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saydesole · 3 months

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Happy Black History 🤎

#black girl aesthetic #black girl blogger #black girls of tumblr #pinterest #black girl joy #black girl magic #soft life #black boy aesthetic #cottage core black #black business man #black girl moodboard #black history #black actors #black actresses #black activism #freedom

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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Damn does this guy have to do everything in this goddamn house

He gotta house Gwen he gotta build a watch he gotta teach Miles about his powers he gotta leave the watch for Gwen he gotta make some more for the squad he gotta save they relationship

What's next?? He gotta pick up your groceries too? 😭😭 clean your doors and polish your floors? Kill Miguel with his bare hands?

Can my mans relax 😩😩😩 how about we let the girl grow and repair her relationships herself huh?

How about we give Hobie a movie of his own where he can do shit for himself without having to fix other people's nonsense first how's about that is that okay

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prncessjaeger · 5 days

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“c’monnnn you can’t miss work for 3 hours? besides any other day when we’re home we’re doing…other things around this time!” you held your pink bag decorated with hand tied bows, hair tied neatly in your signature ballerina bun and adorned in pink colored high priced athletic wear, “no baby i can’t…i have an important meeting in like 30 minutes and then a very important phone call afterwards and-”

you sighed, cutting him off and rolled your eyes, walking away from him mumbling, “you always put your work before me,” and grabbed your keys, “hey, we can go out to dinner afterwards if you’d like?”

“hard pass. see you later, love you.” you left your home feeling defeated, hoping one day your husband would finally attend to one of your ballet performances and get this! you received the lead role and even that couldn’t interest him into one of your shows. so, you tried listening to spirit lifting music to get your mood ready and pumped until you reached then venue, preparing yourself for the first night.

”oh goodie! you’re dressed, are you ready? i saw a cute someone walk in here with white lilies and tulips!” your brow furrowed at the stage director’s words, “who? definitenlyyyy not my husband he’s busy with work-“ you were cut off with a sound of claps and lights dimmming down,

“it’s time! places everyone!”

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 🎀

when the last act was finished, you and your castmates bowed together receiving many flowers thrown on the stage. you went back to grab your things from the green room, noticing the other girls belongings disappear from the vanities and sighed, wondering if you should’ve taken up the dinner idea with your husband.

your husband, who scared the absolute shit out as he sat in your vanity chair and smirks at you, “what in the world are you-” he puts his finger on your lip? shush-ing you quickly, “hi my love! beautiful show you out in out there? absolutely beautiful.” he rose up and hugged your shocked figure, “what’re you-…how did you-?”

“ehh pulled a few strings, rescheduled some other things .” he shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world, “but you said…?”

“that i couldn’t come? yeah i genuinely could not have came, but that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t have came either, c’mon this is your first lead role and you’d think i would’ve missed it? crazy.” he leaned down and peck your plump lips that were pouted, twice and handing you two sets of gorgeous white flowers, “tulips and lilies, your faves unless you changed them in the span of 4 hours hm?”

“n-no, i didn’t- these are beautiful baby! but, are you sure I looked beautiful onstage?” your eyes sparkle from your subtle glitter eye makeup, warming up your husbands heart, “yes, stunning even… in fact,” his hands removed your bag and belongings from your shoulders, sitting them down neatly on the floor and wrapped his arm around your waist and his hand cupped your jaw.

he stared at you lovingly, engulfing you into a passionate kiss and held you tenderly in your arms. your lips moved perfectly against his as his thumb caressed your cheek. he then kissed your exposed neck so soft to the point that it tickled which caused cute giggles to leave your mouth, “what’s funny?”

“nothing-hehehe, nothing baby look how about we go to that dinner you recommended earlier?” you could see his face fall, “you said no earlier or wait- it was actually, “hard pass” so i canceled it.” he mocked you then flinched when your hand raised to hit him, “fine…takeout?”

“takeout it is.”

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catfindr · 1 year

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#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #business man #solid black #ri #rhode island #1k

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originalhaffigaza · 2 months

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#black community #original photographers #black people #graphic design #black art #black history #black culture #artwork #black power #black family #black woman #black history month #black man #black women #black business #black

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cleromancy · 7 months

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i think its so funny when ppl ship jason/black mask bc like. they're clearly going for like a fucky toxic badtimes yaoi for jay a la dickslade or rastim and you know what i respect that i do but jason does not lend himself to that at all man. jason was running circles around black mask all through utrh he was walking that man like a dog from the beginning and it wasnt even hard. you need to understand that the thing youre shipping here is bugs bunny/elmer fudd

#dc #like theres an element of respect and fear present in dickslade n rastim that. like.#Jason does not respect black mask jason is well aware he could end this mans whole career at any point and hes just choosing not to bc+#hes busy being unwell about bruce lmao #jason text

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b-u-g-g-y · 1 year

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Regulus: Can someone please explain to me why there are five dogs in my house?

James: They’re golden retrievers, Reggie! They retrieve gold!

James: This is a business investment.

Regulus: *face palm*

#James: I did this for us #james the business man #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #marauders era #marauders textpost #james x regulus #jegulus textpost #the marauders #incorrect marauders textposts #starchaser

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desidarling123 · 9 months

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Sending this into the universe.... 🙏

#kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #listen dont get me wrong a part of me knows this man woukd stubbornly cling to his kerch suits like no one's business #BUT i also know if inej got this man in ethnicwear... ohmygod #white boy would rock the black kurta you hate to see it 😔

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fathercharlesoffdensen · 6 months

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Father Offdensen feat. The Robe - stay tuned for The Medallion aka The Pointy Doodad sculpted masterfully from Crayola Model Magic Clay! Special Feature: Nathan's face at Charles' faux funeral is heartbreaking - he looks so lost without his manager.

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bihastuff · 1 year

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Tanaka took his word too seriously and outlived two Phantomhive generations like he is probably going to see the end of phantomhive lineage with ciel 😭 .

#He lived a long time because he drinks tea and mind his business #Jokes aside I know he is a dangerous man after all he is the butler of the phantomhive family #kuroshitsuji #black butler #tanaka #random bihastuff

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nashvillethotchicken · 2 months

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The thing that really gets me about lestat and the ocean of confusion/the "if he had disrespected you" thing, outside of the lawyer saying and doing shit that even taken race neutrally is weird/disrespectful (you do have a mind inside that head of yours and thumping him on the forehead immediately comes to mind) was 1: lestat could hear what the man is thinking. Both Louis and Lestat can hear what the lawyer is thinking because they are literally Telepathic. 2: you can literally hear and see louis get upset by what the lawyer is saying before he locks the fuck in.

So either Lestat knew he was thinking some racist shit and didnt realize it was racist and then thought louis was overreacting for being upset or didn't care enough to pay attention to louis being racismed and I don't know which is worse.

#i need that white man dealt with and bad #evil evil man #and then he says “if he was disrespectful ” s if he didmt literally touch louis' face with his nasty ass hands and he aint did nothing #just a bum ass nigga oh he need to die amd stay dead #he needs to be put on the sidewalk of a busy intersection with one of those im sorry black people signs around his neck #louis de pointe du lac #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv meta #amc iwtv #iwtv #ldpdl #iwtv 2022

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saydesole · 6 months

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Black Men 🤎😋

#black men #black boy aesthetic #black girl aesthetic #mental health #black girl blogger #black men magic #loveing black men #black girls of tumblr #black business man #black black #Black men rule

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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Hobie Brown helps you with The Big Chop - Hobie Brown x Black!GNReader

Hobie helps you start your natural hair journey

Fluff & Comfort / 1k words

A short fic inspired by the song 'Selfish Soul' by Sudan Archives. Because I imagine him playing this on guitar ALL the time. Hope you like :)

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If I cut my hair, hope I grow it long Back long, back time like way before If I wear it straight, will they like me more? Like those girls on front covers Long hair make 'em stay little longer Stay hair, stay straight though we feel ashamed By the curls waves and natural things Curls waves and natural things

The sound of the electric razor sent a shiver up your spine.

And behind you, you could feel Hobie card his long fingers through the ends of your detangled hair.

You'd worn it straight for as long as you could remember.

"You ready?" he asked behind you. And you answer honestly.

"I don't know."

You can hear him snicker behind you, as gently he parted your hair into sections with a wide tooth comb. He said that'd make it easier.

"Have a little faith, darlin'." Hobie said. "Think I'll butcher your barnet that bad?"

"No," you said, forcing a chuckle. You can tell he's trying to lighten the mood. "It's not that."

You were sitting on the floor of the houseboat, sat between Hobie's long legs, and behind you he sat on the couch, armed with combs and hair picks - and the electric clippers.

And you wondered if it was too late to back out now.

"What if it doesn't grow back?" you asked him.

"It will." And when he said it, it sounded like a promise.

"You don't know that." you told, angling the mirror in your lap to see his face.

Side by side like this, you could see the difference - between you and him. For as long as you could remember, you'd had pressed hair. Permed, or straightened, singed under hot combs and relaxer itches you could never scratch.

Held down by sprays, slicked with greases that felt like you’d could never wash them out.

Ever since you were little.

It seemed like every year someone was trying a new flat-iron or relaxer on your head.

Perms were apart of your back to school shopping list. More than once you'd spent the night before Easter with a straightener against your head, them always wanting to 'bump the ends'.

For as long as you could remember, your hair was straight.

Your family told you it was easier that way. Sometimes, they told you it was prettier that way, looked more presentable that way.

And so you never really had a choice.

And now you were sitting here, on the floor at Hobie's, jars and bottles and oils scattered at your feet. Shea butters and curl-defining creams and hot oil treatments. Things that smelt of coconut and jojoba. Things that reminded you of Hobie.

For as long as you'd known Hobie, he'd had his wicks. A part of you couldn't imagine him without them.

Hobie wore them how he wore everything, how he did everything. With pride and with confidence, with a way that you couldn't help but admire. It was one of the reasons you loved him.

You couldn't count the nights you'd watch him in the bathroom, using everything from rose water to aloe to care for his wicks. So you had good reason to believe him when he said

"I do know that."

If anyone did, it was him.

From behind you Hobie slipped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, and this time when you chuckled it was genuine. "How?" you asked.

"Cause, it grows out every other time you do your hair, don't it? Then three weeks later you're back to doing your bloody roots again."

Maybe he had a point.

"Touché." you said, and when he released you, you tilted your head backwards, looking at him upside down from your place on the floor. "And if it doesn't look good?"

"It's your hair." Hobie said, and the way he said it made it sound so simple.

As if nothing else mattered.

"It's your hair, treacle. And it'll look bang on because it's yours, yeah?" he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips Spider-man style. "That's all that matters, innit?"

You nodded, but you weren't so sure.

"Just trust me," Hobie told you. And you wanted to trust him. You did trust him, always.

And so you faced forward once more, and behind you, you can hear Hobie slide one of the guards onto the razor, testing it one more time. And when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you wondered if you be like him one day.

You wondered if one day, your natural hair would be a part of you, the way his wicks were a part of him.

"You know," you said. "I've never even seen it before." Your hair, all by itself. Without an apology, without an 'excuse'.

Hobie chuckled. "Mad that." he said, and you could tell he was smiling.

"You ready?" he asked.

You didn’t feel ready. But you said it anyway. "I'm ready."

Hobie clicked the razor on.

You pressed your hands to your eyes, as Hobie rested the ravor against the base of your head. And with a slow stroke upwards, you could hear when the razor began to cut.

It felt too real.

"Breathe, luv." Hobie said, voice quiet in focus.

And until then, you hadn't noticed you were holding your breath.

You sucked in a deep breath. You tried not to think about the sound of the cutting, or the humming of the electric razor against your head.

The first strands began to fall to your lap.

Hobie goes slow, and after the first pass, he paused just for a moment, his hand on your shoulder “You doing alright, darlin’?”

You don't answer right away, fingers pressed to your eyelids. "Yeah."

And when you said it, you hadn't realized how close to a sob you were. You hadn't noticed the tears that had fought their way to your eyes.

It felt bittersweet, looking down at the hair in your lap. It felt scary.

It felt good, too.

He gives you a moment, and you took the chance to sniffle. To take a breath. The hair felt like it weighed nothing, and it did weigh nothing. But it felt like letting go of so much.

Like a burden off your shoulders, literally.

"Keep going?"

You knew you couldn't turn back now. But if you needed a moment, if you wanted to - Hobie would stop, he'd take a break. He'd listen.

When years before as a kid, no one would. It's like for once in your life, you had a say in your hair.

"Yeah." you said. "Yeah, keep going."

For a moment Hobie doesn't say anything, only pressing a kiss to the side of your head, before he clicked the clippers on again. ________________________________________________

'Cause I don't want no struggles, I don't want no fears I don't want no struggles, I don't want no fears I don't want no struggles, I don't want no Does it make sense to you Why I cut it off? Okay, one time if I grow it long Am I good enough? Am I good enough? About time I embrace myself and soul Time I feed my selfish soul

[Cockney Key: Barnet - Slang for ‘Hair’ / Treacle - Short for Treacle Tart, Rhyming slang for ‘Sweetheart’]

#this is the biggest DiscoPunk song on my playlist #*pretends it’s Hobie and Diane performing and mines my business *#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #Hobie brown x you #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x black!reader #spiderpunk #spider-punk #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #marvel #spider punk

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mothlau · 8 months

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modern wolfstar but sirius is a scam tarot reader at small town fairs (he got the cards from a thrift store for a few pounds, watched one video on how to read them and he decided it's his best shot at making some money to survive). cue the fair where he's working ends up in a small town from wales where, lo and behold, he keeps pulling the moon and the death card for everyone. a small child that can't be older than 5? they get the death card. an old lady who wanted to know how her tomatoes will do this summer? death.

now, sirius does know that the death card means new beginnings and it's not as bad as it seems but everyone just starts calling him names and his clientele lessens by the day because everyone finds out about his cards and how he's the bringer of death (literally no one died since he got there so he finds the new nickname a bit overkill).

he's too worried about his scamming abilities though. he just can't shake the weird feeling he gets when he pulls moon out again, even after he takes the damn card out of his pack because he's sick of seeing it (he leaves the death card in because he does find it funny)

but then, on the night before the full moon, when he's just getting ready to pack his cards and cheap props and call it a day, a farmer comes to get a reading. he's still in his overalls because he came straight from the farm here to check out the card reader who the villagers keep saying is predicting deaths on the full moon to see what the fuss is about.

sirius is smitten as soon as the farmer opens his mouth, but imagine his surprise when he hears that he's been slowly making people fear him again, after he just convinced them that he's a kind guy. and imagine his bigger surprise when the cute farmer with hay stuck in his hair and mud on his overalls tells him he's a werewolf.

#my man would be stressed because hello??? what do you mean a werewolf buddy im a SCAM!!!!#meanwhile remus is patiently waiting for him to calm down so that they can make a plan on how to clear this up #because believe it or not #its hard making business when people think you wanna kill their 5 yo child and their tomatoes on the full moon #he just wants to tend to his sheep #sell milk and make cheese hes not asking for too much #somewhere along the way sirius realises oh maybe im not such a scam after all whoops #because i did just predict meeting my soulmate through these thrifted cards hehe #and the old ladys tomatoes did die in the end but thats because the soil wasnt optimal for them and instead she started planting #*spins the wheel* pumpkins and my god they thrived #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #wolfstar au #wolfstar fic #harry potter #marauder era

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imaplatypus-art · 2 months

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Miles and Gwen 🕷💕.

Still black history month and still valentine's month 🤭👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏿!

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guhroovi · 1 year

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My brain wasn't going to be satiated until I drew this stinky lil man (affectionate).

#i was gna do a background and whatnot #but the move has me exhausted and extremely busy #ive been just coloring this in my free time hfhdjdj #that and having black books in the background #is another comfort show hdhdjd #anyways have my soppy wet cat of a man #yes ur honor i have seen black books abt 4 times in just over a week #no ur honor i do not need therapy #black books #bernard black #my fanart #guhroovy | guhroovi #not cornetto #my art

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