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So About That Whole Thing

LONG COMIC BOOK RANT INCOMING:

Okay some things need to be said:

1. If you’re going to write a smug thunk-piece about the “failure” of “diversity” in comics, maybe don’t use the cover image of a book that’s had 4 collections on the NYT graphic books bestseller list, won a Hugo and cleaned up at Angouleme. Just because you HOPE it’s on the chopping block, oh Riders of the Brohirrim, doesn’t mean it is.

2. I will tell you exactly why Ms Marvel works: it didn’t set out to be Ms Marvel. We were originally going to pitch it as a 10 issue limited series. I had a 3 issue exit strategy because I assumed we were going to get canned. There was no “diversity initiative” anywhere–getting that thing made at all was a struggle. It was a given that any character without AT LEAST a 20-year history would tank. Everybody, myself included, assumed this series was going to work out the same way.

3. That freed us–by “us” I mean the whole creative team–to tell exactly the story we wanted to tell. We had nothing to lose, nothing to overcome but low expectations. That gave us room to break a lot of rules.

STUFF THAT IS DIFFICULT TO REPLICATE AND IMPOSSIBLE TO PLAN:

1. Unexpected audiences. We are at a point in history when the role of religion is at a tremendous inflection point. What I didn’t realize was that the anxieties felt by young Muslims are also felt by young Mormons, evangelicals, orthodox Jews, and others. A h-u-g-e reason Ms Marvel has struck the chord it has is because it deals with the role of traditionalist faith in the context of social justice, and there was–apparently–an untapped audience of people from a wide variety of faith backgrounds who were eager for a story like this. Nobody could have predicted or planned for that. That’s being in the right place at the right time with the right story burning a hole in your pocket. Plenty of other stuff I’ve written and liked has fallen with a huge thud. That’s the norm. Exceptions are great when they happen, but hard to plan.

2. The paradox of low expectations. The bar was set pretty low for Ms Marvel, but because of Ms Marvel’s success, that bar got set much higher for similar books that came later.

STUFF THAT IS ENTIRELY AVOIDABLE:

1. This is a personal opinion, but IMO launching a legacy character by killing off or humiliating the original character sets the legacy character up for failure. Who wants a legacy if the legacy is shitty?

2. Diversity as a form of performative guilt doesn’t work. Let’s scrap the word diversity entirely and replace it with authenticity and realism. This is not a new world. This is *the world.*

3. Never try to be the next whoever. Be the first and only you. People smell BS a mile away.

4. The direct market and the book market have diverged. Never the twain shall meet. We need to accept this and move on, and market accordingly.

5. Not for nothing, but there is a direct correlation between the quote unquote “diverse” Big 2 properties that have done well (Luke Cage, Black Panther, Ms Marvel, Batgirl) and properties that have A STRONG SENSE OF PLACE. It’s not “diversity” that draws those elusive untapped audiences, it’s *particularity.* This is a vital distinction nobody seems to make. This goes back to authenticity and realism.

AND FINALLY

On a practical level, this is not really a story about “diversity” at all. It’s a story about the rise of YA comics. If you look at it that way, the things that sell and don’t sell (AND THE MARKETS THEY SELL IN VS THE MARKETS THEY DON’T SELL IN) start to make a different kind of sense.

Black Panther: A guide for people who aren’t familiar with Wakanda

Who here watched the Black Panther trailer and misplaced their pants after it ended?

Just me?

Fine.

There are rules in Wakanda. You close all the doors in Wakanda if it is a hot ass summer day because you do not want to let the cool air out. You always defrost the chicken before mom comes home. And the most prominent one is…

You do not fuck with Wakanda.

Wakanda is what happens if white people stayed their nosey asses on their side of the Mediterranean and minded their own fucking business. Situated in Eastern Africa just below Kush, Wakanda is an isolationist country that hid away from colonialist and invaders as well as fought off indiscriminately any would be invaders that thought they were about to bring bullshit. The countries main resource is vibranium, the shit that Captain America’s shield is made of, which derived from an asteroid or meteor than landed in Northeast Africa.Because of the technological advantage of the mineral, they gained a centuries long head start on the rest of civilization and instead of doing the fuckboy way of conquering people for the sake of conquering people, they minded their own business and glowed the fuck up in hiding pretty much ignoring African Colonization or any rival tribes.

Do not fuck with Wakanda.

The general politics in Wakanda functions like a monarchy. While the title of Black Panther, king of Wakanda, is a hereditary title, it is earned.

If you noticed in the trailer, T’chala was battling Killmonger probably over the title of Black Panther which is something you can challenge. After all, Black Panther represents the best of all Wakandans, physically and mentally. 

“King of Wakanda” Before you get mad, yes, women can take part in the contest to be Black Panther. In fact, T’challa’s sister tried to take the mantle off her father, but an unfortunate turn of events allowed her brother to succeed before her which is the source of jealousy between her and her brother. And yes, Shuri was also in the Black Panther trailer with the Panther Gauntlets.

Anyways, Wakanda is the most technologically advance civilization in Marvel’s Earth if not second to Latveria. Because of the this, it is sought after from likes of the KLAW, Erik Killmonger, Norman Osborn that one time he was president of the United States, and Doctor Doom.

Because of that, The Black Panther has bodyguards despite of his prowess. They are called the Dora Milaje.

And yes, they are comprised of women. They are not really wives-in-training in general. Just those two above were wives of T’challa. Yes, plural. No, they aren’t bound to him. And yes, if Shuri became Queen of Wakanda as well as Black Panther, she would also have bodyguards/wives or husbands-in-training as well. I can feel the feminists ready to throw T’challa under the bus as some black male power fantasy which he is, but Wonder Woman wears red, white and blue and is from Greece and no one questions it.

Anyways, the Dora Milaje are warrior women. They are celebrated in Wakanda as the greatest of their warriors and defenders of their nation. They are independent as well. In the latest Black Panther comics, one of them was sentenced to execution because of an assassination attempt. A lover of hers took offense to this charge and broke her out and here it is.

And this is a pair of Dora Milaje sparking a revolution against T’challa in order to turn Wakanda into a Democracy. And they are also Lesbians. So shut the fuck up, liberal feminists. 

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So we talked about Wakanda—

“But Ubernegro, Wakanda had to have it’s enemies. They were not this perfect African civilization because reasons.”

Like several superheroes, Wakanda’s enemies of ones of their own making.

I mentioned the Klaw whose sole ambition is to invade Wakanda for it’s Vibranium(and yes, the Klaw is supposed to be synonymous with the colonizers and the whole dynamic between them essentially mirrors that). After the Klaw’s successful assassination attempt of T’chaka, it was revealed that one of Wakanda’s own assisted him,. When it was found it, the traitor along with his family was exiled which consisted of also little boy, N’Jadaka. With the knowledge that his father was forced to help the Klaw, N’Jadaka felt deep resntment towards the royal family of Wakanda and thus began the transformation of Erik Killmonger. 

Killmonger was granted repatriation by T’challa and instead of being grateful, the nigga tried to dethrone him and destroy Wakanda by himself because he is a bitter ass motherfucker. And thus started a long blood rivalry that ended with Killmonger’s death by Mephisto.

But during this rivalry, Killmonger created a country called Niganda and they were taken in as refugees of Wakanda because T’challa is really nice. However, because of in nation disputes between the classes of Wakanda(yes, there are class divisions in Wakanda and not everyone is happy that they are ruled by a God King), ad they did not like the Killmonger refugees and the Kiollmonger refuggees all resented Wakanda so…war happened.


First you have the women of Wakanda. If you have not noticed, women are often the first victims of war on either side. Wakanda women are sick ofthat shit and are sick of praising men(ignoring that there is a female Black Panther). Fueled by the former guard wives of T’challa now lovers and partners of eachother, the Midnight Sisters, they hope to overthrow T’challa and the Wakanda royalty. And yes, they are totally not fucking with men’s bullshit.

Their goal is to create an independent country from Wakanda free from men. 

Yes, black women would totally carve a declaration of war into a black man’s chest to send a message that “you niggas ain’t shit” to the God King of an African Nation because they do not give a fuck.


Then you have the Nicangan refugees who hope to create another Nicanda outside of Wakanda. They want to continue the wishes of their former King, Killmonger, and overthrow T’challa by inciting rage amongst his people who are upset that T’challa left Wakanda for a period time and let his sister to near death, Wakanda to burn, and came back like he did not do these things.

They are led by Zenzi and Tetu.

So yeah. Welcome to Wakanda.

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More photos from the Marvel Studios set up at D23 this weekend! Check out the awesome set pieces and costumes from Thor Ragnarok and Black Panther, as well as a better look at the amazing Thanos statue, with some things still covered up. I think it may be the Black Order members behind him, but we’ll see soon enough!

Hey so, (some of) black tumblr, telling white people that Black Panther is “not for them” and to fuck off from this movie, is not doing anything good for this movie. Not only is that statement a lie, and you’re creating a negative stigma around the movie, but you’re also going to cause it to make less money and not become as big as it could have. By attacking and/or excluding entire races from a movie, you limit its audience.

The Black Panther is a great movie for black representation but that doesn’t mean no one else can enjoy it, talk about it, etc. It looks like a good movie, let it have a fair shot at doing well.

I think that Black Panther coming soon is important for non black audiences as well.

Representation really matters. In Mexico, before the 2000s, the only local content that had black characters in it was Memín Pinguín, which, in spite of the ostensibly good messages it tried to transmit, drew Memín and his mother to be very ugly and with exaggerated minstrel characteristics compared to the non black characters. Afro mexicans were ignored in society–the only exposure a lot of Mexicans have had to black people is to Americans in movies and music. Even then, the rhetoric was very ugly: figures like former president Fox, even, are on public record for saying things like “mexicans [living in the US] do jobs that not even blacks will do.”

When I was a kid, I was fortunate to have access to channels like Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, and Disney growing up. My Green Lantern was Jon Stewart; I had a huge crush on Static Shock and I admired the kids from the Proud Family because they were closer to me in age than the super heroes, but just old enough to be cooler and more mature. Numbuh 5 was my favourite agent from Kids Next Door. Kenan and Kel and Raven perfected the teen sitcom before Drake and Josh did, and their episodes always brought a smile to my face. Out of the Box’s black and asian hosts were always very friendly and creative and had new and exciting things to present each episode. Series like that taught me a lot of good lessons growing up, and they also taught me that seeing black characters in media was normal.

Now with more media having black characters in them than before in many cases, that exposure to black people is very positive. Lupita Nyongo’s success after 12 Years a Slave meant Mexican media was fawning over her and completely falling over each other to point out that she’s Mexican: she was in fact born here. Besides the hypocrisy of the fact that they would’ve treated her like shit had she tried to start her career here (not to mention how actresses like Salma Hayek condescended to her with “wow her Spanish is surprisingly good!!”), it was really a surprise to see Mexico take pride in her despite her being black, to accept her as a Mexican.

I want to see Black Panther do well in markets outside the US. Wonder Woman was a big hit too and showed that big budget super hero movies with a woman lead can perform even better than movies with male leads. I want to see that happening for a black film like Black Panther, too. I want non black kids to come out of the movie theatres thinking that seeing black characters in media is a normal, positive thing.

Thanks Kitty - T’Challa x Reader

Okay y’all I been thinking of a prompt and I came up with this! Big thanks to @pocmarvelworks​ and @multi-fandom-fiction​ for being my inspiration! This is for you!


“T’Challa, taste these yams!” you ordered, holding out a spoon weighed down by sweet orange mush out to the King of Wakanda.  To many, he was just that - the Black Panther, King of Wakanda but to you? He was your sweet boyfriend.  “Mnandi, this is not necessary.  The food looks great,” He assured you.  “Okay, but does it taste great though?”  T’Challa sighed as you inched the spoon closer to his lips.  He let the spoon enter his lips, and you watched him as he tasted its content.  “Delicious,” he said decidedly, “It has a fantastic taste.”  

“Mhmm - bet you’d like to taste something else,” W’Kabi murmured as he took a quick sip of his wine.  T’Challa smacked him in the bad of his head as he and Okoye tried unsuccessfully to cover their laughs.  You would’ve laughed too, but you had other things on your mind.  “Did you two finish with the decorations?”  “Would we be sitting here if we didn’t?” Okoye responded as she rubbed the ears of Chaki, T’Challa’s pet panther, “(Y/N), you must relax.  This dinner is going to go off without a hitch.”  “Yes,” W’Kabi agreed, “Keep panicking like this and you’ll give yourself an ulcer.”  Chaki purred in agreement.  “I am not panicking.”  “Mhmm, sure,” W’Kabi said sarcastically.  “I think what W’Kabi and Okoye mean is that you are doing so well with the preparations.  What could go wrong under your supervision?” T’Challa amended.  You sighed as you let him wrap his arms around you and kiss your temple.  You knew he was right, but you still weren’t feeling confident enough.

It was the first dinner you were having with your family and T’Challa’s.  Your mother Janet, your grandmother Michelle, your younger sister Aisha and older brother John (along with his four old babygirl Tia) were visiting you in Wakanda for the first time.  They were annoyed at first, as you and T’Challa had to wed in secret due to the risk of assassination at a public wedding, but he did make the announcement a week later (after you had returned from a very steamy honeymoon).  At least your family was forgiving.  And you were so excited, yet so panicked.  Your family visiting your husband’s family in Wakanda for the first time? Wow.  Unfortunately, Bast loved to play tricks.  Your chef, Mumbazi, had gotten sick on the day your family were supposed to be flying in.  Luckily, you were a chef when T’Challa had met you, and old habits do die hard.  

“Okay, I’ve got the Turkey - John’s favorite, I’ve got the Collard Greens - mom’s favorite, I’ve got the yams - grandma’s favorite…wait, where is the Fufu?!”  “Right here,” T’Challa soothed bringing it to the dining table, “next to the Cranberry Sauce - Aisha’s favorite, I know.”  “Okay.  Is the hallway clean?”  “Yes my queen,” one of your other helpers around the palace, M’laka, answered.  “Okay, good!” You felt a lot better now.  “Just in time too, your family’s here,” Ayo called.  You swiftly rushed to the throne room, handing on of the other helpers your apron before they ran off to ready the rest of the food.  T’Challa followed you as you fluffed your puffy afro and straightened the wrinkles in your dress.

You walked into the throne room, looking fabulous and saw your family there with big smiles on your face.  T’Challa smiled as you happily hugged them and kissed them, it was nice for him to finally see you relaxed for the day.  Once your reunion had finally calmed down, Tia noticed Chaki staring at her with inquisitiveness.  “A kitty!” she shouted with joy running toward him with childish joy on her face.  Chaki backed up with distrust and Tia stopped, now sad that the animal didn’t like her.  “He’s just a bit defensive,” T’Challa assured her as he knelt down her level, “Panthers tend to run or bite when they get scared.  Don’t ever run up to one if you don’t know them, okay?”  Tia nodded.  “Good, now make a fist like this,” T’Challa said balling up his hand.  Tia did as he said.  “Good, now we’re going to let him sniff it okay?” “What does he do that?” Tia asked T’Challa as Chaki’s nose lined her fingers, trying to get a sniff.  “Well Panthers have a very strong sense of smell.  He can tell who is who by how they smell, and who he likes.”  Tia laughed as Chaki licked her fingers and purred at her touch.  T’Challa laughed, “See, isn’t he sweet?”  Tia nodded as the panther wrapped himself around her, his body still vibrating with purrs.  

“I see Tia’s met Chaki,” John spoke walking up to T’Challa, “And good too, she’s been wanting a cat.”  T’Challa smiled and the two got acquainted, “Nice to meet you, I am T’Challa, (Y/N)’s new husband.”  “So this is him huh?  He is as cute as you say.” “Aisha,” you chastised.  Your sister had a habit of having literally no filter.  “It’s alright love,” he said, shaking Aisha’s hand, “I have heard much about you too.  It is a pleasure to meet all of you!”  “Likewise,” Aisha said as servants came to take their luggage to their room, “And you got servants too? Damn!” “Oh lord,” your grandmother, Michelle sighed at her daughter’s language.  Tia and John just giggled.  You glared at your older brother, “Do not encourage her.”  Being your older brother, John just continued to snicker.  “Oh yeah,” Aisha said as she linked arms with your husband as you all walked into the palace, “Since we’re pretty much family now, let me all of (Y/N)’s most embarrassing stories.”  “Aisha!” You snapped, glad your melaninated skin was good at hiding your blushes.  “What? He’s your new boothang.  He needs to know.”  “Yes (Y/N),” T’Challa said with false innocence, “I need to know everything about you.”  You glared at the sneaky look he slipped you.  Oh you ain’t gettin’ no pussy for a goodass week, you thought.

Things were soon settled in, and now it was time for dinner.

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Everyone was soon sitting down in their assigned seats and eating, joyfully laughing and talking with on another.  It was pure harmony.  Your mother was talking with T’Challa, who - using his charms, swiftly wore down her anger over your not-wedding.  Your sister was flirting with W’Kabi, who returned it just fine.  And even your grandmother was getting along with Ramonda, both of whom were chatting about their lives.  Yeah, pure harmony.  Your mother, however, soon caught your niece paying a little too much attention to a certain panther.  “Tia, stop playin’ with Chaki and eat ya’ food,” she chastised.  “Sorry grandma,” she apologized, getting couple more rubs in before she and Chaki dug back into their food.

Everyone dismissed it as a child being a child and laughed it off, going back to their food.  However, things swiftly took a turn for the worst.  

Buzz…buzz…

Aw shit, you thought catching sight of an unusually large yellowjacket swirling near one of the light, 3….2…1…and…  

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  Everyone was startled by Tia’s screaming.  John swiftly tried to calm her down as she buried herself deep in his arms.  Chaki growled at the flying insect that brought discontent and fear to his new friend.  T’Challa whistled, catching his pet’s attention, “Chaki! Fetch!”  The panther glared back at the bee before readying himself in his seat.  Once ready, he sprung through the air, catching the bee in his paws, and narrowly missing the light before gracefully landing on all fours.  He beat the insect to death, crushing it over and over with his heavy black paws, giving it one last deafening roar for good measure.  Chaki slowly turned back to us.  I feared the reaction my family would have, but it turns out I was worrying for nothing when they broke out in rousing cheers and applause, followed by the rest of the table.  

“Yay Chaki!” Tia cheered as the panther in praise smugly sauntered back to his seat.  “That is a very impressive panther you’ve got there!” Your mother noticed.  “Oh he doesn’t need me,” T’CHalla spoke, connecting eyes with Chaki, “He does it all on his own.”  Chaki gave a sweet grumble T’Challa’s words.  “Thanks Kitty,” Tia mumbled, kissing Chaki’s nose, making everyone ‘aww’ at the sweetness.  Yeah, you thought, taking a sip of your wine, Thanks Kitty.  


AND that is all folks!  Once again,@pocmarvelworks and @multi-fandom-fiction​, I hope you both especially like this!  I was SEVERELY inspired by the two of you!  Please, please enjoy!  AND PLEASE SHARE AND REBLOG!  I wanna see what other people think!

Rules for Dating Tony (Chapter One)

So I wrote this halfway through #LetterstoBucky when I was just sad for Tony. And then I watched Civil War which made it worse! So this is based sometime after Civil War, and Tony has managed to get nearly every one back to the team and getting along. And because Tony deserves SO MUCH LOVE, the guys come up with a plan for each of them to date Tony.
This is just supposed to be funny and sweet so don’t look too deep into it! The guys are maybe a little out of character, but that’s the beauty of a fic! Each update will be a different date night, so I hope they make you smile.

Check out the MASTERLIST for all the chapters!
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It started innocently enough, with Tony walking in on Bucky, Steve, T’Challa, Clint and Thor all eating breakfast together.

They were talking, or rather, ARGUING, quietly but fiercely among themselves, and shut up the moment he walked through the door.

“Morning boys.” Tony yawned and ran a hand through his early morning fro, really not noticing how they all looked him over, then looked at each other. Well, he might not have noticed if Thor could have been subtle, but they didn’t love the demi-god because he was subtle.

“Good Morrow, Anthony.” he intoned, in that mellow baritone, folding big arms across a bigger chest, and looking Tony over with a smile just short of a leer on his face. Tony blinked at him uncertainly, paused halfway to the coffee machine.

“Thunderboy, stop looking at me like that.” He looked down at himself, at his bare chest and threadbare pajama pants. “What? Is it my pajama pants? They are a little old I guess. Or my slippers? Say what you guys want, but these are easily the most comfortable things I’ve ever worn.” he grinned down fondly at his worn and faded moccasins. “You guys must just be jealous.” He shuffled back out of the kitchen, clutching a steaming coffee close to his chest.

“So one night?” he heard Thor say, and he paused right outside the door, too nosy to ignore the conversation. “Just one?”

“The night before and the morning after and that’s it.” This was definitely T’Challa, that deep voice sounding even lower, huskier in the morning. Tony shivered a little and grinned. The prince was so hot.

“Everybody gets the same amount of time.” Bucky chimed in. “That say it’s as fair as it can be, considering the situation anyway.” Tony could almost see him, all earnest blue eyes and early morning scruff. Adorable.

“Right. And everyone has to do their own thing, no copying anyone else.” From Clint, who had been drinking orange juice straight from the jug. Sometimes Tony thought Clint did shit like that just to make him smile, other times he thought maybe it was because Clint had just about zero manners.

“We will draw numbers to see who gets to go first.” Steve added quietly. “Keep it as random as possible.” Ah yes, there was his favorite stick-in-the-mud Captain. Always one for rules.

“Then yes, count me in as a competitor as well.” Thor announced, banging his cup on the table for emphasis.

Tony thought for a moment that the statement sounded odd, but Thor said a lot of odd things really, so he shrugged it off.

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its necessary that this blog downward spirals into wells jaha madness on every april 2nd (its his death anniversary), because will i ever stop crying over that boy and “earth kills” even after all these years? short answer is, no. long answer is, of course i will not. i’ll cry about him for the rest of my life (while being stuck in a state of denial lets be fucking real). so, since today is happening i thought it would be cool to type up some posts in which i talk about him (believe me there is so much i can and will say), because 1. its always nice to remind people of certain characters - we should definitely never forget about wells, and 2. why the hell not? he is great and i just really love him, so lets do this.

my fixation over small details can be maddening, but what i love about this moment is that, out of all people who stayed behind at the drop ship while jasper, finn, monty, clarke and octavia went off to find mount weather and get some food, it was wells who took note of jasper’s disappearance first when clarke and the others came back. not bellamy or anyone else, but wells.

I think part of the beauty is that wells seems to have an overview of the people already, which makes sense with a father as chancellor who does the same (see: jaha). he is not absentminded, but very much focused on the task at hand. most people hate him for being the chancellors son, but it still feels natural for him to look out for them. so, the shared setting, but separate habit of observation that wells represents make it very clear how he has developed/grown up on the ark and how he approaches certain situations now. he is pulling off a good game in keeping an eye open for this new found group, even when he struggles with finding deeper connections within.

then, we have the scene in the drop ship that is pretty cool as well

another thing about wells, aside from the fact that he is extremely aware of the people around him (he digs a lot of graves okay), is that he is absolutely resourceful. after looking around the drop ship and figuring that when his father told them that they really didn’t leave anything behind was the truth he tries to make use of material himself. the most remarkable part of this scene is that he actually thinks of a way to carry jasper home, which you can read in two ways.

  1. he has hope to find jasper, and wants to make sure that once they have found him they can carry him home safely.
  2. or, if jasper is already dead out there, he still wants to find him to make sure that he can at least dig him a grave, too.

either way. there is a sense of “team work experience” here (a deeply rooted need in how he can provide the team and help them), because wells is not just using his skills and knowledge to prepare himself for the mission, but is working with people together (especially clarke) to set things up in a way that is useful.

the funny thing is that he never gets to carry jasper out in the parachute, especially not a dead jasper.

instead, by the end of the episode we get a scene in which he and finn end up carrying a very alive jasper into camp (see picture below) while bellamy and murphy use the parachute for the dead panther wells shot to protect bellamy.

i forgot how funny and ridiculous these boys were in the first season, but anyway. wells is constantly helping and that’s note-worthy, considering how many people can’t stand him for being the son of the man who floated many of their parents. we don’t see more of him in this episode after this scene btw, but you can bet your ass that he made sure jasper was fine and then went off to get some much needed rest himself. Its been a long day for my bibi after all.

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Bucky x T’Challa

backpack, backpack (t’challa rips bucky’s backpack in two. once he reads the notes that fly out, he won’t fight him. he can’t.) [on AO3]

sparring, cuddles, dinner

sex in a kitchen 

t’challa wants buck to call him daddy 

what you deserve (bucky has a crush, only steve can see it) [on AO3]

bucky and t’challa babysit cassie lang

they claim they aren’t dating, but sam and steve catch them out for dinner

t’challa brings buck to wakanda for a visit 

trying out a new toy

bucky catches t’challa singing in the shower

bucky tries to learn wakandan

bucky is overprotective of t’challa during missions

t’challa gets a text from bucky during a meeting

glass windows, steel blues (t’challa is the ceo of a fortune 500 company. bucky is his new assistant.) [on AO3]

t’challa braids bucky’s hair

soulmate au

bucky and t’challa fight over who gets to ask who out first

t’challa and bucky meet their son

sometimes t’challa just needs to take it

t’challa discovers that bucky is ticklish 

bucky befriends the dora milage

coffee shop au

bucky and t’challa meet their son

t’challa purrs

t’challa talks to bucky while he’s in cryro. bucky hears every word

worthy(bucky doesn’t believe he’s good enough for t’challa, who proves him wrong) [on AO3]

bucky and t’challa try to get their son to walk. uncle steve helps

domesticity 

sleeping bucky 

t’challa headcanons

high school au

honeymoon headcanons

bucky shows t’challa the lion king

nat and steve give t’challa the shovel talk

bucky is very messy, it annoys t’challa. a lot. 

bucky gets his wisdom teeth out 

warmth(bucky and t’challa like to spar. bucky likes to let him win) [on AO3]

cat au

Bucky x Steve x T’Challa

steve and bucky like t’challa. a lot. 

steve and bucky struggle with the washer and dryer