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Marvel’s Black Panther: “UN Meet and Greet” Exclusive Deleted Scene (X)

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I think ur tag thing still doesnt work ! Putting fics from how to get away with murder instead ^^

wow what the fuck, dfsgdhf im just gonna turn this thing off ahah thanks for telling me anon

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I don't know if you're aware but this blog isn't putting out everpanther fics but fics for a different show

lmao i havent been on this blog forever but wildt i mustve fucked up on smthn thanks for telling me!

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#no context deleted scene

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[Everpanther] My Cat King

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Everpanther - T’challa/Everett doodles dari twitter w

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The King and Agent | EverPanther

“I like you, I really do.”

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two lost souls meeting in the middle

Summary: Everett receives his words a long time, but T’Challa just finds out, and is surprised that Everett’s soulmate isn’t interested in him. (Everett x T’Challa)

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Witblits

For @orysbaratheon

Prompt: Everett speaking Xhosa fluently to the surprise of others/ T’Challa being proud of his husband.

Words: 977

It was a large room made small by the lifelong bonds the people present had forged over the many years. T’Challa stood proud to be not only the king but a friend to many of the individuals there. He spotted W’Kabi talking to the leader of the river tribe. Shuri was showing off new tech to some of M'Baku’s men. They seemed impressed. His mother sat in a large seating area, indulging in Wakandan politics with some of the other tribe leaders. She looked beautiful. It was a social gathering. Not everyone was present, but T’Challa’s family was there. He decided to be a spectator for most of the night. If anyone greeted him or came up to him to spark friendly conversation, then T’Challa indulged them. Needless to say his mind was elsewhere. That was until around 10 pm. The clearing of familiar a throat to his left practically made his ears perk up. T’Challa gave Everett the due justice of a full head turn. Everett wore a deep purple suit made with fabric from Wakanda and designed with thin silver triangles, glinting in the dim orange light of the room. His hair was combed back and he had a bright smile plastered on his face.

“Thanks for finally joining us.”

T’Challa spoke, happy to finally see Everett with him

“Don’t scold me I brought gifts.”

Everett handed T’Challa a glass of clear liquid. T’Challa sipped, wincing as it trickled down his throat.

“The bartender said it’s the best in the house.”

Everett spoke as he watched T’Challa’s face scrunch up.

“And you believed them?”

T’Challa coughed the drink out of his system and Everett’s face fell.

“I haven’t had Witblits since I was a young man.”

T’Challa laughed and clapped Everett on the shoulder.

“You need to brush up on your Wakandan culture, foreigner.”

“Foreigner? I think that drinks gone to your head my friend.”

They both laughed, Everett taking his own sip of the horrid drink.

Shuri spotted Everett and left the men to greet him with a little handshake.

“We didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

Everett passed a confused look from Shuri to T’Challa.

“Define ‘we’, I attend parties.”

“Yeah. Political parties. I haven’t seen you outside of a business suit since you were nearly paralyzed.”

T’Challa gave his little sister a disapproving look.

“Were those men bothering you?”

Everett looked passed Shuri’s shoulder to the two men she was conversing with, whose eyes seemed to keep catching his. Shuri shrugged her shoulders.

“Nah they’re cool.”

“I don’t think they like that we’ve whisked you away. “

“Then I should probably get back to them. You know how short the male attention span is.”

Everett raised his eyebrows, agreeing.

Just as Shuri turned around the two men began to get up from their seats, walking straight for the trio. Everett could see by their dress that they were M'Baku’s men, but he didn’t know their names or recognize their faces.

They greeted T’Challa as their king, but dismissed Everett altogether, like he wasn’t there. Then one of them said something Everett couldn’t quite understand. He’d practiced learning the language for the last few months he’d stayed in Wakanda, but he rarely spoke out in public and definitely didn’t know every word in the dictionary. He recognized the phrase “you invite” in the past tense, and then a word he couldn’t quite place, yet it sounded familiar, like he’d heard it somewhere before only recently. This was followed by words he heard a lot in the meetings he attended. Something about their tribe and Wakanda. He strained his mind in the short seconds after he heard the man speak, watching T'Challa’s face change subtly from mild mannered to cold steel. Little forest mice she called it. Earlier that week Everett visited the village where he met a dressmaker to tailor some new clothes for him. He had seen a large green snake in the shadows of the trees on his way over to her. He recounted this to the local woman, who thankfully understood english. She said snakes slithered about and were relatively harmless unless provoked. She said they ate rabbits and little forest mice, like porcupines. Hedgehog. He’d called him a hedgehog. Everett’s train of thought had lasted a couple seconds in real time, because T’Challa was barely opening his mouth to retaliate when he interrupted and spoke the little Xhosa he knew, the cheap drink giving him false confidence on his speaking skills.

“I’d be careful what hedgehog you go after. I’ve got a panther at my side.”

The two men turned their attention to Everett, who downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, holding the glass with his left hand so that they saw his ring before he slammed the empty glass on a nearby stand, all without breaking eye contact with them. The men glanced from Everett’s serious expression to T’Challa.

“What he said.”

T’Challa responded in english with an ear to ear smirk on his face. The men proceeded to walk away, glaring at Everett as they passed.

Shuri looked at Everett with a mixture of confusion and awe. She almost remarked on his Xhosa being nearly perfect, but settled on just giving him a high five and then walking away.

Everett faced T’Challa with a small smile, watching Shuri leave to join the rest of the party.

“That was weird.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Maybe we should skip the rest of the party.”

Everett eyed T’Challa, who looked to have a permanent smile on his face and a certain twinkle in his eyes. Everett shook his head, laughing.

“That drink definitely went to your head. Come on. I want to say hi to your mother.”

Everett took T’Challa’s hand in his and the two made their way across the room, joining the rest of the fun.

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“Everett? Are you still there? Where did you go?

Oh,

Well I’ll leave you two alone then.”

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“The King does what he wants,”

…it also helps to be tall

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After watching Black Panther for the 7th time, I just really need to make a post to talk about how much I LOVE T’Challa and why.

There is just so much kindness, mercy, understanding, forgiveness, and self awareness in him.

In the two times he has been challenged in ritual combat, which you can win by yield or death, T’Challa has never fought to kill no matter who it is challenging him. When M’Baku says he would rather die than yield in the fight, it is T’Challa who reminds M’Baku that “your people need you” and he tells him to yield so he doesn’t have to kill him. It is the same thing with Killmonger, T’Challa at first gives him a way out, then during the fight he could have struck him down but tells him to yield and lets him get up. These are people fighting to take his throne from him yet he would not take the easy way out with a justified ritual killing. These are people that are basically willing to kill him and wouldn’t give him the chance to yield yet he will still give it to them.

This is the same man who could justifiably let an outsider like Ross just die and keep Wakanda safe but instead would risk that because he couldn’t just stand by and walk away from a dying man knowing he could do something.

This is the same man who gave his enemy a deathly blow yet still takes him up to watch the sunset and offer to heal him because this didn’t have to be the end.

This is the same man who saw how his own vengeance had nearly consumed himself and watched others being consumed by theirs and chose to change.

This is the same man who stood up to the traditions of his ancestors that he was so dutiful to because he saw what it did to other people and knew it was wrong and would rather do what is right than what is easy.

I remember Thor once said in the Dark World movie that “I rather be a good man than a great King” and T’Chaka in this movie says “it is hard for a good man to be King”, and yet T’Challa found a way to make it work. Being a GOOD man is what ends up making him a GREAT King.

A good man listens to others and is self aware enough to know and acknowledge when things are wrong and need to change. T’Challa goes through this movie listening to people, taking in everything around him from the “good guys” and the “bad guys” alike because the world is complex, the world is often all about compromises and differences, yet he is able to take in all of that and say we can find a way to do better and give everyone what they need.

T’Challa is the kind of person I aspire to be. The role model we need. 

We are not all knowing, we are not all perfect, but we can learn, we can change, we can try to understand the world and make it better without losing our kindness and our humanity.

T’Challa is not perfect, he doesn’t claim to be, he makes his mistakes too and he has flaws, but his ability to recognize the flaws and change accordingly, his ability to empathize with others and find a better way, that is what makes him a true hero.

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ahh i’ve been so busy with work and school lately but i’ll be sure to reblog a bunch of stuff this weekend.

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Tried my hand at the ‘Draw your otp’ There is not enough of this ship so here is some art.