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[koffee-lu]

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[harrysfolklore]

maybe for one of the brazil shows could you do an insta blurb with kenyabrown_? she’s a brazilian model from london 🙏🏻

brazil shows !! and also the last tour blurb of the year, i hope you like it <33

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yourinstagram home shows next 🥺🇧🇷

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harryfan1 stunning omg

annetwist Gorgeous curls ❤️

harryfan2 É uma mulher bela

harrystyles So excited x

↳ harryfan1 HE LOVES BR SO MUCH

↳ harryfan2 yeah they win

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harryupdates Harry watching the game with YN’s brothers today in São Paulo !

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harryfan1 MY BABYYY

harryfan2 is he tense about the game or about yn’s brothers splitting him in half

harryfan3 BABY BONDING WITH THE FAMILY

harryfan4 looking for their approval

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harryontour “Did anyone watch the football yesterday? Did Brazil win? Right, I couldn’t tell from all the shouting in the streets! They look quite good Brazil, don’t they? I watched it with my Brazilian brothers, we had a great time, Brazil is always a great time, right?” - Harry talking to the crowd at #LoveOnTourSaoPaulo

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harryfan1 STOPPP

harryfan2 his brazilian brothers i can’t

harryfan3 ele é brasileiro

harryfan4 ❤️❤️❤️🇧🇷🇧🇷

YN’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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harrystyles Love On Tour. São Paulo I. December, 2022.

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harryfan1 MY LOVEEE

lizzobeeating ❤️

yourinstagram best show 🥰

↳ harryfan1 get him to show his brasil tattoo pleaseee

↳ yourinstagram i’m trying

↳ harryfan2 YEEEES

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yourinstagram you can thank me for his next post 🥵

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harryfan1 STUNNING

gemmastyles I wish I was as cool as you

harryfan2 SHE MEANS HARRY’S POST?

anthonypham 👀👀

harryfan3 HUHHH

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Rio de Janeiro. December, 2022.

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harryfan1 OH LORDDD

alessandro_michele 🍓

harryfan2 THIS IS WHAT YN MEANT

yourinstagram everyone say thank you yn

↳ mitchrowland thank you yn

↳ harryfan3 MITCH 😭

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yourbrother Nós te amamos irmão ! ❤️💚

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harryfan1 HARRY

yourinstagram i was really replaced…

↳ harryfan2 please 😭

harryfan3 that means we love you brother IM NOT OKAY

harrystyles ❤️💚

↳ harryfan2 AHHHH

↳ harryfan3 i love this

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yourinstagram i want this picture tattooed all over my body 🥲

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harryfan1 AWEEE

annetwist ❤️❤️

harryfan2 this is adorable

harrystyles It’s only fair, I have “Brasil” tattooed after all x

↳ harryfan1 they’re too cute

↳ harryfan3 acting as if yn didn’t have “H” tattooed on her ribs

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Curitiba. December, 2022.

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harryfan1 MY BUB

anthonypham Stilll soggy

harryfan2 🇧🇷🇧🇷❤️

yourinstagram i love you so much you have no idea

↳ harrystyles I do x

↳ harryfan3 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SHUT UP

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harryupdates Harry with YN and the crew watching Koffee perform tonight !

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harryfan1 I LOVE THEMMMM

harryfan2 look at him taking pics

harryfan3 my babyyy

harryfan4 best couple ever

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harrystyles Love On Tour. São Paulo II. December, 2022.

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harryfan1 EU TE AMO

annetwist ❤️❤️

yourinstagram just one show left i’m crying 🥲

↳ lookitsnyoh same

↳ harryfan2 same

harryfan3 my baby

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yourinstagram last love on tour show of 2022 🥲 i’m the luckiest gal alive because i get to be by your side while you do what you love the most, thank you for keeping me around, lovie @harrystyles SÃO PAULO VAMOS FAZER ISSO 🇧🇷

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gemmastyles ❤️❤️

paulithepsm yooo let’s go

harryfan2 I LOVE HER

harrystyles I love you, I love you, I love you. You’re the reason behind all of this. Mi pão de queijo x

↳ harryfan1 THIS IS ADORABLE

↳ harryfan2 i can’t take this

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harryontour “I would love to thank my beautiful girlfriend, also. Without her I wouldn’t be in one piece performing for you every night, she keeps me sane during these intense months of constantly traveling and performing every night. So baby, thank you, I love you” - Harry tonight !

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harryfan1 MY HEARTTT

harryfan2 he literally adores her

harryfan3 best couple ever

harryfan4 if they don’t get married istg

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harrystyles Love On Tour. São Paulo II. December, 2022.

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harryfan1 MY BABYYY

anthonypham First one also me after this run 💕

harryfan2 im going to miss him so much

yourinstagram that’s a wrap 🥲🥲🇧🇷

↳ harryfan3 don’t leave queen

annetwist ❤️❤️

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harrystyles 2022 changed my life.

I can’t begin to thank all of you who supported me through it, I’ll never forget it.

I hope your end of year is filled with happiness and calm.

Love you all.

See you next year. H

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harryfan1 BABY YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

harryfan2 my love :(

lookitsnyoh Our fearless leader 🔥🙌🏻❤️

yourinstagram can’t wait to make new memories with you next year, i love you 💓

↳ harrystyles Words will never be enough. I love you

↳ harryfan2 JUST BREAK MY HEART WOULD YOU

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[marzipanthots]

I have been experiencing a lot of pain and familial issues lately in my life so no new art besides this wip they are the only ones keeping me sane haha

But in future news, I am thinking 💭 of making a digital zine featuring a collection my previous art work in HD

5-3 exclusive art work that might be more saucy then what I could post here 🤭😳 so look foward to that!!💕✨

Still debating on setting up a koffee account soon too but regardless love you all! 💕💕

[koffeesfancy]

Rapture Ch. 1 | Koffee x Reader

Summary: After relocating to Spanish Town, you find yourself being ostracized in university as the frog-obsessed weird girl with no friends. Your educational experience is less than rewarding until you become entangled in the beguiling world of a girl from the basketball team, whose cruel and teasing nature captivates and confounds you. This unexpected connection draws you into a whirlwind of emotions and self-discovery, transforming your path in ways you never imagined.

Genre: Dark-ish romance, fluff, angst, college!au

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2907

A/N: Ah yes, another chapter fic. I worked very hard on this one, dedicating a lot of focus and skill into it. I plan on this story having more conflict, general moodiness, and sexual tension even so it has a different rating from my other stories which are intended to be more humorous and light reads. Also, this time I experimented with all dialogue (minus the reader's) being in Jamaican patois with some American spellings and vocab. Although my family and community are Caribbean, I am not, so what I've written may be rusty. Feel free to correct me. I tried to find a balance between authentic conversation and accessibility. I may come back and make changes as the story progresses. Feedback is appreciated always. Enjoy <3

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

The science department at the University of Spanish Town was where the word “academia” went to die a slow, painful death. It was lovingly referred to as a social club among the other offices and anyone who knew it would laugh at its facade of molding young minds or pioneering research. The course load was light, deadlines were suggestions at best, and professors often skipped lectures altogether. Most students were either pre-med kids with rich parents or athletes looking for easy grades.

And then there was you, the starry-eyed idealist who thought the university’s environmental science degree would be your ticket to saving the rainforests. At seventeen, you had to move to your grandparents' house in a new city and chose the nearest, cheapest college with an e-sci program. If you’d had friends in your last year of school, they might have warned you about the university’s laid-back reputation. But your social awkwardness kept you in the dark, so here you were, blissfully ignorant and full of naivety.

Orientation felt like a bad sequel to secondary school. You hoped it would be your chance to finally break out of your shell, but nope. Everyone already had their cliques, and no one was interested in befriending the weird girl obsessed with frogs and trees. Professors (though friendly) lacked enthusiasm, lectures turned into casual chats, and your burning questions about conservation were met with bored shrugs. The syllabus promised exciting research and fieldwork, but instead, you were met with worksheets and outdated textbooks. Disillusionment set in fast as you realized you were being robbed of your dream.

“W-what’s the point of all this?” you once blurted out during another wasted lecture. Your voice was louder than you intended, cutting through the quiet chatter of the room. All eyes turned towards you, and you immediately felt the heat of a few dozen stares. Your cheeks burned as you realized what you had done. Professor Thomas looked up from his game of Candy Crush, raising an eyebrow with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Di point?” he echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Mi nuh know- fi mek sure yuh stay outta trouble fi three years?"

The class snickered in unison, the professor’s nonchalant tone adding to your discomfort. You fidgeted in your seat, wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear. The feeling of being exposed and out of place washed over you in waves.

"Trouble? I just want to save the planet," you said, your voice coming out more defensive than you had intended. You could feel the tension in the room change as your classmates looked on with curious amusement.

"Save di planet?" Professor Thomas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Yuh fi start wid di school first. Yuh ever see di state a di atrium?"

The class erupted in laughter, and your heart sank. You couldn’t help but feel immense regret for your outburst. The momentary courage you had felt evaporated, leaving behind a deep sense of embarrassment. You stared down at your notebook, the lines blurring as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes.

Why did you have to say anything? You berated yourself silently. The professor’s mocking tone and your classmates' laughter played on repeat in your mind. You felt small, insignificant, and utterly alone in a room full of people. The dream of making a difference seemed so far away now, buried under the weight of ridicule and self-doubt.

As the laughter died down, the professor returned to his game, and the class resumed its usual dull rhythm. But for you, the sting of embarrassment lingered. You scribbled aimlessly in your notebook, trying to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling of failure. At that moment, the idea of saving the planet seemed not only daunting but almost impossible. How could you make a difference in the world when you couldn’t even stand up for yourself in a classroom?

From then on, you spent your breaks, like today, alone in the atrium while other students hung out in the canteen or on the lawn. The atrium was a small, gloomy courtyard with a wild assortment of shrubs, flowers, and a few young trees. No one had thought to maintain it in years, so vines covered virtually every surface and few of the light fixtures worked. The little jungle had become a place of solace for you amidst the alienating environment of the rest of the school. 

You sat on one of the vine-covered stone benches, knees drawn to your chest as you concentrated on sketching a scientific illustration of a Panamanian golden frog. The little frog waved her four toes, a common strategy to distract predators. You admired her bravery, wishing you had the same confidence to scare off your own bullies. 

Even in college, you were still the target of ridicule. Classmates snickered at your cozy fashion choices, making snide comments about their grandmas owning similar shoes or skirts. Your books had been hidden more than once, and your ideas were almost always shot down as doing too much during group projects.

You became utterly lost in illustrating the world of the little frog, your pencil dancing across the page as you brought her delicate form to life. Each stroke was a whisper of your own soul, etched in graphite and paper. Maybe in some ways, she was like you- a tiny creature fighting against a world that didn't understand her. She and her family were critically endangered, their vibrant green world shrinking day by day due to loss of habitat. You, too, had lost your home, forced to move in with your grandparents in Spanish Town for your final year of secondary school. 

By now, you had named the frog Bertha. The name felt right, a sturdy, old-fashioned one for such a resilient little being. Bertha had been uprooted from her home, just like you, and moved to a foreign terrarium in a desperate bid for preservation. You imagined she felt as lost and alone as you did, staring out at a world that seemed strange and unwelcoming. 

As you added the final touches to the picture, the jarring creak of the heavy iron door and voices shattered the tranquility of your sanctuary. Your head jerked up, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Your eyes darted to the entrance, partially obscured by the overgrown foliage that draped like a tattered curtain. Two figures stumbled into view, their shadows stretching long and distorted across the stone path as the bright light from the hall spilled into the atrium, casting an eerie glow.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shifting light, but soon you recognized the intruders. Mikayla, a sophomore on the basketball team, and Gabriella, a senior biology major, were locked in a heated argument. Their voices were low, yet their words carried a weight that hung heavy in the air, each one dripping with frustration and tension. Mikayla's lean, athletic frame was rigid with barely contained anger, while Gabriella's hands gestured wildly, her usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges.

"Wah deh wrong wid you?" Gabriella demanded, her voice a mix of anger and desperation. Her dark curls framed a face etched with worry, eyes wide and searching. Even across the path, you could see the lines of stress and fatigue on her face.

Mikayla shrugged, her posture nonchalant, almost dismissive. "Nothing de wrong wid me. Yu eva deh overreacting," she said, her tone dripping with disdain. She folded her arms across her chest, her stance defensive and closed off.

Gabriella's face contorted with hurt, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Overreacting? Mi overreacting? Mi cyaa manage dis—mi cyaa manage wid yuh! Mi ave grad school applications, exams—"

"Yeh, and mi ave basketball," Mikayla shot back, her tone turning sharp and icy. "Mi cyaa manage wid yuh drama all di time."

Gabriella took a step back, her expression crumbling. "Mi? Mikayla, yuh know seh dis important fi mi," she said, her voice breaking. The desperation in her tone was clear, each word laced with pain.

Mikayla's eyes flashed with irritation, her jaw clenched tight. "And mi tired a be somebody secret. Duh yu even know o dat feels? Fi act like everything good all di time wen mi a go crazy?" Her voice was rising, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

Gabriella’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head, unable to form a response. She turned abruptly and hurried back into the building, her sobs echoing in the stillness left behind. The sound tugged at your heart, and you realized with a shock that you hadn’t known they were dating.

For a moment, Mikayla stood there, staring after Gabriella, her short frame silhouetted against the dusty windows. Shadows danced across her face, emphasizing the tension settling into her features. She clenched her fists at her sides, then, with a frustrated curse that echoed through the corridor, she kicked a rock lying on the stone tiles. The small stone skittered across the ground and rolled to a slow stop right by your foot, disrupting the fragile peace of your hidden sanctuary.

You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest, praying she wouldn’t notice you. But it was too late. Her sharp eyes, glinting with a mix of anger and surprise, locked onto yours. Time seemed to freeze, tension thick in the air. The silence was a heavy blanket, smothering and suffocating, as Mikayla's gaze bore into you.

She walked over, each step deliberate and measured, the sound of her sneakers echoing on the ground like a drumbeat in the quiet space. When she stopped in front of you, her gaze dropped to your sketchbook. For a long, excruciating moment, she just stood there, staring intently at the detailed drawing. Her expression softened, the harsh lines of anger and frustration melting away, replaced by something almost like curiosity, or perhaps some form of disbelief.

The silence stretched between you, thick and uncomfortable, as if the very air was holding its breath. You could feel the weight of her presence, the heat of her barely contained emotions radiating off her in waves. Finally, Mikayla straightened, her cat-like brown eyes meeting yours. There was a flicker of something—recognition, perhaps, or maybe just a hint of understanding—in her gaze. It sent a wave of heat through your body that settled into the pit of your stomach. 

Her lips twisted into a cruel smile, the metal of her braces catching the dim light and glinting menacingly. It was a smile that held no warmth, only a cold amusement. She said nothing, her silence louder than any words could have been. Instead, she casually turned on her heel in a relaxed motion and left the atrium, her footsteps fading into the distance, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and your sketches.

As her footsteps faded, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The atrium seemed to return to its quiet self, but something had shifted. You glanced down at Bertha, her tiny feet perfectly drawn on the page. Maybe, like her, you could have found a way to stand up for yourself just now.

Why didn’t I say anything? Why did I just sit there like a scared rabbit? you thought, frustration bubbling up inside you. The encounter left you rattled, but also strangely intrigued. You also thought about what could have driven Mikayla to such cruelty and why had Gabriela been keeping their relationship a secret. Furthermore, you wondered why Mikayla looked at your sketchbook with such intensity. 

The questions swirled in your mind, mingling with the lingering echoes of their argument. You gathered your belongings and stood, brushing off your corduroy skirt. I should have done something. Said something you berated yourself. The atrium felt different now, as if the air itself had absorbed the tension of the confrontation. You took one last look around before heading to your next class, your mind still buzzing with the unexpected drama you had witnessed. In a place where you often felt invisible, today you had been a silent observer to a moment of raw human emotion, and it pathetically left you feeling more disconnected and confused than ever.

It had been days since the encounter in the atrium. Today, the sky was blanketed by gray rain that drizzled steadily outside. You sat in the corner next to a window, your tray of lunch untouched beside you, engrossed in sketching a white-lipped tree frog. The rhythmic patter of rain against the glass provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts, lulling you into a comfortable daze.

The canteen buzzed with the low hum of conversations, but you were lost in your own world, the frog's delicate form taking shape under your pencil. You meticulously added the tiny ridges along its back, the subtle curve of its legs. The drawing was almost complete when your peace was abruptly shattered.

Three trays clattered down on the table, and you jerked your head up in surprise. Mikayla, along with two other girls from the basketball team, had joined you. Lila, a cool senior who always seemed to be the center of attention, and Jaz, a junior who was perpetually giggly, were already deep in conversation as they approached. The three girls brought a whirlwind of energy with them, disrupting the tranquil bubble you had created.

"Eh, de sumady here?" Lila asked rhetorically, plopping down without waiting for an answer. Her auburn ‘fro was pulled into a puff, and her cheeks were still splashed with rain from outside. She glanced at your sketchbook with mild curiosity before dismissing it entirely. 

Jaz slid into the seat next to you, her tray clinking with a loud metallic scrape. Mikayla, her dark locs parted into two French braids, sat across from you. She gave you a brief nod, her expression unreadable. You hadn’t seen her since the strange encounter in the atrium and felt antsy being so close now.

They continued chatting and eating as if you weren't there, their laughter and banter filling the space between you. Lila was recounting a particularly amusing incident from practice, her hands animated as she spoke. Jaz laughed heartily, her voice ringing out above the din of the cafeteria. Mikayla smiled a bit but seemed more reserved, her eyes occasionally drifting towards you.

You felt a pang of anxiety, your mind scrambling for a way to escape the situation. Just as you were about to gather your things, Lila turned to you.

"Yu waan that?" she asked, picking up an apple from your tray with a mischievous grin. The green fruit was polished to a shine, and its crisp, tangy scent wafted over the table.

Before you could respond, Mikayla scowled at Lila. "Lila, yuh too rude! Yu cyaan jus thief from di gyal!" Her voice had a sharp edge to it, and her eyes flashed with a warning. Then, with a dramatic flourish, Mikayla snatched the apple from Lila's hand and took a bite herself. The crisp crunch echoed in the brief silence before the whole table erupted in laughter, the sound ringing in your ears.

You forced a smile, your heart pounding. The conversation shifted again, leaving you feeling even more out of place. Lila and Jaz resumed their animated discussion about the upcoming basketball game, their voices blending into the background noise of the cafeteria. Just as you were about to retreat back into your sketchbook, Jaz turned to you.

"Yaah a come tuh si wi tonight?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and she leaned in closer, her braids falling in loose waves around her face.

You hesitated, glancing nervously between the three girls. "Um, I wasn't planning to," you mumbled, your fingers tightening around your pencil. Your sketchbook suddenly felt like a flimsy shield against the social whirlwind.

"Nuh, yuh a guh ave fun- mi swear yuh a guh fulljoy it!" Jaz encouraged, her smile genuine. Her eyes were warm and inviting, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of hope.

Mikayla chuckled, the sound making you flinch. "Yeah, yu haffi come. Yu shud try mek friend dem fi once," she said, her tone teasing. Her eyes met yours briefly, and you saw a flicker of something—was it amusement or something else entirely?

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. The rest of the lunch break passed in a blur of awkwardness and forced conversation. The girls gossiped about their teammates, shared inside jokes, and included you in their banter a few times, though you mostly nodded and smiled, feeling like an outsider looking in.

Eventually, Lila and Jaz stood to leave, tossing casual goodbyes over their shoulders. Mikayla lingered behind, her eyes fixed on you. The cafeteria seemed to fade into the background, the noise dulling as she looked at you with a seriousness that caught you off guard.

"Mi expec tuh si yu tonight, Miss" she said directly, her voice holding a note of challenge. "Mi waan fi si yu deh.”

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving you with a swirling mix of emotions. You sat there for a moment, staring at the half-eaten apple on the table. Why had she invited you? What did she want? The questions gnawed at you, making it hard to concentrate as you gathered your things and left the canteen.

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[koffee-lila-bailey]

Guess who's an official Tumblr writer...Me

I'm Koffee Lila Bailey and I will be officially writing and editing on here (I made a post where I introduced myself, be sure to check that out or ask me for an updated post if you'd like so you can get to know me 🙂).

People I'll be writing for:

Koffee (obviously)

Lila Ikè (obviously)

Chloe Bailey (obviously)

Kwasi Kao (the guy beside Chloe but above Lila)

Halle Bailey

Ambrè

Michael B. Jordan

Tupac Shakur

Angela Bassett

Nicki Minaj

Beyoncé

Jennifer Hudson

Jade Cargill

Bianca Belair

Teyana Taylor

Desi Luila

Saweetie

Jacob Latimore

Trevor Jackson

Algee Smith

Keith Powers

Kodie Shane

Amari Noelle

Letitia Wright

Lauren London

Tems

SZA

Raysowavyy

Ann Marie

Serayah

Ella Mai

H.E.R.

Nia Long

Lex Scott Davis

Characters that I'll be writing for:

Jazlyn Forster (Grown-ish)

Sky Forster (Grown-ish)

Erik Killmonger (Black Panther)

Tank (Bullet)

Debbie (Friday)

Britney (The Chi)

Birdie (Above The Rim)

Adonis Creed (Creed)

Spoon (Gridlocked)

Emmett (The Chi)

Shuri (Black Panther)

Mo Washington

Draya (Barbershop: next cut)

Deena (Dreamgirls)

Effie White (Dreamgirls)

Aaron Jackson (Grown-ish)

Youngblood Priest (Superfly, the updated version)

Pam (No Remorse)

Lucky (Poetic Justice)

Jacob Rodriguez (Gang Related)

Tiana Brown (Empire)

Queen Mother/ Romonda (Black Panther)

Georgia (superfly)

Sabrina (Big Happy Family)

Anthony Smalls (A Soldier's Story)

Cochise (The Warriors)

I'll be back with a part 2, I haven't covered most or some of them

[liyawritesss]

ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴜᴅᴀᴋᴜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Character: MCU!Shuri Udaku

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: Some general headcanons of mine for MCU’s Shuri Udaku!

Warnings: Some BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER spoilers if you haven't watched the movie

A/N: Before I drop my Shuri fic on Friday, I think it'd only wise I share my headcanons for our queen <3 These headcanons will cover Black Panther 1 and 2 with hints to events such as the Blip since I haven’t seen that movie.

Black Panther…

In BP1, we see Shuri has a playful, mischievous, know-it-all aura around her. She isn’t afraid to let people know what she’s thinking, and takes fun in pulling pranks on her older brother and close friends (excluding Okoye. NEVER Okoye. She learned that the hard way).

She has basic defense and offense training, as she’s able to wield a spear and hold her on in sparring. However, she doesn’t like the spear as she doesn’t see it as versatile enough, which has led her to start tinkering in the realm of weapons. She’s always trying to pitch new weapon ideas to Okoye, but she always shoots them down with a history lesson on why the spears are important to the Dora Milaje. Though that hasn’t and will not stop Shuri from trying to change the General’s mind.

Shuri wasn’t always a morning person. In her youth, she hated getting up super early for training practice and family matters. But by persuasion from her father, T’Chaka, she slowly started to come around to the idea of being an early bird. The deal was if she woke up she’d be able to fiddle around in the science lab before her training. Now, even though her training is not required anymore, she’ll still wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get her day started.

She has a playlist for everything, but she has one specifically tailored to when she’s in the lab, and also what projects she’s working on at the moment. It’s loaded with hella afro beats, some just instruments, others songs from artists like Burna Boy, Koffee, WizKid, Tems, and more. The beats help her focus and act as guides for how she moves around the lab.

Whenever she’s in America with T’Challa, she’s always dragging him to the nearest name brand store like Adidas, Nike, Snipes, etc. Not even to buy things sometimes, it’ll just be to critique the style of clothing, and how she could definitely design better (though T’Challa does end up carrying a bag for her with some shoes, because she always has to get a new pair of kicks when they land in the states.

Even though she’s older and can do her hair on her own, she loves to let her mother do her hair. Ramonda playfully complains that she’s getting older and her hands can’t braid like they used to, but she agrees anyway as it’s one of the times they can actually sit and bond outside of their royal statuses. Shuri puts on some music or an American movie she likes, and they sit and talk and catch up on things they missed while being away from each other.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever…

It’s no secret that T’Challa’s death had changed Shuri forever. She’s much quieter than before, living in her head, reminiscing the days that her brother was still beside her.

She retreats to her lab more than ever, subjecting herself to long hours and little sleep, trying to distract herself from the truth. To keep her hands and her mind busy meant she didn’t have to close her eyes and see her brother’s face.

Much of her time is spent researching the heart shaped herb. She analyzes the remains of roots that were salvaged from the fire, pairing them with the samples of the herb within T’Challa’s DNA, but it barely gets her half way there to completing the synthesization of the herb. Unfortunately, her frustrations are taken out on the laboratory staff, and while she does apologize profusely to them, it’s become common knowledge to stay clear of the Princess when they see the holographic screen of the heart shaped herb in view.

Sometimes, Shuri will go and sit in his room, touch the items left behind, imagine that he’s still there. The first few months after his death, Ramonda has caught her sleeping in his room, surrounded in his covers, his pillows, dawning one of his sweatshirts, curled up in fetal position. She had no doubt Shuri had cried herself to sleep there. And Ramonda could not blame her as she too spent time in that room remembering her son. Sometimes she’ll leave the princess be, but on a few occasions, she’s slept in there with her.

If T’Challa’s death had Shuri feeling too much, her mother’s death had her feeling nothing. Numb. All her emotions were buried with the last person who truly knew her.

In public, she has to keep up a straight face, but in private, she’s hysterical. She doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry, lash out, curl into a ball, burn everything within sight. Anything and everything is an enemy to her when she’s in this state, and she will not hesitate to treat an unsuspecting palace staff member or Dora Milaje warrior as such. It’s best when the princess has returned to her chambers, to leave her there, and under no circumstances, disrupt her.

It’s only after hearing her mothers voice again, during her fight with Namour, that Shuri begins to have some semblance of a healing journey. In seeing N’Jadaka in the Ancestral Plane, her rage was validated by her deceased cousin, of which bore a similar pain. It was only when she came to terms with her rage and anger, that she could then begin to move forward, and in turn, offer Namour the option of surrender instead of killing him.

The world had taken too much from her for Shuri to be considered a child. No, she was a woman, queen-presumptive of Wakanda, and through the death of her family, she has learned many things.

It’s been advised that Shuri develops a relationship with Bast, as she is the new Black Panther, and would need guidance from the past mantle-holders in order to be the best possible protector Wakanda needs. She isn’t sure if she can - unsure if practicing a faith she had been estranged to since childhood and her livelihood as a scientist can coexist harmoniously. But for her people, her friends, and herself, she has to try.

And Beyond…

As queen-presumptive, Shuri spends a lot of time in preparation for her coronation. She appoints M’Baku as interim ruler in the meantime, to not leave the throne empty and also as a way to integrate the Jabari tribe back into Wakanda. She understands that she isn’t in the right mental state to rule, and M’Baku, despite his brutish demeanor, only cares for what’s best for Shuri.

In her time away from the throne she often visits her nephew in Haiti, developing a relationship with him, telling him stories of his father and grandparents, and it’s through him that Shuri slowly but surely returns to her old self again. Toussaint brings the light back into her eyes, and solidifies the belief of her people that death is never the end. Because whenever she looks at Toussaint, she sees her brother.

Shuri keeps in contact with Riri via a discrete version of the kimoyo beads, disguised in a silver band that she gave the younger scientist before she left Wakanda. They talk frequently about the projects they are working on, and Shuri has even given advice to Riri for rebuilding her Ironheart suit since the original still sits in the lab.

Shuri takes time throughout the week to visit the people of the capitol. They know her as the genius princess who has developed everything they use in daily life, but Shuri wants her people to know her on a more personal level. She’ll go out to the market, visit schools, and even holds virtual tours of her lab for aspiring scientists.

When she finds herself down, Shuri takes walks. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter when, she’ll just walk to clear her head. Around the palace, around the lab, up Mt. Bashenga, through the city streets. It makes for a hard time for Okoye to keep track of her.

Besides Toussaint, Nakia, Okoye, Riri, those within her most inner circle, Shuri tends to keep new relationships at an arm's length. It’s a defense mechanism - she doesn’t want to get hurt again if someone new comes along in her life and ends up leaving. It’s something she’s working on. But through time, patience and understanding, Shuri will open up. Just be there for her. That’s all she really needs right now.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

[nvrcmplt]

Genjiro now has two beautiful puppies. A chocolate Labrador named Koffee and his best friend, Toffee, a Rottweiler. The duo were inseparable at the shelter and Jiro could not ever pull them apart so he signed up for the pair of them.

Without a voice it is hard to train, but it isn't impossible, Jiro uses whistles of different frequencies, hand signals and strict leash training. He is used to massive canines as his last beauty was a Wolfdog, and he holds more strength than what meets the eye.

Thankfully, the two canines were bought in rather young and have been trained by the shelter since they came together. Jiro loves his new family and is a happy Dog Dad all over again.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Post Canon

(Navigate the Blog)

How would Arshi leave for honeymoon leaving Aarav behind and what would they do there?

Arshi on Koffee With Karan?

How would Arnav behave during Khushi’s pregnancy?

What Christmas gifts would the IPK family give each other?

Khushi falls sick - how will Arnav’s reaction be?

Why didn’t the show show pregnancy?

What changes would have come in Khushi after Mrs India?

Did Arnav and Khushi move out after their remarriage?

IPKKND Rewind

How did you find the character of Arnav after six years? Why is khushi living in London alone without Arnav? Kids?

Why Rewind Arnav is ideal.

(these are answers to asks)

[sugarr-thechaoticpup]

Rottmnt Sona Ref sheet!!

Meet Kaffè or Koffee!! A Wolf-Dog Yokai living with her family in the hidden city. Still figuring out how to fit her in the Rottmnt universe. Basically a self insert oc.

[harryfeatgaga]

I’d be such a good time to him I’m half Italian we all know he loves Italy but also I’m half Caribbean and we all saw him getting down to koffee and confirmed he listens to dance hall like I just know he’d fit in perfectly with both sides of my family

😋😋😋

[nobur-tone]

今週の #rockerstownradio をお聴きくださいまして本当にありがとうございました😭　今年2022 ワタクシ @rtone_nobu 最後の放送でした。 今年も皆様本当にお世話になりました。来年も変わらず���ろしくお願いします🙏 後日には #mixcloud にUpされますのでそちらも是非聴いてみてください。 ROCKERSTOWN RADIO は、ラジオ石巻76.4 にて毎週水曜日　夜19:30〜 放送しております。 第一週が @straighta R-TONE 第ニ、三週が ワタクシ @rtone_nobu R-TONE 第四週が　ROCERSTOWN CAMP から @tsucker1987 第5週がある時はワタクシが放送を担当しております。再放送は同局　日曜日　18:30〜 放送しており、後日には、Mixcloudにも Upされますのでどちらもよろしくお願いします。 今週分のプレイリストです。 2022.12.21 ROCKERSTOWN RADIO 〜BEST OF REGGAE & DANCEHALL 2022〜 今年も大変お世話になりました。来年も変わらずよろしくお願いします。 ・V.A/INTRO ・JOHN HOLT/THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS ・MORTIMER/WHOLE HEAP ・CHRONIXX/NEVER GIVE UP ・KOFFEE/SHINE ・CHRISTOPHER ELLIS/RUB A DUB ・CHRISTOPHER ELLIS/STILL GO A DANCE ・CHRISTOPHER MARTIN/LOVE & LOVE ALONE ・BUSY SIGNAL/THANK YOU JAH ・PROTOJE/FAMILY ・PROTOJE FEAT. LILA IKE/LATE AT NIGHT ・KABAKA PYRAMID FEAT. STEPHEN MARLEY,PROTOJE,JESSE ROYAL/THE KALLING ・KABAKA PYRAMID,BUJU BANTON /FADED AWAY ・STEFFLON DON FEAT. BUJU BANTON/16 SHOTS MAX RUB A DUB MIX ・LILA IKE/DINERO ・KOFFEE/THE HADER THEY FALL ・KOFFEE/PULL UP ・KRANIUM/WI DEH YAH ・SHENSEEA/SUN COMES UP ・SEAN PAUL,GWEN STEFANI & SHENSEEA/LIGHT MY FIRE ・BUGLE FEAT. DEXTA DAPS/SADDEST DAY ・BUGLE & MARCIA GRIFFITHS/FIRE BURNING ・MASICKA/SUCIDE NOTE ・JAHMIEL/STORY OF MY LIFE ・JAHMIEL & MASICKA/LEGEND ・TEEJAY/PEOPLE ・DEMARCO/LEVEL UP ・RUSSIAN & SKENG/SWITCH ・VALIANT/SCHOLAR ・450/WELLNESS BENCH ・SKENG & NICKI MINAJI/LIKKLE MISS REMIX ・BUSTA RHYMES & SKILLIBENG/BLLETPROOF SKIN ・BOUNTY KILLER FEAT. VYBZ KARTEL,BUSY SIGNAL/DATS GADZILLA ・CHAM & BOUNTY KILLER/BLOOD CLAATT REMIX ・BUJU BANTON & BUSY SIGNAL/SI MI CLEAN ・NOAH ISSA & SHAGGY/LEGENDARY ・POPCAAN/SET IT ・POPCAAN FEAT. TONNI-ANN SINGH/NEXT TO ME ・SHENSEEA & 21 SAVAGE/R U THAT ・RIHANNA/LIFT ME UP DANCEHALL MASSIVE B REMIX ・VALIANT/DUNCE CHEQUE ・DING DONG/BOUNCE ・DING DONG/HAPPINESS ・JR.DEE/REGGAE SOUL ・JR.DEE/RUDEBOY SKANKING ・BITTY MCLEAN/LET THEM SAY ・CHRISTOPHER MARTIN/GUARANTEED #石巻 #radio #ラジオ石巻764 #reggae #dancehall #mixshow #bestof2022 #merrychristmas #大変お世話になりました #来年も宜しくお願いします #respect https://www.instagram.com/p/CmbnlqNpmXZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[slayingstan]

Rebound, Part 3

(random disclaimerrrr: quick thanks to ryan coogler for giving us these amazing moviess, thanks to all the actors, thanks to the fandom who always seem to bounce back, thanks for yall u guys r great supporters and i will continue to write for yall as much as possible! <3 now lets get into the story ) 

PLAY RIHANNA'S ANTI-ALBUM, WHOLE THING

Shuri's Pov:

"We nuh rise and boast yea!" Shuri sang gleefully in the shower, there's no better way to prepare for your first date than to sing in the shower. (in every universe letitia is a koffee stan)

"Princess Shuri, you must be ready within the next hour." A robotic tone spoke through a speaker in the bathroom. 

"Thank you Griot!" Shuri responded.

She continued to sing as she washed the conditioner out of her hair. She finished bathing and turned off the water. She stepped out and wrapped herself in her terry cloth robe.

She took out her retainers, yes she wore retainers at her big age, and she brushed her teeth and continued singing into the next song.

Soon enough the easy hygienic parts of her routine was done, here came the hard part. Finding an outfit to wear.

Shuri didn't think about her outfits too often, she mostly went for practicality. However, this situation needed some special attention. She needed to look amazing and as she had put in effort, while being effortless. 

And here she was, pacing around her closet. She had suits, sets, and plain items. Due to the occasion she didn't want to be too fancy. They were supposed to do something casual and intimate. They had planned a picnic. They had a food basket prepared for the two of them and they were going to a park in Arlington.

With the help of M'baku, she had pulled out a beige flannel, a white turtleneck shirt, and a pair of black wide leg sweatpants. 

"You are going on a date, actually?! I thought i'd never see the day, little sister." M'baku said excitedly.

"Don't act so surprised, I'm already scared." Shuri responded. 

"Make sure you are safe, if that little genius makes me upset, send her back to Wakanda. Trust, she will be dealt with." M'baku said in classical brotherly fashion. 

Shuri was happy with the support she was receiving but then she once more was overwhelmed by some bitter thoughts. She wished it was actually her brother talking to her about this. She still hadn't completely wrapped her mind around him being gone. Along with the loss of her brother, she had lost her mother as well. She wouldn't be there at her wedding, or baby showers, or holidays. And of course she had people who she had considered her family, but she just wished she had the lights of her life back. 

M'baku noticed the glint of sorrow in Shuri's eyes. He sighed along with her.

"He would've loved her. You know your mother did. If they were here in this moment they would be rushing you out of the door for this date. I know I'm not him, but I hope I can help fill this void you are feeling little sister. I know your date will be amazing so I am taking initiative and letting you know you should be on your way now." M'baku had tried his best to provide Shuri with a stable support system, the world had taken entirely too much from her. 

Shuri felt a small tear slip from her eye and she quickly brushed it away and took a deep breath. "You're right, I need to go. Thank you so much, but I really do need to get going." Shuri spoke and quickly embraced the gorilla man and began her brisk walk to the aircraft. 

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Riri's Pov:

"Viv, can you go a little faster." Riri spoke urgently.

Riri was being impatient as her edges were being brushed down. "I have a date to be on!"

"Listen, maybe this would go faster if you could do your own hair Ri. But I'm done" Vivian finished up.

"Alright! I need to find an outfit to wear, I don't want to overdress." Riri was stressing, unlike her counterpart.

"Well you are going to a park so some nice casual clothes would be nice." Vivian spoke.

"Ok good choice. I have this beige sundress I haven't worn in ages." Riri went to her drawer and pulled out the dress.

"Ok wear that and your sandals." Viv completed the outfit for her. 

"Ok! Perfect, great, I'm totally not freaking out at all i just need to go get dressed." Riri spoke as she took the clothes and rushed into her bathroom. 

She felt as if she was about to have a panic attack over something so miniscule. She wanted to have a fresh start with Shuri and this was the perfect opportunity and didn't want to mess anything up.

Before she got her clothes on she decided to do a quick makeup look. She applied some sharp eyeliner, a dark blush, light highlighter, a brown lip liner and some pink-tinted gloss.

She soon slid on her sundress, and put her braids in low bun. The sundress had a cutout revealed the start of her spinal tattoo. Her skin was tanned due to the season, she looked her best.

She realized during her routine that she had gotten a whole lot more calm. So she walked out of her room and looked at her best friend sitting on her bed

"Alright Vivvy, how do I look?" She turned in the dress. 

"I mean, If I was your little girlfriend I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. You are going to have an amazing date." Viv didn't understand how Riri could even question herself while looking so goddess like.

"I'm so ready for this date! It's the perfect clean slate." Riri felt comforted.

"So the real question is, are you guys going to fuck?" Vivian was tired of tiptoeing. 

Riri sighed undefeated, and flopped on the bed next to Viv.

"I mean I wouldn't mind it, I just don't think we should. The whole point of doing this is so we don't just have sex and call it a wrap." Riri spoke.

"Well I wish the best for you two-" Riri's phone dinged cutting off Vivian. 

"She's outside!" Riri jumped up. She put her sandals over her white painted toenails.

"Enjoy your date, I'll lock up your dorm for you." Vivian said, excited for her friend.

Riri smiled, hugging Viv and rushing out off her dorm. She walked all the way outside and saw a black car waiting for her, and in front of that car was Shuri. She looked delightful, her outfit was on the same level of casualty as Riri's, her hair was cleanly cut.

"How are we matching?" Shuri spoke first laughing, the mood was instantly set.

Riri laughed along side her, they met for a quick hug and Shuri opened the door for her. She sat and Shuri went along to the other side of the car, hopping in as well.

"Our food is in the backseat in that basket, I'm sure you will like everything in there. I have a spot at this lake. Everything should run smoothly." Shuri said relaxed as she began driving.

Riri's heart fluttered, this was really going to be an amazing date. "This is going to be so fun, sorry I'm sort of freaking out right now." 

Shuri just laughed and she focused on driving, she commanded Griot to play some good music. They had a good 30 minute ride in front of them, it was drove in a comfortable silence. 

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Shuri's Pov:

They had pulled up to a secluded part of the lake. The car was parked on a patch a gravel. The car was still and she exited. She walked around opening the door for Riri. 

Riri stood up and stretched, she took a look at the area and it was perfect. 

Shuri got the picnic basket from the backseat as well as another bag. She held Riri's hand and the two began walking to the picnic spot, decorated with fake candles. 

"Pardon my awkwardness, this is my first time ever doing a thing like this." Shuri opened the bag and inside was a picnic blanket, she unfolded it. Alongside it were some small pillows.

Riri laughed. "I think you're doing an amazing job, Princess."

Shuri felt her cheeks flush. "Enough with the flattery, let's sit." She sat comfortably on the blanket, Riri said diagonally from her. 

Shuri opened the basket revealing a speaker, a fruit bowl, some italian picnic sandwiches, some assorted snacks and candies, a bottle of Rose Moscato, and some silverware and glasses.

Riri was in awe of the preparation. She had never felt this level of comfort and appreciation from a person. "You really went all out Shuri." 

"For you? Without a doubt I would. I'm so joyful that I have the chance to." Shuri paired her phone with the speaker, she played Rihanna's 'Anti' album.

The two began drinking and eating as the sun began to set. They looked so perfect together.

"Would you say you are a pessimist or an optimist?" Shuri said, sparking conversation between the two of them.

"Neither, I would say I'm a realist. I think it always depends on the situation and the facts never lie. So I usually work from there." Riri responded.

"I love that you always have a unique answer to a question." Shuri was delighted with Riri, she really felt like Riri was her other half.

Some time had past, and so had that whole bottle of wine. Shuri had packed everything back into the basket. The two sat together, it was darker outside. This is where things start to get more interesting. 

"We should swim. I want to swim." Riri said, tipsy.

"Girl, swim? I don't like saying no to you, but neither of us are dressed to swim." Shuri responded. 

"Well we have too choices, we can swim in our undergarments which is probably a safer option, or we can swim naked. It's your choice, but we're swimming either way." Riri said as she took her shoes off in preparation for swimming.

"Well I guess the first option. Why not swim in the dark while we are at a lake we've never been too before. This is some white people shit." Shuri spoke as she began shedding her clothes as well. 

Riri finally pulled off her dress, revealing her matching navy blue bra and panty set. Shuri finished undressing as well and was left in a sports bra and some boxer brief underwear with a decorative waistband. 

Riri stood up, reaching her hand towards Shuri to usher her to stand up as well. They walked a few feet away to the small beach with a thin layer of sand. The water splashed up the girl's ankles and they flinched from the temperature change.

Riri continued easing into the water while Shuri stayed a bit further back. She water was at Shuri's naval while it was almost to Riri's shoulders.

"Stop being a pussy, get in the water Shuri." Riri spoke.

Shuri just looked at Riri and shook her head, she didn't mind the water she just thought what they were doing was insane. 

Riri treadded towards Shuri, and she quickly grabbed Shuri's arm pulling her further into the water. Both of them ended up falling with a splash. Happily they were both great swimmers.

They both popped out of the water at the same time, they caught their breath. Both of them were both entirely soaked, Shuri shook her hair at Riri splashing her. The calm waves splashed against the two. 

The two were about 2 inches apart. Riri wrapped her arms around Shuri's neck. 

"I forgot how to swim." Riri said jokingly as an excuse to be closer to Shuri.

Their moment a silence was broken by a crash of thunder, the both of them jumped. Soon enough water was dripping on them overhead.

"Damn, way to kill the mood mother nature." As Shuri spoke thunder crashed once more.

After the second crash the girls began swimming back towards the sand and once they were on the beach again, the water was pouring. 

"Car's unlocked, go!" Shuri yelled throwing Riri all of the clothes.

Riri rushed to the car hopping in the passenger's seat, Shuri had to grab the picnic basket, but she quickly made it to the car as well.

Once they were both in the car, they broke into a fit of laughter. The series of overwhelming events was suddenly hilarious. 

"I'm not even upset, this is just all really random. This is the best first date I've ever had." Shuri spoke through her laughter. 

Riri agreed and laughed with Shuri then Shuri's kimoyo beads rung. They were cut off with a phone call. 

"Princess? There seems to be a terrible storm in the area, we aren't able to pick you up until tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience." Okoye's voice echoed through the car. 

Shuri laughed and rolled her eyes. "It's alright, I'll find somewhere to stay now by!" She hung up as quickly as she answered.

She sighed, she turned the car's heat on as she realized they were just sitting on cold leather. 

"You can stay at my dorm if you want- if you want to of course I totally understand if you don't want to." Riri offered. 

"I would love too, thank you. That's much easier than booking secure a hotel at this time of the night." Shuri said.

Before the two began to drive off, they put their clothes back on.

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Riri's Pov:

Shuri was currently in the shower in Riri's dorm room. She had gotten out before her. 

The two had had a very eventful night and they were both exhausted. But this was the make it or break it moment, and hopefully nothing tempted either of them to have sex.

Shuri was taking ages in the shower, so Riri went and laid in the bed, making sure to leave space for Shuri. She scrolled mindlessly on tiktok, and eventually the same audio played over and over, suggesting she had fell asleep.

Soon enough Shuri made it out of the bathroom, she ended up throwing on some of Riri's shorts and a shirt, both were a bit short on her but it would do, she noticed Riri asleep so she turned off her phone, she laid next to her and pulled the blanket over both of them. 

This was a pretty solid first date.

[koffeesfancy]

Celebrating Juneteenth with Girlfriend Koffee

Mikayla has never heard of Juneteenth before, but is really excited to learn from you

She has new questions for every new bit of information you share

You start off by making a traditional Southern breakfast that she thoroughly enjoys

She's nervous and reluctant when you ask for help making red velvet cake

You make a joyful, laughter filled mess and give her your cake batter coated finger to test taste

You visit family or call home and she is sure to pay attention to stories and reflections from your elders

The two of you go to a black crafts fair and she supports by picking out handmade jewelry, beadwork, and shirts

Lots of dancing to live music

She loves seeing the dancers and drummers perform in the street

You end the night with a kiss under the fireworks 🥹

[trickortpwk]

The way Harry barely ever hangs out with women too he deadass only consistently hangs out with women he’s dating/ family members the closest he got to hanging out with a woman that wasn’t Olivia this tour was when elin was watching koffee perform with him and his crew in Brazil

and before that it was those drone pics in italy of him and molly havin a laff lmao

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

Harry Styles • LOT LATAM • Sao Paulo 3 • 14.12.2022

Harry came on stage as a rainbow ostrich to reveal a golden & wine outfit later underneath • “It’s the last show of the year!” • keeps practicing Portuguese • hat • Keep Driving fan project • perfecting his “pão de queijo” pronunciation to avoid mixing it with “cheese dick” • “Two days and I’ll be home” • The family show. Dispite the Paus and the Rabas • pride flag • Koffee joined Harry • MEDICINE

[too-much-candied-meat]

Please don't ignore me

Hello, I'm Lina from Gaza🇵🇸🍉. I'm part of a family of 8. I'm married with two young children. We've been bombed, besieged, and starved. Sadly, I've lost many of my family members❗ and I can't afford to lose any more. With a heavy heart, I'm asking you to help me spread my campaign. Please, what I'm asking is too much. Can you write a post about my story and share it with your friends? I desperately need your support. My father and brother were injured in the bombing and are in critical condition. They need to travel for treatment. I need your support. The genocide is still going on

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@ana-bananya

I don’t have any money but I’m playing on drawing a comic about what is happening . I’m planning on spending 1-2 hours a day on it . I’m planning on posting each comic with a donation link to follow to support the families . (And maybe a koffee to support me because I’m unemployed at the moment . )