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there's no way this hasn't been done yet but come on, she is the epitome of this tweet

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just found out tems 5’9 🥵 tall drink of water!

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Under the Christmas Tree (movie)

2021 movie Christmas, romance, drama.

Plot points:

Holiday (Christmas)

Competition

Career oriented woman

Small town romance

Set in Camden, Maine, USA

Lifetime movie

Interracial lesbian couple (main)

Black sapphic characters:

Charlie (Tattiawna Jones)

Connections:

Charlie x Alma (interracial lesbian)

Sex & Nudity - Very Mild

Kissing

Joke about harnesses

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - None

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - None

Frightening & Intense Scenes - None

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knew little simz and i were meant to be when nardwuar gave her the gangsta boo album

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Lady Rappers!

Kelis, Little Simz, Tierra Whack, M.I.A., Janelle Monáe, MC Lyte, Lauryn Hill, Lady Sovereign, and Missy Elliott.

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want little simz so dang bad 😭

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me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

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updated 6.21.2023

🫶🏾  fluff  🥀 angst 

🥵 smut  🔦  dark themes

coming soon

  🫶🏾  dance for you featuring a Black feminine reader

  🫶🏾  stick and poke featuring a Black feminine reader

 🫶🏾 think about me featuring a Black feminine reader

coming soon

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POV: Lila's wearing your favorite color

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if i didn't format or have to make gifs sometimes, i would be able to post on here sooooo much more man

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21. "we've done worse" | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: The words that broke you.

Rating : PG-13

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 558

A/N: Seeing as this is an entire series now, I'm going to need a name for it. Suggestions?

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

It had been six months since you gave in, let the walls close around you, and called it life. The marble countertops and sleek furniture were supposed to signify stability, success, even love. But you knew better. This wasn’t a life; it was a holding pattern.

You had stopped working long ago, Riri’s insistence that she’d “handle everything” making that decision for you. The only part of your old self that remained was your evening dental assistant classes. Even that felt more like a privilege Riri allowed you than a goal you were working toward. She’d moved you into a beautiful apartment, draped you in jewelry, and left you to sit with the loneliness of it all. Most days, she was gone—doing whatever it was that brought in the money. You stopped asking.

But today, it was impossible to ignore how alone you were. It was the anniversary of Monica’s death—one year since the robbery that had taken her life. You hadn’t even been able to attend her funeral, locked away in a cell while her family mourned. That pain, that absence, lived in your chest, sharper than ever.

You had asked Riri to be with you today. You asked her to come with you to the candle-lighting at Monica’s auntie’s house. She had agreed, but as always, there was a caveat. “I gotta take care of something real quick,” she’d said before disappearing for hours.

By the time the clock struck eight, the gathering was over. You stared at your phone, the missed moments heavy in your chest, before dialing her again. When she finally picked up, her voice was impatient.

“What?”

Your words caught in your throat before tumbling out. “I missed it, Riri. The candle-lighting. Monica’s family—her auntie asked about me, and I wasn’t—”

Riri snorted, cutting you off. “And? We’ve done worse.”

The casual cruelty of it hit you harder than you expected. “Are you serious right now?” you whispered, but she had already hung up.

The silence in the apartment was suffocating. Her words echoed in your head, mingling with the grief and frustration that never seemed to let up. It was getting ridiculous—no, it had been ridiculous for a long time.

You put the phone down and stared at the empty space around you. Every gift, every luxury Riri provided felt like a mockery now. She wasn’t here. She was never really here.

Your chest heaved as you tried to breathe through the anger and sadness coursing through you. Something inside you shifted, broke, and you found yourself heading to the bedroom. The bag you’d packed and unpacked so many times before sat at the back of the closet. This time, your hands didn’t hesitate. You threw in your clothes, toiletries, and anything else you could grab.

The act of packing felt final in a way it hadn’t before. You weren’t even sure where you’d go, but staying here was no longer an option. This place, this life, Riri’s dismissiveness—it was erasing you. You couldn’t let it.

When the bag was full, you zipped it up and stood there for a moment, staring at the door. The weight of your decision settled over you, but it didn’t feel as heavy as staying would have.

This time, you weren’t waiting for an apology or a promise. This time, you were leaving for yourself.

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20. "I saw your eyes light up" | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: How do you know when you’ve found the person who changes everything?

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, fluff

Word Count: 318

A/N: This may be late as hell, but I will be finishing Fictober by any means possible. Hopefully with the bit of time I get off work, I may begin cleaning out my Drive.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly@prettymrswright@onyxstones-world

The beach was perfect—the soft crash of waves, the salty air, a warm breeze that had everyone relaxed and sun-soaked as they watched you and Letitia standing barefoot in the sand. She’d gone for a blush toned suit, the sleeves pushed up, but right now, she was frantically patting down every pocket, looking terrified.

Just as you were about to reach out and help, she finally pulled a crumpled piece of paper from an inside pocket, letting out a huge sigh of relief that had everyone, including you, cracking up. Letitia grinned, a little embarrassed, and waved a hand. “Alright, alright, you lot don’t need to laugh so hard.”

She unfolded the paper and looked at you with that mix of focus and warmth that always made you feel seen. “So,” she began, her voice a little softer, “I think I knew you were the one that day you gave me a tour of your art studio.” She shook her head, smiling to herself. “You were just showing me your favorite colors, textures, the way light moved across the walls, and so on. I saw your eyes light up—you were so enthralled, just talking about what made you happy.”

Letitia paused, catching her breath, and a tenderness filled her expression. “I thought then, ‘Someone who loves this deeply, who finds so much passion in little things… I could trust her with my heart.’ And so I did.”

The breeze ruffled her paper, and she smiled, grounding herself with a small breath. “So here’s my promise: I’m here to keep showing up, to love you in all the quiet ways and be around for every little thing that lights you up. Simple as that.”

She folded the vows back up and leaned forward to squeeze your hands in hers, her eyes soft and steady on yours as a small smile tugged at her lips, as if to say everything else was already understood.

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how i feel when i get 4 notes on a post

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ur gonna be popular

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*writes a sentence or two after writing nothing for days*