#melanated soul circle

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

This is not to say I'm back or will be active, even though I have popped in more recently, but something is on my heart that I wanted to try to see if I could cast a net for kindred folk to connect or possibly create that much needed marginalized pocket of a fandom.

On this post, either reply, reblog with commentary, or put in the tags the fandoms and/or entertainment media that isolated you or made you feel like you could not connect with it due to misogynoir, antiblackness, and/or colorism against Black female characters, actresses, or fans.

Let this be your sounding board and possibly, your chance to find others in that/those fandom(s) who really wanted to socially enjoy, but never found their pocket.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Please PLEASE submit it again!! You are truly a BFCD MVP. I'm trying to think of anything that an OG follower put me on to that I got as invested in as Final Space, and I don't think any of my people were able to get me to watch something that owned me so much. Then this one..

I know I didn't like her at first, but whenever I watched the second season, I had to backtrack that. And in addition to having a queer Black girl in Star Trek, I actually love Tawny! And Jack has grown on me from The Boys. I have GOTTA make time for Strange New Worlds. The Blerds get to EAT.

First look at Jack Quaid and Tawny Newsome as Boimler and Mariner in the flesh on Strange New Worlds

[blackynsupremacy]

REDK!CLARK KENT x BLACK FEM!READER

BOTH ARE AGED UP! 18+

I DON’T PLAY ABOUT MINE, I DON’T CARE.

I’M ADDICTED TO YOU AND IT’S CLEAR.

you’re standing in front of the full sized mirror that leans against the wall in your bedroom. your eyelids were shut momentarily at the request of your boyfriend, clark kent while you felt his fingers maneuvering along the nape of your neck. his warm breaths descending down the bronze skin leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. clark wanted to give you something special. something to remind you and these other creeps who try to throw some vibe at you that you are his one and only. this was the better solution than literally burning holes into another man’s where-the-sun-don’t-shine if they even glance at you for a second. some may call that overprotective, controlling, or maybe even possessive, but clark don’t give a damn. you knew of his abilities and you encourage him to obviously use them to help not harm or show off, but it’s gonna take somebody one time to try that shit with his woman and kal el will see to it that it will be dealt with real quick.

you lean your head backwards and exhale, feeling the warmth of his body heat as your back was centimeters from his front. his gleaming smile appears on his lips, his pristine canines appearing at your reaction to his subtle touches. “open your eyes, pretty girl.” he softly commands. after fastening the gold chain together, his palms slide down to caress the upper region of your bare back up to your shoulders then moving to your front, guiding his fingertips to delicately trace the outlines of your collarbone. you eyes obey his command. first finding clark with his chin resting on your shoulder, his baby blues peering up at you in expectation as your own trail down to the dazzling crimson gem that rests above the crevice of the black, low cut corset top that you chose to wear for the evening out with clark. the gold zipper that adorned the middle elevated the supple skin of your bosom, which clark definitely doesn’t mind. you smile at the charm and heat rises on your cheeks as you realize it matches the gem of his signature ring that’s always donned on his finger. ugh, this man treats you so fine. your index and thumb caress the smooth texture of the red jewel. it pairs perfectly with your new fiery, red full set and ruby coated lips. you really feel like ya’ll are locked in for real. his voice brings you out of your love-filled daze.

“well, what do you think? you’re usually not this quiet when it comes to other things that i give you.” he slyly retorts as a chuckle bellows from his chest, a lopsided smirk lingering on his rose tinted lips. his arms slouch down to your waist, resting his palms on each of your hips giving them a firm yet sensual squeeze. you lean your head back, giggle, and place your slightly smaller hands over his. “oh, you got jokes! but, clark, it’s beautiful. i never really gotten anything like this before, so thank you, boo! it’s so thoughtful and i really love how we’re matching.” you respond and gaze at his ring, softly caressing circles on his jewel with the pad of your thumb.

“you’re really trying to lock a girl down for real now are you, kent?” you quizzed before you turned your body to face his, your chests forming a small gap before they completely meet. you sorta need to lean your chin up to hold eye contact given your man’s towering height. he looks so damn good in his black sleeveless tank, rightfully showing off the brawny muscles of his arms. he was also sporting some dark, denim levi’s and a classic pair of timbs. clark took a moment to gaze your figure from top to bottom. don’t get him wrong, he adores your heart, mind, and soul, but goddamn—he loves the way your body is. you care for it in the best way you possibly can and he loves you for that! your black top paired with that necklace complementing the melanated glow of your skin is driving him crazy. not to mention the precious cargo you possess in that denim mini skirt. shit got him weaker than any green kryptonite could. inwardly, he’s suppressing his kryptonian dna from canceling your plans, ripping that stuff off, and giving you exactly what you deserve. losing full control. right here in front of this mirror. your voice broke him out of his lustful trance

“my eyes are up here, kent. you never answered my question! what are you tryna say with this, huh?” you questioned again pointing to the gem. you softly chuckle and pause. you feel his large palms lock themselves on the small of your back, forcing your bodies to make the contact they’ve been yearning for. one of his hands snake from behind you to hold your jawline tilting your face closer to his while the other descends to firmly grip your on ass. you yelp a bit at his boldness, but you give him your full attention.

“to let all these other guys know that you’re all mine. no one can or will have you as long as i’m breathing. you just have no idea how much you affect me, do you? you belong to me.” he declared and it took one time for you to whisper out his name for him to close the gap between your faces and sensually pulled your lips to his. he’d usually wanted it to be fervent, but he wanted to savor it. savor this moment. savor you. he used his feet to quickly pull you both back for him to sit on your comforter and for you sit on his lap, placing your knees on each side of his thighs. one of your hands gripping on his muscular shoulder while the other runs through his plush, noir curls. as your lips move together, his hand moved from your jaw and pressed against your neck to pull your mouth as close to his as possible.

his fingertips are applying a bit of pressure on the skin as his teeth takes your bottom lip pulling it slightly forward and letting fall back into place which causes you to open up your mouth a little, giving his tongue the opportunity to intrude. he caresses it against your own for a moment before he pulls his lips away to plant his infectious kisses all around neck. you groan out of both pleasure and a bit of annoyance because you’ve been wanting to go out on the town for a minute, but your body betrays as you lean your head backward to give him full access. you can’t see it, but clark’s blue eyes flicker to red as he watches himself in the mirror completely devouring your skin. “hah…clark..clark, please!” you’re trying to get him to stop to tell him something, but he keeps at it anyway.

he couldn’t help, but to feel smug watching you go weak by his touches, kisses, and bites. the hand on your behind is awarded one last squeeze as it ascends up your hip, side, and finds its way to affectionately grope one of your breasts that’s still confined in your corset top. he doesn’t stop there at your neck before he briefly pulls away from your skin and dives his pretty ass face into your cleavage. he makes sure to leave a little kiss to the gleaming red-colored stone that rests in the middle. his tongue glides across both of the girls, giving each that good tlc (titty-licking-clark) as he listened to the melodies of your whimpers of pleasure and protest. with each nibble, grope, and tugging of skin between his teeth your arousal started to ignite within your center. you regained your strength to at least stop his fingers from unzipping your top.

his face raises up, eyes staring deeply into your own and his nose resting in the valley. you notice that the melanated skin of your chest was glistening with the trails of saliva left by his affections. you huff out a breath and laugh a bit. “clark, as much i really want you to go further, i want to go out tonight! i promise as soon as we come home we can get down, but i want to spend this quality time with you, boo….please?” you playfully pout and peck him on the lips a few times and bat your natural lashes to plead your case. damn! clark knew he couldn’t resist your hypnotic amber gaze or sweet kisses. plus, you said please, so he’ll let you slide, but not that easily. he’s gonna get a little starter before the main.

his icy eyes then zeroes in on your chest for a few seconds. he raises a brow before his gaze shifts up to your face, a toothy grin playing on his lips. “ooh, no bra? if i weren’t mistaken, i believe it was your diabolical plan to seduce me all along.” he jokingly stated and you playfully rolled your eyes. his pointer and thumb playing with the zipper that holds what he wants in place before he speaks again “alright—you got it, babe. i’ll take you out, but there’s something i need to do first.”

“bet! let me get my bag, so we can head out.”feeling accomplished, you attempt to lift yourself from his lap before your body is suddenly pulled back, your spine now resting comfortably on the mattress as your knees are apart and perched up to the ceiling. clark’s hands are making their way up your thighs to swiftly pull back your underwear releasing your scent into the atmosphere. before you know it, you peer down to see his raven curls, red eyes, and starving tongue preparing to make contact with what’s in the center. “oh—that’s what he said he needed to do.” your inner self chuckled as you’ve been once again caught in his dangerous trap. this is gonna be a long night.

taglist: @afrowrites @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @yugiohio

[neshatriumphs]

You like aquarius folks? Yay! I'm an aquarius! ✨😁✨

I DO! I'm Gemini, and Aquarius is one of the VERY FEW SIGNS that don't seem to misunderstand who I am as a person or demonize my human parts. So, I've felt a deep connection to them through life, before I even knew anything about "air signs" and the like.

When is your bday, Sis?

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

It's cold in Canada so that makes sense. No rush! Excited for them goals.

HAPPY NINETEENTH!!!

I would have done so many things differently at 19 than I did during mine. I would have put myself first more, listened to myself more, invested more into me. I hope your upcoming year is filled with opportunities for you to build and be the best you of your dreams.

thank you nesha!!!! and yes my goal for this year is to advocate for myself more and to do some of the things ive always wanted to but haven’t gotten the chance to

[neshabeingchildish]

@chenoahchantel @adorkable-blackgirl @heyimtavia 

What y’all doin’? I need some side action while I work on updates. Any shows with a Black girl y’all watching? Preferably unambiguous and with a decent portion of screentime? I know, it’s a unicorn, but I’m open for recommendations OR just y’know... reports of what’s goin’ on in y’all’s worlds. Rants about stuff you saw and hated to see. Whatever. Somebody on your job need me to collect them? Anything. We having a melanated soul circle on this post. Come holla at ya good sis. 

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

To the Melanated Soul Circle

I know that I am pretty much the person who has this information in mind, but today is the day that I invited mutuals and followers into what I have called the "Melanated Soul Circle" of my fandom culture (when Tumblr tried chats for a bit). Then, they took those away and we moved to Discord, then. Then, I had a psychological crisis and transferred the Discord to my good Sis.

But, through it all, we still pass by each other from time to time, IF we don't actually have convos and chat. Because some of us do that too So. Today, I want to acknowledge and thank the people who this blog is for and the ones we've picked up along the way and I have collected in my spaces and my heart.

@chenoahchantel @jacksope-lives @partiallypearl @goodguydotmp3 @adorkable-blackgirl @daintyurbanprincess @asterofthesapphires @andromidagalaxie @tallulahchanel @nerd-li @solo-net @floffybean @ships-bynoa @sleepyfangirl18 @mistyw273 @writtenletterstotheworld @anodyne-embers @youngbloodthekilljoy @himbocampus @heyimtavia

Sound off with how long you been with us, or what brought you into my collective, even if we haven't touched base in a while. That's one of the points of me doing this thing here.

[cleberlima]

Horror Short Story- Bloody Birthday

People are Just People

I always hated birthday parties, never liked the kid’s themed stuff even though I was a kid myself, however, one particular birthday was the worst of my life.

It was my 12th birthday, in my hometown, a place so small that everyone knew everybody else’s business, the kind of town you had to watch your back.

My parents were humble folk, my father was a miner, he was a brave and honorable man. He was the kind of man who would put up with the townspeople’s nonsense so that he could provide for us and try to have some peace. One day Mr.Morgan our long-time neighbor who my father saved his life during a heart attack years ago, spread a rumor that all miners were going to a town’s brothel after shift, my father included. I was too young to understand at the time but now as a man, I can look back and wish that my father hadn’t helped him. How dare that old hag speak evil of my family, my father loved my mother, even though their marriage had seen better days before father started working in the mines, I know for sure that he would never disrespect my mother.

But, unfortunately, that wasn’t a reality to most townsfolk, those mines were eating their souls, every day I would see smiling faces entering those mines and leaving in shackles. I never liked the idea of my father working there, I was always so scared that the mountain would one day close its mouth and engulf him, just the thought was terrifying.

Family

My brother John didn’t care, in fact, he never cared about anything, all he cared about was to find a way to bully me no matter what, and cause social problems to our parents as he would flirt with daughters from “influential” people in town. I was only three years younger than my brother but that was enough for him to torment me, when father would make jokes about being in the mines and hearing eerie noises like scratches on the other side of the walls where they were working, I hated that, John loved it and he would repeat the stories before I fell asleep unless my mother intervened, so I could have peace.

My mother was a respectable woman, to the dismay of a few people in town, she wouldn’t join the after mass circle of gossip in front of the church, instead, she would take me to the park on our way home, as father was working most of the time and John somewhere causing trouble. We spent a lot of time alone together, she seemed happy that way doing her own thing, she enjoyed feeding the ducks in the lake and she knew a great deal about flowers.

However, sometimes her kindness was taken advantage of, as from time to time we would have a neighbor in distress knocking on our door asking for a favor. I can’t remember how many times we had other people’s kids in our home because mother agreed to take care of them, she liked kids, mostly girls as she had us, two boys, but I could see that she was just trying to be nice.

After Dawn

On my 12th birthday, June 9th after the mass, as usual, the old crooks got together for their weekly spreading of misinformation, but this time, one of them grabbed my mother by the arm and brought her to their inner circle and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, meanwhile, Ms. Melane was offering me some sweets she had made to give to children at the church that day, I accepted it but didn’t dare to eat it.

On the way home mother was a bit weird, she wouldn’t make eye contact with me and we didn’t even go to the park that day, instead, she said I could go to my friend’s Berry and have a good time playing games with him for a while, and I had a bad feeling about this.

Berry was a good friend, no matter what time I knocked on his door he was always available, as I was his only friend and him mine so we made a good team. He was always all alone at home as his parents worked outside town, so we had time to make a mess in the house and tidy it up with plenty of time to spare, but that day I couldn’t play as I was feeling uneasy for some reason.

At six in the afternoon, we heard the bell, it was John that had gone there to pick me up and bring me home, which was odd as Berry just as I was a victim of my brother’s bullying. Why would he bother about us “losers” in his eyes?

On the way home, it was getting dark very quickly, I asked John if father had arrived already, which he replied that father would take a later shift that day and wouldn’t get home any time soon, that was another odd event as I couldn’t remember the last time father did that.

When we arrived home and John opened the door, the lights turned on and I saw a terrifying scene, I was in shock, there were balloons, kid’s party music, fake neighbors filling their bellies, and my mother just trying to be a “good member of the community” among them, and John was loving every second of it. My mother by pure pressure from her “friends,” decided to throw a surprise party for me, these people pretty much invited themselves in for a free meal, the plan was to catch me when I returned from my friend’s house. I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran as fast as I could towards the mines, I just wanted to see my father because he also hated the fake people of this town, so he would understand me.

The Mines

However, John and my mother were chasing me as we headed to the mines. When I finally hit the gates, the whole place was completely silent, a mine where most of the townsfolk worked there everyday day and night, there were no guards at the entrance, no workers walking around, there were two cars that were still running with their doors opened, but with nobody in sight. I hesitated to go any further but I heard John and my mother shouting at me to stop, so I couldn’t go back now without seeing my father. The further I went into the company’s premises, and parking lots, the scarier it became until finally, I got to the mountain’s mouth the scariest place in the world to me. But I had to face it, I was getting terribly worried about my father because whatever happened to everyone in this place, he is with them. As the miners made the tunnels, they put lights on them, so I could see my way around until I got into a bifurcation, the tunnels were identical, the left side had lights along the way still, but the right side was completely dark. Mother and John were very close, I could hear their footsteps but for some reason, they stopped shouting, I knew my mother was scared of dark places, and I had to let her check for father in the left tunnel, with that I could protect her, besides, she is with John. I will go to the right tunnel, because I have come this far, and I have to at least check the first corner, someone could be hurt in there or passed out from lack of fresh air, which wasn’t uncommon to happen in the mines. It was pretty dark, and oddly enough I could hear many droplets coming from the next corner of the tunnel, so I kept going in that direction until I turned the next corner and I saw, a large puddle of blood on the ground, I looked down at my shoes and they were submerged in it, upon clearing my eyes from the early tears I saw all the miners and the staff from the mine piled like waste bags, all those corpses piled up like that at the end of the excavation. I was in shock yet again, couldn’t move, or breathe, to the side of the tunnel there was a hole, it was quite dark and I couldn’t see well. My mother showed up and screamed, and that was when I saw it, two red eyes opened in the darkness. I never felt so much fear in my whole life, my mother grabbed me by the arm to run but she was taken in a split second, by that thing and it vanished with her into the darkness. I didn’t even hear her scream, it was so fast, and I still couldn’t move, until John finally appeared and just put me on his shoulder and ran with me out of there. Once outside he asked about mother or father, I just replied in shock, they are gone. We are all alone…

What is Left

I was twelve years old, and John was fifteen, we lost our both parents that night. After what happened we were given to different foster parents in different states, as our family was very small and in that town, nobody wanted to get close to us, or even see us as they would be reminded of the deceased, we were basically kicked out of town. What happened that night is still a mystery to this day, police and investigators somehow didn’t find any trace of that thing I saw, and there were no more incidents like this ever again. All the odds were against me when I said what I saw, nobody believes me and John just blocked that night from his memory, he won’t talk at all about it. I can’t sleep well anymore, tried suicide many times and now I am in an asylum. However, John came to visit me last week after many years, he is still unemployed and an alcoholic but he came to say something to me, when I asked what it was he told me that our father was alive and never tried to reach us, instead, he ran away saying something about guilt and not being able to face us to the authorities, now that they finally caught him. And when I asked how did he survive since everyone that night died, John replied, — “He was at the brothel”.

The End

“I would like to thank you for reading my story, it’s my first serious attempt at writing and I am very excited to keep going. I really want to grow as a horror writer, so please any feedback would be appreciated. Thanks again and see you on my next creepy story”! :)

[neshabeingchildish]

Okay, Y’all... I’ma say one thing about my rough day, then I’ma move on to just general convo and y’all telling me about y’all’s life right now and stuff. 

TW: Cancer,Death

Firstly - I might’ve told a few of y’all that I had a friend that I used to do roller derby with back home. She was a foster mother and she had this years long fight with some parents for these twins that were in and out of the system, which she and her husband eventually were able to legally adopt and start raising. Shortly after, she began a long battle with cancer. That ended this week and I found that out today. She was a hero to me. Y’all know I’m in child care. She’s helped to raise several children who didn’t receive the love that they deserved at home and she fought to stay with them, but cancer was a little bit tougher. SO, I am sad, because they have suffered a terrible loss and everyone around her has too. I’m glad that she’s no longer in pain. She rarely had good days since it hit her body, and her spirit suffered a lot from the diagnosis to hospice. So, I’m trying to just look on the bright side of that, and not lament too much for her kids... But kids are my heart and I will end that topic there. 

HOW ARE Y’ALL, BLACK QUEENS??? What’s been happening in your lives? Whatcha been reading? Watching? Enjoying? Anything you want to let off your chest? Any praise reports? Any stuff you’ve meant to talk about and forgot or didn’t have time? I’m in need of a good lil’ melanated soul circle for my spirit.

@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @daintyurbanprincess @heyimtavia

[ifaabeyo]

#Repost @unapologetic_africanqueen with @get_repost ・・・ 666 = (6) Protons, (6) Neutrons, (6) Electrons= Black matter, Carbon Africans. CARBON = 666 or otherwise known as Eumelanin or dark matter. We talking blood DNA structure & Eumelanin is made of exactly 666 and everything you see in the universe can be found in melanated the dark matter. Now go tell your preacher to relax because black people are being treated like a beast? This post is to shine light on the Power of Melanin in hopes that the disenfranchised and mentally of brainwashed people of color can embrace the Darkness of their skin and study self to find that they are God. Melanated peoples are taught to hate themselves so the truth about your melanated skin the dark matter must be brought to the light. We have been taught to hate Melanin which is 6 Protons, 6 Neutrons, and 6 Electrons which creates the carbon Atom which is Melanin. 666 in Christian circles is considered to be the mark of the beast and said to be evil, however, 666 is melanin the dark matter which makes up the universe. You are the Gods that people pray to Eumelanated people. The study of the universe is the study of self because we are the universe physically condensed into human bodies. EuMelanin gives Black people superior physical, mental & Spiritual Ability. Melanin refines the nervous system in such a way that messages from the brain reach other areas of the body most rapidly in Black people, the Original People. Black infants sit, stand, crawl and walk sooner than whites, and demonstrates more advanced cognitive skills than their white counterparts because of their abundance of EuMelanin. Your mental processes brain power are controlled by the same chemical that gives Black humans their superior physical atheltics, rhythmic dancing abilities. This chemical is Melanin! The abundance of Eumelanin in Black humans produces a superior organism physically, mentally and spiritually. This why all the founders of the world’s great religions are Black. Melanin is the neuro-chemical basis for what is called SOUL in Black people. In the same way Blacks excel in athletics, they can excel in all other areas as well like they did in the past (at Johns Creek, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2eQXk_JLK_/?igshid=geic8rfhl3sa

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Somos Familia Ch 9

Chapter 9: Melan-colic 

               Ernesto walked through the large green double doors into the Rivera complex, carrying a brand new record bearing his name in big cursive letters and Héctor’s in a smaller print. He couldn’t help but look at it again with glowing pride: Finally! Their dream had come true! Fredo had already told him that multiple stores had already sold out of the records and several reprints had already been ordered. And the reviews in the papers had been phenomenal.  He was officially a record breaking, chart-topping singer and Héctor was now a critically acclaimed songwriter! It had all finally happened, and he didn’t even have to-

Oh.

               Once again the horror of what he had almost done to his best friend, his little brother, came crashing down on him and he had to hold back the bile that had risen in his throat. He tucked the record back underneath his arm and sighed heavily. For almost a year now the crushing guilt had been a burden on his soul and, at one point, had nearly destroyed him. But he had managed to bounce back, in some form, and had gone on with his life. It had helped a little being around Héctor and seeing him healthy and happy with his family, but he kept his distance from them most of the time. He felt unworthy to be even near that glow of contentment.

               There was another reason to come to Santa Cecilia other than giving Héctor their record. It had been two weeks since the birth of the twins and, just like he had done with Coco, Héctor had asked him to come to their baptism and become their godfather. He was even kind enough to wait until Ernesto’s schedule could clear up so they could do it many days later than what was normal. But Ernesto was instead going to personally decline it this time, his feelings of inadequacies and guilt getting the better of him. Surely Oscar and Felipe would make much better godfathers than him.

               “Hola, Ernesto.” A voice called out from the workshop.

               Ah, speaking of. “Hola… Oscar?...” he hazarded a guess. At the other man’s nod, he laughed. “Bueno! Such a lovely afternoon, isn’t it? And how are things in the Rivera household with your new additions?”

               Oscar’s eyes darted nervously away and he clutched and twisted a half-made shoe in his hands. “Ah heh heh… Well you know… It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure… but, it-… we…”

               “It’s been absolute hell and I want to throw myself headfirst into our well and drown myself.” Felipe finished, popping his head out from the door.

               “Oh…” Ernesto winced. “That’s a little extreme, don’t you think muchacho? I mean it can’t be that much different from when Coco-“

               “There’s two of them!” Felipe cried.

               “And they haven’t stopped crying since day one!” Oscar wailed.

               “Imelda and Héctor have been taking care of the babies-“

               “While we run the shop and watch Coco!”

               “Orders are backed up!”

               “We’ve barely slept!”

               “IT HAS BEEN A NIGHTMARE!” both men finished as Ernesto backed away from them. Looking at them closely they did look extremely tired, with dark circles under their eyes and rumpled clothing. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.

               “W-well, I’m sorry to hear that… But I have something that will cheer you all up!” Ernesto smiled as he pulled out the record. “Our first recording! I’m sure that my soothing, dulcet voice will calm your frazzled nerves and breathe new life into all of you! I must get this to Héctor, where is he?” Oscar and Felipe paled, glanced at each other and pointed to the other side of the courtyard to one of the bedrooms. “Gracias, chicos!”

               Felipe reached out a hand to halt him. “Uh, before you go in there, we must warn you: Don’t go in there.”

               That stopped Ernesto. “Por que?”

               Oscar chuckled nervously. “Well, you see. Héctor’s taken it in on himself to be, in his words, the ultimate Papá. See, he takes care of the babies so Imelda can sleep-“

               “And even when she is awake Héctor still helps with the babies!”

               “He hasn’t slept in days!”

               “He’s gone loco!”

               “Don’t go in there!”

               Ernesto glanced at the bedroom where his old friend was in trepidation, but he quickly shook it off and smiled. “Do not worry mis amigos. If there is one of the many things I pride myself on, it’s getting Héctor to see reason. I’ll get him to sleep, rest assured!” And with that he walked up to the door and gave a knock. Now that he was closer to the room he could faintly hear the sound of a baby crying loudly.  He turned back to flash a smile at the twins, only to find that they had scurried back into the workshop and slammed the doors. Cowards.

               “Who is it?” a voice croaked out.

               “Héctor, my friend! It’s me, Ernesto! I’ve got a surprise for you.” The door slowly creaked open and Ernesto held out the record. “I thought you might like to hear the fruits of our labor finally- MADRE DE DIOS!”

               Héctor looked terrible. No, he looked horrifyingly bad. His hair was saturated with grease, was sticking up at all ends and had something white and crusty matted in some strands.  His clothes where wrinkled to impossible levels and were stained with sweat and what Ernesto could only guess as excrement. And his face was haunting. Skin had broken out and turned waxy, stubble clashed with his ghostly pale pallor, and his eye bags were so dark it looked like he had been punched in both eyes. The whites of said eyes were pink and bloodshot, and they darted around as if looking for an unseen foe. And in the crook of one arm he held a screaming, beet red baby.

               “Who followed you?!” Héctor growled as he glanced behind Ernesto.

               “What? No one followed me. Héctor-“

               “Get in!” Héctor pulled Ernesto into the bedroom, who recoiled at the smells wafting through the air as he stumbled to regain his footing. Héctor slammed the door shut and resumed rocking his screaming child. “They’re everywhere, you know. They want my songs. They want my children. They’re just being greedy. They can either have one or the other, not both!”

               “Who? Héctor what are you talking about?” Ernesto asked, a little scared now.

               Héctor suddenly went cross-eyed and his head tilted to the side. There was a second’s pause before the baby let out another shriek, causing Héctor to jolt back upright and start rocking again. “Cálmese, Matty. Cálmese…” he cooed, before realizing he had another guest. “Ernesto, when did you get in here?”

               “You just pulled me in, Héctor. I’m here for the babies’ baptism, remember?” Ernesto gestured to the crying baby and smiled. “Who’s this little guy?”

               “Ah, si.” Héctor smiled dazedly before looking down at the screaming child. “This is my son Satán- MATEO! Sorry, this is Mateo. Matty, this is your Tio Nesto, and also your soon-to-be godfather.”

               Ernesto sighed sadly and ducked his head. “Ah, about that Héctor... I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’m sorry to say that I can’t be the godfather to the twins. It’s an honor, truly, but I just don’t think that I’m the right person for the job. Your cuñados are much more suited than I could ever be. I hope you understand, Héctor… Héctor?” He looked up and again saw that blank, cross-eyed expression and tilted head. “Can you hear me, Héctor?... Héctor!” He slapped his hands together and Héctor jolted to life again.

               “Cálmese, cálmese…” Héctor rocked the baby again, and looked up. “Ernesto, when did you get in here?”

               Ernesto sighed and decided to try a different route. “I came to bring you our new record, amigo. I know it’s a bit late but I thought I would just bring it when I came for-“

               “Ooh, Ooh!” Héctor jumped a little and went to the other side of the room. “Speaking of records, mira mira! I’ve written twenty new songs, Ernesto!” He thrusted a stack of wrinkled pages into Ernesto’s chest. “Twenty songs for Balero Records!”

               “Barrera.” Ernesto corrected. “And twenty songs? Dios mio Héctor, you didn’t have to write any so soon after our first release. There is such a thing as overexposure.” Still his curiosity was piqued and he leafed through the potential new material.

               “Ah, my friend, when inspiration hits you then you must use it! Seize your moment, right?” Héctor giggled, not noticing Ernesto’s wince at his words. “I haven’t slept in ten days Ernesto, and I have never felt more inspired! It was hard at first, but once you punch your way through that hard, painful wall then you can reach the same state of bliss as I have! I see the words floating through the air and I just… pluck them out and lay them gently on the page. Like little flower petals in the wind. So soft. So enchanting.” Héctor giggled again as he rocked his crying son. “Yes, yes. Sing some more, Mateo! Sing for your Papá!”

               “Héctor, um… these songs don’t make any sense.” Ernesto said as he held up the mad scribblings.

               “Hmmph,” Héctor stuck his nose in the air. “You just don’t understand modern music! This is what the people want nowadays. This is the future of music!”

               “No, I’m serious amigo. No one will like these!” Ernesto flipped through the pages. “The melodies are all jumbled, most of the songs are about shoes and colic, and this-“, he held up a few pages in disgust. “This is just a five page essay about Santa Anna.”

               “I researched very hard on that one, Profesor Calderón.” Héctor said proudly and cross-eyed again. Another cry from the baby caused him to jerk again and he looked at his friend. “Ernesto, when did you get in here?”

               Ernesto growled and flung the papers away. “This is ridiculous Héctor! You can’t go on like this! You need to sleep!”

               “I can’t sleep!” Héctor yelled, backing away. “Imelda needs me! My children need me! They both have colic, you see, so they’re both crying all the time. But when Mateo is sleeping, Leticia is crying. When Leticia is sleeping, Mateo is crying. They have never been asleep at the same time. I’ve tried everything! Singing to them, rocking them, rubbing oil on them, making herbal pastes, giving them massages. I’m at a complete loss Ernesto! I’m their Papá; I should be able to take care of my own children!”

               Héctor’s outburst caused Mateo to start screaming again, and whatever energy Héctor had gained from his tirade immediately left him. “This baby won’t stop crying Ernesto…” And then, to Ernesto’s horror, his face crumpled up. “I can’t stop crying either…” Héctor broke down in exhausted tears, and he started to sag as he wept.

               “For Heaven’s sake, give him to me before you drop him Héctor!” Ernesto reached out and took the baby from Héctor’s weak grasp and looked the child in the eyes. “And you, it’s time to end this madness and go to sleep, Mateo! You are killing your Papá! Be a man and suck it up!”

               To the shock of the two men in the room, Mateo did just that. His crying shifted to a small whimper, a sniff, and then a sigh, as he looked up with watery eyes to this man with a large face. Then his eyes drooped and the baby eased into an exhausted slumber. Ernesto was astounded. What just happened?

               “He-heh heh… He stopped crying…” Héctor smiled wildly. “Ernesto you did it! He stopped- AAaaooohh…” Héctor violently tilted forward and it was only Ernesto’s quick grasping at his shirt that prevented him from falling and hitting his head. Héctor leaned heavily in Ernesto’s hold. “Ernesto… I don’t feel so good…”

               “Just sit down before you fall down, idiota!” Ernesto growled. “I can’t hold you and a baby.”

               “I thought I was sitting down?...” Héctor whimpered as he let Ernesto lead him to bed. As he sat down, the fumes Héctor had been running on coughed out their last pathetic puff, and after the sound of a dying engine broke out from Héctor’s throat he collapsed onto the mattress and snores immediately erupted from him. Ernesto shook his head at his friend and awkwardly rocked the boy sleeping in his arms. Who was the baby in this room supposed to be, anyway?

               The door creaked open and Ernesto saw Imelda walk through carrying the other baby. She looked bad and exhausted too, but not to terrifying levels like Héctor was. “Oh, gracias a Dios! He’s finally sleeping! Both of them!” She walked over and placed a hand on Mateo’s chest.

               Ernesto smiled. “Imelda, I am very sorry to say this, but you have a very stupid husband.”

               Imelda sighed. “Don’t remind me. That idiota has been killing himself for over a week just so I can get an hour or two of sleep!”

               “What about Oscar and Felipe?” Ernesto asked. “Haven’t they helped with the babies?”

               Imelda snorted out a laugh. “The fact that I trust my children with this sleep-starved, crazed buffoon over my brothers speaks enough about their parenting skills with a newborn. Not since that incident with Coco and the masa…” Suddenly the little girl in her arms started to jerk around and a little whine broke out. “No Leti! No no no no no!” But her mother’s pleading was in vain and Leticia started to wail.

               “DIAPERS!” Héctor bolted out of the bed as soon as Leticia started to cry and crashed down to the ground, his limbs splaying everywhere. “I’ll get diapers! And I’ll get warm bath water! Don’t worry mija! Papá’s got you!”

               “No Héctor! Por favor!” Imelda pleaded, rocking her daughter and looking like she was going to start crying too. “Please, go back to sleep!”

               “Imelda, let me try something!” Ernesto said as he took the little girl with his free arm and held her close along with her brother. “Leticia!” he said in the same stern voice as before. “You have cried enough for today. All your needs have been met; there is no need to complain anymore! Silencio!” And just as before the baby’s crying came to a halt as she looked up at Ernesto with wonder in her eyes. Ernesto grinned proudly at Imelda, who stared at him in shock.

               “Santa Anna?...” Héctor mumbled with his face pressed to the ground, before going limp again and falling into a snore filled slumber.

               “Gracias, Ernesto.” Imelda whispered as she grasped his arm. “Gracias!”

               “De nada, Imelda.” Ernesto said. “I guess I have a way with children.” He smiled down at the two babies in his arms. “Listen, why don’t you get some sleep too? I can watch these two for a few hours while you and Héctor rest, what do you say?... Imelda?” He didn’t notice while he was looking at the babies that Imelda had stumbled past him towards the bed before collapsing face first down on it, her snores in perfect synch with her husband’s. “Alright then, I’ll just leave you two alone.” And with that he walked out and closed the door on the two slumbering parents.

               He settled down at the kitchen table and stared at the two babies. Leticia looked just like Coco had when she was born, except not as round in the face and she had inherited her Papá’s big ears. Mateo, on the other hand, was the spitting image of Héctor, right down to the slight, downward slope of his little nose. His facial features were softer that Héctor’s were however, and he had his mother’s sharp eyes. These were two beautiful babies alright. And to think they wouldn’t even be here if he had-…

               Mierda.

               Ernesto let out a broken sigh and stared at the two babies full of guilt. “I’m so sorry, niños.” He choked out. “I’m so sorry and ashamed of what I almost did to your Papá. You see, I almost k-… killed him for his songs. I don’t know what came over me, if it was rage, or greed, or both… But your Papá is the best man I have ever known and I promise you that I will never hurt him, or his family, ever again for the rest of my life!”

               Mateo continued to sleep in his grasp while Leticia just lazily blinked at him. Ernesto laughed a little. “I thought if I confessed to someone, it might make me feel better… But it didn’t… Not that it’s your fault, niños! It’s entirely mine!” He stared at the two a little more and smiled. “I guess you both like me though, right? Maybe I’m not so bad after all…” Ernesto shook his head and laughed. “I know what! How about I sing you a song? Any requests?”

               Leticia stuck out her little tongue, causing spit bubbles to pop out, and started to suckle gently on it. “Cielito Lindo, eh?” Ernesto smiled. “An old song, but a classic! You have good taste Leti.” And as he softly sang the song and rocked the babies, he finally found himself in that glow of contentment he had thought himself unworthy of before.

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              “G-going so soon?” Héctor asked worriedly as he held his children in his arms.

               It had only been a few hours after the baptism, but Ernesto had already packed up his suitcases and was heading out the door. He turned back around to look at Héctor. He still looked a bit peaky, but still in far better standing than he had been two days earlier.

               “Si, I must return to Mexico City.” Ernesto said. “Fredo wants me to do some publicity stuff for the new record. It is selling like crazy all over the city! You should be proud, amigo.”

              “Si, whatever. When will you be coming back?” Héctor asked desperately. “The next day? Tomorrow? Tomorrow would be fantastico! These kids just love their new godfather, after all!”

               Ernesto rolled his eyes. “I can’t come back tomorrow Héctor, or the next day. In fact it’ll probably be months before-“

               “Months?!” Héctor cried as he tried to grab onto Ernesto’s sleeve while still holding onto the baby. “No no no, you can’t be gone that long, Ernesto! I need your help with the babies! Please!”

               Ernesto placed his suitcase down and placed his hand on Héctor’s shoulder. “Héctor, these are your children. You’ve done it before, you can do it again.”

               “But Ernesto, they only sleep when they’re around you! When they hear your voice! What am I supposed to do?!” Héctor moaned.

               Ernesto paused a little to think, before snapping his fingers and smiling. He unlatched his suitcase, reached in, and grabbed the first record he and Héctor had ever made. Then he placed it in Héctor’s hand before giving him a hearty slap on the shoulder. “There you go, all set! I autographed it and everything.” He closed his suitcase again and winked at Héctor. “Adios, chamaco!”

               And so he left his sputtering, desperate friend standing in the doorway, and as he got further away he couldn’t help but smile when he heard two babies start to scream and cry at the top of their lungs.

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This was what I was talking about. @imma-sensitive-btch

All good things...

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Some of you have really leaned into group chats, discussing the merits of various sourdough proofing times, sharing your WIPs with new audiences, and exchanging complicated fan theories on the provenance of Croki.

The majority of you, however, have preferred to have these interactions elsewhere. And so, as we get ready to remove the group chat feature from Tumblr, it’s time to take these conversations to your reblog chains, your replies, and your messages. We’ll leave your chats up until September 22 at 6pm EST. After that, well, the weird will continue to be your oyster.

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Today is Black Femme Character Dependency's 3rd Year!!!

A History: Funny enough, it began for friends. I was one of the oldest people in the Henry Danger fandom and had a lot of Black friends there who, when the show ended felt like the Black female character hadn't really gotten what they wanted out of the finale, but I was more concerned about if we'd still gather and stuff if we didn't have any common fandom to unite through.

After a few conversations about Black female characters in general (and us not having too many fandoms all in common), I decided that I'd make this space as a gift to my friends where they would be able to have Black female and feminine characters collected in one safe space to reblog or discuss without having to worry much about fandom racism or "colorblindness."

So frequently, some of the things I reblog are not of fandoms I'm a part of because its stuff that friends asked for, and I do the drudging through tags to find rebloggable content for them.

Then so many other people began to follow, which is pretty dope, though at the end of the day, it's still a place where me and my homies can have things that pertain to these types of characters that are often widely overlooked or underappreciated within their fandom spaces.

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