#killmongerwasright

[shibainu2006]

OKAY, I KNOW KILLMONGER WAS A BAD GUY, BUT HE RAISED REALLY GOOD POINTS!!

Like when he mentioned how all the African artifacts in that museum were stolen.

Cause they were.

Every museum has stolen shit.

No one ever wants to talk about it, though.

No one wants to bring it up.

How did those African artifacts get there?

Why were mummies taken from their resting place? Isn't that a bit disrespectful?

Not everything is for everyone to see and know.

Humans have too much knowledge as it is, and look what we're doing with it.

All the new knowledge we get, we use to exploit others.

Let's talk about the things that no one wants to talk about.

Let's bring all the uncomfortable shit up.

Open your eyes and see that you need to stop hitting snooze on the wake-up calls given to you.

I may be young, but I am by no means stupid or ignorant.

My mother taught me what goes on, I've seen it, and I've read it.

I have put two and two together too many times for someone to tell me it's wrong.

Everything just needs to go untouched.

Unchanged if it's not hurting anyone.

There's a way this world should be, and it isn't the way it should be.

But everyone doesn't wanna leave their comfort zones to make a change, but then they complain about how it is.

Be silent if you won't move to make waves in this world.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Mentally and emotionally mature individuals with fully developed brains understand that generalizing and lumping a wide spectrum of perspectives, such as those held by people who enjoy a character, into one group and labeling them with a derogatory name like ‘stan’, is already a misstep. So already we’re getting a hint that this is not the person to rely on for brilliant takes. But then they come out the gate with this vanilla whole milk frappe fake woke zero espresso nonsense that boils down to them wishing the character they hate was fat or non-white, because they think it would turn off his white fans. I’m gonna leave the fat part for now and focus on the ‘if Billy were a poc’.

This take concerns itself only with white (and presumably skinny) fans, which unfortunately follows the trend of people who are unnecessarily hostile towards Billy fans willfully ignoring black fans from Billy’s sympathetic populace, and erasing their voices from their “hating this character is the only way to be an anti-racist” rhetoric; when they aren’t falling off the other end of the spectrum and being outright hostile when they call us uncle toms or tell us we’re obviously in the sunken place. But how do we know that this take is only thinking about these hypothetical white “stans” who only like Billy because he’s attractive and white?

Because all you need to do is look at Daniel Kaluuya’s IMBD page if you need proof that black people (and other pocs) have no problem rooting for complicated and morally questionable characters of color, that the majority audience has no problem villainizing and finding completely contemptible. Like come the fuck again, it would be harder for me to name a black character I loved who wasn’t villanized in some fashion by the narrative whom at some point I didn’t have to defend to my white peers. If I only had a dollar for every time I had some version of the discussion that, like yes, I know Character is a so called ‘violent thug’ but you saw how that money was paying for his mom’s insulin and keeping his little brother in school!!!

Like, nothing about Billy being cast as a poc would change how my black ass feels about his character for the worse, especially not a black man. You feel me? In fact it’s probably the only thing that could make me ride for this character harder. 😂 Clearly this person was not hanging out in the same spaces I was when Black Panther dropped and #KillmongerWasRight was making all the white folks nervous. And tell you what, my experience has taught me that jokes aside people of color are never alone in those spaces. There are white folks who see the nuances, understand the struggles and meet us there. Like it is entirely possible and does happen that white people are able to find empathy and sympathy for complicated characters of color.

The fact that OP seems to believe that this doesn’t happen, and that simply casting a person of color would have made a teenage victim of abuse unrecognizable as a character of sympathy says way more about them than anything else.

Lost any respect I had for this artist after this tag about Billy. Wishing fatphobia and racism upon a character just so more people would hate him when you claim to be anti-racist is disgusting.

There’s something to be said about people being more forgiving towards Billy because he’s conventionally attractive, but wishing people would be racist towards him instead is not the hot take you think it is. Fuck off. I can’t even verbalize how angry it makes me that you could claim to take issue with the racism in stranger things and then post something like this.

[mistavybe]

Day 3: Favourite Villian

→ Erik Stevens AKA Killmonger from Black Panther

Birth Name: N'Jadaka son of Prince N’Jobu

FYI: CLICK HERE to see OP @quxntumvandyne’s original 30 Days Of MCU Challenge posts 😉.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik is a Sub and Reader is a Dom.

This will definitely be two parts because I want to be very thorough.

Mama? Can I eat your pussy, please?

It was a terribly busy day at the office. Phones were going off the hook, meetings were being held, and paperwork needed finishing. Y/N was currently in her management office on the 10th floor in Cyber Security. She started as an Analyst when she first got the job at the age of 23 and now she was an Information Security Manager. Security Managers play a key role in avoiding security disasters by identifying any areas that might make your information systems vulnerable. These are the professionals who are tasked with assessing current security measures and mitigating future attacks against your company's computers, networks, and data.

Jimmy Choo suede pumps on her feet, high waisted midi pencil skirt hugging her hips tightly, and satin blouse stretched over her copious chest, Y/N paced the floor. The Infinity Shag Onyx Black Rug on her office floor masked the sound of her heels as she walked back and forth, her eyes on her phone from the text message that came through. It was from one of the new hires; an Analyst by the name of Candice. Such a sweet girl. Very sexy too. Nice and thick, short curly fro, a pretty round face, and lips so full she could probably suck a golf ball through a straw. Y/N has a thing for full lips on women and men. Y/N typed out a quick reply to the chick before taking her seat again so she could check her emails.

Candy, mama is working really hard, okay sweetie? Save that appetite for lunch break.

Y/N put her phone on the charger and went to work answering other company managers and clients back via email. That literally took up an hour of her time. Now, she was currently waiting to be pinged into a video conference that would take another hour and a half to get through. Y/N was growing tired already. Thirty minutes before her video conference began, Candice sent her another text with a picture attached to it. Y/N side-eyes the phone, picking it up swiftly to see what this little girl was up to now.

See? This is what’s happening to me right now just thinking about sucking and licking your pussy for you, mama. Please, let me serve you in the quiet room! My mouth is drooling for your sweet pussy juices.

“You nasty little girl,” She spoke softly as her eyes focused on the phat pussy Candice had between her succulent thighs. Her tiny labia and clit were engulfed by those plump lips. Two sets of fullness; one on her face and one between her legs.

“Fuck,” Y/N licked the brown butter gloss by NYX off her lips from how much she nibbled and licked on them because of Candy’s raunchy photo. Glancing at the time on her phone, she could get in a quick session before the conference. She was going to make Candice work for it too since she fucking begged so much. Flipping her silk pressed hair back, Y/N gets up from her desk chair, walking with her phone in hand around the large glass desk and out the double glass doors to her office. The usual tech sounds and phones ringing filled her ears as she walked down the aisle that split the room into two sides with the same set of cubicles for all the Analysts, and Web Developing Crew. In the second to last row, three cubicles down, was where Candice resides. She had a headset over her head, short curly fro is crinkled from a braid out she did the other night. The turtle neck dress she wore left nothing to the imagination and the ALDO Loviecia open toe shoes on her feet gave Y/N a peek at the pretty mauve color on her toes.

Y/N placed a single squared red acrylic nail on the desk in eyeshot, tapping it lightly with her other hand on her curvy hip. Candice smiles softly at her computer before turning to her boss, with worry in her eyes.

“Hello, Miss Y/N, is something wrong with the network again?” She spoke in a silvery smooth tone. Very tranquil.

“No, but I think you need to come along with me, Miss Williams, I have about twenty-five minutes before my video conference so I suggest you move swiftly.”

Thank God for cubicles because this office was filled with nosy people. Y/N never did this with someone she worked with. On the job “relationships” weren’t the best to have but Y/N couldn’t resist the looks Candice gave her. Candice got up from her seat, following behind Y/N and through a set of doors that led to restrooms, the break rooms, and finally, two quiet rooms. There were two on each floor for Employees to escape to. Y/N entered one of the rooms, holding the door open for Candice before shutting it behind her and locking it. Candice stood facing her Mama, back straight and eyes were unblinking.

“Candice, you little slut,” Y/N seductively walks up to Candice causing the girl to swallow spit, eyes fighting to drag up and down Y/N’s gorgeous body.

“Didn’t mama tell you that I was busy?” Y/N spoke in an even tone.

“Yes, mama,” Candice answers, “But I’m so horny-“

“On your knees, now.” Y/N walks away towards a suede olive green sofa. They really needed to re-decorate these rooms, the color scheme was awful. Y/N looked through a wall mirror, spotting Candice on her knees behind her. Y/N toyed with her hair before giving Candice more instructions to follow.

“Crawl to me.”

Y/N could hear Candice moving closer. Finally, she felt the girls heat against the back of her exposed calves. Y/N arched over the couch, her ass poked out at Candice. Candice took in a sharp breath at that sight.

“Get up and unzip my skirt. Do it slowly, mama wants you to focus on what your unwrapping, sweetie.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Good Girl.”

Y/N could feel Candice reach behind her while still in a kneeled position, grabbing that tiny zipper and ever so gently pull it down. Candice watched as the material began to peel apart to reveal the crammed cheeks of Y/N. All that ass spilled out and damn near smacked Candice in the face.

“Mama, you’re ass is getting fatter,” Candice spoke with a shaky tone. Y/N had on a black lace thong that disappeared between both cheeks.

“Thank you, princess. Don’t worry, your face will be in between my ass soon enough. Now...pull my thong off completely.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Good Girl.”

Candice removes the thong.

“Lick the crotch of my thong.”

Candice wasted no time to pull the fabric apart, licking Y/N’s wet crotch. It tasted like her; sweet and tangy like pineapples. This woman drove her crazy.

“Such a nasty little bitch. I bet you would suck on the crotch of my panties if I told you too, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mama. I’d do anything you told me to.”

“So, you would let my underwear sit in that mouth so you can drool all over it?”

“Yes, Mama, oh my God, yes,” Candice was grabbing her breasts now and rubbing her thighs together.

“Don’t touch yourself. You want to give it to Mama, right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then you only get to please Mama. Pulling me away from my work because you want some pussy in your mouth. So damn nasty, shame on you, Candy.”

Candice had a pout on her lips, “I’m sorry, Mama.”

Y/N squatted on the couch, her phat puss and ass hanging over the edge of it.

“Get over here and eat this pussy. Eat me like you’re starving since you’re drooling so fucking much.”

Candice crawled to her, turning around to lay her head back so Y/N could rest her pussy onto Candy’s mouth.

“Open up, sweetie.”

Candice opens her mouth.

“Don’t touch me unless I tell you to, bitch.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Y/N sat that pussy on Candy’s full lips. The girl went to work placing soft kisses there; lingering kisses. Y/N bit down on her lip. Candice used the strength of her tongue to part the phat lips, Y/N’s large labia and clit resting against her saliva-coated tongue. She starts to french kiss her inner folds, Y/N’s juices leaking into her mouth over and over.

“Mmm, that’s right, eat my pussy like that.”

Candice would alternate between french kissing on Y/N’s labia and clit and flicking it with her tongue. The girl was working those jaws to give Y/N exactly what she wanted and then some. Y/N could hear Candy’s lips smacking and she just knew that from the vision Candice received that the girls tongue was swimming in her juices. Candy always had Y/N wet as fuck.

“Suck on my fucking pussy, bitch.” Y/N spoke in a dominant tone.

“Like this, Mama?” Candice showed her how she thought Mama wanted to be sucked. As soon as those full lips wrapped around her clit and pulled, Y/N shuttered, ass cheeks clenching and asshole winking from how much she convulsed.

“Just like that, oh, you working me, girl, you’re sucking me up!”

Candy sucked on Y/N’s clit like she was sucking on a jolly rancher. Y/N would ride her face, causing her clit to pop out of Candy’s mouth only for the girl to suck on again.

“You’re stroking the fuck out of my clit with that slutty little mouth of yours. You’re gonna make Mama cum all over your pretty face since you’re so hungry for this tasty pussy!”

Now Candice alternated between sucking and flicking her tongue on Y/N’s engorged clit and inner folds.

“Yesss! Yesss!” Y/N slaps her own ass, “oh, you bitch, you nasty little bitch I’m cumming!”

She could feel her cream and liquid oozing from her pussy. Candice wrapped her entire mouth over Y/N’s inner pussy, sucking like those fishes stuck to the side of the tank. She had Y/N’s eyes rolling back, another cum so close behind the one she just had.

“Look at you! You’re so hungry, sweetie! Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes, oh my God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh my God, Yes!”

And Y/N sure did cum. More than the last time. The shit was spilling down the sides of Candy’s face. Candice only used her mouth to work her Mama to orgasm. Y/N lifts her sweaty face from the couch cushion to check her phone in hand. She had about eight minutes to get her pussy out of Candy’s mouth before the girl took it up a notch and ate her pussy again. Y/N just knew that Candice was sopping wet. Y/N will reward her.

“Get up and wipe your face off, sweetie.”

Candice lifts from the floor, grabbing some Kleenex from the coffee table covered in magazines to wipe her face off. Instead of wiping her lips, she licked them, wanting to get the last bits of her Mama’s juices off her lips. Y/N put her skirt back on and thong, her pussy lips twitching from cumming twice and wanting more. She turned to the mirror, fixing her hair quickly before leading the way out of the room.

“I want you to go to that bathroom and put the vibrator inside of you. I will control it from my desk,” Y/N grabs Candy’s neck, pulling her towards her to kiss those luscious lips.

“Mmm, I can still taste myself,” Y/N whispers in Candy’s ear, “Do what I say so I can make that phat pussy cum, Candy.”

“Yes, Mama,” Candice was in a trance. When Y/N let go, Candice almost lost balance. She clutched the wall and watched Y/N, her Dom, walk away with a switch in her hips and back to her office. Candice wasted no time to grab her vibrator from her purse so Y/N could control it from her office.

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She made it just in time.

The minute she returned to her seat at her desk the ping popped up, Y/N accepting it and watching the Wakandan Outreach logo swirl on her screen before all managers popped up in the live video. There were two other videos to wait for. One was for King T’Challa, the other for Prince N’Jadaka. Y/N said her hellos to the other managers from other floors except for the very top floor; the 15th floor. That floor belonged to the CEO, CFO, and the Chairmen of the company. There was limited access on that floor with gel fingerprint analysis and eye scan that the Cyber Security Department themselves constructed.

A dinging sound caught her ears, letting her know that both the King and Prince; CEO and CFO, were arriving in live video. However, only one showed up this time. It was Prince N’Jadaka. King T’Challa’s video was still dark and not in use.

“Good afternoon, Molo ngokuhlwa,” The CEO and CFO always greeted everyone in both English and Xhosa. Y/N wanted to fully learn Xhosa to be more fluent. They offered classes there at the outreach to teach the Wakandan language. Everyone said Good afternoons the exact same way. Prince N’Jadaka was currently standing in front of the holographic screen that he used to talk with everyone. Something the Software Systems Developers on the 9th floor created. They worked closely with Cyber Security.

“I’ll keep this brief since the King isn’t here. He had to visit the UN. So don’t worry, I won’t keep y’all for an hour. Thank me later.”

Everyone laughed at that.

“Now, as you all know we are trying to tackle and control violence. There was a hacking attempt that could have jeopardized every single department here at the OutReach. Besides Stark Enterprises, we are one of the most wealthiest Companies in the world.”

Y/N used to intern for Stark Enterprise while she was in college earning her degree in Cyber Security. When she found out about the OutReach almost four years ago, she was among the first individuals to be hired. Now, she was staring at the CFO and Prince who moved her up rank because she did such an amazing job. She never got the chance to personally thank Prince N’Jadaka. She wished she could thank him in a few ways; hugging him and sucking his dick.

Prince N’Jadaka sported a chestnut-colored turtle neck with a pair of grey Burberry slim fit slacks. He wore his gold-rimmed glasses today and his dreads were braided back with a fresh line up. She wondered if his hair smelled like mango butter. He was tall and large, his body probably covered in muscles. He had that tapered waist that she liked and strong toned legs. Prince N’Jadaka always got her hot and bothered through the video calls. The Dominatrix in her wanted to overpower him. It burned her desire to control a man who was so much bigger and more intimidating than her. Bring him to his knees, put him in chains and cuffs, beat him with a paddle and whips. Scratch his skin, bite him, edge him until the tip of his dick purpled with the need to erupt like a volcano, make him moan, use that mouth of his to sit on like her favorite chair and ride him like a madwoman, grab his dreads and ram his face into her pussy...

Y/N snapped the pen in her hand. She was that turned on that she applied force to one of her pens. All of that sounded nice, making Prince N’Jadaka her sex slave; her sub. But she was never going to meet him as far as she was concerned.

“Any questions?” He asked with his husky voice. A series of “no” spilled from everyone’s mouths.

“Good, you know what to do if something comes to mind. Shoot me an email and I’ll have my team get back to you so we can schedule a one on one chat. Enjoy the rest of your day, ukuvalelisa (farewell).”

“ukuvalelisa” Everyone said back before the meeting adjourned. Her screen went black, the OutReach Center logo spinning in front of her indicating that her computer was asleep. Y/N had a lot of paperwork to take care of so she may have to skip lunch. Grabbing her phone, she pulled up the app to control Candy’s vibrator. Without warning the girl she set it on a pattern that she created before cracking her knuckles to get to work. A message came through on her phone that she glanced at but refused to respond to. She made her cum hard now it was her turn.

Mama! I almost fell out of my chair! Mama my pussy is throbbing omg!

Y/N smiles mischievously before increasing the intensity on the vibrations.

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[xenatas]

Killmonger was right

Art by Marcus Williams

[inky-duchess]

What Writers can Learn from Black Panther

Black Panther was the movie, the movie that rocked the box office, our expectations and in some instances: society.

Black Panther followed the newly crowned King T'Challa of Wakanda and covered his ascent to the throne, fall and battle with his cousin Erik Killmonger. Now that we are vaguely caught up, let's see why Black Panther was so effective at wowing us and what lessons writers can learn.

Characterization

T'Challa comes to us fresh from an introduction from Civil War. We know nothing about him save his father is dead and he is Black Panther. Over the course of the film we see T'Challa grow from an idealist who believes that Wakanda should maintain obscurity to somebody who wants to stand up for all the injustices Wakanda ignored. We see T'Challa become a hero through pain, realization and fear. His arc is extensive for a two hour film but they pull it off beautifully.

Side Characters

T'Challa may have been the star but Shuri wins the vote. The girl is walking sass. Shuri is introduced as a run-of-the-mill little sister. She wins us over through humour, a great personality and some memorable moments (Colonizer). Shuri, though important, is a minor character. By giving her as much attention as a main protagonist, you give us a real relatable character.

The role of women

Who really rules this movie? The women. They own this movie, hands down. Nakia is one of the best love interest Marvel characters. She doesn't always agree with T'Challa and doesn't seek power for herself. She wants to help the people in Africa who really need help. The Dora Milaje, T'Challa's bodyguards are effortlessly bad ass and imposing. Nobody ever questions their place in battle. Okoye is one of my favorites. Her banter with T'Challa and the royals makes us feel apart of a family. Her fighting skill is unparalleled. She is loyal to Wakanda even against her husband. And Shuri? We have no space to write down how much she rocks.

Worldbuilding

Wakanda is real from the first moment you see it. No arguments. You see the Wakanda scenes and it feels real. The ceremonies, opinions, culture and language strive to build Wakanda into a realistically feeling world. This is worldbuilding at it's best.

Diversity

Black Panther only has two white characters, the Tolkein white guys if you will. Black Panther is a movie that has brought thousands of people of different backgrounds. Diversity brings people closer together and let's audience members feel represented and celebrated. Black Panther has succeeded where other superhero movies fall short: it has saved a world by bringing people together.

Themes

Black Panther's main theme in a sense is the injustice black history and culture. Wakanda is a superpowered nation with resources we can only dream of. Yet when the people of their country were being enslaved, Wakanda did nothing. This creates the initial conflict and gives Kilmonger a reason to challenge T'Challa. Injustice is our theme. It's heavy and poignant. It weighs on the mind even months after seeing the film. Themes are supposed to stay with you and make you question your opinion on the subject. One line from Black Panther sits with me even now : "Bury me in the ocean, like my ancestors who threw themselves off the ships...because they knew death was better than bondage."

Subtlety

This is the cherry on the sundae for me. Throughout the movie we get little subtle foreshadows. Shuri contests T'Challa's opinions about change, then later he changes them. Kilmonger's dad tells him that the Wakandan sunsets are the most beautiful, Kilmonger repeats the line as he dies. When picking a suit, T'Challa picks the plainer necklace for practicality but staring longingly at the more ornate one first, showing us the kind of person he is: wanting glory but choosing a different path.

Villain

Erik Kilmonger is one of fiction's greatest antagonists. He takes T'Challa's place as king, destroys the Black Panther herb, tries to send weapons out into the world and tries to kill our favorite characters more than once. Why is he effective? Because he is right. Kilmonger believes that Wakanda failed the world which it did. Even T'Challa realises this, lashing out at his ancestors. We know Kilmonger's view is right but his execution is screwed. He wants to cause mass war and genocide. This is not alright and this makes him our villain. We sympathise with Kilmonger, during his death and scenes with his father. The best villains are those we understand.

[blacklionroars]

So i wonder, do you support Maduro or do you just dont like The idea of other contries (manly USA) helping ?

It's not help that we're providing. We're the cause of the suffering of the Venezuelans. Our country put sanctions (basically an act of war) to cripple the Venezuelan economy to cause social unrest in an attempt to get the people to rise up against their leader. Venezuela has more petroleum than Saudi Arabia, but unlike the Saudi's the Venezuelan government takes the profits from the sales of petroleum and uses it to help the people of Venezuela. It's what Hugo Chavez did and Maduro is trying, however unsuccessfully, to be the leader that Chavez was in the face of American imperialism. America backs 70% of all dictators around the world. America is in bed with Saudi Arabia, one if the most repressive regimes In the world. America has has 25% of the world's prison population. America's voting system is one setup for rich land owners to have all of the power and the votes are taken in easily hackable machinery that no one can look into because it's proprietary software. Not to mention, twice in the 21st century the person with the most votes isn't the winner of the election. I say all of that to say this: our country is not in a position to call another country undemocratic or to tell another country what they get to do with their natural resources. Ask yourself this question: when has America's interference in another country ever yielded positive results? Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam, Chile, Libya, Cuba, Syria and the list goes on and on.

[cosmicvega]

*Us T’challa stans watching yall Killmonger stans get played by your unstable man for the 100th time

[ekuinoxs]

you know michelle would

[itsdespicablebre]

Decided to rep my revolutionary King the first day of a new semester

[z4howard]

[jasontodd-is-alive]

But imagine Jason and Dick watching Black Panther and Jason sympathizing with Killmonger's challenge for the throne and his motives and being like "SEE DICK THAT'S WHAT I WANTED" and Dick just being like "why do I bring you anywhere"

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Reader says “if I was Wakandan what tribe do you think I would be from?”

Y/N and Erik had just come back from a month vacation in Wakanda. He made a promise and he kept it. He was going to show his girl the country his father came from. A country Erik could rightfully call his own now. She couldn’t shut up about the trip since they’d been back. The people of Wakanda welcomed her with open arms and even sent her home with gifts from each tribe. The Royal Tribe; Erik’s tribe, gifted her a heart shaped herb necklace that glows whenever she was close to vibranium. Erik’s inner lip tattoo was made of vibranium so her necklace glowed whenever they were together. The border tribe gifted her one of their sheilded blankets. The River tribe gave her a vile of blessed water from Warrior Falls. They said that their water diety would look over her and protect her in the waters. She cherished every single gift. Most of their time was spent learning about the different tribes instead of lounging around like most people do on vacations.

Currently, her and Erik were on a lunch date since he had some time to kill form the OutReach. She’d been itching to ask him a question to see his opinion. After taking a small bite of her turkey club, Y/N asked Erik her question.

“What tribe of Wakanda do you think I would be from?”

He placed a smile on his lips, “I’m surprised you didn’t ask me this already.”

“Well, thats because I had a million other questions that needed answering.”

She was right, Y/N was fascinated with Wakanda. She even said she wished she’d been born Wakandan. Even joked about wanted to tattoo her inner lip.

Erik studied her for a second before licking his lips, “I think you’d be from the Mining Tribe.”

“Why the Mining Tribe?” She asked with a perplexed expression.

“Because you’re studying to be an archeologist and I feel like you’d take great joy in mining vibranium in Wakanda. Just my opinion.”

That factor was true. She did want to get her hands dirty and go mining but she felt like she would have overstepped.

“I think that’s partly true. What other tribe?”

“Hmm...maybe The Priests.”

She smiled brightly.

“You just wanted me to say that, girl,” Erik teased.

“Can you blame me? It’s fascinating. The Royal rituals, they are herbalists and botanists. They are the caretakers for the heart shaped herb which by the way is the coolest shit I have ever fucking heard of.”

Erik laughs, his beautiful smile warming her heart.

“I love that you’re so intrigued about my families country.”

“It’s your country too,” she corrected him.

“I’m still learning to get used to that, Y/N.”

Maybe next time we go to Wakanda, I can sit in with the Priests and learn more. How does it feel to drink the heart shaped herb?”

“Its a lot of history behind that shit,” Erik shakes his head, “that plant is over 10,000 years old. It gave me muscle growth, increased stamina, decreased stress levels. The shit is on a whole other level. It doesn’t compare to the other herbs in wakanda.”

Erik took a sip of water before he continued.

“It allows you to enter another plane of existence.”

“Like the ancestral plane?” She asked.

“Yeah, like that. I’ve never been but...,” Erik shrugged, “it’s dope, isn’t it?”

“Yes, its very dope, babe.” She gave him a soft smile before reaching across the table to stroke his cheek. He seemed to get back into a lighter mood from her touch, grabbing her hand to kiss it.

“You’re gonna be my wife some day so the Panther Tribe will be your tribe. You can oversee the other tribes and technically be a part of them in some way.”

“I want a Wakandan wedding then,” she teased.

“You’ll get that, it’s tradition.”

Y/N gave Erik one final smile before returning to her food. They were running out of time for there lunch date.

[preschoolcult]

A theory:

Magneto and Killmonger were right

[sfdesign21]

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