Hero

Team Buns’n’guns, reporting for duty.

If DC weren’t cowards they’d give us some good family content instead if their lame angst (Im looking at you, Bruce)

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.

Dick Grayson Arm Appreciation Post. 

Pick A Song

"You're alone," said his step-mother, a wicked smile on her lips.

"They will come." But Nico wasn't sure.

He walked in, Hazel was in the living room, reading a book, Frank was at his side, sitting straight, in a different chair than Hazel, too nervous.

"Leo and Jason?"

"They will come."

Hazel sighed, patting at his side, where Nico sat, burying his fingers on his tights.

Being in a polyamory relationship was hard, especially when his family mocked him about that, even Hazel, sweet and caring, looked at him weirdly.

"Nico, dad is expecting you, he's in his office."

Bianca was standing, avoiding his eyes, walking away when Nico passed at her side, his heart still aching.

"None of your boys came."

"They're late, Leo is working, soon he will get a patent, the youngest boy getting one."

Nico's voice was angry, the teasing in his father's tone infuriating him, the words dripping venom.

"And Jason, his father still spoiling him? at least Valdez has his own money"

"The scholarship of Jason isn't a gift"

Mr. di Angelo waved, standing from his desk, walking to the dining room, where the rest of the family was waiting.

Thanks to god, only his sisters, father, and step-mother were there, but he was expecting Jason and Leo, the family wouldn't be so mean in their presence.

He could fake an emergency, though, Leo burning something, Jason injured, an imaginary pet dying.

While he considered causing an accident, the doorbell rang, the heart of Nico pumping, he almost ran to open the door, Leo and Jason on the door.

"Sorry, babe, Superman got stuck at the laundry."

Nico hugged Leo, breathing deeply, kissing his jaw, barely crying, feeling safe with his boys.

"Hi, Neeks, I'm really sorry."

Jason was holding a bouquet, a shy smile, bitting the little scar on his face, reaching Nico's hand, interweaving their fingers, kissing them.

"At least you're here."

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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”

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