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[canthebest1]

It’s better to not merge interracial dating with divestment. It’s really not about dating or switching from one male group to another. It’s about Black women prioritizing themselves and removing themselves from toxic situations and people that don’t serve them.

Yes I agree! The two comments I was replying two were on the topic of dating. But you can be single and be divested. Not all of us have the goal to be partnered up.

[canthebest1]

some of these anti-divest black women have heat for divested black women bc they point out the black community cannot be saved just bc they stick with black men. let's talk about it!

Agreed. And it seems I have ruffled some feathers with my response 😆. Black women should date and marry men who can benefit them the most. It does not have to be a black man. You have options!

1. Black women out number black men. I don’t know about y’all but I’m not sharing a man. I’m monogamous.

2. You are cutting off your dating pull by the millions due to the factor of skin color. This is not strategic, in fact it’s just idiotic.

3. Let’s not spread hate towards women who disagree with us. Not very classy ladies. My comments and message box are open. Let’s chat.

A/N: should I start a blog where we can discuss similar topics? I’m not a expert. In fact I’m a college student still learning and growing. But I k is what I want and don’t want for my future. We can converse with respect and grace.

[comintoyoulive]

i dont need to explain myself but i hate divest women because they act like dating is the most important issue the black community has and its not and again they are just swirlers with bigger vocabulary

[canthebest1]

Disagree. Our goals are to pursue relationships that are advantageous. When you want to be a wife and mother it’s important to find a man who will provide a safe and financially stable lifestyle. We don’t have to fix the black community. And never said we would. I find it interesting you hate women you’ve never met.

[anna-lia777]

Jesus protected women

Empowered women

Honoured women publicly

Released the voice of women

Confided in women

Was funded by women

Celebrated women by name

Learned from women

Respected women

And spoke of women as examples to follow

If the Creater of the World did that, what allows you, the creation to treat them badly? In His time women, were treated as nothing yet He regarded them as high as men. Because He created both men and women the same, but with different responsibilities. Same strength and ability (all through Him of course) but just a different purpose.

[canthebest1]

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[thememedaddy]

[canthebest1]

The more things change the more they stay the same.

[dollyon-theshelf-deactivated202]

New tumblr banner ✨✨✨ I love these two

[canthebest1]

They are so cute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[meloncha7n-deactivated20231126]

"are you the person who says goodnight to everyone at 9PM then stays up all night reading fanfictions at tumblr?"

[canthebest1]

It’s us besties

[lovelycreativecrafts]

Becoming Better | Endeavor x Black Female Reader (Series)

Part 1

Requested By: @canthebest1

Word Count: 1,715

Synopsis: This is part 2 of Becoming Better. Endeavor has an unintentional picnic with a woman he met a few days ago.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: While writing this I've decided to make this into a short series. With this writing piece, I wanted to practice showing a character's internal conflict without actually telling it and writing realistic stuttering. If you liked the short fanfic series, please like and reblog the post. If not, feel free to leave a comment on how the story could have been made better. I hope you all have a blessed day!!

Birds chirped as the morning breeze blew on my face. I closed my eyes and took in a breath. The aroma of plants filled my senses as the muscles in my back and hands relaxed. I repositioned myself from my knees and into Indian style across the blue blanket. I intertwined my fingers together and pushed my hands away from me. My fingers popped as the sun rose from the horizon. I brought my hands to my knees and closed my eyes, letting the sunlight and heat kiss my face. 

The light and heat that touched my face disappeared, and I blinked my eyes open. The sun that I thought disappeared actually was blocked by a person. I continued to blink my eyes and my eyes widened as I recognized the familiar face. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you hear.” The tall man commented. 

“Neither did I,” I whispered.

I stared up at Endeavor and I examined his unfamiliar attire. He was dressed in red jogger shorts and a loose black t-shirt. 

Out of all places, Endeavor just so happens to appear here. What are the chances? Am I just imagining things? 

My heartbeat increased as Endeavor took the black towel that hung around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

Endeavor looked down at me, “What are you doing here . . . If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Ah-Well, I’m-uh-taking a break from my work. It’s my off day, so I decided to do something that would be a bit relaxing since working on plants kinda hurts my back and hands.” I explained as I mentally scolded myself for talking too much. 

Endeavor nodded, “I see.”

“What about you?” 

“I just finished my morning run. It warms me up before having to go to work.” Endeavor explained.

“Ah, that makes sense. Do you come here often?”

“Yes, actually every day, it helps calms me. How about you?” 

“No, this is actually my first time here,” I answered. 

Endeavor nodded, and a brief silence came between us. 

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt your rest day, I’ll be going now.” Endeavor turned his back to me. 

My heart raced, “WAIT!”  

Endeavor looked over his shoulder and heat rose toward my cheeks as I realized how loud I was. 

“You can join me if you want to.” I invited. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes at me. 

“Its-Its just that I-uh-I made too much food from myself. I know I won’t be able to finish it by myself and I don’t want the food to go to waste. I know that it wasn’t smart of me to make so much food for myself but I wouldn’t mind sharing.” I blurted. 

Why do I have to be so talkative? I bet he’s already annoyed with me by now.

My heart skipped when Endeavor turned toward me. Is he really?

Endeavor glanced at his watch. You’re an idiot, Endeavor is a Pro-Hero. He’s too busy saving people to hang around with just one of his fans. He just said that he was doing his morning workout before he went to work. 

I closed my eyes as my heart sank, “I’m sorry, you’re probably too busy-,” 

“I have time.” Endeavor interrupted me. 

My eyes widened, “Huh?”

Endeavor already made himself onto the grass, took off his shoes, and made his way beside me on the blue blanket. He copied my sitting position, trying to take as little room as possible. 

I looked up at him and noticed how he towered over me even while sitting, “Endeavor, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother.” 

“You’re not, I actually have to cook when I get home, so this will save more time if I eat here instead.” Endeavor's red eyes seemed to brighten as the sun shined on him. 

I looked down at the food basket, “Okay.” 

I opened the basket that sat between us and pulled out sandwiches that were cut into triangles, fruits, chips, and water. 

“You can take anything you like,” I added.

Endeavor grabbed himself one of the triangle sandwiches from the many sandwich trays. I took a strawberry from the large bowl and bit into it. My heart continued to race as the sweetness enveloped my mouth. I peeked at Endeavor while he took one bite of the sandwich, chewing it whole. 

“Your sandwiches are good.” Endeavor reached for another sandwich. 

I looked back at the strawberry in my hand taking note of how the color of the strawberry matched Endeavor’s hair, “Thank you, Endeavor,” I smiled. 

I can’t believe Endeavor is sitting with me! I reached for another strawberry while I swiftly searched the park. I feel like this is somehow illegal. I mean, how often does a fan get to eat with their favorite hero alone?

“Thank you, ma’am, for the flowers the other day.” I felt Endeavor’s gaze on me. 

I grinned up at him, “Of course, I’m happy to help and my name is Y/N L/N not ma’am,” I chuckled. 

“Very well Ms. L/N.” 

I bit my lip as the morning chirps filled the silence between us. 

“Uh-How was-I mean who was the flowers for?” 

Endeavor paused before answering, “They were for my wife, I should have apologized to her a long time ago.” Endeavor looked off into the distance. 

That’s right Endeavor is married. Who else would he give those flowers to? 

I watched as Endeavor’s eyebrows knitted together. Shoot. I should change the subject. 

I searched my brain for different topics to mention, “Endeavor, I wanted to thank you for saving my family.” 

He looked at me, “I save a lot of people, when was it?” 

“It was last year, our apartment building was burning down and the rest of my family was still inside. None of my family members had strength or water-based quirks. So, I was a bit on edge when I found out they still haven’t made it out yet. But before the building came down you had flown into one of the windows and within a minute of seconds, you flew right back out with my whole family in your arms.” I smiled. 

“Do you mean the family with a large range of hair colors?” Endeavor asked. 

“Yes! I was so happy and relieved you had saved all of them.” I answered. 

He really remembered them. 

“You really don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job and besides I’m sure any hero would have gone into the burning building if they knew someone was inside.” Endeavor commented. 

I frowned, “Not any hero. There were heroes there that didn’t go inside because it was too hot. Which I don’t blame them but you still went inside, despite the fact it was hot and you didn’t have a water-based quirk you still went inside and saved my family. If you weren’t there, my family would not be here right now.” I looked down at my lap. 

“I see then forget everything I just said and please accept my humblest apologies. I didn’t know how much of an impact I’ve had on you and your family’s lives.” 

“It’s okay and you don’t have to apologize, in a way it lets me know that you're not a hero just for the fame.” I forced a smile up at him. 

I grabbed a sandwich from the tray and I looked down at the grass as my previous excitement left my body. I could tell that the grass was recently cut just by the blunt ends. 

“Do you own that plant shop?” 

I glanced back at Endeavor, “Yes, how did you know?” 

“Well, I’ve only seen you work in that store and you seem to have a love for plants.” Endeavor answered. 

“I do have a love for plants. I actually have 3 plant children at home. One is a cactus, the other is a peace lily, and the other is an orchid.”

“I never knew people took plants for children,” Endeavor said bluntly. 

The familiar heat began to rise toward my cheeks. It’s not weird to have plants for children, right? They’re pretty much my babies. 

“Then does that mean you have a plant-based quirk?” 

“Ah, no. I am actually quirkless.” 

Endeavor’s eyes widened, “Oh.” 

“But my sister actually has a plant-based quirk.” I forced a smile. 

Why did he react that way? I know being quirkless isn’t really looked good upon but it doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just who I am. 

“She’s actually a hero too except she’s part of the rescue team,” I added. 

“Is any of your other family members heroes too?”

“No, just my sister. Our parents were happy to hear that she wanted to become a hero since no one else in our family did before.” 

“Why is that?” 

“Well, that’s because everyone in my family has their own set of quirks. My whole family is kinda known for contributing to society in some type of way. Some are in the criminal justice field while others are in the medical field. And since I don’t have any quirks, I guess I’m the only one not really doing society any justice.” I lowered my voice. 

I am the youngest of all my siblings and the only one without any special abilities. Out of everyone even me, my parents were the most devastated once they found out I was quirkless. 

“Ms. L/N, you’re doing more than you think.” Endeavor stared into my eyes. 

“Every time you thank me for something or even just look up to me, it ignites a fire underneath me to keep me pushing forward and to do my best with my hero work.”

My eyes widened as fire sparked from his chin and under his nose. 

“Even just simply meeting you the other day has impacted me more than I could imagine and I am sure that you have positively impacted much more people than just me even your family. So, don’t look down on yourself.” 

Fire enveloped Endeavor’s lower half of his face in the shape of a beard and a mustache. It was the same when he was in his hero outfit. My heart raced inside my chest as I gaped at him. I don’t know what to say to that. 

[melancholymetropolis]

Revenge pt. 1

synopsis: Y/N is Tengen's fourth wife and a Hashira in training. After a sudden turn of events, she decides to leave her home and divorce her partner(s). Not before enacting revenge.

pairings: Tengen Uzui x Reader

genre(s): Hurt, No Comfort

warning: ANGST. neglect. crying. mention of dead parents. Lying. Insults. whining. betrayal. favoritism. mention of depression. minor grammar mistakes

w.c : 1.6k

I didn’t know he was married.

Not until after he proposed to me.

Tengen Uzui had three wives and no one told me.

Not the master, not the other Hashira, who I considered my colleagues— no one.

But, I didn’t let the new knowledge deter me. I still loved him with everything I had, so I decided to marry him. I became his fourth wife. A title I grew to tolerate over time. Hina, Suma, and Makio were darling women. They always managed to make me feel loved. Invited me to missions and helped with personal errands. I grew fond of them. They comforted me when my parents died from a demon attack and encouraged me to take a break from slaying. They stood by my side during my grieving process and even hit Tengen when he was being insensitive. As time went on, I managed to fall in love with them as well. 

The five of us grew to be a family and I couldn’t be any happier.

“I’m home!” I yelled from the door, tossing my weapons to the side.

I waited for the familiar pater of multiple pairs of feet rushing my way, but nothing ever came. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the home. I peeked my head into every room, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of my wives, but the estate seemed to be empty. Even the servants had seemed to disappear, which made my heart beat quicken. Worry stripped through my being as I checked the outside perimeter of the house. I gazed at the nearby trees and looked for any abnormal footprints in the snow— there weren’t any. I didn’t find any pools of blood or piles of flesh anywhere on the estate, so I ruled out a possible demon attack. But that left me with more questions than answers; where did everyone go and why was the house so goddamn quiet?

After spending the last hour or so raking through the possible answers to that question, I decided to take bath to ease my nerves. I unbuttoned my uniform and allowed the clothes to fall in a heap by the entrance. I eased into the water and practically moaned from the way it graced my skin. I leaned against the edge of the giant tub and stretched out my arms. My fingertips brushed against something coarse, completely catching me off guard. I looked over to the pile of towels nearby and saw something hidden underneath. It had been a diary. It belonged to Sumi. I eyed the book, carefully considering if I should invade her privacy. But, then I thought back to all the times Suma would snoop through my room and “borrow” my accessories. I guess it was my time to shine.

I flipped through a few pages, lazily skimming random sentences. 

Tengen is so handsome!

I love it when he wears his hair down.

He looks so good when he’s shirtless.

EVEN HIS SCARS ARE ATTRACTIVE 

I chuckled at that line. “This girl is down bad for her husband, how cute,” I said aloud.

Just when I decided that I had seen enough, I found my name at the start of a new page, in a sentence I never expected to see.

I wish Tengen would’ve never married Y/N.

Shock pierced through me, but I continued to read the entry.

I don’t know what she sees in her. She pretends like she’s some sort of queen or something. She walks around with her head held high and her chest puffed out. Kinda like she owns the place. Lord Tengen calls it confidence, but I think it’s arrogance. When I train with her, she doesn’t ever give me words of encouragement like everyone else. She simply tells me that I would “eventually get the hang of it” or to “better luck next time”. She never compliments me on anything and makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong. She doesn’t give me hugs or cuddle me after we have sex. I asked Makio and Hina about it. I had to see if I was truly going insane. And they agree— Y/N is a horrible wife. She barely cooks and refuses to do anything but train. From sun up to sun down, this woman is training. Maybe she thinks that training will bring her parents back or something—

I closed the book before I could see more. I tossed it to the side and simply closed my eyes. I paused for a moment and attempted to gather my thoughts. 

Suma didn’t like me. 

And, according to her, neither did Makio and Hina. 

I was a horrible wife because I didn’t show physical affection or give her compliments. To say that statement pissed me off was an understatement. I hated being touched, at least without consent. Whilst living a plus-size body, I noticed that many saw my flesh as some sort of playground. They would point and squeeze on my rolls. Jiggle the fat underneath my arms and slap my ass without giving it a second thought. Strangers viewed me as if I were a dough ball and manhandled me as result. So, with that being said, I was not too fond of Sumi randomly hugging me whenever she had a meltdown. She would bury her face right into my breasts and wrap her arms around me so tight it was almost hard to breathe. As much as I tried to get used to it, I found myself detesting the action altogether. I tried to let her down lightly in the beginning, but she would just cry harder. Hold me tighter and make me even more uncomfortable. And, as for compliments, I was never really given any growing up with my parents. They would simply tell me “no, that’s not how you do it” or “yes, you finally got it right”. They never said “you’re an amazing fighter” or “you’re improving every day”. So, whenever I would try to complement Suma it always came out a little awkward.

What pissed me off about the entry was I had told Sumi about this, before the date it was written. I told them all about my trauma and my rocky relationship with my parents. I made myself an open book to my spouses and that was how they repaid me. 

I washed my exhausted being and excited the bathhouse. I placed the diary back under the pile of towels and attempted to put the contents to the very back of my mind. I slipped into my favorite pajama set and tucked myself into bed. It didn’t take long for sleep to wash over me, since I already had a long day.

I was in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness when they stumbled in. I could feel the gentle moonlight sitting on my brown skin. The night breeze made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and shivers spilled down my spine. Yet, I refused to fully wake from my slumber. Something was pushing me to remain silent and half-sleep. I could hear their hushed voices bouncing off the wood walls. Their footsteps grow louder and louder as they grew closer to my room. The door was pushed open, creaking loudly from the action. 

“Suma!” Makio hissed quietly. “Must you be so goddamn loud?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “I just wanted to see if she was asleep.”

“Well,” Hina started, pausing for a minute. “She has that purple thing on her head, so she must be.”

“It’s called a “bonnet”, Hina,” Makio corrected. “She’s wearing her bonnet.”

“Well, she only wears her bonnet to sleep so. . .” Hina trailed off.

“So, she’s asleep,” Suma chimed in.

“Yes,” Makio said.

“That’s a relief,” Suma sighed. “I am not in the mood to hear her boring travel stories, anyway.”

“Ain’t that the truth?” Hina mumbled.

“Come on, guys,” Makio tried to lighten the mood. “They aren’t as bad. And, Sumi you don’t get to judge. You suck at almost everything!”

“Shut it, Makio,” the younger wife countered. “You’re just trying to be nice because Y/N always gives you the best gifts.”

“Well. . .”  Makio trailed off.

“It’s because she’s so easy to please,” Hina added. “All you have to do is give her some kind of weapon and Makio is putty in your hands.”

“Hey!” She hissed. “That’s not true!”

“If it weren’t for those gifts, you’d hate Y/N as much as I do,” Suma added.

A silence amongst the three women and a tear rolled down my cheek.

“How about. . . we just get back to Lord Tengen?” Hina broke the silence. “I’m sure the bath is ready now.”

The room door closed and I lazily opened my eyes. I had spent too much time here. I had gotten comfortable. These women didn’t see me as their wife, nor did they see me as their equal. Their little conversation was just confirmation of what Suma wrote in her diary— they despised me to varying degrees. Hina seemed to tolerate me, while Suma just outright admitted she hated me. Makio just liked me for what I could give her. It was sad because I knew Tengen would enable them. Make excuses for them and neglect my emotions. It didn’t matter how much he loved me, he still loved them first and they were his priority. No matter how mad I was at that moment, I couldn’t act on impulse. Tengen would smell it right away. He would pay extra attention to me, which would make it harder to leave. I needed him to resume the hierarchy he partook in, so I could come up with a conducive plan. 

I could no longer be with someone as flamboyant as him. 

It was too much for me.

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