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if kanye wasn’t canceled before, he’s definitely canceled now. abolish the 13th amendment my ass. 

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           IF YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THEN, YOU WOULDN’T NOW.

                          LOVED BY DESTINY

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think i might add nikki to a separate wrassling blog...with like 2 more people :x. shut up don’t even comment on my actions. i just feel like she should be separate from here seeing as i mostly have characters that i’ve either created myself of my marvel babes. so there’s that.

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                  🖤💓 The HART L E G A C Y will live on through ME.                           

                                                                          ——written by Amber 🖤💓

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                                                         ( © )  I’m a f e r r a r i ｡                                                     Pulled off on Mulholland Drive ｡                                     Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here｡

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@CollegeGameDay:  WWE Universal Champion @WWERomanReigns is READY to take the stage to make some picks! (x)

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                        ❝   ———    Sasquatch    Godzilla    King King    Loch Ness    Goblin    Ghoul    a zombie    with    no    conscience    Question?    What    do    all    these    things    have    in    common?    Everyone    knows    I’M    A    MOTHERFUCKING    MONSTER.    // established    in    september    2018.       written    by    king.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS/ OPPOSITES !!!!

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DIAMOND AESTHETIC 001.

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STORMS CLOSET 001.

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inkhosi‌:

‣          𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁,   @luredkisses  ?

he’s getting exhausted. there are too many names to remember, faces to assemble. pieces in the mind like jigsaws that don’t quite fit. used to be less and less acquainted with diplomacies back when his father was still sitting on the throne, he doesn’t have any excuse to evade the greetings anymore at this point. the united nation proffers more than what he needs, networks that would only extend their hands to wakanda when they’re in need of the devices and knowledge. that’s frankly quite a bitter pill to swallow, if he could be honest, knowing so well that opening his country to the global level would require a notch of saccharine tongue to match. this is one of the instances where he wishes peace and quiet were concepts that he could afford. alas, it was a decision made, a decision done. the ounce of regret is directed more towards the exhaustive hand shaking, perhaps.

but this meeting is different. knowing too well that he would be invited to the renewal of the united nation’s decisions on registration acts, he prepares himself. braces himself. memories that deluge like no other; panic attacks that tiptoe along the rim of his conscious. okoye has been sending him glances that he’s recognized as masked worries, but he pretends to not spot that since the beginning. speaking in public is one thing to get used to, but pretending in public is another issue that he has yet to handle with care. his forte lies in stagnancy, the void of emotions that swells like the nausea that only expands in his stomach. he has to prevent himself from lurching forward in the nonexistent threat of a bomb, expecting himself to protect everyone in the room so that they don’t have to face the same fate as his father did.

until he spots those faces. he knows they’re not there for the accord signing, having refused the entirety of disclosure towards the mutantkind. at first, he believes that his eyes are playing tricks on him when he sees her. gaze fixated, she feels more like a mirage in the desert than not. he expects the image to dissolve. but it doesn’t happen. she’s there in the stead of the youth they once shared in a country foreign to both of them. he sends a signal to okoye, wanting to be left alone before moving rapidly, meandering through the eager crowd that wishes to be more acquainted with the king of wakanda himself. he looks at her, the disguise she’s wearing a mere shape of distraction. ❛ ororo, ❜ he speaks, barely above a whisper. and that’s when the other faces dawn on him. he scans their surrounding, spotting more of her companions. ❛ you’re with… the x-men. ❜

there is no telling what could happen at an event like this. a public professional setting where some of the most important leaders of the world were going to be attending. people who didn’t necessarily take too kindly to people like her. they praise you for helping save them but want no parts of anyone with the mutant x gene living in the same space as them. the hypocrisy of some folk. but the goal of the night wasn’t to cause any trouble, because that was the last thing that anyone needed. although, nothing good can come out of them just popping into an event they weren’t invite to but who would really have the guts to try and make them leave....exactly. 

she doesn’t really understand the point of having meetings such as this. was it just meant for people to dress up in some shit fancy clothing and put on an act like they really cared about others or even their own damn country. not knowing what to expect when walking into the room her and her crew if you would say mostly stayed in the back area wanting to not cause as much of a frenzy, as if that would stop the wondering eyes that gave them many looks that weren’t justified. you would think a group of mutants wearing all black would be normal, well at least to them. 

eyes scanning the room and landing on one people in particular. it was as if her sight was playing tricks on her. she couldn’t believe it - could that be him? such a familiar face that she hasn’t seen in a long time. years practically and with her gaze you would’ve thought the woman just saw a ghost. snapping out of it she took a deep breath and turned to gather the thoughts that were tearing her mind apart. the soft spoken voice she could never forget caused her eyes to light up when she heard him call her name. turning to look him in the face. ‘ t’challa.. ’ his question didn’t come surprise to her. ‘ yeah, i’ve joined my people... ’

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steelbelief‌:

        ❛    are you interested?    ❜   her chin lifts, a slight scant to her head as she regards her, eyebrows lift.   ❛    in my job, i mean to say. since you seem very curious.    ❜

   ‘ i’d love to have your job, but i think i was brought here for things that do more than just saving your people and my people. ’

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nigandan‌:

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They kept her in chains like an animal. Locked within a cell where she very rarely saw the light of day, unless it was to be tested on. Questioned like she was a clueless child who had lost track of their mother. And she hated every moment of it. It felt as if she was under Erik’s rule once more, only pulled from her chains when they wanted to use her for the information she had or to be gawked at by other Wakandan allies. Every time she thrashed at a guard or threatened someone’s safety she was overloaded to the point where it became unbearable to even speak. The curse he had placed within her became an even larger burden than before, and Zenzi was very bitter about it.

She wallowed in her bitter defeat, ensuring any and everyone who came into contact with her felt the brunt of her anger. The one they called Ororo was no different, even if she was the former wife of  T’Challa. Alongside being a very powerful force to be reckoned with. Not that it mattered to the Nigandan prisoner, anyway. She wasn’t immune to her rage. Speaking of the mutant in question, she made her way into Zenzi’s chamber, towering over the chained woman and watching her closely. A cold laugh, left her lips, tilting her head to one side as she glared up at the woman. “Gawking at people is extremely rude, but I do not expect much from someone of your stature,” she boasted.

this was a mouthy one that ororo had on her hands. disrespecting the guards at every chance she got wasn’t making the situation any better for her. the longer she was locked away was all thanks to ororo, because there was only so much she could take from the annoying peasant. stepping into the cell that poor little zenzi was assigned to, she couldn’t help herself from laughing at the comment the woman made. ‘ you see, things would be so much easier if you didn’t make stupid, sly comments like that. you’ve honestly caused this all on yourself. so, congrats. ’ circling the helpless woman, she eyed her up and down to examine the condition she was in. after all, she had been chained up for a few days now. ‘ i really think you need to lighten up sweetie. this attitude is only going to get you into so much more trouble. ’

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so i’m sitting here watching ahs and doing drafts, and something just dawns on me. they saved beverly the news reporter right? BUT THEY DIDN’T SAVE LANA WINTERS??? lana has magically made her way into so many seasons but now y’all don’t want to save her. 

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i’m just patiently waiting for them to upload episode 3 of the pu.rge to youtube, and all they want to do is show the opening scene. ain’t this a bitch.