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palipunk · 2 years
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Palestinian Sapphics, happy pride to my lgbt Palestinians <3 
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cozy-lake · 24 days
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I’m thinking of ALL women this women’s history month.
Palestinian women
Transgender women
Women of color
Disabled women
Queer women
Indigenous women
Jewish women
Asexual and aromantic women
EVERY woman deserves to be uplifted and celebrated this month and every month.
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oddwomen · 4 months
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Meshell Ndegeocello, 1994
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dreorcaul · 27 days
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Grab yourself a copy! It's a 210 page Horror romance webtoon between a vampire who just got turned and a blunt cursed lumberjack, both trying to tackle a third wheeling demon who is very enthusiastic about them!
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11vr1 · 1 year
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Morning ⭒ Shuri Udaku
Synopsis › A brief look into a rare morning waking up with Queen Shuri. 
Pairing › Shuri x Singer! Fem Reader
Inspo › “Morning” - Teyana Taylor, Kehlani
Includes › Fluff, non-sexual nudity, non-sexual intimacy, they in love in love, tiny bit of insecurity, Shuri not taking care of herself, touch, skin to skin, they have good hygiene, reader is lazy, singer!reader
P.S. ›  I know the song is absolutely filthy and this is not but I’ve never written smut. Even this was a stretch for me. 
P.S.S. › This is the first fic I've ever posted. Pls, be nice to ya girl. She’s sensitive but loves any kind of feedback. Let me know how you feel about these two. They might become a little series.
You felt a warm pair of lips press tenderly against your skin, traveling along your arm, inching towards your sleeping face. The sun streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows, flooding the queen’s quarters with the white gold of its light. Shuri was always up and ready to greet the day before you. “Morning has arrived, sthandwa wami,” the raspy voice of your lover roused you from your rest. My love. 
“Tell it to go away,” you mumbled, shuffling underneath the satin sheets, finding warmth in her embrace. There was no place you’d rather be than in her arms. Behind closed doors, Shuri was yours and yours alone. Her title didn’t follow her here. During moments like this, she was simply a woman trying to wake her girlfriend. 
Shuri grazed the tips of her fingers across the flesh of your thigh. Her touch left a trail of fire in its wake. She slipped under the band of your lace panties, quickly pulling and letting it snap. The smirk spread was sly as you jerked slightly. “It's past time we got up. Besides, my arm is going numb.” 
“Ow! Fine. Fine. I'm awake.” Finally, you relinquished her arm from your capture, sighing long and deep at the loss of your pillow. The queen chuckled as she untangled the rest of your limbs with no help from your limp body.
“Griot?” Shuri spoke to the empty air. 
“Good morning, your majesty.”
The covers fell from her body, displaying the sculpted bronze planes of her bare back. You sat up to admire the view. All those years of agonizing pining were worth it, you thought. “What's on the schedule today?” 
The disembodied AI listed both yours and the queen’s agenda. You planned a relaxing, stress free day in the studio for yourself. The queen on the other hand was expected by the elders. 
It took everything in you to leave the comfort of Shuri’s enormous sized bed and make the cold trek to the bathroom. You turned on the shower, periodically checking its temp then stripped the little clothing you had on. “Are you going to join me?” you asked, leaning back to peer through the open door to see her staring at her kimoyo beads. “I thought I was the slow one.” The water from the rain drip head cascaded down the length of your body, effectively chasing away the rest of your drowsiness. 
Two tattooed arms draped around your shoulders. “I am here.” The stealth of the Panther often took you by surprise. The feeling of Shuri’s touch against yours was indescribable. Nothing could compare. You’d hardly noticed the soft beat of your shared playlist began to play. 
She took it upon herself to lather shea body wash across your skin, talking sweet nothings in your ear while christening you with chaste kisses along the way. “Do you have time for lunch today?” you leaned back to gaze into the depths of her onyx eyes, your own hopeful.
“I will make time.” 
“Griot, don’t let her forget.” 
“I won't, miss.” 
“You don’t trust me?” she teased, tilting your head further back, leaving suds across your cheek. 
You turned around to face her, eyebrow raised. “Hhayi.” No. Your response was straight forward, yet remained light hearted. She was working herself ragged these days, barely taking time to rest. More than once you found her in the lab, lids heavy, back hunched uncomfortably over her work station. “I know you too well to leave you be. You stand me up, I'm coming to snatch your ass.” The running water did nothing to drown out your shared laughter. She knew you meant it. 
You grabbed Shuri’s soap and washed her in return down the valley of her breasts to the toned abs of her torso. Each stroke carried your love. “I'm serious, though. Take a break sometime today,” you added. Caring for her was an honor. Bast knew she wouldn’t if it were solely up to her. 
The Panther ceased your motions by grasping your hand in her own. “I promise.” She closed the already small distance between you, brushing the tip of your nose, “I appreciate your concern for me. I don't deserve—” 
You promptly shushed her with your own lips. Her taste was irresistible, uniquely Shuri’s. No one in Wakanda could get away with interrupting the queen except you. “None of that. You deserve plenty.” 
Her arms snaked around your waist, feeling your natural contours, finding a place within the slope of your neck. Heady breaths stuck to the droplets dancing on your skin. She stilled to cherish this moment, already beginning to dread having to part. “I'm just blessed to have you.” 
“And I you.” You gave her one last peck on the cheek before turning the shower off. “You’re ntomb’am. While you’re going out there to save the world or whatever, I’ll be here for you.” My girl. 
“The legendary Black Panther’s protector,” she laughed, guiding you out of the stand-in. “It has a nice ring to it. My enemies will fear you.” She might’ve thought it was funny, but you couldn’t find the humor. Shuri was your intombi, your girl. What you wouldn’t give for the promise of more sunshine-flavored mornings like these.
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v-4-l-0-n · 7 months
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Friendly reminder that if your feminism doesn’t include woc, queer women, trans women, disabled women, women of any religion, or sex workers then your “feminism” is shit <3
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russetpuddle · 9 months
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Taurus: comfort, stability, sensuality
taurus themed lesbian moodboard 🌱 te/rfs dni
"lesbian men"/"bi lesbians" DNI
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orangeispice · 3 months
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Shuri x Fem
My fem character will always be black in my short stories, one shots and etc. Us as black women rarely have our moment and I’m not trying to feed into displacing our women.
Summary: Aneka and Ayo take Shuri out to Wakanda’s City Nightlife. They want the young Queen to let loose and have fun if only for a night. The unthinkable happens when the Queen sees a woman she hasn’t seen since childhood.
Part 1
The girl with the tattoos
Shuri had been stuck in her lab on a daily basis since the battle between Talokan and Wakanda. It seemed like after she practiced restraint, all her fight had left her.
Every day was a struggle, she’d bury herself in her work so she wouldn’t be forced to sit and think about her family despite Nakia’s open invitation to visit her in Haiti as much as she wanted she didn’t want to get too close to her nephew and sister in law as she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle losing anyone else.
She made sure to call as often as possible, even if she didn’t see them she wanted her nephew to know he was loved and she wanted Nakia to know she had her if she needed her.
“Queen, Aneka of the Dora Milaje is here.” Shuri hears griot say, and she turns as the woman enters her lab with powerful strides.
“I see that you are still attached to your technology.” Aneka says, her tone exasperated. She’d suggested the Queen come out with her and Ayo that night to let loose.
“I don’t think I can go.” Shuri says, having changed her mind. If she was being honest she hadn’t planned on going in the first place, she’d only told Aneka she would to get her to leave.
“Go get changed.” She demands her arms crossed. She refused to take no for an answer. Okoye, Nakia, and Ayo had all discussed the Queen’s depression with Aneka and they’d decided to force her out of her comforts.
“Excuse me?” Shuri scoffed, annoyed. Had Aneka forgotten herself?
“With all due respect my queen, you need to get out and you will. Go change.” Aneka spoke again, this time removing the two mini spears Shuri had made her. “Or I could destroy your new project…. Whichever’s more convenient for you.”
Shuri sighed, her hands running over her face. “Between you and the other meddlesome trio I don’t know whether to banish you or strangle you all.”
“We love you too, Queen.” Aneka smirked.
Shuri was quick to get dressed, she wore a matching cropped black long sleeve top with black bottoms that were fitted at the waist and loose on the legs. She wore an oversized mesh top over it and paired it with sneakers.
The ride into the city’s nightlife scene was quick, as they took the flying car. Ayo grinned as the Queen got in. The club they were heading too was booming as they pulled up.
As they walked in, Shuri looked around taking in the scene. She’d never been to a club before, she’d recently turned 21 a little after her mothers death and had no need or want to celebrate or try any of the things she’d been impatient to try as an adult.
Aneka and Ayo had reserved a table by the VIP section, and as Shuri walked through the crowd of people they all did the Wakanda sign as she passed. The people of Wakanda revered her, she was their beloved Queen that they had watched grow from a baby to their leader and protector.
“What would you like to drink, Queen?” Ayo asks, Shuri gave her a look. “Sorry, Shuri.”
Shuri made it clear she didn’t want to be called Queen while they were out. She just wanted to be herself, away from the throne for the night if she was going to be out.
“Whatever you two are drinking will be fine.” Shuri shrugged, she hadn’t a preference as she didn’t have much experience with alcohol besides the occasional wine and even she knew wine didn’t match this scene.
“Three glasses of bourbon on the rocks.” Ayo ordered, as the waitress walked by. “And when it’s low bring more.”
As Shuri’s eyes scanned the dance floor her eyes focused on a girl with beautiful chocolate skin. The girl had tattoos on her left arm, her right thigh and her back. Her shirt and fitted dress showing off her glowing skin.
She watched as the girl danced, her head tilted back slightly as she wined to the beat of the song playing. The girl had a blissful smile on her face as she danced with her friends.
Shuri couldn’t take her eyes off the woman as she danced. The happiness in her face infectious, as she smiled sweetly. She’d never felt so compelled to watch someone before.
“She’s beautiful.” Aneka grinned. Her eyes following the Queen’s line of sight to see the girl that had captured her attention. She passed Shuri her glass and watched as she took it, throwing it back as a shot.
“Shur—“
“That was good.” Shuri said. The burn a welcome sensation.
“Do you want to dance?” Ayo asked. Watching as the Queen bobbed her head to the music, her eyes still on the girl.
“No.” Shuri declined. “Aneka, that girl. Does she seem familiar to you?”
Shuri watched through inquisitive eyes as the girl twirled around, a mark above her collarbone capturing her attention.
“You’re asking me if Mbali, M’Baku’s sister looks familiar?” Aneka snorted. “Yes, she does.”
“M’Bali…” Shuri said, testing the word. The name was one she hadn’t heard in a long time, as the girl had been hidden in the mountains of Jabari land as long as she could remember.
Visions of a young girl maybe 11 or 12 playing with her in the palace ran through her mind as if it’d just happened. She remembered a girl so fierce and courageous that was very sneaky.
The young girl had made Shuri question herself the more time they spent together before the tribes decidedly split up when the Jabari tribe disagreed with King T’Chaka’s decisions.
She remembered the last day she’d seen her. Mbali kissed her and promised she’d find a way to see her again. That she’d be there when she needed her most.
She remembered the look of absolute hatred from Mbali’s parents as they took their daughter away. They had wanted Wakanda to become more traditional as they felt many Wakandan’s were starting to lose their way. They especially disliked the princess at the time as she’d always scoffed at tradition and of how she didn’t believe in the ancestral plane.
“What is she doing in the city?” Shuri questioned. As far as she knew, Mbali wasn’t discussed with anyone outside of Jabari land and even more she wasn’t allowed to leave.
“She lives in the city now.” Ayo answered. “She was banished from Jabari when she came out to her parents. M’Baku tried to get her to come back when he took over the throne but she refused not wanting to return to the place that she felt was her prison. She’s the talk of Wakanda right now.”
“I can see why.” Shuri hummed, as another glass appeared on the table. “How have I never realized she was in the city?”
“You’d have to leave the palace to do so.” Aneka snorted. “Besides. Mbali keeps to herself. She occasionally talks to Ayo as she seems lonely.”
“She doesn’t look lonely.” Shuri pointed out.
“You wouldn’t either after being drunk off your ass.” Ayo rolled her eyes. “I look out for her because she has no one, and she refuses to speak to her brother. She’s taken up drinking to cope with the depression and loneliness.”
“I don’t understand. She was so bright…. She had so much ahead of her.” Shuri frowned.
“She lost her family and her people. It’s not easy being gay in our society, especially when the Elders are so vocal about it being wrong.” Ayo huffed.
“Aneka…” Shuri pleaded, her eyes locked on Mbali. The girl was dancing on her ‘friends’ provocatively and throwing shots back as if it were water. “Bring her to me.”
“Uh…. I… Are you sure?” Aneka looked stunned. She had felt that the Queen was interested in women but the way she looked at Mbali confirmed her suspicions.
“We’re leaving. I’m taking her to the palace and while I’d love to go down there and grab her myself, I’d rather not cause a scene and have Wakanda in my business right now.” Shuri declared, standing.
Ayo settled their bill and they headed for the car. It wasn’t long before Aneka appeared with the drunken girl in a fireman’s carry. The girl was angry, yelling and demanding to be brought back.
“Intyatyambo…” Shuri called out, pausing the girl’s tirade. “A beautiful flower deserves the proper care.”
“Shuri…” the girl said, as Aneka placed her in the car. Her eyes widened, disbelief flooded them as she leaned over to vomit out the car door.
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mandasjournal · 2 years
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dzntmatr · 1 year
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something clever
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lesbianarthistory · 2 years
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got any in black? got any black lesbians? <3?
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Barry Johnson – Untitled 132 (2019)
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feehippielove · 1 year
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oddwomen · 7 months
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Gay and Lesbian Youth of New York, October 1982 © Robert
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dreorcaul · 5 months
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Khepri and dibiki! Ive drawn a lil dibiki who is drasil fraternal twin! Tho dibiki has it much easier than drasil when it comes to looking like a dude but has a Clunge.
did I want an excuse to say clunge why yes!
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yourstrulyjah · 1 month
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But you're so earthly, yet so heavenly!
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