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Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

Y’all need to chill

no fr

2018 been kicking my ass. I can’t take no chances.

Final tonight, had to double back.

Not playing

jokes on y’all. it’s always my worst week.

i hate these i can’t risk it pls stop

today is the only day you can reblog this

dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

-

also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

see also:

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

"you attract what you fear"

NOOOOO MOON KNIGHT SEASON 2 IM SOOOOOOOO SCARED

ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED

TREMBLING IN MY BOOTS

SHIVER ME TIMBERS

as a black writer i want to say some things…

one, inclusivity is absolutely needed. not only in this community but nearly all communities. oftentimes we are seen as a non-factor or have our experiences just be disregarded. i made a post on this a while ago and got a weird amount of hate for it.

two, i really dislike the way in which this conversation was brought up. because while a lot of it is true, (we need more inclusivity in works and more black writers) people ended up bringing up specific writers and sort of blaming them for the lack of inclusivity? or saying that they writer their readers white? this is so frustrating because one it’s not true, as someone who has read a lot of their work, it has been raceless except for the fact that their readers are hyperfeminine. again being hyperfem is also a lesbian experience so please remember that, and thats how they are! that’s who they are in their daily life and thats how they write. some of you dont realize how incredibly difficult it is to write outside of who you are. but overall i havent seen them say anything that would make their readers explicitly white. on top of that it’s just so counterintuitive to the point to bring up white writers when discussing the lack of inclusivity. there are a lot of black writers!!! how about instead of bringing others down, we work to bring others up. it takes away from what we are saying and is not only unfair to those writers who had nothing to do with it, but also black writers.

third, if you are making an entire account to spread hate, you don’t have the moral highground you think you do. i know this may sound shocking but how about you block the things you don’t like, and dont talk about it anymore. there are things ive seen on here that i haven’t liked but i keep my mouth shut, don’t follow or interact, and keep it moving. that existing will not cause me to spend my time writing hate to that person or even focusing on it. i’ll focus on my work and what i like to write/read. you are obsessed at the end of the day. it’s not a good look and it’s mass bullying.

fourth, i saw a lot of discourse about minors. again, a lot of the minors who read my work don’t realize it’s mostly for your sake. unrealistic expectations of sex and relationships are so detrimental when you are so young. but at the end of the day i can’t control what minors read/don’t read. my work is public and i understand that. once again, however, i ask that you don’t interact with me. as someome who is 22 and already in a position of power it would be not only weird but wrong for us to have interactions. please remember that.

all in all, i do love this community and the people who are just here to read and mind their own. stop ruining the collective experience for everyone please.

Its so hard being a black women who likes fanfiction. Like there is just still so little representation. Even when things are “reader” they are coded for white people.

No one is running their fingers through my silky hair. Or brushing hair out of my eyes behind my ear. I have an afro and when I dont its in twists. Also, black women dont really let people touch or play in their hair.

I dont have pink nipples.

I dont blush. My skin will not turn red no matter how hard Im blushing.

Now I thought it was hard in the Peaky Fandom. But there are some amazing black fic writers here and likely more have emerged since I havent been active in the fandom for a few years.

Trying to read Kpop fan fiction, its even harder to find representation.

If you are in any of the fandoms below, please comment or reblog with your fave black fanfic writers.

Mine are

@btsqualityy

@kimnjss

@panjakes

@laketaj24

@xxdearlybeloved

The best for f1

@saintslewis

@thisismeracing

💜💜💜🥹 Thank you sm, AK!!!!

I’m still fairly new to the fandom, so besides Saint, I only know @venus2eros and @non-stop-imagines 🫶🏾 both are amazing writers

I- literally speechless from being mentioned in this 😭😭

@omgsuperstarg Also have a couple of GREAT Toto Wolff fics! But @chaneajoyyy is quite literally a black reader fanfic librarian! It's amazing the lists she has made of fics for black readers 🤯. Hope this helps!!

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaxwrites are two of my favorites. There are others, but these two stay on my radar.

@sweet2krazee thank you for mentioning me 🥺

@cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites are also some great writers! 🤍🤍

@gardenof-venus

@cherthegoddess

@black-mcu-imagines

@totheblood

these four are definitely my top favorites 🥹and i am happy to recommend more

i’m gonna bitch for a second because i’m angry.

YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS ARE LEAVING BECAUSE OF YOU.

yeah, you. the readers who aren’t doing something so simple as reblogging, fuck at this point, i think most of us would be happy for even a bunch of fucking likes.

it’s so frustrating and maddening and idk what the fuck else we can do but get on our knees and beg.

a writer is nothing without their reader.

a writer is nothing without reblogs or reviews

you guys keep asking when is “xyz fic going to be updated?” but do nothing to help us feel inspired to write the next chapter.

we don’t feel any inspiration when we pour our hearts into a fic.

and i know, I KNOW, someone is gonna come and be like “you shouldn’t write for notes” and i am WELL AWARE of that. but a little recognition, a little pat on the back does SO MUCH.

i have said this before and it still stands true: i could walk away from ALL of this tonight. but do you know what stops me?? YOU GUYS.

the nice anons, my loyal rebloggers, those who i don’t even know yet, my mutuals, my loyal readers.

YOU are the reason i keep fighting and fighting. YOU are the reason i sit down in front of my computer for hours and rack my brain to give you guys SOMETHING i can be proud of.

i don’t write as quick as others. I don’t write smut as well as others. i write fics that have a lot of twists and turns going on. i tend to ramble in my fics and have so many errors my high school english teacher is cringing.

but i do it because i love you guys. and i love seeing your reactions and reading your comments and your theories.

but please please please for the love of everything above REBLOG, COMMENT, LIKE, DO SOMETHING to show your writers that you love them as much as we love you.

cause we are dying out. and i hate to say… we won’t be coming back once we do.

How I Met Your Mother- J. Machado

Reblog if you’re black tumblr

and yes you have to be black, this isn’t an all access typa club

black history month it is 👊🏽

Attuma sucking the wedding ring that W’Kabi gave Okoye right off her finger before he sucks her soul out of her pussy.

I-

@theeblackmedusa

@siancore HOW YOU GONE DO THIS TO US ON A WEDNESDAY I EXPECT A FIC ON MY DESK AND A SCREENPLAY BY TOMORROW MORNING 8AM SHARP

YOOO

THIS ONLY HAPPENS ONCE EVERY FEW YEARS, REBLOG WHILE YOU CAN

Bound in Pleasure || Okoye x Attuma One-Shot

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Light Bondage, PWP, Breeding Kink, Excessive Use of the Word ‘Baby’ (But it’s in Mayan😅)

A/N: First of all, IDK how I got here… this is just filth. I’m working on other stuff too, but for now you’re getting p0rn

Word Count: 1.8k

“Bast, fuck…”

Okoye choked out a strangled groan as Attuma harshly thrust into her.

“No, ko’oj. Your god has no part in this.”

He plowed into her at a punishing pace, fucking her into the sheets. She screwed her eyes shut at the feeling of his dick stretching her. It felt like she was going to split in half. Clenching her fists around the headboard slats, she arched back further.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Stick it out for me,” Attuma said, palming the cheeks of her supple ass.

He spread her open, plunging deeper and deeper. Okoye groaned, low and long. She swore she could feel him in her stomach.

“You look so pretty like this… wrapped around my dick. You're squeezing me so tight, ko’oj.”

Okoye clenched around him, and Attuma groaned, cursing in his native tongue. He squeezed her ass, watching as her pussy stretched around him, taking him in with ease. His eyes traced the curves and dips of her figure, admiring the stunning picture she made.

Smooth brown skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, pooling in the divots of her spine and the dimples of her back. Her wrists were bound above her head in silk ties, secured to the headboard, keeping her at his mercy. There was nothing more beautiful, above the surface or below.

“I should keep you like this. Tied up and open… just for me. Only for me. Would you like that, in K‘iino’?”

Okoye moaned helplessly, twisting her wrists in the silk restraints. Her mind was in a haze clouded by lust and desire. Attuma delivered a stinging slap to her ass, drawing a sharp cry from her.

“Answer me, Okoye.”

Okoye couldn’t. Forming words was beyond her. She could only moan, her voice pitching an octave as she felt him reaching around to rub her clit in quick circles.

“You’re soaked, sweet girl... Your slutty little pussy is gushing around me,” Attuma hummed. “Do you hear it, ko’oj? You sound so pretty.”

Theirs was a depraved melody, sinful and debauched, but so, so right. Okoye could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs, and her face burned at the thought of the puddle forming beneath her.

“You’re making a mess, pretty girl,” Attuma rasped, enchanted by the way her sex drenched him. He wanted more. Pressing firmly on her bundle of nerves, Attuma rubbed harder and faster, relishing in Okoye’s cries.

Okoye keened, delirious with pleasure. “Ah-tuma, I-I’m gonna cum!”

“No, you’re not. Not without asking, right, ko’oj?” He asked, taunting her. He was strumming her clit while shoving every inch of his cock into her relentlessly.

“Pl-please! I-Oh-I need to- Attuma please!”

Attuma thrust harder, refusing to give her any quarter. She knew what he expected. “That didn’t sound like a question. Try again, sweet girl.” The sweetness of his tone directly contradicted the brutal mess he was making of her insides.

Okoye choked on a scream, gasping out the question she prayed would grant her sweet release.

“‘Tu-ma, please… can I- m-may I cum?”

Attuma continued plunging in and out of her slick heat, flicking her clit in time with his strokes. “So polite for such a greedy slut.”

His words sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, and her pussy throbbed. She keened at the harsh slap he delivered to her ass and let out a swift string of profanities.

She was so close.

“Please!” Okoye was desperate; tears leaked from her eyes as she fought to keep her orgasm at bay. Her muscles tensed and tightened as she neared the precipice, and then-

“No.”

Attuma withdrew from her completely, leaving her bereft.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

Okoye sobbed, sagging down, pulling at her restraints. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, staining the pillow below her. Her pussy throbbed painfully, clenching around nothing.

“Attuma, sithandwa, nceda.” Her voice was a broken whine.

He didn’t answer but instead leaned forward to undo the knots securing her to the bed. His cock, still wet with their combined juices, rubbed against her ass, and Okoye ground back into him with abandon, desperate for any sort of sensation.

Attuma pulled his hips away, chuckling darkly. “No, Ki’in. It’ll take more than that if you want to come tonight.”

He turned her over and brought her arms down, settling his weight between her thighs, kissing and caressing her skin. Okoye whimpered at his tenderness, still reeling from the abrupt denial of her climax. Attuma kissed his way up her neck, sandwiching her arms between them. She twisted her hands in the bindings, stroking the tip of his dick.

“Behave,” Attuma growled, nipping her chin in warning.

Okoye ignored him, gripping tighter, running her thumb along his weeping slit. He hissed, cursing softly. Attuma’s head bowed forward, bringing his lips closer than they’d been all night. She darted forward, tilting her head to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

Attuma groaned, caught off guard. His hand shot up from her waist to grasp her jaw, taking control of the kiss. He squeezed, forcing her to open her mouth as he devoured her. She mewled and released him as he sucked on her bottom lip harshly, sharp teeth cutting into the ripe flesh. He drew back, admiring her tear-stained face, swollen lips, and dazed expression.

“Attuma,” Okoye whined, drawing out the sound of his name. She was pouting adorably.

“Do you want it, Ki’in?” Attuma asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes! Pleasepleasepleasepl-“

He kissed her again, silencing her begging. He could feel her fists clenching, desperate to cling to him. With enough effort, Attuma knew she could free herself. But she wouldn’t.

Not tonight.

Tonight, she was going to be his good girl and take his cock every which way until she was all fucked out.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? You gonna be good for me?” He murmured, moving his hand down her neck, squeezing her throat briefly.

Okoye nodded frantically. “Uh-huh.”

“Good girl.”

Attuma trailed his hand down her body, deftly rolling them over. He laid back, running his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs as she sat astride him. Okoye began rocking back and forth on his length, breathing heavily as her chest heaved. She was a temptress; her sweet sighs more alluring than any siren song he could sing.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Attuma lifted her and placed the tip of his dick at her entrance. Okoye moaned, high and breathy, as she sank down on him. The silken heat of her pussy enveloped him, and he groaned at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him.

Attuma’s hands gripped her hips, moving her up and down until she was rolling them on her own. “Come on, sweet girl. If you want it, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Okoye’s head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent gasp. Attuma smacked her ass, and she cried out, twisting her wrists, placing her palms flat on his chest. She bore down, using him as leverage, and began working her hips, just as he’d commanded.

Her hips rose and fell in a slow rhythm, grinding down each time she met the base of his cock. She felt deliciously full, the pleasure bordering on painful. Okoye felt her climax building quickly, her body too worked up from his earlier attentions, and she rode him harder, chasing after the high she’d been cruelly denied earlier. Attuma began thrusting up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. Her moans intermingled with Attuma’s grunts as the carnal sound of their flesh meeting echoed in the room.

Attuma squeezed her ass, delivering hard, swift strokes that made her eyes roll back. His hand came to play with her clit again, and she gasped his name.

“You close, ko’oj?”

She nodded, her nails digging into his chest.

“Beg me for it, pretty girl,” he commanded, his voice clouded with lust.

“Attuma! Fuck! Attuma, I’m gonna- Please let me… May I, please?”

His grip was iron, holding her in place as he drove into her. Okoye babbled an incomprehensible jumble of words, pleading with him for her release. Every muscle in her body was tense and taut, on the brink of ecstasy.

“Cum for me, Okoye.”

Okoye wailed, a deep, guttural sound of heady pleasure ripping through her as she toppled over the edge into delirium. She convulsed on top of him, her pussy clamping down on his dick with such intensity, Attuma nearly came undone. He held off, determined to wring another orgasm from her body before he filled her with his seed.

He plowed into her mercilessly. “Fuck! Just like that! Cum for me, ko’oj, cum on my dick… make a mess for me, pretty girl.”

Okoye yelped as his thumb rubbed fast, sloppy circles around her slippery clit. Her body was quaking, overcome with sensation. It was all too much, too hard, too fast.

“Gonna cum for me again?”

Okoye couldn’t answer even if she wanted to. All she could feel was electrifying pleasure as his hips snapped into hers.

“Yeah, you are… I can feel you squeezing me, ko’oj… Cum for me again so I can fill you up.”

“Attuma!”

The strangled scream of his name on her lips as she came was divine. Her body shuddered, her walls spasming around him. Pulling his fingers away from her sensitive, straining bud, Attuma untied her wrists and brought her hands to his shoulders. Her nails cut into him as he fucked her through her climax, the sweet clench of her cunt making him lose control.

“Gonna cum inside you, sweet girl… you want it?”

Okoye mewled, overwrought with pleasure. “Please…”

“Yeah? You want me to stuff you full of it, huh? Maybe fuck a baby into you?”

Her cunt spasmed wildly at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. Okoye’s eyes shot open, meeting his lustful gaze, and she bit her lip.

“I want it…” she said breathlessly, “I want it, ‘Tuma… put a baby in me.”

Attuma moaned at her request, redoubling his efforts. Okoye leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. She pulled back only to whisper filthily to him, pleading with him to stuff her with cum. Attuma’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as she begged for him. He growled out a litany of curses as she ground down, squeezing him into her silken walls.

“Okoye… fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfu- ah!”

Attuma roared as he came, flooding every inch of her with warmth. Spurred on by the intensity of his climax, Okoye felt herself cumming right along with him.

She slumped on top of him, trembling through the aftershocks. Attuma cupped her cheeks, placing soft kisses on her lips and face, but didn’t move to pull out of her.

“Mmm, are we going to get up?” Okoye asked, languorous and lax in his arms.

“Yeah, in a little bit,” Attuma replied, running a hand along her back. “Wanna make sure it takes…”

YOUR GOD HAS NO PART IN THIS IS

TELLING HER TO BEHAVE IS

HIM CALLING HER SWEET GIRL IS

CALLING HER NEEDY

Genuine, honest, transparent connections only.

You know what’s a shame?

When your favorite VOD streaming service cancels  one of their most diverse Shows right at the beginning of Pride Month!

I mean srsly…..

When was the last time I saw a Show that wasn’t either dominated by white folks or kinda exclusive to POC? Instead Sense8 has a mix of 8 wonderfully different main characters, such as…

Will Gorski:

The cop from Chicago, the loyal friend, the lover; a man confident enough to trust the woman by his side with his whole conscious & unconscius being to save him. 

Riley Blue:

The DJane from Iceland, the mother, the lonely spirit; the woman who would walk trough hell and back to save the ones she loves.

Capheus Onyango:

The Matatu driver from Nairobi, the optimist, the one who won’t let himself be defined by poor or rich but just his courage to make a difference. 

Sun Bak:

The Warrioress from Korea, the unbent, betrayed by those closest to her but not even prison could break her. Now she’s on her way for justice.

Lito Rodriguez:

The closeted telenovela star from Mexico, the passionate dreamer, along his career he learnt to be the hero of his own destiny. Can he make it big beyond the borders of his homeland?

Kala Dandekar:

The Pharmacist from India; the believer, once she learnt that traditions are not necessarily the safest option she finds the courage to fight for her happiness.

Wolfgang Bogdanow:

The safecracker from Germany, raised by a brutal and bullying father he found family much closer then bound by blood and even love where he least expected it.

Nomi Marks:

The transgender hacktivist from San Francisco, rejected by her family who refuse to accept her new Identity as Nomi, she made herself a name by blogging about political issues. Her fiancee Amanita a beautiful WOC with 3 father figures have her back in all this.

Now imagine these 8 completely different characters living their individual life finding out that they’re mentally connected with one another. Called a cluster  they explore step by step each others world by visiting one another. Visiting means they can only use the regular given senses of seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting etc from the person they visit. Another ability is sharing. Sharing means they can use each others skills  regardless of their own but this works only within the cluster.  So in short word that means Capheus can share his driving skills with Nomi who can’t drive as much as Lito can feel Sun Baks menstruation symptoms sometimes. Yes they have very a lot of funny and emotional moments together along they way. 

Other Characters:

Angelica Turing:

Better known as the mother she appears to be the one capable of giving birth to clusters by releasing/activating their connection to each other. When her last cluster awoke she commited suicide. She was in a relationship with Jonas which whom she released several clusters.

Jonas Maliki:

He shows up when Angelica’s last born cluster awoke to guide and teach them their abilities as sensates. He’s doing this mainly through Will Gorski. Jonas and Angelica were in a relationship and part of the same cluster. 

Dr. Whispers:

He’s the main antagonist of the Show goes by several aliases but best known as Whispers. Although as a sensate himself he’s part of an organisation that hunts down other sensates. He can only connect with a cluster by making direct eye contact. 

Amanita Caplan:

Amanita works in a bookstore, supports LGBT charities, she has a mother named Grace and three father figures because they never cared to find out who’s the biological one. They loved her all the same. She is Nomi’s fiancee.

Hernando Fuentes:

He’s an Art professor, loves to cook and is the lover of Lito. Despite his relationship with Lito needs to be kept a secret due the career of Lito he’s very supportive. Nontehelss he has strong beliefs of its own and is mostly the more grounded part in their relationship.

Daniela Velasquez:

She comes from a wealthy background, is an actress and Lito’s friend as well as his cover at events. Later she finds out about his secret and formes a close bond to both Lito and Hernando based on her fascination with gay men in general.

Felix Berner:

He’s Wolfgangs best friend since they were kids. Although he’s having the talent to getting himself in trouble and Wolfgang along with him hes fairly loyal and the only one who knows about Wolfie’s abusive childhood.

Despite this amazing concept of 8 fully developed individual characters forming a worldwide bond to defeat a greater enemy who’s after them for experiments and killing them in the process Netflix canceled this Show after only 2 Seasons. Sure filming in 8 differerent cities all over the globe is expensive but that makes the quality even better and so much more authentic. There is no need to kill off characters for the shock effect, no need to sideline anyone for the sake of one major pairing. They’re equals, they’re individuals, not dependent on each other but stronger together if it’s necessary.

If you don’t believe me go and watch it for yourself on Netflix if you have it!

Here’s a little preview:

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PEDRO PASCAL + ✌️

The Gilded Age + Costumes

Dorothy Scott’s yellow, red & pink dress in Season 01, Episode 04 & 09.

// requested by @violetnpurple​

Then There Was You Masterlist

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Join the taglist here

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Characters:

Character MoodBoards

Ryan Coogler As Director

Y/n L/n as Screen Writer and Assistant Director

Ryan Destiny as Female Lead Role(Aliyah)

Tom Holland as Male Lead (William)

Yara Shahidi as Female Lead Roles Best Friend(Imani)

Michael B. Jordan as Brother of Female Lead Role(Andre)

Storm Reid as the Little Sister of Male Lead Role (Laila)

21 FILMS OF THE 21ST CENTURY Avengers: infinity War (2019) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

They should show it in theaters again