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[makingqueerhistory]

Letters to a Writer of Color

Taymour Soomro (Editor) Deepa Anappara (Editor)

A vital collection of essays on the power of literature and the craft of writing from an international array of writers of color, sharing the experiences, cultural traditions, and convictions that have shaped them and their work "Electric essays that speak to the experience of writing from the periphery . . . a guide, a comfort, and a call all at once."--Laila Lalami, author of Conditional Citizens Filled with empathy and wisdom, instruction and inspiration, this book encourages us to reevaluate the codes and conventions that have shaped our assumptions about how fiction should be written, and also challenges us to apply its lessons to both what we read and how we read. Featuring: - Taymour Soomro on resisting rigid stories about who you are - Madeleine Thien on how writing builds the room in which it can exist - Amitava Kumar on why authenticity isn't a license we carry in our wallets - Tahmima Anam on giving herself permission to be funny - Ingrid Rojas Contreras on the bodily challenge of writing about trauma - Zeyn Joukhadar on queering English and the power of refusing to translate ourselves - Myriam Gurba on the empowering circle of Latina writers she works within - Kiese Laymon on hearing that no one wants to read the story that you want to write - Mohammed Hanif on the censorship he experienced at the hands of political authorities - Deepa Anappara on writing even through conditions that impede the creation of art - Plus essays from Tiphanie Yanique, Xiaolu Guo, Jamil Jan Kochai, Vida Cruz-Borja, Femi Kayode, Nadifa Mohamed in conversation with Leila Aboulela, and Sharlene Teo The start of a more inclusive conversation about storytelling, Letters to a Writer of Color will be a touchstone for aspiring and working writers and for curious readers everywhere.

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#queer history #queer #lgbt

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Radblr resources: (work in progress on both mobile and laptop so some links will be in a different format)

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[gacha-incels]

relegating the project moon/limbus ongoing situation as simply “drama” is incredibly reductive. perhaps it could have stayed this way had KJH not capitulated to the DCinside misogynists’ “femi” witch hunt. by firing her (let’s be real, they’ve been coy about it because they’ve lawyered up but we all saw it happen) for deleted tweets expressing support for pretty standard women’s rights issues in korea, PM has inserted themselves into the ongoing national conversation regarding female worker’s rights. This is why there have been multiple news articles surrounding this and unions have commented on it. These people aren’t trying to take potshots at PM from the peanut gallery, they have a vested interest in making sure this situation cannot happen in the future. This isn’t only about vellmori, her case doesn’t exist in a vacuum. As I said, it’s more like her case has been added to the overall conversation rather than the unions adding themselves into her sole conversation. This is one of the reasons they’re trying to pressure PM directly.

It’s ridiculous to compare the current protests to what the DCinside males did. It’s easy to do so you don’t have to think about it of course. For women in korea, it’s not just something they can pretend isn’t happening, it’s part of their reality. This isn’t just “drama” it’s something that effects them directly. In regards to thinking “both sides are bad” I’ll repost a reblogged reply I made here.

Sadly the reality of horrific and often times fatal misogyny in south korea that this situation is now a part of is ignored by many, downplayed or brushed off again by “both sides are bad”. In a lot of “explanations” of the situation for example the writer will try to explain megalia & korean feminism in detail but more vaguely reference why these women are trying to push back. So the reader will emotionally react to some harsh sounding statements or actions from women but feel less for the more vague or flat statistics presented of misogyny in the country. I also believe people are desensitized to misogyny in the west so when they read these “extreme” sounding statements from women they see it as a “both sides are bad” situation instead of an oppressed group fighting their oppressor. If the things men actually wrote about women, the femicides, molka, extreme rates of domestic abuse and cases like the Nth room were described in detail to give westerners a fuller picture of what Korean women are dealing with I think there could possibly be less western centrist opinions. Well this is what I’ve been seeing at least, it’s frustrating to see some women’s extremely harsh words for example compared to the physical and sexual violence epidemic there by men as “both sides are wrong” so I wanted to say something. What woman has done anything on par with Nth room? I’m not going to judge their activism tactics as I don’t live there, but it’s frustrating to see the two “sides” compared like they’re both the same in terms of extreme actions.

#limbus company #lcb #project moon #vellmori

[eu-nicola]

Jude Bellingham x barca femi player enemies to loversss !!! Omfg the potential ! Angry fans and a surprise pregnancy to the mix. Also was the single mom anon. Your writing was very good and your english was perfect !! Lots of love and well wishes 💜💜

Jude Bellingham x Reader

sorry english isn’t my first language

I didn't correct it so I apologize for the mistakes

I don't know if it was what you wanted but I liked it

enjoy it

They had taught you to hate Real Madrid since you knew it and it was always like that and it was always going to be like that, the rivalry you had with each person from that club was bigger than anything.

You had even fight with your friends over that, so it was a subject they didn’t talk about and even less when you started playing for Barça.

It was your dream come true to have played since you were little for the club you always loved and now the fact of being able to play in the first division was coming true, and actually after this it was two years since you came up and it really was the best two years of your life without any single injury or even serious pain, you were at the top until what happened and after what seemed like a long and heavy season for you were injured, full of setbacks, although the good side of this is that vacations were coming up where you planned to recover one hundred percent to start as best you should.

You and your family had decided to travel to England for your recovery and private training which was approved by your club so you were more than happy to travel. The first weeks they made sure that you did not do anything that could harm you and you were with practically all the doctors at your disposal as your family wanted and after a thousand things to do, you could finally start training.

Your own coach gave you the idea that it would be a good idea for you to go out one night to clear your head without having to go to a club, but you had no better idea than to go to one because you wanted to know what the clubs were like in England, especially in Birmingham, so You asked your older brother to accompany you and obviously he was not going to say no to an outing.

They had told you about a good club, in fact the best club they told you, but you certainly didn't remember the name and you didn't really care, you just wanted to go out and see what you would find. When you arrived it didn't seem like a big deal but as the night went on you changed your mind, the atmosphere had become different and the people seemed more fun and you even saw a few players from the English team but nothing special.

When you began to feel a little dizzy, you decided to go to the bathroom under the gaze of your brother from afar all the time in case something happened to you, while you were walking to the bathroom you did not notice that a boy was walking just as fast as you with whom you collided and As soon as you saw him, you realized who Jude Bellingham was, the new Real player, he tried to stop you and apologize but you ignored him and continued on your way, after a while you thought you had lost him but not really, the idiot had waited outside the bathroom.

"I was just apologizing, it wasn't a big deal." He told you as soon as you came out of the bathroom. "If you knew that it is a psychopath to wait for a woman outside the bathroom in a club."

"Are you always like this?" "As well as?".

"A bitch with people." He surprised you that he called you that and even he seemed to you the most unpleasant man at that moment and many would believe that you would be exaggerating but not for you. “Yes, when they are Madridistas rats”. You responded by trying to leave.

"And who are you to call me that?" You were angry at that point but you didn't care about someone you didn't plan to see again.

When you got back to your brother you didn't feel like staying there anymore so you told him it was time to go and he agreed after a boring night at his house with no woman to bring home. After that night you had to get up early and continue with your training, you didn't have time to check your cell phone and even less see what was being talked about, when you finally finished you could finally see that someone on twitter was talking about the discussion you had with Jude.

Your own coach gave you the idea that it would be a good idea for you to go out one night to clear your head without having to go to a club, but you couldn’t think of a better idea than to go to one because you wanted to know what the clubs were like in England, especially . in Birmingham, so you asked your older brother to come with you and he obviously wasn’t going to say no to a date.

They had told you about a good club, in fact the best club they told you, but you probably didn’t remember the name and didn’t really care, you just wanted to go out and see what you could find. When you arrived it didn’t look like much but as the night went on you changed your mind, the atmosphere had become different and the people seemed more fun and you even saw some players from the English team but nothing special.

When you started to feel a little dizzy, you decided to go to the bathroom under the eyes of your brother from afar all the time in case something happened to you, while you were walking to the bathroom you didn’t notice that a boy was walking. just as fast as you with whom you collided and as soon as you saw him you realized who Jude Bellingham was, the new Real player, he tried to stop you and apologize but you ignored him and continued on your way, after a while you thought you had lost him but no Really, the idiot had waited outside the bathroom.

“I was just apologizing, it wasn’t a big deal.” He told you as soon as you came out of the bathroom. “If you only knew it’s a psycho to wait for a woman outside a bathroom in a club.”

“You are always like that?” “As well as?”.

“A bitch with people.” You were surprised that he called you that and even he seemed to you the most unpleasant man at that moment and many would believe that you would be exaggerating but not for you. “Yes, when they are Madrid rats.” You responded by trying to leave.

“And who are you to call me that?” You were angry at the time but you didn’t care about someone you didn’t plan to see again.

When you got back to your brother you didn’t feel like staying there anymore, so you told him it was time to go and he agreed after a boring night at his house with no woman to take. After that night you had to get up early and continue your training, you didn’t have time to check your cell phone and even less see what was being talked about, when you finally finished you could finally see that someone on twitter was talking about the argument you had with Jude.

"Are you stupid?" Your father asked as he entered the kitchen where you were having breakfast.

"What's going on?". "People saw you in a club fighting with a Madridista, he is not a good image for us and you know it."

“Yeah I know but how was I supposed to know they were going to see me argue, you were far from people so the ones who saw us are definitely nosy bitches.”

"This is nothing but I don't want to be seen with someone from Madrid again, do you understand?" At this point you had already tired of hating the madridistas just because your family said so, you didn't even care about them, the only thing for you was barça and the national team.

"Yes father":

After that little incident you didn't hear from him again and it was fine with you you didn't want to know anything else. At the end of the holidays you were already recovered, although you still couldn't play for your safety, they kept you on the bench for three games until everyone was one hundred percent sure that you would not get injured again and that's how it was, you came back better than ever and wanting to scoring goals in each of the matches, you felt at your best again.

For a few weeks you noticed on social networks that the event that had happened a while ago with Jude was not completely forgotten, there were people who were on your side and others on his side, although no one knows what the true conversation you had with him was. He, about 3 months had passed until you saw him again but this time he was in Barcelona for a match against Barça that you were planning to attend, you made sure to sit in a place where everything looked perfect and what better than to be forward with the other fans.

As it had always been a match with a lot of spark between the players and more so when Jude intentionally kicked one of our players, there everyone came out in defense which ended in Jude's expulsion immediately for making such a mess, at the end of the game. game Barça had won 3-0.

And from your place you saw Madrid leave sad because of his defeat, but your attention was focused especially on Jude, who was his first loss with his new team, so he was certainly more discouraged than the others. Before everyone finished passing you left the place and forgot about him.

It was July 10 and it was your 20th birthday so you decided to go out to celebrate with your friends at a club near where you lived, during the day you had spent it with your family and friends but at night things had to get better and You wanted to go out and celebrate like you haven't done in a long time. It was already like 3 am and while you were dancing in the distance you could see that Jude was in the same place, he was sitting with a girl on his legs while they were kissing you were watching him for a while at the same time you were dancing so that no one would notice when Your friend caught your attention and you stopped looking at them.

You didn't know how much time had passed but suddenly you felt a hand on your hip as you were about to hit the person who had touched you and before you could even do it he stopped you and pulled you closer to him and maybe it was The first time you didn't know what to say so you just glared at him and jerked out of his grip, at that moment you didn't see him but he laughed at you for the silly way you were acting so he followed you again and before you could escape he took your arm again to attract you.

"Let go". "You are always like that?".

"He's fucking with me right? You already asked that question once but at least you were sober." You spit in his face. "And you're still the same...".

"Of what? Say it, let's go." You wanted to slap him in the face for being as stupid as all the men on earth, I took you out of your thoughts when he pounced like that and kissed you by the nape of the neck so that you couldn't separate and even if you could, you wouldn't have done it after seeing how good his lips felt on yours.

When he finally released you neither of them said anything but they got away from there as fast as they could and he took you to the house where he was staying, at first you hesitated to stay there with him but as soon as they arrived and he kissed you again all the doubts or coherences that you might have had had vanished in the fastest way.

That night he took you in all the possible ways he could have done and you liked every moment, the way he admired you or how he smiled when he heard you say his name also the way he touched you making you feel in the clouds . In the morning you left very early before he woke up trying to forget every detail of a night that you knew would be impossible for you, even if it was something.

When you got back home you went back to bed until you woke up at 10 am because your phone kept ringing with instagram messages from Jude and thousands of twitter notifications tagging you and him too.

“Oh god, why always me?”.

After that you didn't answer again and you continued with your business waiting for your father to kill you, so something that almost happened appeared on the internet. Your father's way of being was well known and how demanding he was with you, do you remember the first time you talked about your family in an interview and a few minutes later the social networks were flooded with comments about your family that you were not interested in? , there were many who had supported your father because thanks to that you were always a winner and many others criticized him for his actions but despite everything you loved him and thanks to that you were who you were.

You and Jude didn't see each other again and the fans seemed to have calmed down at times but they always came out again when they uploaded photos of him with a woman tagging you or talking about you as if they had been a couple at some point. Your life continued as normal, your training for you was more and more demanding by order of your father and your body and mind demanded more each day. In the first days of August you felt worse and worse but that did not prevent you from giving your maximum in your training sessions and in the matches until your body gave no more and in one of the matches they collided with you and that was what overflowed the drop of the glass of water.

That was the last thing you remembered and when you opened your eyes again you were in the hospital with your mother next to you asleep in a chair you barely tried to get up your mother felt your movement and quickly approached you to hug you and ask how you were doing. which you still couldn't answer because you were so confused.

"What happened?". You asked. "Oh my baby."

You said your mother to hug you but trying not to hurt you.

“Is everything okay mom?” Your mother looked at you for a moment before answering but first she took your hand and at this point you were worried about what she might say.

“The doctors have told me that everything is fine but…”. “What’s up mom please.”

“You are pregnant”. You were in shock, you even almost fainted again, there were a thousand and one thoughts going through your head and you didn’t know which one to listen to, you didn’t even listen to what your mother was telling you and not even if your father already knew the news.

“Daddy know?” “Yes and he is very disappointed but he doesn’t want to talk about it.”

After that you asked your mother for some time to rest and think about what was happening to you, you were still too young to have a baby and you were also at the peak of your career to give up now you didn’t really know what you wanted . to do but first of all you had to talk to Jude because this was something that involved both of them.

Your father hadn’t spoken to you since the hospital and you knew he was going to stay that way until he got over it but in the meantime you had bigger problems like talking to Jude.

As he said he went to look for you and at all times he tried to start a conversation with you but you barely said a couple of words during the trip, when they arrived at his house he helped you to lower your bag and get comfortable in his house but the nerves were growing worse so while he was in his kitchen looking for a glass of water you just said it.

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” Never in your life had you said something so fast and this shocked him, he stood still for a moment without even saying anything until you decided to approach him. “Can you say something?”.

“You’re sure?”. He asked and you didn’t know if he was asking if he was the father or if you were sure you were pregnant so you just said yes.

He didn’t say anything to you and he took you in his arms to get up and start turning you around with a smile on his face. “OH GOD I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER.” He was screaming so you knew he was very happy about the news.

“Are you happy?”. “Of course I’m happy there’s going to be a mini me.”

“Unfortunately”. You told him making a joke. “Because I hope he looks like me.”

“What will happen to your career?” He asked you something you hadn’t thought about. “I still don’t know what I do know is that I want the baby and if it is necessary to postpone my career for a while, I will.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to throw everything away for me.” “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it because this is partly something I always wanted and they never let me even think about it.”

“Because?”. tea asked as he hugged you. “My father always saw a star in me and the children could not interrupt my path so I could not even think about starting a family.”

“But now you’re going to have one and with one of the people he hates the most, poor man with everything he’s going to have to process.” Jude said as he laughed at his comment.

“Do you think people are going to get mad?” Asked.

“Maybe but it doesn’t matter, they are not going to raise the child.”

“Of course not”.

That same night you stayed at his hou se and a short time later you announced on Instagram that you were going to stop playing soccer, to which everyone will be surprised and nobody knew why you had made that decision, so for several months of hiding and not showing up. In public, the speculation had been enormous everywhere and when you turned 7 months pregnant you thought it was time to tell the news.

You were expecting a man with the man least thought of by all, many were moved and many others were upset by the news after that you felt a weight less and you did not care what you thought because you were fine with your life and with your family and the most important you were okay with Jude.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #oneshot #fanfic #imagine #football fanfic #footballer fic #football #footballer one shot #footballer #fc barcelona #real madrid #x reader #jude bellingham x y/n

[sydsaint]

I might be obsessed with him. Just a little bit. <3

Summary: A certain someone almost makes reader late to Mania weekend.

It's a chilly morning in Philly for Mania weekend. As co-gm of NXT along with Ava, you've got a full day of work ahead of you. But truth be told? Work is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

Golden sunlight streams in through the window of your highrise hotel room. Beams of light illuminate your bare skin as you lay spread out on the bed in nothing but your bra and underwear. Your chest rises and falls at an accelerated pace, one hand placed over your mouth to keep yourself quiet due to the relatively thin walls of the hotel room.

"Dom, I've got to get ready for work. I'm going to be late for my meeting with Ava." You remove your hand from your mouth in a whimper.

Above you, Oba Femi's latest challenger for his North American title, and one of your employee's, Dominick Dijakovic aka Dijak, hovers above you with hungry eyes. His eyebrows raise slightly, a mischievous grin plastered on his face before his hulking frame dips down toward your exposed body. "We've got time, baby. Relax." He whispers against your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

You let out another pathetic sounding whimper as Dijak litters your stomach in sloppy kisses. He drags his incisors across your skin delicately and a gasp escapes your lips. "Fuck." You let out a shaky breath. "Dom, please." You plead with him.

On the nightstand next to you, your phone buzzes for what seems like the millionth time in the last hour. The buzzing stops after a minute and your voicemail catches the message.

"Hey, YN, it's Ava again." Ava's voice drowns out your noises. "I was just wondering where you are...again." She continues. "We've got that meeting before the show in like an hour. And you're sort of starting to worry me. So, call me back, please."

The voicemail ends and you curse the air silently. You can't be late to this meeting. Especially since it's Mania weekend. With the hand you aren't using to keep yourself quiet you card through Dijak's hair and pull him up off you.

"Okay okay. That's it!" You assert yourself. "I have to get ready for this meeting. And I can't do that if you're on top of me."

"Alright, fine." Dijak sighs through his nose and reluctantly backs off of you. "We've got unfinished business tonight then, sweetheart." He adds matter-of-factly.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you slide off the bed and walk over to your suitcase. "Shouldn't you be worried about your title match with Oba later?" You ask him while searching around your suitcase for a nice blouse. "Normally people hit the gym for a warmup, or something like that."

"I think that we both got plenty of exercise this morning, don't you think?" Dijak replies and steps up behind you.

"I'm not a athlete, how would I know?" You quip back, finally having found and acceptable blouse. "Now go put your pants on. I've got to do my makeup really fast." You pull your blouse on and head for the bathroom.

Dijak reaches out to you as you walk off, his gaze transfixed on the way your hips sway as you walk away from him. You quickly do a simple makeup look, finishing it off with the new lipstick that you bought a few day ago in a pretty shade of purple. When you come back out of the bathroom Dijak is fully dressed and sitting on the ege of your bed looking at his phone.

"You're still here?" You tease with a grin and walk over to him.

"Well I couldn't leave before getting a glimpse of what you'll be wearing all day. And what I'll be tearing off of you later tonight." He adds with a sly smile.

You come to a stop in front of Dijak. He's sitting down and yet he still manages to be taller than you. "Tearing off?" You flash a frown. "I like this blouse, so no tearing please." You warn him.

"I can be gentle." Dijak replies, his arm snaking around your waste and pulling you closer to him.

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his neck. "So you claim." You muse. "The amount of full-coverage concealer I've had to buy in the last month would say otherwise."

"A justifiable expense if you ask me." Dijak shrugs, his hands gliding up your back despite your shirt.

You sigh and lean down for a kiss. How you manage to find yourself in the clutches of this frustratingly tall and alluring man, you don't know. Especially when you consider the fact that you're his boss. Not that it matters to Dijak. Or yourself as of late.

Forty minutes later you roll up to the office just in time to meet with Ava Her head jerks up when she hears the door and pops to her feet when she sees that it's you.

"YN! There are you!" Ava rushes to your side. "Did something happen? I've been trying to get ahold of you all morning." She explains.

"I know, sorry Ava." You nod. "I was caught up in an important meeting." You lie and head over to your desk.

Ava follows you over to your desk with a million ore questions to ask you. "A meeting? What meeting? Did I miss something." She asks you.

"No. It was a personal meeting, of sorts." You reply and set you bag down to grab some stuff out of it.

"Personal meeting?" Ava furrows her brows. "With who?" She asks you.

You dig through your bag and Ava waits for an answer. She gets a closer look at your appearance and can't help but notice some discrepancies. Your blouse has obviously been wrinkled and then smoothe out again in a haste. Plus your lipstick is slightly smudged in the corners of your mouth.

"Your lipstick? It's smudged." Ava looks at you pointedly. "YN...please don't tell me that you were with someone and that's why you were late." She frowns.

"I'm not late." You reply sharply and reach back into your purse for a pocket mirror.

Ava huffs and walks back over to her desk. "Well, do I at least get to know who was so important that you were almost late for work? On Mania weekend of all times?" She asks you.

"No, you don't." You reply and begin fixing up your makeup. "It's not important anyway, Ava." You assure her. "It's nothing serious."

"Right." Ava nods. "So it's someone that we work with then?" She glances at you to gauge your reaction.

Your eyebrows twitch ever so slightly and Ava smiles to herself. Now she just has to figure out who the mystery man is.

Later into the afternoon, backstage at the Stand and Deliver show, Dijak meets up wit Josh Briggs before their match with Oba.

"Dijak! There you are." Josh greets his opponent for the night. "I was beginning to think that you chickened out on me and Oba." He jokes.

"Not a chance." Dijak scoffs. "I can't let you and Oba off that easily." He claps Josh on the shoulder playfully. "I was a little tied up with management this morning." He explains.

Josh nods and happens to notice an odd purple stain on Dijak's collar. And once he's spotted the first one, it's not hard to notice a few more littered on his friends jaw and neck.

"Umm, Dijak?" Josh clears his throat. "You've uhh, got something on your neck. Right there." He points to his own neck.

"Hmm?" Dijak raises a hand to his neck and rubs it before looking at his now purple tinted fingers. "Oh, shit! I'll e right back man." He quickly dismisses himself.

Josh nods and watches Dijak hurry off. A few minutes later he is waiting for Dijak to come back when you walk by with Ava. Josh waves at you with a smile and you smile back at him. You and Ava walk off and it takes a moment, but Josh realizes that your lipstick shade looks awfully familiar.

Dijak coes back to meet up with Josh again and finds his friend grinning like an idiot. "What?" He confronts Josh.

"Nothing." Josh continues to grin. "Tied up with management huh?" He chuckles to himself. "Yeah, okay." He muses and walks off.

#wrestling #nxt fanfiction #nxt #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fandom #wrestling fanfic #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #nxt x reader #dominick dijakovic #dijak #dijak x reader #dominick dijakovic x reader #wwe #syd's wrestling fics

[bishopofblack]

A handy guide for readers of The Bishop of Black! All available free chapters under the cut. New chapters weekly! Can't wait? Check us out on Patreon. Memberships start at $1 USD!

In a nation torn by a war that has been waged for centuries, tensions run high as the Kingdoms of Black and White seem to be on the verge of a lasting peace after generations of strife and bloodshed. Femi, a medic in the Kingdom of Black, is swept up into the dangerous politics of the court after a horrible tragedy returns them to the brink of war.

Chapter One: Femi Chapter Two: Scythaline Chapter Three: Femi Chapter Four: Irastenys

Chapter Five: Atsa Chapter Six: Femi Chapter Seven: Irastenys Chapter Eight: Scythaline

Chapter Nine: Atsa Chapter Ten: Femi Chapter Eleven: Irastenys Chapter Twelve: Scythaline

Chapter Thirteen: Atsa Chapter Fourteen [Coming soon!] Chapter Fifteen [Coming soon!] Chapter Sixteen [Coming soon!]

#The Bishop of Black #Light Novel #LGBTQIA #queer writers #amwritingqueerfantasy #Reading Guide

[thekitchendough]

My White Lie

Today I told my friend, who is also an avid reader that I don’t like romance novels written by white people. My reasons were lacklustre and I think they could tell.

I talked about how I was not attracted to their descriptions of white male characters (and the male characters were mostly white). I talked about how the dialogue was so fluffy and obviously romantic that I found it hard to picture and believe. I said if a Nigerian man were to talk to me like that, I would not believe him and end up simply uninterested.

Now what I should have said was I did not like romance novels written by white authors because I envied how easy it was for them to imagine a love story so light. A story filled with fluff and trauma-free passion. They wrote meet-cutes, rom-coms and gave us eat-pray-love type stories. Where will my Nigerian sister find her rom-com? Nothing is funny when Femi or Tonye is taking you for a fool. Why can’t Tonye wake me up to breakfast in bed with love notes that trail my food tray to his bathroom where a drawn bath awaits me. He will come back sweaty with dark caramel skin flushed from taking his dog on a morning walk. Why can’t Eniola look into Femi’s eyes and confess so easily how these two weeks of getting to know each other have been one of the best she’s had. Why cant she tweet about it and not see comments like “ the breakfast that is waiting for you ehn” or “fear who no fear Yoruba man”. Why does she need to play hard to get for 6 months when she knew 10 minutes into the conversation over dinner that she would let him take her six ways to Sunday before he dropped her home.

#spilled thoughts #journal

[swinstudent]

Tumblr case study-the good and the bad...

I am here on Tumblr posting this today, because I know for a fact if I posted it on Facebook I would have my family on my back probably telling me i’m too woke…

Coincidentally, this post draws evidently to an analysis of Tumblr and the platform's distinct personality which I would personally analyse as a result of its long-lasting youth-based audience and lack of censorship in comparison to other platforms, like #Reddit.  

Due to Tumblr’s lack of personalised profiling, “many “Tumblrs” are anonymously created and owners are difficult to identify.” (Keller, 2019) - Ultimately, this aspect allows for, females in particular, to speak on and discuss certain topics that may be more difficult on other platforms. #feminism #sex & #bodyimage for example...

The highly discussed and controversial topic of Tumblr in its glory days #2014tumblr, is that of its stagnate prominence among some girls youths, facilitating the exploration of the more explicit and controversial topics, “the  girls’  discussions  of  Tumblr  in  relation  to  Facebook  and  Twitter  suggests  that  maintaining  some  social  privacy  is  necessary for teens to do feminism online.” (Keller, 2019) 

This time period of Tumblr, for me and peers I have spoken too, or seen discussing online, still gets brought up years later, in conjunction with our age at the time and the issue of what we were presented, with and how it was ultimately destructive. For example, the glorification of eating disorders.

Going further, one of the 'Public Spheres' qualifying points when discussing social media is to feel safe, and therefore comfortable posting, without this sense of safety, eventually platforms will decline. When analysing whether it is a negative or positive thing that Tumblr facilitates such discussions, it could therefore be argued that Tumblr still exists solely as such a result. After all, as mentioned by Keller, 2019 “Girls and women use digital platforms to explore their emerging femi-nist identities” and Tumblr lets them. 

How can this feminism and confidence be seen today on Tumblr? Through hashtags! For example: “One hashtag often occupied by feminists is #bodypositive, a movement that aims to reconnect people with their own body image.” (Reif et al., 2022)

References - 

Keller, J. (2019) “‘oh, she’s a Tumblr feminist’: Exploring the platform vernacular of Girls’ Social Media Feminisms,” Social Media & the Self: An Open Reader [Preprint]. Available at: https://doi.org/10.32376/3f8575cb.30dbf3b9. 

Reif, A., Miller, I. and Taddicken, M. (2022) “‘Love the skin you‘re in’: An analysis of women’s self-presentation and user reactions to selfies using the Tumblr hashtag #bodypositive,” Mass Communication and Society, pp. 1–24. Available at: https://doi.org/10.1080/15205436.2022.2138442. 

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[rosieartsie]

(from @flowerprose)

dusty rose, bubblegum pink, and primrose yellow!

Oooh hiii <3

Dusty Rose: Your personal favourite character in your wip Oh man... that's kinda hard, which I know is a stereotypical writer response lol I'll say my favorite character to read is Jane, she's a riot and she's fun to write but I love rereading work that involves her. My favorite character to write is a toss up between Scythaline, who is such a good boy and so well meaning and terribly, terribly naive, and Femi, who is a lovely lady and makes a lot of interesting choices that I barely have to think about I know her so well.

Bubblegum Pink: If you could only write one genre for the rest of your life, what would it be? Oh, romance. All the way. As a reader if I'm totally honest, I find books of any kind that don't have romance in them pretty boring. You can give me a thrilling scifi opera or a rich fantasy story and if there's no love? I'm kinda like... eh. The same goes for writing. I just love love, baybee.

Primrose Yellow: What’s your least favourite genre to write? Mmm... I haven't really written much that I don't enjoy writing-- there's some things that kinda bore me occasionally, usually when there's no interesting decisions being made and the writing is just... totting along, but that's not genre specific. I guess very classic, nothing going on or supernatural/scifi/special slice of life. Like... I live that, I don't care lol It's gotta have some spice-- I like slice of life stuff that's got an adjacent factor of scifi/fantasy, like how Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or The Time Traveler's Wife are very much slice of life but have this singular unique sci-fi element that makes things more interesting. But slice of life, even for like... thrillers? Bored. Don't care for true-crime or thrillers where Some White Detective investigates Some Gruesome Murder. Snore. I'm sure it's the vibe for other people, my mom loves that sort of thing actually, but it's not for me reading wise, so writing it would be such a pain in the ass.

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[iesmains]

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[stardancerluv]

Mouthy at a Meeting

Kinktober - 1st Post - Roman Sionis - Oral

Note: Takes place after Chapter 2a of Creative Fervor but before Chapter 3. Also all sexiness is under the cut if you don’t want to read any of it.

Warning: Oral M Receiving…Deep throating, Praise!Kink, Daddy!Kink, Dommy Roman, Semi Pubic.

“Stop! No!” You struggled. “I can walk.”

Roman didn’t relent. His could feel his anger grasping, clawing at his throat. If he didn’t care for you so fucking much, he’d take you to the docks right fucking now.

He tightened his arm around you as he walked, half carried you to car. Once close to it, he grabbed the door handle and practically tore open the door. He stopped beside the door. “Don’t make me throw you in.”

You twisted and huffed, narrowing your eyes at Roman. He was tempted to push you in as you straightened your dress, but he enjoyed the view as you climbed into the back seat. The driver came around, his face dropped seeing he was too late.

“Just drive around Gotham for an hour, no stops.” His stomach tightened. He knew exactly how he would punish you for how you acted this morning. The idea alone began to arouse him. “Only then return to the penthouse.” He continued. “But just park the rolls. You can head on in. We will at our own time.”

“Everything alright sir?”

“Women drive one crazy.”

“That’s why I am still single.”

Roman, didn’t need the commentary. He sighed. “Well, that’s why I was for so long.”

The man shrugged.

Roman reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

ToZsasz: Clean up Jarod’s at 5th & 11th.

Zsasz: Thought he was a new ally.

ToZsasz: Nah. Was a spoiled brat. Ask his men if they want a new boss. If not clean them up too.

Zsasz: Alright Boss.

He turned off his phone and slipped it back into pocket. Inhaling he finally climbed in after you.

“Roman…I…”

He held up his hand, he was glad you knew to actually not push things further. He lift the arm rest, he eyed the buttons. He pushed the one for the partition.

The engine started and wheels began to roll as the partition went up.

He turned to you once it was up. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“He is a belittling little prick.”

“I don’t bring you to my meeting, to fight my battles.”

“I couldn’t sit there and just let him be a prick.”

He had to admit, he never thought you’d be like that and for him. Sure you two were exploring what it was like to be together but this? He liked it but didn’t want it.

“I can’t, nor do I want my girl fighting my battles. I had eliminate them.”

“What?” Your eyes grew.

He nodded. “Word can not circle what just went down.”

Your face fell.

He smirked and reaching over, he grabbed your chin, turning so you would look at him. A pang went through him despite his anger at how upset you looked. With how much, you loved him he had to remember you were not like anyone he usually was around.

“As much as I am angry at what you did. It gave me excuse to end and not have to sit through the entire meeting.” He smirked. “I was going to kill him anyway. I didn’t want that prick hanging around my crew or club.”

You beamed. “See I just knew.” You gave him a weak smile, as he let go of you chin.

“You need to be punished for what you did back there.”

“Huh, what? I was defending you.”

“Are you questioning me now?”

“Well, no well yes. Ok, I am.”

“You have to learn, if I let you sit with me at a meeting. You don’t react to them. If you feel the need to say something, perhaps later over drinks or something but not in front of the person. You are supposed to sit there and be my pretty girl.”

Your mouth opened and closed but you didn’t say anything. “You don’t want me to say anything when it comes to your business,” He shrugged. “So we’re even.”

“Oh ok. I get it.” You slid him a look. “I’m sorry.”

“I believe you but ready for your punishment baby?” His tone finally softening.

“Yes. I want you to know I’m sorry I overstepped. I should have trusted you to handle it all.”

“Exactly baby.”

He reached and took one you hands. He brought it over and placed it over his already hardening cock. Excitement coursed through him over what he was going to have you do.

“Oh, Romy.” He pressed your hand tighter against him, the flush that filled your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip only made him harder.

He smirked, meeting your eyes. He sat a little straighter. “Come over and kneel in front of me.”

“Ok, daddy.”

He stretched arms out on the back of the seat. “Now you are going to take me out and blow me till I feel like cumming.” He grabbed your hands to stop you for a moment. “And under no circumstances are you allowed to reach under that little skirt and touch yourself.”

“Ok, daddy.” You whispered.

“Are we clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He placed them down in his lap before relaxing again.

The metallic rasp of his zipper filled the small space. He sighed, as he watched you free him from his slacks. “That’s my girl.” He was not above praising you.

As you slowly took him in your mouth, he reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair. “I decided I would set a pace.” He smirked down at you as your eyes went up to his. “Understand?”

You managed a very garbled yes while blinking. He loved it. He loved seeing his cock was buried in your mouth.

He starter pulling you up and down now his length. He did not calm his breath or suppress the moans that you pulled from him. For moment, he pressed himself all the way in, he loved seeing how you choked, how your eyes watered. “This will show you to be my quiet girl. Or I will have to stuff your mouth like this again.”

A deep sound came from you, it felt good. He slowly pulled you off him, allowing you to catch your breath. Your lips were growing puffy and pinker. Damn, you looked good.

“Sorry daddy. I won’t interrupt your meetings again.”

“I’m happy to hear you are learning your lesson.” He reached down and with his free hand, and caressed your cheek. “Such a good girl you are now. But your lesson is not over. Now open up.” With time he put both hands into the soft waves of your hair.

He kept you himself firmly in, tickling with delight the back of your throat making you choking around him till you calmed. Though this time, tears slid from your eyes. “My beautiful girl.”

Slowly, at first he began to slide in and out of your mouth. He just easily rode your mouth, throwing his head back. Felt so damn good. As he picked up his pace, so did the beat of his heart.

“Alright, baby” He slowly pulled himself free of your mouth. It gave himself a moment to collect himself. He didn’t want to cum just yet.

As his fingers left you hair, he drew them down to your cheeks. “Such a good girl. Making daddy feel so damn good.” He raised your face and let his thumbs brush the tears aside.

“Tell daddy. How are you feeling?”

“Good daddy.”

“Very good.”

“Sit up so daddy can feel.” He urged you. “Alright hold up your skirt for me.” Damn he loved that you were his. He gestured towards you, “Now open your legs for me.” He smirked watching you. A little shimmy here and there, and you were open just enough.

You let his gloved fingers graze the top of your panties. “These are lovely.” He watched as your body responded to his touch, he grew even harder. He then let his fingers finally drift under your panties. A sound came from deep within him feeling how soaked you were, and incredibly soft and warm.

He moved his fingers along your little bud. He couldn’t resist caressing you, teasing you, the sounds you made were divine. The way you twisted and arched, made him rub you just a touch more. He did love making you feel good.

As he pulled them back and free of your panties, he saw you tremble. “If you are good girl, perhaps I will let you cum and daddy’s gloved hand. Would you like that?”

“Yes, yes please.” You were breathless, as bit and sucked a little on your bottom lip.

He brought his gloved hand to this mouth, and licked at what of you that remained. He met your eyes, “You taste wonderful.”

“Thank you daddy.”

He moved back just so, then out his hands behind his head. “Alright baby now its your time. Use those wonderfully dainty hands lips and tongue on daddy.” He suddenly cupped your chin a second time. “I will also chose when I cum. So don’t think you and quicken your pace or I will just sit here and ride your mouth.”

“Alright daddy.”

Sitting back, he relaxed once again. He loved seeing how you worked your hands and tongue on him. So damn good he mused.

It wasn’t terribly later when the car pulled to a crawl then stop. You popped your head up and looked scared. “Daddy?”

“You’re not done yet.” He smiled down at you. “This just means we’re home.”

“But..but?”

“What? I said we would come when we wanted.”

“Oh?”

“They probably will think we’re talking, possibly arguing or doing something better.” He winked at you.

“Ok, daddy.”

Soon, you took him back into your mouth.

“Yeah, maybe they know you’re blowing me back here. Showing you another good way to show that lovely mouth of yours.” The way your lips moved then as he spoke made his stomach clench, he let a moan pour from his lips. Damn he loved what his words could do you. “Or perhaps,” He continued he was getting close. “They are imagining you in here riding me. That would be nice you wrapped around me another way, bouncing on me.”

He reached down then his fingers caressing your scalp. “Yes, just like that daddy is getting close.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “You better swallow all of me baby. I you better not let any of my cum stain my slacks.”

“Yes, yes baby.” He pulled you down more fully on him. Then a louder, deeper moan surged through and out of his mouth as he finally let himself cum and he came hard. He trembled as he shot hard and deep down your throat. Panting, he melted against the back seat.

He barely registered it but loved how good you were. You cleaned him off and tucked him back into his slacks.

He licked his bottom lip and as he regained some of his composure, watching you sit back on your ankles. He zipped and buttoned his slacks back up. “My good baby. Now tidied yourself up, once in there I have to make a few phone calls.”

There was a fire in your eyes. He smirked, he knew how you must be feeling. “I’ll let you perch on my desk.” He looked. You up and down. “You better take those panties off, or I’ll cut them off.”

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[speckle-meow-meow]

Ciel protecting his s/o from a creep that was harrassing them. And either he stays with them while Sebastion takes care out it, or Ciel his s/o and Sebastion would go to take care of it together because the main thing is that he doesn't want to leave them alone

Alright♥ *Cracks knuckles* lets get to work~~~

Fem reader

CREEP!!

Warning: Harassment (to Y/N), sexual harassment, angy Ciel, and angy Sebastian, fluff at the end~

You and Ciel were walking looking in shop windows, Ciel wanted to spend time with you and get some fresh air (As fresh as it can be in that city no offence to people who actually live there I meant all horse shit smell and drunk people and etc)

You and Ciel just came out of a shop with Sebastian carrying some bags when a man came and grabbed your arm and pulled you t'word him...

"Well hello pretty lady~ *Hic* why don't you come with me~ I could give you a good time~"

he said while putting his hand on my waist slowly going up

Ciels Pov

Me and Y/N just got out of a shop when a drunk man grabbed her arm unlinking our arms, and pulling her t'word him...

"Well hello pretty lady~ *Hic* why don't you come with me~ I could give you a good time~"

And that is where I draw the line

"Sebastian!! get this man off Y/N"

"Yes my lord~" as Sebastian grabbed the mans unoccupied arm twisting it making him let go of Y/N and trying to get Sebastian off him

3rd pov

Ciel went to Y/N picking her up and bringing her to the carriage

"Wait here Love" ciel said while walking off

"Sebastian...bring him to the manor and.......persecute him there"

"of course my lord~"

~Time skip~

When Ciel and Y/N got back to the manor they went to their bedroom

"Ciel what did you do to that man?" Y/N said

"Nothing that you should worry about dear...He's been dealt with"

~Down in the basement~

"WHY!?!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?!?!"

"Well how do I put it.?.......... My Master didn't like the way you touched the Mistress so...we brought you back to teach you a lesson"

foot steps were herd and ciel appeared from around the corner

"Sebastian Cut out his tongue...Y/N's sleeping and....?.....Cut off his hands...then dump him in the river"

"Yes My Lord~"

And you never saw that man again......~

{Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this if you did please feel free to request!!! Also comments, hearts, and re-blogs are welcome}

#black butler x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #sebastian michaelis #sensitive themes #tw: harrasment #fluff #angy #Y/N #femY/N

[richincolor]

New Releases

Happy early book birthday to the following books out this week:

Redemptor (Raybearer #2) by Jordan Ifueko [Out August 17] For the first time, an Empress Redemptor sits on Aritsar’s throne. To appease the sinister spirits of the dead, Tarisai must now anoint a council of her own, coming into her full power as a Raybearer. She must then descend into the Underworld, a sacrifice to end all future atrocities.

Tarisai is determined to survive. Or at least, that’s what she tells her increasingly distant circle of friends. Months into her shaky reign as empress, child spirits haunt her, demanding that she pay for past sins of the empire.

With the lives of her loved ones on the line, assassination attempts from unknown quarters, and a handsome new stranger she can’t quite trust . . . Tarisai fears the pressure may consume her. But in this finale to the Raybearer duology, Tarisai must learn whether to die for justice . . . or to live for it. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

(Me) Moth by Amber McBride [Out August 17] Moth has lost her family in an accident. Though she lives with her aunt, she feels alone and uprooted. Until she meets Sani, a boy who is also searching for his roots. If he knows more about where he comes from, maybe he’ll be able to understand his ongoing depression. And if Moth can help him feel grounded, then perhaps she too will discover the history she carries in her bones.

Moth and Sani take a road trip that has them chasing ghosts and searching for ancestors. The way each moves forward is surprising, powerful, and unforgettable. Here is an exquisite and uplifting novel about identity, first love, and the ways that our memories and our roots steer us through the universe. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Cazadora (Wolves of No World #2) by Romina Garber [Out August 17] In Cazadora, the follow-up to Lobizona, Romina Garber continues to weave Argentine folklore and real-world issues into a haunting, fantastical, and romantic story that will reunite readers with Manu and her friends as they continue to fight for a better future. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Empress of Flames (The Girl King, #2) by Mimi Yu [Out August 19] Princess Lu knows that the throne of the Empire of the First Flame rightfully belongs to her. After all, she is the late Emperor’s firstborn and has trained for the role all her life. And she can’t forget made a promise to shapeshifter Nok, the boy she came to love, to win justice for his now powerless people. But even with an army at her side, Lu will need to face down a major obstacle: the current sitting Empress, her once beloved younger sister, Min.

Princess Min used to live in Lu’s shadow. But now she can control a powerful, ancient magic, and she’s determined to use it to forge her own path and a strong future for the Empire, even if that means making enemies in court. But Min’s magic isn’t entirely under her control, and she must learn how to tame it before it consumes her . . . and the entire realm.

Lu and Min are set for a confrontation that can’t be stopped. But the Empire faces threats greater than their rivalry, and even if they choose to stand together, it could cost them both the throne-or their lives. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

The Upper World (The Upper World #1) by Femi Fadugba [Out August 19] ‘Believing is seeing, Esso . . .' Esso is running out of time and into trouble. When he discovers he has the ability to see glimpses of the future, he becomes haunted by a vision of a bullet fired in an alleyway with devastating consequences.

A generation later, fifteen-year-old Rhia is desperately searching for answers – and a catastrophic moment from the past holds the key to understanding the parents she never got to meet. Whether on the roads of South London or in the mysterious Upper World, Esso and Rhia’s fates must collide. And when they do, a race against the clock will become a race against time itself . . . [Image and summary via Goodreads]

Living Beyond Borders: Stories About Growing Up Mexican in America by Margarita Longoria [Out August 21] Twenty stand-alone short stories, essays, poems, and more from celebrated and award-winning authors make up this YA anthology that explores the Mexican American experience. With works by Francisco X. Stork, Guadalupe Garcia McCall, David Bowles, Rubén Degollado, e.E. Charlton-Trujillo, Diana López, Xavier Garza, Trinidad Gonzales, Alex Temblador, Aida Salazar, Lupe Ruiz-Flores, Sylvia Sanchez Garza, Dominic Carrillo, Angela Cervantes, Carolyn Dee Flores, René Saldaña Jr., Laura Perez, Justine Narro, Daniel García Ordáz, and Anna Meriano.

In this mixed-media collection of short stories, personal essays, poetry, and comics, this celebrated group of authors share the borders they have crossed, the struggles they have pushed through, and the two cultures they continue to navigate as Mexican American. Living Beyond Borders is at once an eye-opening, heart-wrenching, and hopeful love letter from the Mexican American community to today’s young readers. [Image and summary via Goodreads]

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[scifiandscary]

The Upper World by Femi Fadugba #BookReview

“It’s rare to read a Science Fiction novel, especially one aimed at younger readers, that is so solidly grounded in science.” The Upper World by Femi Fadugba - a #ScienceFiction #YoungAdult novel - #BookReview by Olly @whatmeworry

Esso is running out of time and into trouble. When he discovers he has the ability to see glimpses of the future, he becomes haunted by a vision of a bullet fired in an alleyway with devastating consequences.  A generation later, fifteen-year-old Rhia is desperately searching for answers – and a catastrophic moment from the past holds the key to understanding the parents she never got to…

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[txmel]

Storytime

Sami Malek x Reader, Uncle Rami

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: A few swear words, but really just fun fluff

Summary: Rami is about to face his most challenging role yet...being a guest reader for his nephew's Kindergarten class.

Sami and you had an appointment with the doctor, so Rami, being the amazing uncle he is, offered to pick Femi up from school.

You and Sami were over the moon when you discovered your son would be having a baby brother and making your family of 3, a family of 4. Sami, Jasmine, and Rami were as close as siblings could be, and both of you wanted Femi to have a relationship like that as well. And in just a few short months, he would have that.

When you walked in the door, both of you were verbally and playfully suggesting and crossing off a list of baby names. You were both so deep into the conversation that you didn’t notice the scene before you, but then you heard it. Your conversation was interrupted by an excited Femi, with his head full of dark curls, already bouncing off the walls. His green eyes larger than normal and when he saw his dad, Femi immediately ran and jumped into Sami’s arms. He was talking so fast and loud, you and your husband could hardly understand what he was saying. The only words you could both catch were: “Uncle Ra-ra”, “book”, and something about his friends. He then pointed to the couch.

His Uncle Rami sat there and looked like his face had lost some color and you swore he was ready to pass out. You took Femi to his room to play and when you returned, you saw Rami with a glass of water on his right and Sami on his left. For some reason, Sami was almost always on his left. It had been like that since they were little.

"Geez Rami, what happened?”, your voice legitimately full of concern.

“Well, when I picked Fem up from school, his teacher came over to me and thanked me.” He took a shaky breath. “She had shown the kids ‘The Empty Pot’. Femi began bragging that I was his uncle and that I would come and read a book to his class next week. Y/N, Sam, I couldn’t say ‘no’. You should have seen the way his face lit up and I didn’t want to let him down.” When it came to his nephew, "no" wasn't in Rami's vocabulary.

Rami placed his head in his hands. "Oh shit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know where to start with reading a book to a room full of 5 and 6-year olds staring at and judging me. Fuck."

 Sami gently placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. In times of crisis, you knew they could always count on each other. With his brow creased, you saw Sami searching for words to bring comfort to his older twin. He took a deep breath before he began: "Well, I wouldn't start off with that. You might make a bad first impression.”

 You could not facepalm yourself hard enough.

When you saw him snickering, you shot Sami a look and he knows he's in for it. Your husband knew not to test the patience of your pregnancy hormones. But sometimes he was such a smartass. He just couldn’t help it.

You knew you were overreacting, but it didn't matter. It was too late for the both of you. Your hormones had taken hold and they were on overdrive. Grabbing Sami by his arm, you dragged him into the kitchen.

"Sam, I swear to God, if you don't go out there and help your brother, do you know what's going to happen?".

"Y/N, are you actually going to call my mom? Really? I'm 38 years old and technically the baby of the family. I can talk my way out of anything, especially this", he scoffed.

"Oh no. You're only going to wish I had called her." You looked him square in the eye as your hormones continued their adventurous rant. "No, something much, much worse."

A smirk ran across your face as confusion washed over his. Then from 0-60,  his facial expression went from cockiness to fright as the realization hit him like a freight train. Sami knew what was coming. You were right, he really did wish you would call his mother.

"You know Femi's class field trip next month? To the zoo?". You knew at that point you had his full attention.

"You wouldn't."

"Go in there and help him or your name is going on the volunteer sign-up list."

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As you drove Rami to Sami and Femi's school, you looked to the right and observed Rami's demeanor. He sat quietly, gripping his nephew's favorite book. His Uncle Rami was the only person Femi would allow to read it to him because he was the only one who could bring perfection to the story. His skills as an award-winning actor brought immense life to anything he read. And because it was Femi's favorite, no one could bring perfection to it like he could.

You noticed the book shaking slightly, as a result of his leg's nervous reaction.

You didn't understand what made him so anxious. Rami was so calm and collected at the Oscars. He was so confident when he spoke in rooms with countless numbers of people. And he even dealt with critic's opinions with grace and dignity, whether they were positive or not. But you weren't going to ask why this situation in particular hit him so hard.

Parking the car at the front of the school, Rami ran over to the driver's side before you could even undo your seat belt. He opened the door and helped you and your rounded baby bump out of the car.

You gave the front office the proper I.D., even though they already knew who you were. You could have sworn you saw the secretary blush as she handed Rami back his I.D. and stutter as she responded to his "thank you" and "have a nice day".

You walked into the classroom and you saw Rami's nervousness begin to dissipate slightly when his nephew ran to and gave him a tight hug. Femi dragged him to the carpet where his friends were sitting, anxiously awaiting one of their favorite storytellers.

Sami walked into the room before the teacher announced Rami and his hand gravitated immediately towards yours. Thankfully, someone was able to cover his class. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he pulled you closer.

After the teacher announced their class' special guest, Rami gave a small wave and a soft "Hi boys and girls." He sat down in the chair and Sami placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Rami and Sami's eyes connected. With a silent nod of his head signaling "you got this", Rami nodded back and began.

As soon as his voice began emitting the words on the first page, his confidence was completely there. When he got to certain parts of the story, the childrens' giggles turned into roaring laughter. You and Sami began to laugh too, even though you had heard the story countless times. Rami brought such life to the story, and you understood why this was Femi's favorite book for him to read. The story didn't have pictures in it, but Rami wouldn't need them anyway.

Rami was Femi's favorite storyteller, and as you rubbed your belly, you knew Rami would be your baby's too.

And as Rami's young audience continued to be captivated by his words, Sami leaned over and quietly said: "Ana uhibbuki, Y/N. You can sign me up for the field trip next month."

You heard a low, rumbling laughter coming as you said: "I love you too, Sami. And don’t worry, I signed you up last week."

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Here is the book Rami reads in the story. If you're an elementary teacher or have kids, I highly recommend it!

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The Garden

Part 1 - The Mourning

Summary: After the death of his mother, M’Baku finds himself in need of someone to talk to who doesn’t know who he is. Slated to ascend the Jabari throne, that sort of person would be hard for him to come by. He soon hears of a place where people can go to be seen but still unknown. The base of the mountain. The Garden.

CW: Smut, death mention

Suggested Listening: Pleasure Gardens - Rael Jones

A/N: Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Tundé’s warm lips caught yours in a soulful kiss. His broad arms snaked around your back and pulled you closer to him as if he wanted to completely consume you. You pressed the palms of your hands against his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him back. 

“Just stay a little longer,” you whispered, speeding up the rate of your kisses. Tundé groaned as you moved from his lips to the side of his neck. He loved that spot. Your kisses got sloppier until you were practically dragging your tongue against his jet black flesh. 

You calculated that a nibble at the earlobe and a slight swivel of your hips against his growing erection would have him. You were pressing all of the right buttons. He’d be yours yet.

“I can’t,” Tundé grunted as you applied the pressure to his groin. “I have to get back up the mountain.”

He loosened his grip on you and you slid down his hard body like a fireman’s pole, leaving a noticeably wet spot on the fabric that had separated your genitals. Tundé adjusted his pants and reached for his fur coat.

Damn. You’d been so close.

“I’d stay if I could, my love, but I’m running low on money. The Mourning has lasted three weeks now with no end in sight. I’ll be back as soon as it’s over.”

You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout, but you weren’t going to force the issue. If he didn’t have money left, you weren’t about to give out charity pussy. Everyone was struggling.

“Hopefully, I’ll be back next week,” Tundé comforted you as he stepped out the door. You leaned against the doorframe, completely nude and visible to the village. 

“I’ll be waiting,” you purred.

Tundé drank in one last long look at you before throwing his fur over his shoulder and beginning his ascent back up the mountain. You watched him leave, frozen in your sensual pose in case he happened to turn back.

Once he was out of sight, you leaned out the door and locked eyes with your friend Femi. She worked two doors down in a brothel type establishment, and had been assigned an outdoor post in an attempt to lure in any straggling customers.

“Anyone?” you shouted at her, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not a soul. It’s dead!” Femi shouted back.

“Fuck,” you murmured and headed back in to your house to put some clothes on.

Tundé was your most loyal customer. He’d made his way down the mountain multiple times during The Mourning, but no one else had. They had no money.

As is tradition in Jabari culture, the death of a monarch is observed through a mourning period where citizens halt regular life to take part in funerary events for a few weeks. The length of the mourning period depends on how beloved the deceased was. 

The Queen had died three weeks ago now, so she must have been highly revered. You wouldn’t know, you’d never met her. It was rare that a member of the royal family would come to the base of the mountain. 

Jabari society was a literal hierarchy. The wealthier and more important you were, the higher up the mountain you lived. You lived at the base alongside perimeter guards, farmers and fishermen. You relied on patrons to come down the mountain in search of your sexual services. But during The Mourning, they weren’t making any money. 

Subsequently, neither were you. 

How typical for a woman who lived thousands of feet above you to have such an affect on your life. Even in death, the royals had their fingers in your pockets. 

Tundé had left his payment on your dresser. He paid you handsomely, even when money was tight for him. But his fees alone wouldn’t get you to the end of next week. You had to draw in customers fast.

An idea forming in your head, you dropped to your bottom drawer and dug around. Many patrons would leave you tokens of affection and you were on the hunt for a specific gift from a River Tribe boy named Hakim. Your fingers closed on the cold, metallic beads of a bracelet and you stood up.

With a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, you tousled your hair to the side and put on a sultry face. You pressed the one button Hakim had taught you how to use and the bracelet began to chime. It rang merely twice before the image of a cocky young man with a tapered fade sprung from your wrist.

“Praise be to Bast!” Hakim gasped. “The most beautiful woman in the world is calling me?”

A raucous chorus of other men’s voices sounded around him and his image shook a bit as he pushed his friends away.

“Hey hey hey hey! Privacy please!”

You batted your eyelashes and tilted your chin. You lowered your wrist just enough to let him see you were naked without giving away the goods.

“OOHHHH!” the gang of guys shouted.

“I miss you,” you say, your tone slightly higher than your normal speaking voice. 

Hakim’s chest puffed and a small smirk pulled at the sides of his lips. 

“You just say the word and I’m there, gorgeous girl.”

You flipped your twists to the other side. 

“Take me out instead.”

“Oh yeah? Like a date?”

“Last time you mentioned… what was it called? The River Games?” You pulled your eyebrows together in mock confusion. You knew exactly what The River Games were. But Hakim needed to think it was his idea.

“Yeah, The River Games! That’s wild you would call. They start tonight actually.”

“Ask her if she’s got any friends,” a voice to the left of the hologram whispered. Hakim elbowed him but posed the question anyways. 

“My friend wants to know if you have any friends who want to tag along. It could be like a double date. But he’s just jealous that I’ll have the baddest woman at the party.”

“I can make it a quadruple date. I’ll meet you there.” You blew a kiss at his image and prepared to hang up. Hakim was too excited to notice that he didn’t tell you where to meet. You’d been to The Games before. As he struggled to hang up the call, you could hear his friends say things like, “Yo, is she Jabari? You got a Jabari girl?! Yooooooo!”

You dropped the bracelet back on to the bed and exhaled sharply. Men would never understand how much one has to engage their core to hold these sexy poses. You walked back outside, still buck naked and called out.

“Femi! Get the girls. We’re going on a field trip!”

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[Part 2]

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