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Issa Rae | Cosmopolitan (2020)
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Issa Rae | SELF Magazine (2021)
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Issa 👑
#Repost @issarae
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on dit quoi? 📸: @studio_paluga
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fit: @chloe
face: @officialsheiks
hair: @felicialeatherwood
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issa rae via instagram
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ISSA RAE
Presents Viarae Wines
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If someday the moons call you by your name don't be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.
@hazalseren
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ISSA RAE & LAKEITH STANFIELD
The Photograph (2020), dir. Stella Meghie
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ISSA RAE & LAKEITH STANFIELD The Photograph (2020), dir. Stella Meghie
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Issa Rae as President Barbie
— BARBIE (2023)
dir. Greta Gerwig
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"What else do you think we would do? Go to therapy? In this economy?" There is a small scoff as she reaches out for the apple cider and takes a long drink, hoping that it will be the drink that dulls her senses. Everything is too loud, still, even after a couple of months since the end. Everything is too loud, too bright, too smelly, but she has to pretend everything is fine until it's fine. "Yeah, the apocalypse thing sucked, but it's over and we survived so time to celebrate."
where. christmas markets
who. @hearthstonc
"This place usually do shit like this? Have some kind of traumatic shit, then just brush it over with a market?" The question came with a little bit of disbelief, especially given the rumors that he'd heard. Damn city was almost the cause of the end of the world, or something like that. River understood that most people could be a tad dramatic.
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There is a nervous energy to her movements as she goes through the motions of making coffee, looking away from Damian even as she is intimately aware of his presence. It hurts to look at him, really, to remember that one of the last things he had experience was her on the throes of madness and she doesn't know if he remembers. Regina might not have killed him, but that means shit, when she remembers his screams as her teeth tore into his flesh. It is a horrifying reminder of how far she could fall, far worse than almost anything else she had experienced for the next fifteen years, save maybe for Hazal's death. But Hazal's death had not felt like it was her fault, it didn't feel like she was being torn in two at the reminder that she had hurt her family as she lost control.
"Hi," she finally says, voice rough as she settles the coffee next to the pastries she had bought in the Saturnalia market.
Person: @hearthstonc
Location: Elena Montoya's Old House
He doesn't really have any business meeting anyone there. He and Ismael were still tidying up gradually over time. It was something to do, they didn't ever talk all that much during it. The house was at least cleaned up enough now to have guests, or at least family. That's what she was and as they stand there together in his mother's kitchen, like they'd once done so many moons ago when he'd been a kid. Now they stand there without Elena moving about the kitchen, without an alpha. "Hi." And he says the greeting after they kind of just stand there for a moment and it's quiet, barely above a whisper. It all feels weighted, not just the war, but this. It feels like letting go of the elephant in the room of it's own house.
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