#I am working on it 🫶🏿
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Editing my artist resume right now and my head is spinning with everything I've done these past two years 😭
I often feel so ?? under-qualified and undeserving so seeing it all typed out in text is helping my confidence a little
#too honest on main maybe but maybe this will help folks see you can be a mess but still make it work lol#once I had an interview and they asked what's special about my art and I froze for five straight minutes like its that bad#I am working on it 🫶🏿#Also I feel so bad for the cat next door because they stare over here every day and Sabine doesnt give af
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i am (never) a victim: charles xavier + self-blame
As a Charles Xavier obsessive, I’m hard-pressed to find analyses of his 616 self that see him as a person rather than a politic — either inside or outside of the text. Charles, while a central part of the X-Men mythos, often takes a narrative backseat to his charges. When it comes to Charles, comics fandom is often more interested in either (rightfully) maligning his milquetoast neoliberal philosophies or, on a less fun note, perpetuating “creepy disabled man” stereotypes. It’s difficult to find people who are interested in seeing him as the messy, complex character he is, and the high barrier of entry to comics makes it difficult for those who are already doing that work on the film series side of things to transfer over.
So, of course, you can probably infer that I was very pleased with Kieron Gillen’s Immortal X-Men #10.
first essay up on my shiny new writing site! discussing my fave bald blorbo re: immortal x-men #10, childhood abuse, the trauma of growing up telepathic, and victimhood.
link here! be sure to subscribe to the newsletter!
reblogs very much appreciated 🫶🏿
#charles xavier#professor x#xmen#x men#cherik#(erik is barely mentioned here but i know where the charles scholars reside)#x.txt
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Hey! <3🫶🏿
Gwen and Pav saw Hobie laid back being chill, they thought he looks so cool with his 'I don't care' personality. They noticed how many girls he would get around him, it's crazy to see him flirting and putting on his British Charm just to get them blush. The ultimate Rizzler as Pav giggles about it between Gwen. They were laughing at the way the girls fawn over Hobie's bad boy charm, his slick coolness bloom.
"Another girl gave him, her number?" Gwen asked as they stopped another anomaly in this world.
Pav nodded, "Yup! Too bad they will never get a call from him. His world is in the 70s."
"Oh yeah, he doesn't know about certain technology..." Gwen giggles.
"You know, what I noticed!"
"What?"
"Have you noticed how chill, and carefree he is, but" Pav turns his view to Gwen, "You saw how he reacts with-"
"Miles!" The two said at the same time with agreement. The two noticed how pink their punker gets whenever Miles comes around or touchy feely, he tries to play it off as being a kind friend.
"Right? He totally has a crush on him!" Pav said with excitement.
Gwen asked, "Who Miles having a crush on Hobie or Hobie has a crush on Miles?"
"Both!"
"Ahh," She grins widely, "Yeah, my gaydar keep going off whenever I see those two together."
"Are you okay with him crushing on your Miles?" Pav asked being concerned with Gwen's feeling. The Ghost-Spider did had feelings with their artistic friend.
"Yeah, me and him talked about our... feelings for one another isn't gonna work out. I'm pretty much trying to figure myself out first, and it's not fair to him after the whole Canon crap with Miguel." She sighs feeling a bit guilty to put her friend through so much. "It's fair for him to date someone..." Her blue eyes stare off at Hobie merely chatting to the teenage girls before they left. "Hobie would be good for Miles, and the same with Miles being good for him."
"Awe, you're such a good friend. You sacrifice your own selfish needs so your best friend can be happy! I'm so proud of you!" Pav hugs her with joy almost teary eye.
Gwen let out a low chuckle, "It's not that deep."
"Oh but it is. Gwen, you're a true Spider-woman!"
"Ha, yeah. I am!" She grins widely showing off her gap tooth.
"Hey, mates. What you two talking about?" Hobie calls them over as he walks toward them with his hands in his pockets. His wicks bounces by every step he takes.
"Nothing! Just... we wonder if you could rizz up anyone!" Pav said out loud.
"Rizz?" He tiled his head at the modern slang. The poor guy takes a while to understand his friends' slang because they live in a time where everything is modern. Especially when technology is so advance, he can understand it since he's one smart punker. Yet, it takes time for him to understand the devices like Smartphones, computers that are in smaller forms called tablets? What a wild time for him to live!
"You know, Rizz! To flirt or woo a person! It's a popular slang in our worlds." Pav explained, "Can you charm anyone if you want?"
"I wouldn't say everyone, but yeah. Why?" Hobie eyes at his two friends.
"Well, we know you always get girls to talk to you. We just want to know your secret." The blond teenager said.
"It's pretty easy. You just be cool, calm, relax like this," He kept his posture the same, "and give a look like this. Have your eyelids half open and smirk." His eye lids half open almost alluring, his smirk made his lips more lush, something about his face always enchant them.
They got Pav and Gwen blushing a bit at how easily they were rizzed by their friend. "Oh my Brahma! Turn that off! Turn that off, I think I almost fallen for you!" Pav put his hand on Hobie's face being on his tippy toes.
"Guh-" Hobie muffled by the sudden hands on his face.
Gwen could only closed her eyes, with her arms crossed and foot tapping on the ground. She's too upset with herself to be woo by Hobie's charms, and it wasn't all that much. Damn, he got her.
"You two asked!" Hobie chuckles in amusement, "Nothing wrong with that..."
"Well, it's better than what Miles' learn from his Uncle." Gwen admits finally looking at her friend.
Pav laughs out loud pulling his hands away from Hobie's face, "Oh yeah, the hand on the shoulder then go," He mimics the move to Gwen with is hand placed on her left shoulder, and his voice deeper, "Hey!"
"AHHH, ewww!" Gwen laughs with shrills in her voice being so weirded out by that move. "Ugh, it's so bad!"
"Hahaha, tell me about it. It's just weird!" Pav laughs along with Gwen having to do a little jog in place to release his laughter out somehow. "I bet you can pull it off." He said to the punker.
"Me? Pfft, I doubt it. It looks bonkers!" Hobie said out loud. "Your not gonna catch me doing that."
"Okay, but can you rizz up Miles? The same way you did with me and Pav. We wanna see his reaction."
Hobie bite his bottom lip, cursing himself to brag a bit. "Sure..." Putting a fake smiles, he saw Gwen and Pav giggles among themselves. Something tells him this might be bad...
~Later at Headquarters ~
"I told you, I have my own way." Hobie said to Pav.
"Oh, come on. You got show us what kind of move your gonna do!"
Gwen saw Miles portal opening up, "Um... Guys get ready. Miles is coming.
Miles run out of the portal to find his friends, "Hey, guys! I'm sorry I was late, had to finish up a project for tomorrow's class." He breathes heavily.
Hobie's whole body frozen, he could feel his heart beat in his ears, for the first time he felt his pawns sweating, "Oh you're just in time, right Hobie?" Gwen giggles.
Miles look at the tall singer with admiration, his doe like eyes couldn't get any bigger with those honey-glazed brown eyes. Pav and Gwen saw how Hobie's magazine collage around him turns pink with small fonts that read, "Fuckfuckfuck!"
The punker had a plan to do his look, but Miles' joyful face caught his off guard, Once again.
"Oh hi, Hobie! What's up, man?" Miles let out a small smile at him.
Hobie calmly walk up to Miles having his normal color, then he awkwardly place his right hand on Miles' right shoulder being taken an aback by this sudden gesture.
Gwen groans, "Oh no, not that."
"Oh boy..." Pav shook his head.
Then Hobie let out a small smirk then said, "Hey."
"That looks so damn awkward from here." Gwen said to Pav.
Pav nodded, "Not even his accent came save him. No way this will-" The two saw Miles being super bashful, his hand on his cheeks heated as was wooed by Hobie.
"It works on him!!!" Gwen stood in shock.
"Wow!" Pav's mouth dropped. "The bar is really low for him then?"
"So cool." Miles said, being flustered. "Hobie, how can you do that while be cool?"
"I'm always cool, luv." He grins widely, pulling his hand away. Not his best move, but it did the job. Gwen and Pav watches being too surprised. No one can rizz like Hobie!
"Ca-can you teach me, man!" Miles' eyes gleams bright almost like two sunflowers being blessed by the sunlight, his body bend low to meet Hobie's eyes, those luscious plump lips suddenly look so glossy almost kissable. The sixteen year old hold his arms behind his back as he cheeks flustered from being shy to ask for more advice, "Please, Hobie? I want to be cool like you, hmm?" He pucker his lips trying to do his best puppy dog pout.
Hobie's eyes widen like he saw something so forbidden, something too damn cute. It was all too much for him, his whole body turned pink to red to soft pink then flashing through many pinks and reds. It stopped when his whole body turns to sparkle heart shape stamps red paper.
"WHOA! I never seen him do that before!" Gwen shouted in shock.
Pav gasps, "He can have sparkle paper!"
"Um... Hobie?" Miles' hand gently tug Hobie's sleeve.
The seventeen year old quickly cover his mouth trying to hold in his own colors, the red becoming vivid. "Um.. yeah, Sunflower." He couldn't stop looking at Miles, he's just too damn cute for his own good.
"I was hoping you can teach me," Miles' hand gently rub Hobie's hand, feeling the cold spandex and long fingers with his own slender warm hands. "right now?" He looks up at Hobie with those bright eyes and beautiful sunkisses glowing cheeks.
Hobie froze again almost fainting. "Hobie, are you okay, man?" Touching Miles' hand was enough to send him fainting, he felt his whole body to warm... too red for his own good.
"I'm... I'm fine, luv." He lies trying to play it off.
Pav whistled, "Looks like they're meant to be!"
"Ditto. Let's go get lunch!" Gwen offers.
"Oh sweet! Let's leave the lovebirds." The two walks away to go get some food. Looks like the Rizzler have been rizzed by Miles.
Miles merely smiles at Hobie, who is still frozen in place being all sparkly with red and pink colors. "Hobie, your so funny..." Miles giggles.
#punkflower#miles morales#hobie brown#across the spider verse#spider verse#spiderman#spider-man#fanfic#flowerpunk
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She's Perfect
Judd Birch x Black, Goth Reader Headcanon
Requested // Request Rules
"I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS FOR JUDD OMG!! YOUR WORK *chefs kiss*!!! can I request judd with a black reader who's also a goth and the shit they'd do together! if not you can totally ignore this 🫶🏾"
Submitted by: @monibabsx3
A/n - I wasn't sure whether I should make this into a headcanon or one-shot, so I kind of made it a blend of both- Basically, I made one-shots out of categories based on what I think you guys would do~
[I try to write stories that don't evolve around skin color as much as possible so everyone can fully see themselves in it. So, if it's a little weird- my apologies 😅]
I myself am Asian, so I don't really know much about other cultures, but I do find them interesting, in general. I really hope I got most if not all of what you were trying to request! 🫱🏻🫲🏿🫰
Warning! cussing, racism, drugs, racial slur
Word Count: 1,376
⚠️NOT MY ART⚠️
Big Mouth Masterlist
Fandom Masterlists
/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/
Graffiti
"You ready?" Judd asked you as he threw his duffle bag into the back seat of his car.
"Ready as ever!" You replied as you put your respiratory mask on.
You both got in the car. Judd was speeding as usual, and you picked out the beats as he drove. You guys listened to a variety of songs, mainly going back and forth between Rap, Metal, and R&B.
Of course, it wasn't a normal car ride without letting every car around you guys hear the songs you guys were listening to. So, obviously, you blasted the nuts out of Judd's car radio.
You guys got out of the car and went behind an ally from an abandoned building.
You guys spent hours perfecting your art as you listened to some beats in the background. You ended up drawing your pride. You wanted your art to speak for your culture.
Meanwhile...
Judd ended up drawing what he thinks humanity's real truth is.
"Ironic, I know, but it speaks the truth." He said as he puts away his stuff.
You smiled, elbowing him. "I love you..."
His eyebrows furrow, "Where did that come from?"
You fidget with your mask as you continue staring at his art. "You don't see color- just the truth."
He smirks, leaning in closely; he kisses your head- "That's not entirely true..." You two stare at each other's eyes for a hot moment until Judd looks at your art. "That's you to me." He spoke in a soft tone. You blushed instantly and looked at him with shock eyes as you lifted your mask higher so he wouldn't see the blush.
He laughs, then quickly cuts it off- "Don't tell anyone I said that." He said, sounding all serious as both walked back to the car.
Hairstyles
You were sitting in Judd's room, feeling completely bored. You've been sitting there for about an hour, practically doing nothing as he sharpened his knives.
"Juuuuddd... Can we do something else PLEASE!"
"With what money?"
"I don't know... we don't have to do anything money related today- just something!"
Judd stops sharpening his knives he looks at you for a moment then proceeds to stand up. He walks towards his bathroom leaving the door open for you to see what he was doing.
You peaked in and found him leaning close to his mirror as he shaved the side of his head. He looked like he was struggling with the farther back part of his head.
You looked at him surprised.
"What?" He spit.
"N-nothing. Just a little surprised... I just didn't think you did your hair- since it was really good..." You muttered the last part-
"What was that-?!"
"Nothing!" You giggled... You continued watching him struggle only to end up grabbing he knife.
"Hey!" He turns around.
"Relax! I got this~" you said in confidence. "You looked like you were struggling."
He grumbled. "I don't like it when other people do my hair- they always do it wrong."
"You and me both." You sassed. "Now turn around."
He grumbles and proceeds to turn. "If you fuck up my hair I will-"
"Shave me bald?" You interrupted. "Yeah, don't worry- I got this!"
~Time Skip!~
After hours of angry Judd wiggling and whining, his hair was finally complete.
"We would have been done hours ago if you just stopped wiggling!"
"I wouldn't need to if you'd stop pulling it on so hard! Besides, I. Don't. Wiggle." He said, standing up, towering over you. He had his arms crossed... He looked hot.
You had your arms crossed, too- a smirk started forming as he stood in front of you. He hadn't seen the full results yet... You simply grabbed his arms, turning him around so he could see himself in the mirror.
His reaction was priceless... Man was literally touching his face as if he couldn't believe that the man in the mirror was actually him- One thing's for sure: he looked like a badass.
(This is how I would have pictured him... just with blue tips for his bangs~ Personally, I think he would look hot as fuck 😏😂)
With the beads and his edges done... he never thought he'd live to see that day when he actually feels cool with braids on...
Your smile only grew as you watched your boyfriend check himself out in the mirror. You giggled, shoving him in the arm. "Feels good to look good, huh?" You smiled biting your lip. He smiled grabbing your hips pulling you close.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I guess I won't be going bald anytime soon~" you said, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. He smirks, not saying anything- he just smashes his lips towards yours.
Racism
"Calm down, dude it was just a joke~" One of Judds friends said.
You were currently sitting on top of a rock wall. The roof part that's supposed to be connected to it broke off years ago.
You were hanging out with Judd and his friends at an abandoned orphanage, smoking pot. You were all cracking jokes and having a fun time until someone said something a little too offensive.
It was one of 'Judd's' newer friends... Judd's friend Camden invited him. The dude's name was Deerk. Pronounced: Dee-erk. He was blond with dirty, long hair. He was wearing a loose tank top that looked like he hadn't washed it in weeks. He had a green bandana on... it looked like it was sucking in the grease from his hair due to how long it's been there- He had loose pants, so every time he walked, his underwear would show- And lastly, he had slippers on.
He looked like a certified hippy. He was also extremely pale and skinny, as in bridlebone skinny.
He was currently lighting up a joint. "Want some honey?" Judd scrunched up his nose instantly when he heard what his 'new friend' said. Instinctively grabbing ahold of your waist, he just sat there staring at the guy.
"No thanks," you said. "I don't smoke."
"Really... Well, that's surprising."
Clearly, the guy was high-
"W-what do you mean by that?" You didn't really want to believe in what you just heard.
You crossed your arms waiting for the guys reply.
He smiles. "W-well, it ain't no big deal-"
The group started to realize the tension...
"I-I just thought that you smoke that's all."
"Why? Is it cause I'm black? Do you assume all black people smoke? What?! You wouldn't offer a cig to a white girl unless she asked, right?"
"N-no, no! It's just most of my black friends-"
"Oh, were comparing now!"
'No! That's not what I meant!"
You stood up with your arms crossed, staring down at him. "Then what? What did you mean?"
The guy looked at you as if you were being unbelievable right now. He looked around at the other people with him. They all shooked their heads.
He shrugged his shoulders- "Come on, can't we all be ni**** about thi-"
He couldn't even finish his sentence because Judd's fist slammed into his face, causing him to fall back. As you left.
His nose was bleeding. "Oh- come on, man! Not cool-"
Then Judd walks towards where you walked off. Meanwhile, the entire group of friends got up, too. Shaking their heads as they threw their joints to the ground. Some calling the dude an idiot...
"Camden- you too?" Deerek said as he watched his new friend get up.
All Camden did was flick his dead joint at him. "It was a regrettable choice of mine to bring you here. Find your own way home, racist fucker." Then he walked towards where the rest of his friend group left.
When he caught up, he found you and Judd sitting on a rock close to the river. He saw you get up and walked away as Judd nodded.
He then walked towards Judd, grabbing his shoulder as he took a seat right next to him. "Hey, man."
Judd nods as he placed his cig back in his mouth.
"Sorry about that, is your girl, okay?"
Judd removed the cig and puffed out a cloud of smoke, nodding as he stared off into the distance.
A/n
I hope this is okay! I wanted to make it into a regular one-shot, but it was kind of hard for me to think of adding all these plots into one story whilst also keeping it a good length. So, I decided to put this into small little stories instead~!
I might actually make a part 2 because I had a lot of ideas. With all the new experiences and what you guys would do together. This was kind of fun~ 💕
#big mouth#big mouth fandom#big mouth fanfiction#big mouth netflix#big mout judd birch#big mouth judd birch x reader#judd birch x reader#judd birch x black reader#black reader#one-shot#headcanon#judd birch fanfiction#x black fem reader#x black reader#love#healthy relationship#hairstyles#graffiti#graffiti art#black and white
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auaah the hatred of labor but wanting to move out is so real, im rooting for u and hope you find a way to achieve your goals without becoming a facet of the wretched capitalist system 🫰🏿
LJITERALLY like i realize how lucky i am to even be able to say dis i may not appreciate how im treated here but im happy i get to live with parents and not forcing me to work is the grace they give me...its the trade off.... but like idk.
I mentioned it in tags but i dont make much from comms but it works because i get work done on my own time...id probably make the same amt at a "real job" (bc i have no high paying skills/degree etc) but itd require 8+ hrs of labor...like.....no thank u.....if i weren't trans id have 0 issue just saving and staying here for as long as possible....gotta figure smthng out...anyway thank u + ditto 🫶
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I read your post about sabotaging yourself and it resonated deeply so I made it clear to myself I am going to enter the void no matter what because I can have anything I desire just by this (I can also do it without void but you get what i mean) so why the fuck not.
After that I laid down on my stomach in starfish position with my blanket on me and began to affirm all the void affs I could remember. (just to mention no I did not meditate to clear my thoughts out, next time i’ll try it though I think it may be helpful for me since I have ADHD.)
If you do happen to post this heres all the ones I remember affirming for some people who do need affs!
list of affs I used.
I am not attached to my body.
I am void.
I am.
Subconscious, take me to the void now.
I detach from reality and enter void.
I enter the void in 2 minutes.
I can no longer hear, feel or see, everything is dark and I am detached.
(i think im gonna shorten it down to just 2-3 affs because I think it’ll help me get into it faster.)
sometimes i caught myself drifting off to sleep and sometimes affirming the opposite of what I was supposed to say because I kept drifting off.
My body felt really really heavy and sluggish and I honestly think I kept drifting off to sleep instead of into the void, because I didn’t feel myself getting pulled up into it but more so like drifting into like drowsiness or so. So I stopped and told myself I’ll just go to sleep and wake up inside the void since I keep drifting off towards it anyways.
I noticed while laying down my hearing kept drifting in and out idk if thats because I was drifting to sleep or what, but I could no longer hear my box fan sometimes but then like something in me kept…idk like kept waking me up from that feeling (which I think is a sign of me entering the void…so i’ll take that into consideration)
When I opened my eyes I felt so sluggish and heavy, but heres the thing. Not one single thought relating to “failure” or “the void doesn’t work” crossed my mind, and instead I felt really good. My body felt sluggish as hell, but my mind felt really gooddd. Like i felt my mind was saturated, and it felt a little heavy (big brain moment😝😝) and my body was just really heavy as well.
Whilst this wasn’t really a void success story this is the most “movement” I’ve ever experienced while entering the void, and I would really like to thank you for giving me that wake up call and telling me to stop being lazy with my life, all I have to do is affirm and persist in that assumption.
I am going to state my name. My name is Noa and I will come back with a success story sometime later on today or tomorrow. because I have made it my intention to enter the void while taking my nap, and nothings going to stop me as long as i assume I will do so and set the intention to do so.
I wondered for a few mins how it would feel to wake up inside the void…because logically u open ur eyes to wake up but I stopped myself and told myself logic does not fucking matter, stop asking questions and just do it.
This is the end of my little ask thingy but expect to see me back sometime later!! 🫶🏿
Aww I'm so proud of you. Even though you didn't enter YET, I know you will! And I'll rmbr your name and await your success story! I'm so glad my post helped 💗
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Girl... I'm literally inlove with you, no joke. Your fucking amazing, like genuinely. Your writing has SO.MUCH.FUCKING emotion and you can FEEL the words, like your genuinely phenomenal, like ACTUALLY, and I don't say that lightly sista. But like, good luck on graduation, whether it be college or high-school, if you need some tips on looking for jobs hit me up💕💕
(Ps don't be hard on your self your amazing and gorgeous and so so so nice and considerate💋🫶🏿🫶🏿)
me?
oh my, this is such a huge compliment. I am tearing up a little 🥹 THANK YOU ❤️ emotion is something I always strive to capture well, especially emotions I haven’t personally experienced would y’all believe if I said I don’t think I’ve ever been in love? and maybe only had a crush on like 1-2 people? 😬
And thank you again for the good luck! 🥰 I’m graduating from optometry school and job hunting is a little daunting. I’m also still waiting on results from my last licensing exam so I can’t really work until I’m cleared 😭 I should find out soon so 🤞🏽 I just want to make sure I end up working at a place that doesn’t limit me and doesn’t treat patients like just numbers.
(Thank you so much for sending this! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! You’re so sweet 💕)
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I was about to DM you but then I saw that anon and THOUGHT fuck them. I HOPE they see this and eat shit. I want to say this because I want to get it off my chest. As someone who has been in non poc and non-black spaces before. I can say that your blog is one of my safe spaces for me. It's so refreshing to be in a space that isn't dominated by white people.
I used to read a LOT of Fall Put Boy fanfics when I was in middle school and felt sad when I would see what the MC looked like. Because she was either a blonde, brunette, or a red head that had pale skin and blue eyes. Then it got to a point where it was everything that I read, so I just "ignored" it or would pretend that this was me, and honestly looking back on it, I'm ashamed of it. Especially as a writer myself. It is SAD that I had to pretend as a BLACK WOMAN that I was this white girl who was named Riley or Clare to fantasize about a biracial white passing man.
Then, when I got into KPOP, I found AMBW fanfics, and it was nice, but I felt weird about reading it because it wasn't seen as the normal fanfics I was consuming for the past 3 years. Then I realized that I have black OCs from childhood, and I've imagined myself in stories before. Why am I uncomfortable now? Do I not love being black? I went down a whole spiral and was like well why don't I not describe race in my writing? It'll be easier for me and other readers. That way, it can be for everyone. After I found this on book that I LOVED on wattpad, I realized that I wanted to write this too. I want to write about being a black woman falling in love with an idol and them loving me back.
It wasn't until I was 18 and joined into an all white space that I realized I would and could never belong. No matter what, Fandom, no matter what I wrote or who I wrote for, I wouldn't have anything in common with them. Even when I showed them my AMBW fanfics, they felt like it was a good idea, but they felt uncomfortable because they couldn't center themselves in it.
The moral of the story is that it is HARD for black people and other poc to center themselves in stories that are not for them. The world makes it hard for them to. I want to write more fanfics about kpop idols falling in love with black woman. Or just living life and falling in love. I want to write anime fanfics with a black OC getting into MESS. Every time I get on this app and I see (idol) x blk reader (mostly Johnny) I get so happy or when I I see head canons of (kpop group) washing their black s/o hair it make me happy. It inspires me as a writer.
FUCK YOU ANON you're scary af and @multifandomslxt thank you for working so hard to create fanfics for us. I hope you keep doing it. I hope I didn't offend you by talking about my past issues.
Firstly, no you did not offend me sweetheart 🫶🏿
I’m happy that my fics and works provide people with comfort and happiness because that is exactly what I made them for.
I grew up on wattpad. Reading a lot of 1D and 5SOS fan fictions with white FMC all the time.
Every time they mentioned her long straight hair I always said that she was just wearing a 360 lace buss down😂
I didn’t realize until years after how fuxked up it was for me to only have access to books with little to representation of poc especially black women.
The romances that had black women were always rooted in trauma.
No soft loving
No calmness.
just pure chaos
And it made me realize that a lot of people think that black women cannot have love fictionally or realistically w/o it being toxic and chaotic.
I also realized how a lot of people and myself (unfortunately) thought that darker skinned, fat/chubby black women and other poc would always be the last choice for love or as a romantic interest.
I’m glad I grew up and understood that I was beautiful and fucking amazing but with that also came the reality that not everyone felt that way.
Unfortunately there were women out there who hated their body, skin, personality etc. Everything that made them unique.
And so I decided that no matter where I existed I would always make sure to highlight and uplift all my pretty bitches😂🫶🏿
Especially when they think they aren’t.
So yes, @multifandomslxt is a blog created exactly for that purpose and it’s here to fucking stay💕
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Welcome to this blog 📇
This blog is for people who are lost, traumatised or just curious.
I am Maé and i have been going through a spiritual awakening for a longggg time, so I have lots of knowledge to share! Also, I have a passion for social issues and helping my community, so I’m hoping this blog will help someone somewhere.
Why is it called knowledgeOverKnives?
Well like everyone I’m concerned about knife crime and the effects on my community. I’m FURIOUS at how the government (isn’t) handling it. I’m angry at the education system, I’m angry at the police, I’m angry at how people in my own community (black black + working class) view victims and purpatrators of knife crimes (who are also victims btw - argue with ur mudda).. im just angry and frustrated.
I want this blog to reach ‘gang members’ or people involved in organised crime. So if that is you - i want you to understand the power of your emotions, your mind and how much potential YOU have, how precious your life is. Also more practical things like online courses available in your area, work from home jobs and whatever else I can think of lol.
Why the overly sexual background (am I adding to the soft porn addiction men have? In short answer.. yes)
Unfortunately, men let’s admit it you like sexual images and I thought that’s the only way to keep some attention here. Is it a little gross and forced? Yes but oh well. I may remove it and we will definitely address soft porn + addictions on this blog some day too. Also I love a lil hypersexual art sometimes.. sue me.
Im hoping mixing spiritual, emotional and other knowledge I have can give someone some insight 🫶🏿
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heyy !just asking when will u post the next part of the fic with mafia bada, cuz i've been looking at your profile like 4 times a day and ofc no pressure to hurry it but like its sooooo goooddddd and im so invested in it and...
Also have a good day, love your works😘
Hiiiii! Chapter 3 is still in the works (I only started writing a few days ago as to not overwhelm myself) but I’m focused on writing the outline in case there’s something that I want to do later on in the story that I want to leave hints in the next few chapters :)). It is getting done slowly but surely!
It will (most likely) be a longer chapter (unless it isn’t), so it will take a while, and with other fics + school/work, I’m trying to pace myself so I am not so Overwhelmed™️
I will keep you all updated though, and if I make y’all wait too long I will post little snippets to hold you over😚😚.
But omg you’re checking my account ilu🫶🏿🫶🏿
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confession, i once just spent an hour or so scrolling thru your oc page. EVERYBODY FINE AND THE LORE IS INTERESTING! i'm deeply devoted and levi obsessed
AHHHHH STOP IT RN !!!?!? i am kicking my feet and squealing into my pillow thi smeans so much i worked so hard on em bookie 🥹🫶🏿 kissing you rn <3 !!!!
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does anyone have a mandoline they really love. mine is not great, it’s good enough to be a starter mandoline but not for heavy use which is why i stopped using it and started working on knife skills. But my knives also suck and are worse than the mandoline actually 🫶🏿 although i am very grateful to have both things in my kitchen.
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Scorpio Eclipse 2023: Timeless messages
Emergency Scorpio Eclipse messages. They are very short but touch on the main thing. Feel free to ask questions. 8H and 12H see me!!!!
This is not a one time thing by the way.
Last year these themes were highlighted but not as strongly, you were however promoted to look into the said themes.
This is going to be the last Scorpio eclipse until The Penumbral LUNAR Eclipse on May 7, 2031 at 16 Scorpio 25(So 8 years of no Scorpio eclipse).
The number 8 also represents Scorpio and in Tarot is the Strength card, YOU CAN DO THIS!
So just as Pluto in Aquarius(see my Pluto in Aquarius insight post here) comes to a climax, if you will have not done the work it will be a very hard time for you come the next 21 years and during these 21 years. Purpose to have made something good FOR YOURSELF in these coming 8 years.
First house Scorpio/Scorpio rising (Ascendant): Death of the self.
Second house Scorpio: Death of addictions.
Third house Scorpio: The call can't be placed, death of communication.
Fourth house Scorpio/IC: Death of your known relationship with/to motherhood.
Fifth house Scorpio: Inner child will die if you don't do something.
Sixth House Scorpio: Death of whatever has been causing you gut or mental issues. Death of the routines you have been having.
Seventh House Scorpio/DC: End of sex life, start celibacy. Stop casual sex. Stop borrowing, end of debt.
Eight House Scorpio: DM me, I'm just thinking "Annie are you Okay?" By Michael Jackson. Every single thing seems to be falling apart, you are called to restructure everything in your life by letting go of old foundations. Be a phoenix.
Ninth House Scorpio: End of higher education, it's time to hang the boots🫶🏿, I'm sorry. Cognitive dissonance.
Tenth House Scorpio/MC: Your career is struggling right? Your relationship with your father or as a father; it's the end, right? What you think about fatherhood, what has changed?
Eleventh house Scorpio: Kikulacho ki nguoni mwako! Umdhaniaye siye ndiye!
Translation: Sleeping with the enemy.
Twelfth House Scorpio: Now who is this going to prison 🤐DM me. So much...lack of peace. Reach out to me!
THINGS TO NOTE:
Your profection years and Lunar returns will help you so keep them in check.
What can I do to prepare?(Ritual)
Nothing. I hope everyone has been relaxing.
What services do you offer?
I offer therapy, birth chart readings, Human design charts and even Human Design classes so feel free to contact me here.
If you don't have WhatsApp just email me here: [email protected]
Here is my website.
You can also find me on Fiverr here.
My services are not plain Astrology, they are psychospiritual and multicultural as I am a multicultural psychologist.
I am highlighting that I offer therapy so if you are going through it just reach out to book a session!*
*I have a dual relationships policy in which if we know each other personally, I will give you a list of alternative and equally ethical + qualified therapists to contact for therapy.
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Warm unspoken secrets, The prison in my mind, Paper faces on parade 💙💚🫶🏿🫡
Ask Game Link!
Hi hi Yrr'na! Thank you so much for the ask! :D I shall answer this one for 💫!
Paper faces on parade – Do, or did you ever, put up a front around your f/o? Or do they put up a front around you or anyone you two know?
I have tried to put up a front around 💫 when I'm having a hard time, but he knows us too well. He can usually tell what I'm feeling by my body language and/or behavior. I have to remind myself to let my guard down when he's around, or even when I'm just by myself; and allow myself to feel. 💫 sometimes puts up a front when he isn't doing well, but I like to think that I can tell. He very often puts up a front around others; neither of us like showing weakness.
The prison in my mind – What haunts your f/o, and how do you help them with it?
💫 has been through a lot, much of which does haunt him. He tries to hide it from me when he's in pain, but I can often tell. If he wants to talk about it, I'm always there to listen. If not, (which is most of the time,) I am happy to provide a distraction, comfort, or anything else that he needs.
Warm unspoken secrets – Tell us a daydream you have about you and your f/o. It can be fluffy, spicy, or anywhere in between.
This one is really fluffy. I like to imagine what it will be like when we have our first child together, specifically once they're around 10-12 months old. Just a little babbly cuddly baby, excited about climbing and learning to walk, maybe even saying their first few words soon! The way baby's face would light up when 💫 got home from work, how proud we'd be as they pulled themself up on things and waddled around... Big smiles, maybe some teeth, at that age where they are REALLY excited about doing simple tasks like "go bring this to papa" or "where's the puppy?" I think 💫 would be such a great parent, it melts my heart thinking about it.
#sev's thoughts#f/o: yn1ipc#asks#ask answers#ask game answers#this post was a team effort bc it's taken us soo long to write#kinda funny how i can tell the difference in the writing styles between each question#can you?
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My guiding stars lead me to this blog, & I couldn’t be more happy to receive the signs from the universe. She says I should keep working on me. I am my greatest investor.
🌬🦋✨🏹🪐🫧
This is so beautiful. Thank you for receiving the guidance. You are on the right path and I’m grateful that this blog has played a small role in your journey 🫶🏿✨🏹
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I too am obsessed with Francis and I freaking love your blog 😩😩
ahh, Thank you sweets🫶🏿🫶🏿
I know that fine tired man, is just so sexy!! How could not be obbsessed😫😫
Heres a sneak for a request i'm working on (it should be done soon!!)
Walking down the sidewalk, milk carrier in hand the sound of the bottles softly knocking against one another. The smell of fresh pastries filled Francis's senses, as he pushed open the door, to your bakery—the bell you had above the ringing. Announcing Francis's presents, he flashed a soft smile, watching you flash one back. "Mm, special delivery for a special girl."
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