hi, I’m not great at requesting things but if this makes sense could you write a high school au where Jason is a football player. I think it would be cute cause he’s definitely tall enough and strong enough but then add in him being kind and wow he would make the BEST high school football player boyfriend. Thank you
⛧° Jason Grace x Nerdy! Reader hcs °⛧
content: jason grace x reader, college au!
warnings: cursing, allusions to sexual stuff (not much tho), stupidtly fluffy and corny.
a/n: bby if i tell you i dreamt about this, would you believe me? like, i swear to all the gods, i dreamt with this and woke up thinking about writing it… well, here ya go. oh, and i also made her a brazilian, i hope you don’t mind? if you do, just ignore it, please 🫡
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Of course, he’s a great football player.
Like, i know no shit about football, i’m a soccer girly, but he’s the best quarterback in the city. like, he’s really really good.
And obviously everyone believes he’s such an asshole and a womanizer.
But in reality he’s so so nice
Sure, he sleeps with some girls and all, but not as much as his teammates.
He’s also the only jock that sticks with a girlfriend. Not for long, but still more than the other guys ig
So when he was having trouble with maths, he needed a tutor, cause he had to have a back up plan of he didn’t went for the pros
Such a nice boy, fr.
And he went talk with the teacher to ask who could teach him.
And that’s when he found you.
You weren’t exactly a super nerd. You just liked to study.
But you had a lot of friends, since being the only exchange student did bring this sort of popularity around the university.
And when he first came to you, you were kinda bitchy.
You know, you had a bit of hatred towards football players. No idea why, it was just there.
Even with that, you were too kind-hearted to don’t tutor him.
And when you got to know each other… you kinda started liking him.
On your first study session, the library was too full, so you went to the outside
Which was really working out, till Jason found a little bird that probably fell from his nest
The guy was so worried that he almost took the bird home
He would’ve done it if you didn’t stop him
But he found the nest and put the little bird back there
And you just stood there, like “what the fuck? isn’t he supposed to be a douche?”
It happens that he’s not.
And you became pretty good friends with the frequent study sessions and all.
Not to mention he was pretty offended when you told him you didn’t like football.
And you were very offended when he asked if the spoke Spanish in Brazil.
He knew it didn’t, he just did it to piss you off.
He really wanted you to go to one of his games, but you never said you were really going.
So, one day, when his team was having a match against Briar University, he was more than surprised to see you at the stands, right in the front.
With his jersey. With his number and name on your back.
He honestly felt he was gonna cry right then and there.
He got so happy he made a touchdown. They won.
And you were there, cheering for him and pretending like you understand anything that was going on there.
When the game ended, he came rushing towards you.
“Congrats, Gra-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he kissed you.
Oh, and it was heaven.
After this, you started dating and it was the best thing you ever experienced.
He was such a gentleman.
Doors? Don’t even touch that. Dates? He’s paying, duh. You’re tired? He’ll carry you, bridal style.
You get the point.
You started liking football because of him. And he started liking soccer because of you.
a/n: i don’t know what to feel about this lol. idk what you’ll think of the brazilian thing, but if you don’t like it, i’ll remake it, promise!
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revenge of the nerd // sam golbach (pt. 2)
A/N: this took forever for me to write, but it was so fun to write when i finally got started lol nerdy sam just does something to me, much like brunette sam. anyway, tell me what you think about this part two. maybe i'll make a part three if yall want it ;) enjoy
prompt: stacy hates admitting it, but sam got under her skin. and now, she needs him more than ever. || fem OC x sam golbach
trigger warning: SMUT dear lord it's smutty, drinking/partying scene, cursing, popular!OC, a little bit less over the top than last time tho lol, sam is a “nerd” still, degradation, slut mentions thru the roof, baby girl/good girl/whore mentions, no condom sex, possible dubcon??, just be aware if that's not something you're interested in reading
word count: 3003
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“You have no idea how badly I need this party tonight.” I sighed, taking a huge gulp of my drink.
Heather raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you okay? You've been wound up ever since that party like two weeks ago.”
“I've just had a lot on my mind, and all I want to do is relax.” I huffed.
Heather smirked, “It wouldn't have anything to do with that Sam guy you got paired up with fo-”
“No!” I screeched suddenly, clearing my throat right after. “No. I-It has nothing to do with him.”
She put her hands up defensively, “Okay, just checking. I'll be right back.”
I nodded my head, turning away and rolling my eyes as I downed my drink. I can't believe she would bring up Sam.
Ugh, even the sound of his name pissed me off.
I hated to even admit it, but Sam got under my skin. For the past two weeks he had been all I can think about anymore. And what doesn't help is the boys that I usually used for my "distraction" weren't able to distract me. Or get me off.
And then when I would try to… alleviate myself, all I could think about was him.
I was sexually frustrated, and it was all because Sam left me high and dry.
Fucking nerd.
And what's worse is I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I wanted to tease him, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was. That's the least of what he deserved. But I had no way to reach out to him. Not to mention, I didn't want him thinking I was crawling back to him.
If I get the chance to, he'll pay for how he made me feel that night.
I stomped through the house, trying to see where Heather went off to. I glanced around the living room, trying to find her. But my eyes landed on someone else.
Sam. Sitting with a girl. Obviously flirting.
My stomach dropped at the sight of him. He was dressed in a similar style like before. He took a sip from his solo cup, his eyes looking up and down at the girl he was talking to.
Should I go over to him? Oh my God no! What am I saying?
I watched as the girl slid her hand onto his leg, laughing at something he said. Then suddenly, his eyes gazed over at me.
I stumbled back, his icy blue look taking me by surprised. I immediately turned around and headed for the kitchen, praying that he didn't notice me staring.
Dear God, I'm just as pathetic as him. This is the absolute worst.
I needed to pour myself a new drink. I shoved past the random people blocking my way. I groaned as I made it to the sink, grabbing a new cup and making a quick vodka soda.
Maybe I could find Jared and see if he's not busy and then I-
Someone interrupted my thoughts. “Hey Stacy.”
I turned around to see who was calling me, only to almost spit out my drink.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?! “Hi.”
“So, crazy seeing you around. Didn't know you partied at the Delta Nu house.” Sam commented.
“Yeah, I come here often.” I replied dryly, keeping my back towards him.
“So, how have you been?” He asked.
“Okay. You?” I deadpanned.
He hummed. “Same.”
There was a long pause from him, and I prayed that he had left.
“Could you make me a drink real quick?” He placed his cup next to me, keeping his distance.
I rolled my eyes. “Can't you make it yourself?”
“Well, you're right by the alcohol, so I figured you could just pour me some.” He responded coolly.
“Fine.” I grabbed his cup from the counter, taking the vodka and pouring some into his cup. I heard someone from behind say excuse me; and all of a sudden, a warm body was up against mine.
“What the fuck?” I jeered, turning my head to Sam.
“Sorry, I was taking up space.” He apologized.
I whined angrily. “And you couldn't just move to the other side?”
Sam shook his head. “Nope. He kinda shoved me this way.”
“Well can you back up now?” I questioned, lightly pushing against him to make him move.
He didn’t budge. He kept his body against mine. “I highly doubt you want that.”
“I don't want you fucking close to me.” I barked.
Sam chuckled, his voice lowering. "Are you still upset about the other party?"
"What's there for me to be upset about? Honestly I was super drunk, so I don't really remember most of it." I smirked, turning to look at him.
“Oh… I think there was something about us getting put into a closet together and making a bet that I couldn't turn you on... And you lost.” He uttered into my ear.
I ignored the rush of nerves that washed over me as his breath fanned across my neck. “Weird. Don't remember that.”
“Right. So, you're not upset that I didn't get you off? That I didn't fuck you?” He whispered, his smile mocking.
“No. Besides I ended up sleeping with Jared that night. And then Ryan the next day.” I shot back.
He nodded. “I heard. Jared and Ryan like to brag.”
“Well, they are fantastic lovers. And so am I. Too bad you won't find that out.” I quipped.
“Is that so?” He questioned.
I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide my pounding heart. “Here's your vodka soda. Are you gonna leave me alone now?”
"Just one more question," Sam took swig of his drink, pressing himself even more into me, my body flush against the counter. I felt heat spread across my skin, and I tried not to shiver as he pressed his mouth close to my ear. "Did they make you feel as good as I did?”
“Even better. T-B-H, I really don't even remember our time in the closet. I was hella drunk.” I stated.
He exhaled, amused. “You already said that.”
I felt Sam's hand rest against thigh, just right under my skirt. Then casually, he began to move it up, inch by inch. I gasped at the cool feeling of his hand against my warm skin. His finger had just reached the very beginning of my skirt when I realized what was happening.
"What the hell are you-?!" I whispered aggressively, grabbing his hand and stopping him. I glared at him over my shoulder. "There's too many people around for you to be doing that."
“That's the problem with you popular people. You think everyone is always paying attention to you. You think all eyes are on you. In reality, no one cares. No one is looking at you... besides me.” Sam argued.
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of wondering if he was right, so I stared straight forward, my eyes boring into the glass cabinet in front of me.
He continued, his lips pressed against my ear. “I could literally yank your skirt up, rip your panties off, and fuck you against this counter, and no one would even glance at you. They would only notice what we were doing when you start screaming my name.”
I scoffed, “Like I would ever scream your name. I've never screamed anyone's name.”
“Then I guess Ryan and Jared aren't that good at sex.” He remarked.
“They're definitely better than you. You don't even have that effect on me.” I swallowed hard, knowing it was a lie.
Sam hummed against my neck. I could tell from the purse of his lips he was smirking. In an instant, he slid his hand up the rest of my skirt, cupping my sex and pressing my wet panties against my clit. I shuddered, my eyes widening as my hand fell from his and gripped the counter.
Sam murmured, “I beg to differ.”
I hadn't even realized how wet I had gotten, my mind completely fogged by Sam's presence.
Fuck, this is not how things were supposed to go.
“I've thought about you every night since that party.” He confessed.
I bit my lip, “Of course you have.”
“I even slept with other girls, thinking that maybe that would help. But it didn't. No girl is quite like you.” He kissed my neck gently, my back arching against him, “No girl feels the same as you. No girl is as wet as you.”
I couldn't even reply, the pressure he was applying to my clit made my eyes roll back. I needed more, and my hips started moving against him.
“Oh baby...” Sam kissed my neck sweetly, cooing. “Are you sexually frustrated? Did I do that to you?”
“Yes. W-wait no. No, I-I'm not.” I stuttered.
“Then why are you fucking my hand?” He queried innocently.
My eyes popped open at his words, glancing down and realizing I was grinding against his hand. I ripped his hand away, spinning around, and shoving his chest. He smacked back into the island in the middle of the kitchen, a look of surprise on his face.
I reared back and slapped him across the face. Only a couple people around us noticed, their expressions shocked.
I stumbled up to Sam, my face close to his. His eyes glared daggers at me, like somehow, I was in the wrong.
What an asshole!
“Either fuck me right now, or leave me alone Sam. Your choice.” I hissed.
He sucked his teeth, looking my body up and down, and grunting, "Fine."
Sam snatched my wrist and pulled me through the party quickly. He rushed us up the stairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
He pushed me up against the door, forcing my hands into his. He brushed his mouth across my chest and up my neck until finally pressing against my mouth. The kiss was deep, and I struggled to get my hands free from him.
I wanted to smack him again, but I also wanted to rip his clothes off. I couldn't pretend to not want him any longer. I needed him to fuck me.
I was able to rip my hands away from him, gripping onto his button up shirt and pulling him closer. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth as he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his hip. He grinded his hips against mine, my body arching into him.
I slid my hands down his body, unbutton his shirt as fast as I could. When most of the buttons were off, I reached down for his belt and tried to unbuckle it.
He moved my hands away, “I got it, baby. Take your clothes off for me.”
I bit my lip, yanking my halter top over my head. I pulled my skirt down and watched as he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. His body was really toned, a light wash of hair adorned his chest.
“Wow, you look really good for a nerd.” I joked.
He blinked, “Get against the counter.”
I placed myself against the counter, facing him. He gazed down my body, his eyes lingering on my naked breasts. Then he spun me around, making me face the mirror. He pushed my body down into position, his hips lining up against my own. I could feel his hard cock against my ass, my slickness running down my thighs at the feeling.
His eyes met mine in the mirror, and then he let out a soft laugh. “You popular girl are so... full of it.”
“What?” I squinted at him.
“You think you're better than everyone else. Hell, you wouldn't even admit that I turned you on. But here you are, naked and dripping for a nerd.” Sam ran his hands down my body, tearing my panties off hastily. Then within seconds, he plunged his cock deep inside of me, my cunt already soaked for him.
I gasped loudly, “Oh my God!”
He kept his rhythm deep and sensual. “You like that? Does that feel good?”
“Y-yeah. Oh fuuuuckk.” I purred.
He groaned, “Fuck, you are such a slut.”
I whined, annoyed. “Wha-? N-No I'm not.”
Sam glared at me in the mirror, smacking my ass hard as he continued his thrusts. He lowered his lips down to my ear, growling, "I can already feel you clutching around my cock like you're gonna cum. I've barely fucked you for a minute. Of course you're a slut."
I hated how my body reacted to his words. I could feel my sex get even more slick around him.
I shouldn't like being called a slut, but it sounded so good coming out of his mouth.
"You think I didn't feel your pussy twitch when I called you a slut?” He tsked in my ear, biting it softly. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch me fuck you."
I glanced at our bodies in the mirror, barely able to keep my eyes open from the pleasure. I looked away for a moment, only to feel a swift smack against my ass again. I squeaked, my eyes widening at Sam's reflection.
"Look. At. Yourself." Sam pounded his hips with each word, going deeper than he was before. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, but finally I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts swung with each of his heavy thrusts. There was a layer of sweat clinging to my skin, my hair was a mess, and I couldn't stop the ragged breaths flowing from my lips.
“Call yourself a slut.” He demanded.
I furrowed my brows at him, but his intense stare made my pussy clench around him. Fuck, he was so hot.
“I-I'm a slut.” I whimpered lowly.
Sam slammed into me, keeping himself deep, but stopping all of his movements. He pressed me into the counter, wrapping his arms around me. His hand reached up carelessly and grabbed my throat. My eyes widened, my hands grabbing onto him. The pressure from his hand made my whole body throb in ecstasy.
“Call yourself a slut again.” He ordered.
“I'm a slut.” I panted.
He bucked his hips into me hard. “Again.”
“I-I'm a slut.” I stammered.
"Good girl." He slid his hips back and slammed into me again, my body jolting against the counter. I whined pathetically, closing my eyes for a moment. "Call yourself a stuck-up bitch."
“I'm a stuck-up bitch.” I repeated desperately.
"So good, baby girl." Sam revved his hips back again, but this time he didn't move them. His tip teased my entrance, my legs shaking. "Beg me to fuck you."
My voice shook as I spoke, my eyes locking with his. “Please Sam, please. I-I need you so bad. Fuck, please Sam.”
“You can do better than that.” He sassed.
“Fuck! Sam, oh my God, fuck me! I'm so close to cumming, please! I need you. I need to come! Please fuck me. Pleeeeaaassee.” I sobbed, my nails digging into his skin. I even tried to move my body against his, but he had me pressed so tightly between him and the counter.
He smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek sweetly. Then his one hand moved back down to my hips, the other sliding from around my neck and to the back of my head, pushing me down towards the counter.
Then he thrusted into my aching cunt again, his pace so much faster than before. I sounded like a porn star against the sink, crying out with pleasure.
“What are you, baby girl?” He asked, grunting.
"I'm a slut!" I wailed automatically.
"You're not gonna be that for anyone else anymore, you hear me? You're my slut now." He bucked his hips into mine wildly.
“I-I'm your slut.” I whispered, liking the sound of it.
“That's right, baby. You'll only be that for me. You're mine now. My. Little. Slut.” Sam moaned harshly, spanking my ass.
I shrieked, “Oh fuck Sam!”
“Do you like that? Do you like the idea of me fucking you whenever I want to? Keeping you needy for my cock?” He snarled against my skin, his cock hitting deeper as he lowered himself to me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I chanted, my mind going blank with pleasure.
"Of course, because you're a slut and that's all you can think of. All you want is my cock now. That's all you need!" He grunted, tugging on my hair.
I choked, “I'm getting so close. Please go harder, Sam!”
“Fuck baby, don't you dare come yet. Not until I say so.” He commanded.
He pounded into me over and over again, his hands gripping my hips hard. My hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and playing with them in time with Sam’s thrusts.
He placed two fingers in front of my face. “Suck on my fingers, slut.”
My mouth wrapped around his fingers, moaning at the feeling. He fucked my mouth in the same rhythm as his hips, my eyes lulling back as my cunt pulsated.
"God, I can't wait to use that whore mouth of yours,” he groaned. “Not tonight, but sometime soon."
He popped his fingers out of my mouth, lowering them down to my sex. He rubbed circles into my clit, my knees almost buckling.
I exclaimed, bouncing on his cock as fast as I could, “Fuck! I'm about to come Sam. Please let me come! Please!”
“I'm right there too, baby. Fuck, squeeze around me! Yes! Fuck! Come for me, slut! Do it.” He yelled.
My body exploded in ecstasy; my hips ravaged Sam's cock as he hit his edge. I screamed out passionately as I clenched around him, his cum filling me up deeply. Sam let out low, dark groans as he finished inside me, his hips finally stopping their movements. I could barely catch my breath as my body laid against the counter, the cool feeling calming my overheated skin.
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Who are your favorite black girl characters , animated or live action
Ooh! This is a good one!
One of my favorite characters is Cinderella in the 1997 adaptation starring Brandy! It's one of my favorite movies(a lot of my favorite movies star Black girls/girls in general!), since when I was younger it gave me a boost of confidence seeing a Black girl as feminine, beautiful, graceful, and most importantly, a princess! Many young girls dream of being princesses too! Princesses aren't only white!
From my favorite book, Natasha from The Sun is Also a Star! She has a unique personality and also defies stereotypes in many ways: she is logical, is very nerdy, she's not a good singer, she's secretly afraid she'll drown(okay, maybe not EVERY stereotype), she has a hard time opening up to people but eventually she does, her favorite color is pink, and SHE'S JAMAICAN!!!! AND THERE IS PATOIS WRITTEN IN THE BOOK! LIKE HELL YEAH!!!!!(that part legitimately made me smile and excitedly show my mom like I was in 1st grade tho!) What's funny is that at first she assumes her Asian boyfriend will know about nerdy stuff, too, but he doesn't know a thing, and she ends up being surprised and explaining this stuff to him. Just a nice way of subverting stereotypes, I guess.
From an anime: S.AM. from Cannon Busters! She's a really cute robot girl who is sweet, girly, and wants to be friends with everyone. However, she also has a hidden dangerous side which comes out whenever someone threatens her and her friends. My one nitpick about her is that she has blonde hair and blue eyes. Can we please stop setting apart Black and brown characters by giving them white phenotypical features, as if those features are more magical, special, and unique(yeah, I know that Melanesians exist, but let's face it, unless it's explicitly stated in the story, we all know that's not what they're thinking of when they write it.)?! Please?! Though at least her hair is poofy and curly. So I still find her adorable.
And of course, how could I forget Princess Tiana from The Princess and the Frog? Not only does she stick to working on her career, but she gets a handsome prince and gets to get married and wear beautiful dresses, showing that you don't have to choose between a career and romantic pursuits! And her friendship with Charlotte is also sweet, especially considering the time period she lives in! What I like about Tiana is her ambition and hard work, as well as her kindness, helpfulness, and generosity. And I'm so happy to see a non-whitewashed dark-skinned Black female protagonist in media who is portrayed as attractive. Far more than you can expect from most mainstream media.
One movie I was OBSESSED with as a young Black girl was Annie. No, not the original redhead Annie, although I liked her, too. The 2014 Annie. The BLACK Annie, played by Quvenzhané Wallis. You know the one, because there's only one. The movie itself was great, especially with the energeticness and precociousness that Annie embodied, but Annie being Black gave me the representation I needed and deserved! Because of her I wore my twists out for the first time! I even revolved my entire wardrobe around what I thought Annie would wear. And I obsessively and religiously watched that movie on repeat and listened to all of their songs. I was nine, I was crazy.
There's also Cecile Rey from the American Girl book series. I like her because she's outspoken, bold, and confident, and helps Marie-Grace out of her shell. There's one badass scene where she and Marie-Grace swap places in the Mardi-Gras children's balls, which they can get away with due to wearing matching outfits(this is during segregation.). AND THEY GET AWAY WITH IT. I have a doll of her that I bought for Christmas when I was nine. I saved up my own money to buy it. I can't even kid here. I. Wanted. THAT. DOLL!!!!
Ahem. Anyway. There's this book called One Crazy Summer that details the lives of three sisters: Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern. Vonetta was always my favorite character for her wild enthusiasm and dramatic...just, EVERYTHING. I also was the most invested in her character development tbh. The books follow Delphine, though, and I started to like her and Fern as well. I wanted the next two books to focus on Vonetta and Fern respectively, but they ended up all focusing on Delphine. But I felt a close relationship to all the characters.
The Blossoming Universe of Violet Diamond. The main character is half-white but I thought I'd include her anyway since the book is all about her learning about and embracing her Black side, and getting to know some of her Black relatives. She also has a really beautiful name!
Zoe from Dork Diaries. A good friend who, like Chloe, always supported Nikki!
Penny Proud from The Proud Family, who is not only the main character but is my favorite character in the entire show! Super relatable and I loved the episode on slut-shaming.
Now, kids shows:
Iridessa was my favorite fairy in Disney Fairies
Nikki in Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse(and any Black Barbie tbh)
Princess Pea in Super Why!
Sasha in Bratz
Orange Blossom in Strawberry Shortcake
Jackie in Cyberchase!
Black girls in webcomics! My favorite is this obscure webcomic I don't know if a lot of people know called Princess Love-Pon! It's Magical Girl, which is my favorite genre ever! And is about a girl named Lia Sagamore who, due to her pure heart, is gifted the ability to become a cute warrior in petticoats named Princess Love-Pon! It's pretty obvious, really, but it's also a heartwarming story that has love, friendship, and romance, femininity as power, and also a diverse cast, with Lia's main friend group composing of an Afro-Latina best friend and a Japanese girl. Also has interracial relationships!
Another Magical Girl webcomic starring Black girls is Adorned By Chi! It takes place in Nigeria and is about a college student named Adaeze Adichie and her group of friends who fight monsters that are plaguing the planet. All of these girls are Black and there is also a Black guy who is the love interest! Adaeze is sweet, soft, sensitive, and feminine, and is prone to anxiety and crying, something which is not only personally relatable to me, but allows for stereotypes to once again be destroyed!
Undine Wells from Sleepless Domain. She has a nice design, a sweet and endearing personality, and has water powers! Her blue hair and eyes remind me of a character I created for one of my stories who, obviously, is also a Black girl. And not only that, but she's a femme lesbian who gets with her best friend Kokoro. So triple representation of a Black, female, AND gay character!
And Talia from LoliRock! I can't even choose which of the three girls is my favorite because I love them all, but this blog is about Black girls so I'm talking about her. She's a very interesting character with a tragic backstory. I won't spoil it, but despite being serious and cold on the outside, she is romantic and affectionate on the inside, and cares deeply about her friends and loved ones. She is also a good leader due to her dispassionate nature, and is the strategic problem-solver among the group.
Zuri from Hair Love, a short film about a little Black girl learning to love her hair, as her dad learns how to style it. One of the few pieces of Black media I've seen in which the mother is darker-skinned than the father. If you haven't seen it, then stop reading this and go see it now.
Young child me was also obsessed with A.N.T. Farm, starring China Anne McClain, so I'm definitely adding China to the list. I wanted to be a singing and musical prodigy because of her. She was such a talented, funny, and larger-than-life character, she CARRIED the show!
Basically any role Zendaya played(minus Zoey in Zapped!), such as Rocky in Shake it Up! and K.C. in K.C. Undercover.
And I can't believe I brought up a Brandy role and neglected to mention Moesha! Moesha is such an admirable character for her confidence and supportiveness of her friends, not to mention her feminism! It's an old show from the 90s, and yet it feels nostalgic even though I didn't watch it when I was younger, but more recently. Weird.
All the girls on The Bernie Mac Show, but especially Vanessa. I loved her character development and how she went from just being a bratty teenage daughter to a mature young woman.
Aaaaaaaand, that's just about it! I never thought I'd have this much! Please check out these works of media, it would mean everything to me! I know I inevitably forgot some but I'll be sure to follow up if I do! Reblog or reply with your own Black female characters whom you love and remember! Black girls are everything!
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