Dear White People is a great show, and everyone should watch it! I love Lionel, Sam and Jo so muuuch <3
I’ve been enjoying doing matching drawing sets for my Instagram Account! (Also, all three of the actors liked and reposted these drawings and I just love them a lot, what a bunch of cuties) ___ Please don’t repost this anywhere else :)
Okay…so I have no idea where this came from…it kinda originated from a dream I had, that involved someone I used to consider a friend. I got really ill half way writing this…so I feel it gets a bit shitty towards the end. And I don’t know if this is considered slight fluff? Also I got writers block when it came to the prompts i need to do and my Sam X Reader series…this was just to help me get into the swing of things again. It was meant to be a drabble…but me being me didn’t stick by that, its 3200+ words.
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Samata (by my dear friend @nealmontehim), bad bitch (no jk, tried it though hahaha)
Zodiac Sign: Leo 🦁
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff ☀️🐥🌼
Orientation: Im not sure tbh
Ethnicity: Black/ African American 🙌🏿✊🏿
Favorite Fruit: Probably watermelon, grapes, strawberries, or mangoes 🍇🍓🍉
Favorite Season: I love all of the seasons but my two favorites are fall (I love chilly sweater weather, fallen/colorful leaves, and the overall aesthetic) and summer (my birthday is in the summer and also I be cute✨)
Favorite book series:Ms Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children
Favorite fictional characters: Uhura Spock and Sulu from Star Trek, Gatsby from the Great Gatsby, Diana Prince (Wonder Woman lol), Magneto and Storm from Xmen, T'challa from Black Panther, Tiana from Princess and the Frog, Annalise Oliver and Michaela from HTGAWM, All the witches from AHS: Coven, CoCo and Joelle from Dear White People, Lafayette Jesus and Pam from True Blood (even though that show was trash), Michonne from TWD, Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, Noora from Skam
Favorite Flowers: I love all flowers!! I honestly cant choose!!🌸🌷🌹🌻
Favorite scents: Freshly Baked Desserts, Citrus, the smell of your house when you wash clothes (like you know how you can smell the scent of linen and fabric softener outside after you’ve been washing/ drying clothes??), my mom (makes me feel at home), pinesol (cleaning solutions in general make me feel clean and safe lol), fresh flowers, like any ice cream/confection/ baked goods shop
Favorite colors: Mustard/sunflower/golden yellows, baby blue, burnt orange, olive and sage green, and rose gold, dusty/light pinks
Favorite Animals: Cats!!!, small birds, dogs, ducks and water fowl, cows, lambs/sheep
Favorite Artist/ Bands: Drake, Frank Ocean, FKA Twigs, Beyonce, SZA, Florence and the Machine, Lana Del Rey, (recent) Rihanna, The Black Keys, Junglepussy, Hall and Oates, Tor Miller, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, the Fleet Foxes, First Aid Kit, Teyana Taylor, Kendrick Lamar, Kali Uchis
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Tea usually (also im all about aesthetic soo for sure tea) but I also really like iced coffees
Average Sleep: probably around 6 hours but it varies. No matter how much or little I get, I’m still perpetually tired lol
Number of blankets I sleep with : One for the most part (in addition to a top sheet)
Dream Trip: Hawaii!
Last thing you googled: “what produces hcg?” (For class)
How many blogs I follow: 2338
Number of Followers: 1224
What I usually post about: Black women empowerment/appreciation, body positivity, social justice issues, food, soft/ pastel/ dreamy aesthetic stuff, sunny/ sky related posts, rainbows sometimes?, girls being beautiful, guys being beautiful, love, cute smol animals, flowers/plants🌱
What is your aesthetic: I would have to say that my aesthetic is probably kinda random, positive/ uplifting,plants, minimalist/soft/cute/warm and summery aesthetic stuff??
“Jack…I mean Mr. DiMarco. I swear I’ll cover it. My name is Richard and I’m a 26 IT Guy whose had a bit of a rough go. I needed some money to get my car running again for work. Surely you can understand that. Work has been stressful recently and I’m trying to put in the overtime hours to pay you back, but I’ve been helping my girlfriend with her bills and the money got away. I promise I just need a little more time!”
What a pathetic little drudge you are. First you disrespect me by calling me by my first name and then you tell me your stupid little story. Giving the money to your girlfriend and then blaming her for not being able to pay back. So she owes me too i guess. I’ll give you a chance to be a man. [ .. hey Sergio.. bring that girl here. She owes the money too…] What was I saying. Oh right. The girl owes me too is what you’re saying. So you’ll both have to work for me. I have to say this is a great opportunity. I’ll make you my twin whores.
And the best part is I only need to transform you. You’ll just become a copy of her. Of course the both of you will need some mental adjustment: Loving sucking cock, only thinking about how to please the customers and the other regular slut training.
You’ll be working for me 24/7 and you’ll always be reminded that you did that to your precious little girlfriend by looking at her in the mirror and the helpless slut next to you. You’ll hate yourself for getting her into that position, because you couldn’t admit that it was all your fault. When you’ve paid me back you can leave, but she’ll remember what you did to her. Do you think she loves you enough to forgive you for this? Of course if you change your mind about that I have another offer.
You’ll both forget that you ever where together and that you ever where anything else than my bimbo whore employee. You’ll be working for me indefinitely. You’ll suck and fuck and you’ll love it. You’ll need to be programmed a little bit more extreme of course since you’ll have to work for two. But you can be assured that your current girlfriend will be cared for.
You on the other hand will take care of our customers forever. But don’t worry. You’ll absolutely love it since you can’t remember ever having dome something other and your IQ will be reduced so much.
So what do you say? A life of happiness and sex or a few month of that but your girlfriend will have to suffer the same fate and is probably going to leave you afterwards?
UPDATE “Mr DiMarco, I love my dear Samantha, and I believe our love is strong enough to endure, but I don’t think I could ever look her in the eye again. I wish there was another option, but I will…sniff…I will take the place for both of us. I just hope she can live happily. Maybe our paths will cross again someday…sniff”
root’s royalty. her parents are dead but she’s like the niece of the emperor twice removed or something and he doesn’t have any kids of his own
it’s greer and she hates him but she has access to a whole bunch of resources so she makes it work
he’s always trying to find her acceptable suitors and she’s Blatantly Not Interested and also always sneaking cute girls up to her room
they argue a lot. she never loses
she loves (LO V E S) ditching her security detail–an endless source of frustration for captain carter, who’s just trying to do her job and keep root safe–to slip into town
that’s how she meets sameen
on one of her trips into town she’s just meandering from stall to stall as usual. enjoying the freedom
and up ahead she sees a scuffle. dirt’s being kicked up, people are shouting and forming a ring around the fighters
root’s kind of party exactly
she pushes her way through the crowd and to the front of the ring to see two of greer’s guards having their asses handed to them by a girl who can’t be more than 5'2"
the crowd’s going nuts. this girl’s whaling on them. root’s turned on
she hears more shouting coming from behind her and glances over her shoulder to see half a dozen more guards headed their way
she slips into the ring–the girl is currently sitting on one guard’s chest and slamming his head against the ground repeatedly–grabs her by the shirt and pushes their way through the crowd
the little fighter is decidedly not happy to be rescued
“who the hell do you think–”
“unless you’re keen to see the inside of a jail cell you’re going to want to follow me”
the other girl glances over her shoulder to see the slew of guards trying to push through the crowd after them
she shakes herself free of root’s grip “you don’t have to hold my hand, i’m coming”
root rolls her eyes. they weave their way through the streets and the stalls and the crowds
they’re nearly trapped, eventually. guards coming up the street behind and in front of them
there’s a narrow alleyway to their left. a thin space between two shops just wide enough for them to squeeze into
root pulls her charge in after her
they end up VERY close. face to face, chest to chest, backs pressed up against the walls. they’re both breathing heavily
the guards run past them and they both let out sighs of relief
they stay put for a moment to catch their breath
“what do they call you?” root asks. the other girl narrows her eyes.
“you can call me root”
root rolls that around in her mouth. “shaw. a pleasure”
she’s cute, this one. big dark eyes, hair tousled from the fighting and fleeing. root’s into it
shaw only grunts and checks the street. it’s clear
they slip back onto the street
“what happened back there?” root asks. shaw shrugs
“greer’s full of shit and so are his people. guards were giving a kid a hard time so i stepped in”
“admirable. you’re a fighter. careful, with that. greer’s always looking for gladiators to force into the arena”
shaw’s head snaps up. “go back. what’d you say your name was?”
shaw scowls. “am i supposed to bow? kiss your hand? call you Your Majesty?”
“if you’d like to keep all your appendages i wouldn’t recommend it”
shaw smiles a little at that
they spend the rest of the day together. at the market, then skipping stones down at the pond. shaw knows a spot away from the masses. they dangle their feet in the water
this becomes a regular occurrence: root escaping into town and meeting shaw at the pond. sometimes they still browse the market. sometimes root steals a basket and food from the kitchens before she leaves and they make a picnic of it
root never brings shaw back to the palace. she won’t risk her. for the first time she has someone she doesn’t want to lose
eventually she slips up. one of greer’s men, zachary, follows her when she ditches her other tails. follows her right to the pond, to shaw, who she greets with a kiss
they find themselves surrounded in no time at all
they’re dragged back to the palace and separated. shaw tossed into a cell, root locked in her room which may as well be
greer visits root
walks into the room sighing and shaking his head. “my dear samantha–”
“i have nothing to say to you”
“she’s a fighter, this friend of yours. knocked out two of my men and bit lambert before the others could restrain her”
root glares at him coldly
“it’s a pity, you wasting your time on a street rat like that. i’ve brought so many promising young men before you…”
root only glares. greer sighs
“i’ve come to offer you a proposition, my dear. a chance to save your friend. you choose a husband from those i’ve set before you, and i will give your friend a chance to save her own life”
root feels ill. she’s going to kill greer, she decides then. whatever it takes, she’ll bide her time, and she’ll be the one to watch the light drain from his eyes
“fine.” she spits. she chooses some bland man from an obsolete country across the sea. he couldn’t meet her eyes, she remembers. he’ll be easy enough to manipulate
greer sets the date for shaw’s trial. a big Public Event. the trial of the woman who dared to endear herself to the emperor’s charge
greer tells root the setup. two doors, shaw’s choice. behind one, a husband. behind the other, a lion
she’ll be armed with only a dagger. her fate is her own choice
captain carter is sympathetic, at least. she despises greer as much as anyone. she sneaks root down to the dungeon to see shaw
they grasp hands through the bars as root explains the situation
“sameen, it’s all my fault, i put you in danger, if i hadnt–”
“hey. it was my choice too. i don’t regret it.” shaw squeezes her hand
root’s in tears
“i’ll find out which is which,” she promises. shaw nods
“give me the lion”
root looks to her in alarm. “absolutely not”
shaw snorts. “im not gonna spend my life shacked up to some guy /greer/ picked out for me. and i get a dagger, right? that’s a fighting chance”
“against a /lion/, sameen”
“the lion. promise me.”
root closes her eyes. nods as the tears start to fall. she cups shaw’s cheek through the bars
shaw hears the unspoken “i love you” in her voice
“i know. me too” she whispers
the day of the trial, carter finds out which door contains which fate. she reports to root. door 1, lion. door 2, husband
shaw steps into the arena, blinking against the harsh sunlight. the crowd goes wild
greer smiles smugly from his seat beside root
shaw turns to look at them, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun
root has a choice
honor shaw’s wish. let her take her chance with the lion. watch her be torn apart in front of an audience of thousands
or have her dragged off and married to someone else. lose her anyways. this is the last time she’ll see shaw either way, root knows this
It was Samantha’s wedding day, she was to be married to the king who’s army could help their own in the war that was coming. Of course this was not really what she wanted to do, but she knew from a young age that she was not going to be aloud to choose who she was to marry or when. So it had been set, they where to marry today, just days after her birthday.
After having traveled to his kingdom she had no ideas of what she was about to walk and wed into. Yes, she had heard things about him but nothing she knew to be fact, other than his first wife had died and left him with a young son many years ago.
Getting ready for such a wedding was a long and tedious task, the layers upon layers of clothing that had to lay just right before she could put on her wedding gown. It was gorgeous, white with ivory and gold embellishments, it had taken months upon months to make. The dress maker had started the day she was announced to be wed to Julian. Taking a deep breath she smiled at herself in the mirror as the ladies in waiting finished up fixing her dress. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts about what her new life was going to hold.
“It is time, my dear.” It was her mother, speaking softly and Samantha nodded. Walking arm in arm with her mother they went down to the church entrance, her mother taking her seat before the doors opened and all she could focus on was the beginning of her new life in this strange land with a man who’s first words to her would be spoken at the alter.