Round . . . 2 in the morning? Maybe later? I don’t really know. But it’s around that time.”

“Doesn’t it start at 3?!”

Tf she mean “around that time”? Bakugou thought.

“Yeah.”

“So just f-ck sleep, right?”

“Exactly.” You turned to him. “Don’t worry, we ain’t leaving the house till 4.”

“Ain’t you just said it starts at 3?”

“We not getting there at 3. I refuse to be ‘part of the set up crew.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing you before you both fell asleep

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(Damn them sh-ts big as hell on here)

“Remember: yes ma’am and sir/no ma’am and sir, if you hear cousins and aunts talking, they ain’t finna actually do something, they just talk, um, what am I missing . . . ? Oh yeah—! Don’t provoke the itty bitty cousins.”

You were internally cursing yourself right now. You should’ve got dates and times before last night, so you could properly train him, instead of what your doing right now. Cramming.

Bakugou just nodded, looking through y’all’s closet for something nice to wear.

“Can you surprise me with an outfit?” You asked as you were doing your make up.

Like hell you were gonna let your cousins look better than you.

He pulled out a dress that barely covered anything, walking up behind you to slap your ass.

He’s an ass man.

“What you doing makeup for?” He looked in the mirror, seeing you focused.

“I ain’t letting my cousins and aunties look better than me. Got me f-cked all the way up— what’d you get me?” You looked behind you to see the dress he picked out.

Of course he’d pick that dress. He always picks that dress when you ask him to surprise you.

“Dumbass. They couldn’t look half as good as you if they tried.” He grabbed your ass, pulling you in to kiss him.

“Stop! I’m tryna do this!” You said, laughing while saying so.

He chuckled, laying the dress out on the bed before he decided to get dress himself.

“The hell this nappy ass wig doing on my dresser—“

“DON’T DO NOTHING TO IT, I’M FINNA WEAR IT!”

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You were sitting in the car, putting final touches on yourself before getting out.

Knocking on the door, one of your grandmas answered.

“Hey, baby!” She said in a course voice, slowly chugging her way to hug you, rocking you back and forth. “Look at you wearing grown folk clothes.”

“Hey grandma.” You chuckled, letting go. “This my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Ohh, you look like one of those pro-heroes. All Mights?”

The blonde hair reminded her of him.

He smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too. Well— well, come in. Your mama’s out back, baby.” She said to you before letting you both out.

Out there were your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, some family friends. Everything like you expected.

You introduced Bakugou to everyone one by one. They kept saying how he was that one pro hero in the top 3 of Japan. Especially the itty bitty children who wanted to be a hero too.

They were 🤏🏾 this close to stealing him away from you.

He looked like he was enjoying himself, thankfully.

Well, at least trying to be before you and your favorite cousin reunited.

“AAAAAH! MISS GURL!”

“AAAAAAH!”

Y’all were screaming y’all heads off, laughing loud as hell, talking loud as hell.

“So you think you grown now that you got a pro-hero boyfriend, huh?”

Playing loud as hell.

Y’all were just loud in general.

You heard faint talking about how you were dressed when your cousin was tryna show you something.

Really think she doing something, huh?

Wearing that tiny thing to impress her friend.

It ain’t working.

Thank god your cousin was here, cause she heard the petty aunts and cousins talking, too.

She reassured you, like every year, that you looked perfectly fine. They mad cause they wanna be you. It was painfully clear.

They talked about you every cookout, even if you weren’t in seeing or hearing radius. You lived in their head rent free.

How’s it feel? 😏

Anyways, your dad and uncles were talking to Bakugou about grilling, even letting him flip a patty or two.

Must really like him if he let him flip a patty.

Your cousin went to the bathroom, so you walked over to Bakugou, seeing how he was doing.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey.” He put an arm around your waist, setting his hand on your ass.

“To be honest, I don’t really like it medium well, I prefer my steak to be well, y’know? I like the sort of, charred taste, if you know—“ Your dad was talking before the sight of Bakugou’s hand on your ass cut him off. “What’re you doing there, son.”

Son would’ve been a compliment, if he hadn’t said it in the tone of voice he was using right now.

“What . . Nothing? What are you talking about old man?!”

Holy f-ck. Your boyfriend really didn’t wanna see tomorrow.

“Move your hand.”

You groaned. “We just gonna forget that I’m a whole adult?”

“Like how we forgot that little ass dress you’re wearing? Sure, if you want.” Your dad slapped Bakugou’s forearm with the hot spatula. “Hands off her.”

“He’s my whole boyfriend—“

“And this is my whole house.”

Your mom was watching from afar and sighed, finally making her way over.

“Katsuki, baby, you and U/n (uncle name) can keep cooking. I need to just talk to Y/n’s dad for a second.” She pulled him away.

You sighed in annoyance, holding Katsuki’s hand. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Tch, it’s whatever. Sorry, U/n, I need to use the restroom.” He gave the tongs to your uncle before going to the restroom.

“Cool man, all good.” The uncle took it and started picking the ready to go meats off, putting them in a glass tray.

Your cousin walked past, looking at you both in confusion. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you on FaceTime when I get home.” You sighed.

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“Damn,” Bakugou said to himself, devoring the food. “This is really good, Ms. L/n.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” Your mom smiled as your grandma nodded, gesturing a ‘thank you’.

“Eating like you ain’t had a good meal in months. Baby, what you feeding him?” Your grandma joked.

“Katsuki.” Your dad said abruptly, scaring everyone a little. “Thank you for caring for my daughter. And keep your raggedy hands off her.” The last sentence, it was clear he was joking cause he was smiling.

Bakugou smiled too, which made you relieved. “Yes sir.”

“Katsuki!” Some kids from their own little dinner table came over to your boyfriend. “Can we see your quirk?”

“He’s tryna eat—“ you tried reasoning but he was okay with it.

He showed off a tiny explosion from his hand.

Their little eyes lit up, telling him all about how they wanted to be a hero, too.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Better than when y’all were in high school.

The rest of the time being, y’all had fun. Dancing, just talking, more eating cause let’s be honest, we know Bakugou couldn’t let that food go.

ɪғ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ!

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aot characters and their reaction to a black cadet

various attack on titan characters

an // here’s to my fellow black girls!! <3 p.s, can you tell who i’m simping for at the moment?

eren jaeger

when eren first sees you, his jaw almost hits the floor

i mean...you’re...brown?

eren’s never seen a brown person before

he’s so curious bless his heart

you’ll probably catch him staring at you more than once

don’t hate him though, he’s literally just in awe of you

armin arlert

when armin first sees you, he freezes up

i mean, seeing you is like seeing the sea for the first time

you’re supposed to be myth, only exsisting in a book

but no

armin will probably study you and most definitely try to become your friend

he’s so sweet but you know he’s curious, always catching him smiling as you tell him something new about yourself and your culture

mikasa ackerman

mikasa wouldn’t exactly fawn over you, but she would gravitate towards you

after all, you’re different — like her

you’d probably bond if you had some similar experience with racism/trafficking

mikasa would probably be protective over you and would only ask you questions if you were comfortable

she’d give people the stink eye if they stared too long or ask too many questions

levi ackerman

levi tries not to stare, he really does

he tells himself that you’re no different from anyone else, that only your skin is

but...every now and then he’ll catch himself glancing over at you just cause he’s curious

he thought your people were just a myth, like armin

is slightly amazed, but keeps it to hismelf

you better thank him cause he desperately tries to keep hanji away from you

hanji zoe

good lord

this woman SCREECHES when she sees you

she actually scares you from how fascinated and obsessed she is with you

“can i touch it? please, PLEASE?” — hanji every time you change your hair

quite honestly, no ones more accepting than her

she’d take you under her wing and learn all about you

“WHAT’S THIS? YOU BURN IN THE SUN LESS THAN YOUR COMRADES Y/N, IF AT ALL!”

“erm, yeah...?”

hide. hanji is coming for you

reiner braun

what’s this?

a goddess among men?

safe to say, reiner will think you’re some type of angel

he will immediately jump in and try to talk to you, probably even try to win you over

he just thinks you’re so damn beautiful and unique

stutters every time he tries to play cool and ends up looking anything but

other people tease him cause they know he has a crush on

“h-hey y/n?”

“yeah reiner?”

“i just think...i just think we’d look good together, don’t you think?”

reiner wants to train with you all the time

he wants to see your ass he loves helping you sm

mans practically worships the ground you walk on

it’s a little creepy at first it’s sweet 💞

jean kirschtein

jean is a simple man

he sees exotic woman, he likes exotic woman

he’d probably admire you from afar cause he’s too shy to talk to you

probably bullies connie into talking to you so he can know everything about you

“huh? why do i have to do everything? just go talk to her!”

nervously approaches you with his hand on his neck and a blush on his cheeks

“h-hey y/n...”

“huh? oh, hi jean!”

“you know my name?”

is shook, but pleasantly surprised

the more he talks with you the more he likes you and the better he is at not stuttering

really likes your hair and compliments you ALL the time

he’s just so fascinated and ugh, it’s so cute

Paulina Otylie Surys

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