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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Sunday

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, refer to female anatomy as "she". You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, breeding kink if you squint, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drug dealing, allusions to violence and murder.

Summary: You usually visit your grandmother on the weekends but manage to cross paths with Tyrone one day and your life was forever changed.

Word Count: 3,025k

A/N: You ever get an idea you just can't get out of your head? This was me with this fic and I had too much fun writing it! John Boyega got no business being that damn fine and I am absolutely feral. Enjoy my brain rot. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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Tyrone knew that you didn’t want to mess with no banger. It was only by accident that you two even met. You were visiting your grandmother early in the afternoon. You usually went on the weekends, early in the morning to watch her stories with her and then you were long gone by the time Tyrone rolled out of bed and headed to the corner store.

You happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped to check on her. She was doing fine as usual, except she wanted some ice cream. As always, you told her to get her sugar down and maybe you’d sneak her something. She always managed to find the little piece of candy in your pocket. It was your secret and it didn’t hurt.

As you were walking out of the house, Tyrone pulled up blasting music with the windows rolled down. He caught you looking and gave you one of those fuck boy smiles. Licked his lips and looked you up and down. You intended to ignore him. But hell, you weren’t blind.

He had gotten out of the car lazily. Swinging his legs out of the car and stretching a bit, showing his stomach as his black shirt rode up. He walked up to you confidently and held out his hand.

“Tyrone,” he said. No other words, no other fake ass compliments. Just his name because he was that damn cocky.

You shook his hand and gave him a polite smile. You told him your name and he rolled it around his tongue. “Pretty ass name,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “How many little girls does that work on?” You had asked him.

He nodded and shrugged. “A few, I ain’t gon’ lie,” he said.

“Good, ‘cause I’on like liars,” you told him.

He put his hands in the pockets of his sweats and eyed you up and down once more. He took in the horror movie on your T-shirt. “You watch that shit?”

“I wouldn’t wear if I didn’t,” you told him.

From there, it spiraled into Tyrone waking up just a bit earlier to see you come out of your grandmother’s house. He’d give you shit about whatever was on your T-shirt for the day. Sometimes, you’d wear something wild just to see what he’d say.

“Pussy: Push until she screams yes?” Tyrone read your shirt and burst out laughing. He was so damn sexy. From his cornrows to his big, sexy ass lips, and his deep voice. It was hard not to crush on the man. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want all the drama that came from his world. Not like he made it fuckin’ easy to resist him.

He was always finding ways to touch you. Whether it was to get your attention, push you, poke you, or pull you closer by your shirt. “I’m just trynna read it, damn!” He’d say and pull you too close where you knew damn well he couldn’t read that shit.

The heat of his body was like a furnace. Like touching a hot stove. LA was already fuckin’ hot this summer. The sun wasn’t pulling punches and neither was Tyrone.

“Come chill for a bit,” he’d say.

“Boy bye, I’m not coming in there with you!” You’d tell him.

It was cool. He’d try again the next time he saw you and the time after that. Your crush got so bad that you were starting to linger if you arrived before he got up. If he wasn’t sitting on the porch when you pulled up, he was definitely sitting on it when you got out. He’d wait patiently for you to visit with your grandmother and he’d ask how she was doing.

Your grandma used to tell you about the nice young man next door. She was always dropping hints about that nice boy who helped her with the groceries sometimes. You thought it was just some punk kid looking for a favor. But to actually meet Tyrone…yeah, you kind of got it.

He was the perfect mix of hood, toxic, and a good man. You didn’t know how it was possible. He probably had a couple of bodies on the gun hanging out of his backside. You couldn’t help but notice it every time he turned around. You were already staring at his juicy ass. The gun made you uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. The chief among them being that at any point, his ass could be taken out by other hood muthafuckas on the block.

That one fact kept you from ever getting too close. It was hard to tell your heart that. The poor idiot just wanted him. So you always found some excuse to leave or bow out. You’d blame it on meeting up with your friends or your parents or work.

Tyrone just gave you that same cocky smirk and he’d tell you he’d miss you. He’d watch you walk away and get in the car. You’d feel his eyes on the back of your head.

“Come chill for a bit. And don’t give me no shit about work or whatever. I know yo ass lyin’,” he said.

“I’on like lying,” you told him.

“Then give me a good reason why you won’t come inside,” he said. He stared at you intently, daring you to contradict him or give him a lame excuse.

“I don’t fuck with bangers,” you told him.

He’d playfully roll his eyes and wave you off. “I don’t even bang like that,” he said.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Sometimes he’d be out here with his friends. You knew dope dealers when you saw them. They were constantly passing bottles and pills back and forth with all kinds of people. Getting money in exchange to do whatever the hell he did with it. Probably spent it on some girl he was fuckin’.

You weren’t jealous, by much. You’d seen the way he walked. That nigga was cocky for a reason. And you wanted no parts. Okay, maybe some parts.

He finally tugged on your hand and led you inside of his house. You were expecting it be gross or filthy. But it was surprisingly clean. He had a couch and some chairs, minimal artwork, and the kitchen was decent. He had a flat screen TV on turned to some game.

He sat down on the couch and pulled you close until you were snuggled up against him. “I’m not fuckin’ you Tyrone,” you said.

He laughed and shook his head. “That’s yo nasty ass mind in the gutter. I just wanted you close to me,” he said.

“Mhm,” you muttered.

His phone rang and he picked it up. You couldn’t hear what the other person was saying but you knew it was a woman. You smirked at him while he looked at you. “I’m a little busy,” he said to the person.

The person began yelling and Tyrone hung up the phone and tossed it onto the glass coffee table.

“Who was that?” You asked with a smirk.

“Shit, I’on know,” he said.

You shook your head. “You probably got a girl for every day of the week,” you said.

“I’m just missin’ Sunday. You free?” He asked.

“Boy, shut up!” You laughed. You stole his remote and flipped through channels until you landed on a thriller you love. You caught it near the beginning and you told Tyrone what he needed to know to catch him up.

“I can’t believe you don’t watch TV. Like…everyone watches TV,” you said.

He shrugged. “I just don’t watch it like that. I got shit to do,” he said.

“Yo ass just like sitting outside to see what you can get into,” you said.

“I just like watchin’ yo pretty ass,” he said.

You sighed and twisted your lips at him. “You already know that shit don’t work on me, Tyrone,” you said.

He chuckled and pulled you closer. You were already so close to him. You could smell his clean, soapy scent mixed with weed. He kissed your cheek and smirked at you. “I been seeing you round here for weeks. I see the way you look at me,” he said.

“Like you crazy?” You asked.

“Naw, like you trynna see what this dick can do for you.”

You choked on a laugh and slapped at his stomach. It was solid under your hand. Not super thick with corded muscles but he had some meat on him. Strong, capable, tough. “Now who’s got the gutter mind?”

He pinched your shirt and released it. “How many licks does it take?” He asked. His voice was low and rusty. It sent tingles up the back of your thighs. You shifted in your seat and tried to lean off of him but he held you to him. Not giving you an inch.

“Tyrone…” you warned him. You didn’t want to start this shit. But he looked at you like he was trying to eat you for dinner. He licked his lips and looked at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips. His hand roamed over your bare legs, exposed in your cut off shorts. So what if you wore it just for him? It was harmless. Until his fingers played with the distressed hem.

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said.

Your pussy contracted and you felt yourself getting wetter. You were always wet whenever you spoke to him. Some days, after seeing him, you’d go home and take care of yourself. You’d even set the mood. You’d replay the conversation and his flirting while running a bath. Setting up some candles. Laying on your bed and using your vibrator as you came just to the image of him in your mind.

But it paled in comparison to feeling his body next to yours. His fingers on your thigh and his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down and captured your lips in his. His juicy lips were wet and hot and he sucked on your bottom lip. Your kisses were loud and sloppy and you wiggled on the couch trying to find some relief.

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said again.

“Ain’t yo momma at home?” You asked.

He shook his head. “She don’t never come out her room. Her TV too loud, she won’t hear shit,” he said.

You scowled. The last thing you wanted was to meet his mom with your ass up in the air getting pounded by her baby boy. He saw the look on your face and smirked.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his room. It fit him. There were posters on the wall and his clothes strewn about. He picked up some of it off of his bed and closed his bedroom door.

Then he was back to kissing you and running his hands over your ass. He squeezed and kneaded the globes of your ass and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands grabbed his shirt and yanked it off of him, finally giving you an entire view of his body. Fuck, he was so hot. His sexy brown skin was lickable. Your ran your hands greedily on him.

Tyrone slipped your hoodie off your shoulders and then unbuttoned your shorts. He pushed it and your panties down your legs. Then he got rid of your shirt and bra until you were standing buck ass naked in his room.

You reached for his sweats and he batted your hand away. “Get on the bed,” he said.

“Who the hell you talkin’ to like that?” You asked.

Instead of answering, he grabbed you and pushed you onto the bed. You bounced as you sat down. You opened your mouth to say something but he grabbed your legs and pushed them as far as he could.

He studied your wet pussy and the way you contracted as he looked. He smirked and looked at you. “Needy little fuckin’ pussy, ain’t she?”

You gasped and huffed out a laugh. He got to his knees and ran his tongue down the crease of your fold. He moaned. “Goddamn, you taste fuckin’ good. But how many licks does it take?”

He was quoting your shirt again. Your hands were braced behind you to keep you upright. Your chest bobbed up and down as you started to hyperventilate. You had imagined him between your legs for weeks. Too cowardly to say anything to him. You hid behind the “I don’t fuck with bangers” line. You were sure that little bit of armor was all you needed to resist Tyrone. If that were true, you wouldn’t be moaning at the sight of him kneeling before you.

His nose nudged your pussy lips and he inhaled. “Fuck,” he whispered before kissing you there. His tongue darted out and he began to lick you, kiss you, suck on you until you were a whimpering mess.

Your legs were shaking as he tongue fucked you. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Tyrone. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. You leaned on one hand while you dug your nails into his hair.

“Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me,” he said. He stared at you, almost angrily, as he went back to eating you out.

Your stomach was on fire as pressure built low and steady. He flicked the little nub until you were sobbing and cumming on his tongue. He leaned up with that signature cocky grin. Your juices were all over his mouth and chin. He wiped it away with his hand.

“Got a nigga sprung over here,” he said. “I wanna see what else this pussy can do,” he said. He drew down his sweats and his cock sprang free.

It was long and thick and your eyes widened. “Where the hell you gonna put that?” You asked. There was no fuckin’ way that was fitting inside of you. It was truly a one-eyed monster. Thick and veiny. The head was already leaking a little bit.

He grinned as he stroked himself. “Sit yo pretty ass back,” he said. He didn’t wait for you to comply. He pushed on your stomach until your back hit the bed. He grabbed your fleshy thighs and yanked until you were half hanging off of the bed.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he dipped his cock inside of you. There was already a slight burning and you moaned. “Fuck, Tyrone. You’re too big,” you whined.

“Suck it up, ‘cause this finna be my favorite spot,” he said. “Shit, this all mine now.”

You laughed but it turned into a gasp as he started to work himself inside you. He pleasantly stretched you out as he gave shallow strokes to wet his dick with your arousal and make him sliding in easier.

Then, he added his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You clenched around his dick and he moaned. “Just like that,” he said. He continued to rub circles, making you relax and take all of him. He still hadn’t bottomed out, but he was starting to increase his strokes.

“I knew this fuckin’ pussy was gonna be good. I ain’t know it would be this good,” he said. His voice was low as if he weren’t really talking to you. Your nails grazed his stomach as you tried to push him away. You didn’t want him to stop, it just felt so fucking good to finally have him inside of you.

He grabbed your hand and slammed it onto his bed. He leaned over to do it, so he was driving in a little deeper.

“Shit, I think I can go deeper. What you think?” He asked.

“There’s…no…way…” you said in between gasping and moaning.

He licked his lips and winked at you before increasing the intensity of his strokes while slowing down the tempo. He shoved in once and then twice and he seemed to unlock some hidden level inside of you because he did go in a bit deeper.

“If you keep on, I’m gonna…fuckin’...shit…” You were close to cumming and his finger on your clit was making you dumb. Boneless and shivering. You couldn’t think, let alone say anything.

The unexpected slap to your titties half woke you up. You couldn’t focus on him. He was fucking all common sense out of you. He pulled on one nipple before leaning down and suckling it into his mouth.

It was like a straight shot of desire straight to your pussy. You clenched around him and he moaned around your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth, running it back and forth.

You came with his name on your lips. You didn’t care who heard you. There was noway to hide what ya’ll were doing in here. The whole block could hear you and you didn’t care one bit. The orgasm tore through you, ripped through you; it sent you into another fucking dimension where you lost all sense of self. There was just his dick still slamming inside of you.

Your vision winked in and out and your eyes rolled back. Is this what dying felt like? Complete bliss and peace unlike you had ever known? Tears slipped from your eyes and disappeard into your kinked hair.

Tyrone grunted as he pounded a few more times before spilling his cum inside of you with a string of curses. He pumped you full until you were near bursting with his cum.

“I’ma put a baby this pussy and keep you forever,” he said. He collapsed on top of you and you giggled while he kissed his way up your chest. He kissed the top of both your titties before kissing your neck, your ear, your jaw, and finally your lips.

You were still joined and he rocked a little bit. You groaned. You were riding a fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Naw, I’m gonna keep you,” he said. He grinned and kissed you. You were too fucked out to speak. To think. To register what just fucking happened. But you wouldn’t mind being kept by him.

You’d keep him too.

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shurislover · 5 months

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daydream

- this is sad y’all don’t jump me.

- btw queen ramonda is still alive in this

“ you’re so pretty ma “ - Riri blushed

“ you’ve told me 6 times today baby.” - you smiled

“ i will tell you another 30 times if i have to.”- Riri added

“ I’m glad I came to MIT if i didn’t i would’ve never met the love of my life, and now 5 years later i’m married and expecting our first baby in a couple months.”- You sighed

“ I am forever grateful we met baby. I’ll never forget meeting for the first time and you couldn’t stop laughing because of how nervous you were to talk to me, till this day you still get nervous around me.”- Riri laughed as she kissed your swollen belly

“ It’s because you’re just so beautiful to look at , and I just love how you care about me. You make me feel so special baby.”-

“ You’ll always be special to me my love “- Riri smiled

“ Mommy ?”- You jumped at the small voice bringing you out your daze

“ Hi baby boy “- You smiled

“ You’re daydreaming again”- Your 8 year old whispered

“ Y/n it’s time.”- Shuri sighed

You brought your eyes up to your wife’s best friend who softly smiled at you and nodded

“ I- I c- can’t do it “- You stuttered

“ Riley and I will be right beside you. I made a promise to Riri that i will not only watch over you but Riley too. Your wife would want you to see how beautiful she looks.”- Shuri nodded

She locked her arm in with yours and your son grabbed your hand and kissed it. All three walked through the doors & all you could stare at was the brown checkered carpet under your feet. The room quiet and still. You felt all eyes on you as you kept walking until your feet connected with something…..

There your wife laid so beautiful in the all white bedding. She had her braids freshly done, your favorite mascara on which made her lashes “ extra long “ as she would say. She had on her favorite graphic t-shirt which stated “ i survived my trip to wakanda “ She just looked so peaceful and beautiful. You softly smiled and rubbed your thumb across her cheek.

In an instant all the memories flooded in causing your emotions to be everywhere

“ baby please wake up.”- You whispered

“ I - I need you to wake up right now, please”- You sobbed as you felt Shuri rubbing your back

your sentences broke up and hot tears streamed down your face. At this point you couldn’t even look at her, you slid down the front of her casket and squeezed your eyelids shut , hoping this was all a dream. You felt your chest starting to tighten and your throat closing making it very hard to breathe

You felt a warm pair of hands wipe the tears on both sides of your cheeks. “ In and out mommy “

You opened your eyes and there sat your beautiful baby boy. In reality you’re supposed to be consoling him but here he was making sure you were okay

“ In”

*breathes in *

“ out “

*breathes out *

You both sat there and did it 4 more times and you felt a bit more at ease.

“ You’re an amazing little boy you know that ?”- You smiled as you kissed his forehead

“ I get it from you and mama. But do you know what Queen Mother said to Shuri ?”- He asked

“ No baby what did she say “- You sniffled

“ She said T'Challa is dead, but that doesn’t mean he’s gone. For us mama may be dead but it doesn’t mean she’s gone, she’s forever with us. Here in our hearts. Queen Mother also said she felt T’challa in the breeze. We will feel mama in the breeze too , no matter what she will be with us.” - Riley smiled

“ He’s around my mother too much but I will admit he’s very smart and Riri would be so proud”- Shuri smiled as she wiped a tear from her eye

Your son is right, no matter what Riri will always be with you both. Watching over you make sure you’re safe and making sure Riley is safe.

She’s in your heart

forever

and

always.

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read an ellie story similar to this @phantombriide posted it ! credits to them 100% . i decided to do it for my lil baby Riri Williams.

#vees recs #riri imagine #riri x you #riri black panther #riri williams x black reader #riri x reader #riri williams #riri williams x reader

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safedistancefrombeingsmart · 1 year

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I want to congratulate Martin Freeman on his excellent pecs and nips game in Wakanda Forever!

The way the t-shirt clings to his body. 🥵🥵

Hnnnnhg!

#martin freeman #everett ross #black panther: wakanda forever #my gfx

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roseamongroses · 4 months

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[ID: Fanart of Shuri and Riri from Marvel's Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever. It is a grey-scale digital drawing tinted green. Shuri and Riri sit on a bed with a round headboard, surrounded by blankets and pillows. On the wall behind them is glow-in-the-dark stars. Shuri is on the left, laying on her side with a hand on her stomach and a hand on an open book. She looks at Riri. Shuri wears an oversized t shirt that rides up, pants, and a head-scarf. Riri is on the right, laying on her back looking up with a smile. She has one hand on her stomach, one leg bent while the other leg is under the blanket. She lifts one arm in the air, a light emitting from her mechanical glove. Riri wears a bonnet, Nasa t-shirt, shorts, and calf-length socks. END ID]

riri fuckin around with her new gizmo before bed

#mcu #marvel #wakanda forever #bpwf #shuri #riri williams #shuriri #shuri x riri williams #shuriri fanart #fanart #black panther #ironheart

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cumbertunita · 7 months

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Cinnamon skin

Tenoch Huerta x reader

Warnings: none, it’s fluff :) but part 2 maybe won’t be 🔥

Note: This is the official English translation of “Piel Canela”

I have been with him since the beginning of this journey, since he accepted the role of Namor in the MCU for the Black Panther Wakanda Forever movie. I have worked with him intensively day and night to make sure everything went perfectly during filming and at the premiere. Yes, I am his English teacher.

Tenoch Huerta and I met during the filming of The Forever Purge. I was hired as a support interpreter for the actors and crew who didn't speak English well. Part of my job is to make a connection with the parties I will be serving, so I spent a lot of time being around the entire film crew to build trust. This often happened during the lunch hour.

Tenoch and I exchanged glances from time to time as the others chatted and laughed. Suddenly we would start our own conversation about films, poetry, racism and other cultural topics that he had mastered to perfection. The conversation was enriching and so entertaining that I didn't want it to end, the breaks were so short. At the end of the day, we always said goodbye with a kiss in our cheeks, and as time went by I was dying to stay by his side, that our conversations and exchange of glances would last forever, but he is an actor...he would never feel attracted to someone like me.

On the last day of filming we said goodbye like any other day, everyone praised me for my great work and that they hoped to see me soon.

"Well, then... today is the last day, right?" Tenoch said lowering his eyes as he put his hands in his trouser pockets, "will I see you again?"

"I have no idea, I hope so...when you make another movie in Hollywood."

"Because of my skin colour and my background you know they probably won't cast me in big roles..."

"Hey, you're the most hard working person I've ever met in my life. You'll see that someone will discover you soon and take you to Hollywood" I took a breath and got very nervous, but I couldn't help it, I reached out to him, took his face in my hands and he gave me a beautiful smile.

"heh...your hands are very soft...it feels very nice".

At that I heard a honk interrupting our moment, it was the film director offering to take us to our respective hotels. We both got into the car and first went to drop me off at my hotel. I said goodbye to him with great difficulty as I didn't want to leave him.

I returned to Mexico and continued my work as an interpreter and English teacher for several months until one day I received a call from an unknown number: it was him, how did he get my number?

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N"

"Tenoch? How did you get my number?"

"A little birdie over there shared it with me" we both laughed "how are you?"

"Good, just finishing work here at a conference at the WTC."

"Can you have lunch with me?"

"Yeah, sure. Where are you?" I said as I walked towards the exit of one of the halls in the building.

"Behind you" I turned around and there was Tenoch in a tight t-shirt, jeans, dark glasses and a cap. He looked so good, that cinnamon skin awakened something in me that I didn't know.

We both couldn't hold our excitement and ran to hug each other tightly. I hadn't realised how much I missed him until that moment. We turned to look at each other and I could see a special glow behind those dark glasses and his sly smile.

"How did you find me?"

"Mmmm...Instagram" he said making a naughty boy face.

"So I have a stalker" I winked at him and we both laughed. One of his hands let go off my waist and he took off his glasses. His eyes studied every part of my face and without a second thought he presses his lips to mine. A kiss I've been waiting for since The Forever Purge...so much so that I couldn't help but respond with the same sweetness.

"Ever since The Foreve Purge I've wanted to do this” he said pulling away for lack of oxygen.

"Me too" I said trying to catch my breath, it was almost a whisper "and that lunch date is still on or do you intend for us to stay here cuddling?"

"I wouldn't mind...but we can go and eat some tacos nearby because I have great news for you".

We went out to eat those tacos he wanted so badly while he told me that Ryan Coogler contacted him to offer him the character of Namor in the Black Panther Wakanda Forever movie. Obviously it was already something I expected to happen because Tenoch is a super talented and hard working man, as well as an excellent human being, he deserves the best in the world.

We finished eating and decided to go for a walk in the surroundings to continue talking as we did during the filming of The Forever Purge. I missed the laughter and the debates that were generated around everything we read and thought about certain topics and of course, I missed his devotion to the eradication of racism in Mexico.

"And how are you doing with your English? I don't think everyone speaks Spanish".

"Don't make fun of me, my English is a bit chewed up but I can defend myself".

"aha..." I had an idea that will possibly have some consequences, but I didn't want to lose the opportunity to stay by his side "hey what if...what if I go with you like when The Forever Purge? I'll be your language assistant... we can discuss the details in my apartment... if you like".

"Are you making me an unseemly invitation?" he said mischievously.

"If I were..." I said as I slowly approached him "...I would do this" I put my arms around his neck and kissed him fervently. He responded to the kiss in kind and grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him.

His tongue demanded access to my mouth, which I granted, deepening the kiss. He began to caress my back and I tangled my hands in his hair.

"Let's go," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, took my mobile phone and requested an Uber.

Well, I think this English translation is good, isn’t it? Tell me what you think! Part 2?? 🔥 🔥

#tenoch huerta namor #tenochito #tenoch x reader #tenoch huerta

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skylarstark4826 · 7 days

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I absolutely loved this beautiful Fanart of Wakanda Forever from the ship of Attuma and Okoye and despite the fact that I am aware that they also include in the ship of Namor and Shuri despite that I only say that I loved the Namor t-shirt with the icon and the Black Panther symbol of Shuri in it while I also loved the sweatshirt that Attuma has on with the icon and the symbol of Okoye and the truth I feel that those are enough proofs that the ship Attuma and Okoye together as well as the ship of Namor and Shuri together could become Canon's in the next Black Panther movies of the UCM

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I will let you know that right here I will leave you the link of the true creator of this masterpiece on Twitter

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #attuma and okoye #general okoye #mcu okoye #black panther okoye #attuma of talokan #mcu attuma #okoye #attuma #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

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chaosandwolves · 1 month

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Fans like you are just so adorable. You wouldn’t have 911 without that bigger name who, let’s not forget, they created the entire show for that keeps your baby boys employed. But hey whatever. How about let’s all sit down and discuss inequality? Because everyone knows the scales have always tipped in favor of the black woman who has spent literal decades putting her entire heart and soul into her craft over young attractive white men who look good in tight t-shirts.

Don’t pretend you have nothing against her when you write delusional drivel like that.

*sigh*

I'm gonna indulge you for a moment here even though I know there is no answer that will satisfy you cause you want to believe my statement was racially (and horny) motivated when it wasn't at all.

Honestly it says more about you than me that you automatically assume I want Ryan and Oliver (I guess that's who you mean by "your baby boys") to be nominated instead of her when all I said was that she isn't the only one who deserves it.

Like there are other ppl than those two who I believe do a fantastic job on the show and that includes Kenny, Peter and Tracey, Aisha and JLH.

And it's weird you're reducing Oliver and Ryan to their looks when they've repeatedly delivered amazing performances.

Yes, they might have had advantages in the industry but that also doesn't erase their work and skills.

I never said she doesn't deserve it.

And I'm very aware of inequality with these things.

Which is part of why I don't like them because I think they're way less about the actual art and performances than they claim to be.

And you just also kinda supported what I said; that she deserves to be nominated because she's made herself a career (which is great and her performance in Wakanda Forever is one of my favorite moments in the MCU and she put her heart into that and it was great to see it acknowledged)

and that's how it works with the awards

and that's also what furthers the inequality and is the reason why historically black, poc and indigenous actors haven't been acknowledged as much when they should have

because more often than not it's about the names and numbers first and about the actual performances second (if at all)

otherwise a lot more productions and performances would get acknowledged with these awards

And that's why I think they're bs (and yes, still, I want ppl to be acknowledged through them, you can call me a hypocrite for this if you want)

I know that her name is important for the show and I mean she's an exec prod on this as well

Still doesn't negate the performances of the others.

I think the show has more than one amazing actor and I would like their performances to be acknowledged, too.

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glindaselphie · 1 year

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Seeing Wakanda Forever later so I’m in my Black Panther t-shirt and a mostly black outfit in mourning / honour of Chadwick 🖤

#black panther: wakanda forever #black Panther #marvel #chadwick boseman #laur.jpg

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jennathearcher · 1 year

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I was tagged by @mirkwoodmunson (thank you so much!! sorry it took me forever to finally do this XD)

Nickname: don’t really have one, just Jenna!!

Sign: Leo

Height: 5'9” (eyyyyy height twins!!)

Last thing I googled: ‘calamari’ (my dad wanted to know what it was and I had to double check if I remembered correctly that it was squid :P)

Song stuck in my head currently: SZA’s ‘Big Boys’ song from an SNL skit that’s gone viral on TikTok recently

# of followers: 1,875????

Amount of sleep: ehhhhh as long as I get around 5-6 hours I’m good to go :P

Dream job: film critic, screenwriter, or costume designer

Wearing: one of my Marvel Eternals T-shirts and cozy pants, my favorite cardigans and new slippers

Movie/book that summarizes you: Corpse Bride, Suicide Squad (2016), The Princess Bride, Titanic, Disney/Pixar’s Brave

Fav song currently: I’m obsessed with a handful of songs from the soundtrack to Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, especially Born Again by Rihanna

Aesthetic: fandom goth :P

Fav authors: Cassandra Clare, Maggie Stiefvater, Tamsyn Muir, Leigh Bardugo, Tamora Pierce, Cornelia Funke

Random fun fact: I’m going to be joining my first real DND campaign within the next couple of months, run by my best friend!! 8D

I tag anyone who sees this and wants to do the thing!!

#save tag

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igniting-quill · 1 year

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

tagged by @pokytoad. Thanks!

What book are you currently reading?

Loveless by Alice Oseman ← Audiobook Version

Babel by RF Kuang ← print book.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Hmmm… I honestly cannot remember if I saw anything in theaters other than Wakanda Forever. So there’s that.

What do you usually wear?

Oh… cheap/free t-shirt + longsleeve underneath and leggings/jeans. Very casual and chill.

How tall are you?

5’0”. Yes, I’m very short

What’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Taurus (and gemini rising + gemini sun). Not quite sure about celebs sharing a bday with me and all that haha.

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

On the internet, I go by my penname, Quill. Otherwise though, feel free to call me Beepboop cuz I went by that for a bit cuz I simply didn’t mind.

If the internet people care to know, I usually go by my name, avoiding nicknames unless you are very close to me.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

HAHA no. I wanted to be a *scientist* because it seemed like the smartest profession. Now, I still don’t really know what I’m going to be doing. Ultimately I want to become a writer, but the reality of the situation is that I’ll probably get a 9-5 job and you know, get financial stability. Sorry to my past self about that.

What’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

I’m good at finding the best in others and I’m bad at seeing the best in myself. But hey, at least I am somewhat self aware.

Dogs or cats?

Y’all. I truly think I am a Cat person; however, I currently have the sweetest dog. As of right now? That bundle of joy over everything. Dogs.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

The oneshot I wrote for UC this year. It was like… 4 short stories inside the span of another. I’m glad that I managed to finish that beast of a fic. I guess in hindsight though, didn’t really need the songfic aspect to make it really work. But it’s fine because I didn’t make the lyrics a large part of the fic anyways. I also was just… really struggling with writers block for the longest time. So glad that I found the inspiration to break it with this.

Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42385929

What's something you would like to create content for?

Unprepared Casters! Catch me doing that @uc-beepboop. It’s an incredibly small fandom though, so when I need love and attention I might bound over and do some stuff with MHA/BNHA.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

See above. But D&D podcasts overall have been a big big one.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

In some ways? College + living in a new apartment for the first time. Oh goodness what I leap for me.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

My artwork and my writing is kind of my hidden talent irl because both aren’t my degree of choice/my profession in life. But otherwise if I had to choose?

I guess I can mimic a good range of accents. Nothing exceptional, but good for the occasional party trick.

Are you religious?

Nope.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Time. And Energy. Oh my gosh I wish I had more of both. Then maybe I would be able to write more.

tagging: @silly-goofy-mood, @yarn-dragon, and @lordsardine. Only if you’re comfortable :)

#igniting-quill

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