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dogtorari · 1 year

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❤️🖕🏼

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moonsbijoutoo · 7 months

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Yahaira Rios Camino Rios

“Papi was a man split in two, playing a game against himself but the problem with that is in order to win, you also always lose.”

- Clap when you land by Elizabeth Acevedo

#book #books #book aesthetic #clap when you land #poc #woc #bgm #🏳️‍🌈 rep too but mainly sisterhood #yahaira rios #camino rios #afro latino representation #afro latina #afrolatinas #had to remake one of my old posts

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fandomshatepeopleofcolor · 2 years

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So I want a latina of color for Morticia this is going to be an incomplete list of latinas of color who would slay as Morticia Addams

Lauren Ridloff is a deaf afrolatina

gina torres is over fifty still looks amazing and honestly doesn’t get enough work.

another latina over 50 she is adept at comedy and drama (see her role in Frida).

mod ali

PS: inspired by this post https://fandomshatepeopleofcolor.tumblr.com/post/693479594234347520/this-is-the-closest-to-a-comic-accurate-gomez-ive

#morticia addams #gina torres #afrolatinas #latinas of color #lauren ridloff #salma hayek #the addams family

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fivepercentgodsandearths · 2 years

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Beautiful SeeAsia

#nation of gods and earths #supreme mathematics #five percent nation #words of wisdom #Women #women of color #black woman #allah school in mecca #5% nation of gods and earths #black men #Afrolatinas #afro latino

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deejayfaith · 2 years

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Afrobeat Djs #Adjs in collaboration with #AfroMundos Almost Soldout 🚨🚨ONE WEEK LEFT➡️➡️ @afro.mundos #afrobeats #afrobeatsmexico #mexico #dance #afrosalsa #afrosalsafusion #danzamexico #dancechallenge #afrofusion #afrobeatsdancer #salsa #afrolatino #afrolatinas #salsafusion #bailamexico #afrobeatsproducer #afrobeatsdancer #Tulumafrobeats #Tulumdance #AfromundosFestival #blacktulum #blackintulum #afromundos #nigeriansmexico #africaninmexico #afromexican #Tulum #Mexico #afrofestival #festival #tickets (at Tulum, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-vgqEokja/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ghost-37 · 5 months

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JULIANA NALÚ

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japhoriaa · 6 months

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# MILES' HEART.

( title is literally based off of "kevins heart." 1 of my fav songs.) , (alsooo, in honor of the last few days of hispanic heritage month, enjoy an afro latina reader!!)

: ̗̀➛ mmm ionk, read n find outt!

PAIRING : e!1610miles x afrolatina!reader .

GENRE : i honestly have nooo idea.

WARNING : a lil cussin .. and whatever else. -- no damn proofread bby. (i really hope my spanish isnt horrid. i will sob.)

you and miles strolled down the streets of brooklyn, new york in silence. nothing but the sounds of busy traffic breaking the on-going silent treatment you were giving him.

-- "man, wassup witchu?" he spat. you could basically hear the annoyed tone through his thick brooklyn accent.

you muttered out a - "nothin." as you continued what was supposed to be "silent treatment." whilst scrolling through your tiktok feed -- one airpod in, with your knotless braids pulled into a bun.

"mmtch, dont 'nothin' me. obviamente algo anda mal." he spoke; looking at you for a split second, walking closest to the road-- with you walking closest to the passing deli's.

you loved- no. adored that he knew the sidewalk rule.

but was this the time for allat lovey, dovey shit? no. you were supposed to be mad at this nigga!

"aparentemente." you mumbled, not paying him any mind. a moment of silence followed with your statement as you two walked.

the laces of miles' jordans slapping against his shoes. always wearing his damn shoes untied, what a dumb habit. but that made miles, miles.

"look baby, im sorry- ok? for whatever i did to piss you off, i dont know what i did to actually make you mad at me, but lo sé, lo siento mi corazón."

a small smile made itself a home on your lips as he apologized. thats all you really wanted to hear, especially giving that your last failed relationships barely knew how to give you a compliment.

"mm.. its ok.." you said as you fidgeted with the bracelets on your arm.

"Te amo, lo siento otra vez." he spoke; looking back over at you with that dumb smile on his face.

"mhm, yo también te amo miles." you said, looking over at him also.

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zyafics · 6 days

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𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron + his afrolatina! gf 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

— based on this ask right here ✧

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron moodboard #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron edit #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron aesthetic #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #zya's moodboards #zya's rafe cameron moodboards #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron x afrolatina!reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 days

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Y'all.

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callmerosiie · 14 days

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💋

#me #rose #selfie queen #pretty smile #pretty black girl #pretty black woman #pretty lips #pretty eyes #kissable #black girl aesthetic #black girl beauty #pretty latina #pretty puerto rican #afro latina #afrolatina

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jadeseadragon · 1 year

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Harmonia Rosales:

Strangler Fig: Adam, 2022, oil on wood panel 60” × 30”

Strangler Fig: Eve, 2022, oil on wood panel 60” × 30”

#harmonia rosales #afrolatina artist #women artists #adam and eve

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woobosco · 1 year

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Afro Culture (My culture)

@woobosco

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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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miguel x mexican/black fem! reader

fluff/silly hcs

favorite thing to do together is talk shit/gossip in spanish knowing damn well that the people you’re talking about wouldn’t understand a damn thing in spanish LOL

spanish endearment words! miguel loves to refer to you as “querida, corazón, muñeca (sometimes), mi sol, mi vida, mi alma, mujercita” while you refer to him as “guapo, mi amor, cariño, hombre,”

he loves the way you say his name. it’s like a lullaby to his ears. i think he loves your accent and the way you accentuate his name with love.

he’s surprisingly good at braiding your way when you make him braid your hair before going to bed. well, you sometimes forget that he used to braid his daughter hair a lot…☹️

miguel loves it when you rant to him about anything quite literally anything. whether is about some person you don’t like or a new hyperfixation he will be all ears.

you purposely piss him off…you love when men get mad…you find it funny when miguel is annoyed with you BUT he doesn’t get extremely mad at you. you push it because you wanna see if he would actually get mad at you but surprisingly enough he doesn’t! just annoyed, “stop being annoying y/n.” he says it with a smirk but his voice is dripping with annoyance.

he learned your whole hair care routine. he payed attention when it was your hair wash day. he secretly loves to watch you wash you hair and take note of the different hair products that vest suits your type of hair whether it’s afro, curly, textured, thick you name it.

that’s why when one day you asked him if he could wash your hair, he happily obliged and you were so surprised he knew which products where which and in the specific order that you used them. HE LIKES TO GIVE UU SCALP MASSAGES 💆🏽‍♀️ sometimes you’d end up falling asleep on the sink and he’d wake you up, “okay mi vida, your nap time is over.” he’d make fun of you for falling asleep HAHA

miguel loves loves loves it so much whenever you where long acrylic nails 💅🏽 it’s just something about the way they make your hands adorned and pretty. he’s always grabbing your hands and just awestruck by the artwork done on your nails <3

suggestive: when miguel and you were making out and in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t realized that his claws came out and they were digging into your hips + his fangs were more prominent which grazed against your lips. you jolted from the sharp pain of his claws digging into your skin and he felt really bad. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to.” he apologized profusely throughout the day after that because he would never hurt you. of course you told him you didn’t mind it one bit, and that you kinda liked it which left miguel was dumbstruck by it 😭

“please please please!! i wanna see your fangs oh my god, please please please.” you begging him to show you his fangs and he would be reluctant to, “what? no, not here.” obviously he gave in and you we’re literally literally so intrigued by his fangs. you were awestruck and he kind of blushed because of that.

he was invited to your family’s cookout 😭 the black side of your family definitely had fun with him, showing him the good stuff. he fell in love with the food and he could not get enough of your grandma’s cooking. not him dancing to cupid shuffle with your uncles, aunts, and cousins 😭

now of course, your mexican side of the family would invite him to go to trips to mexico with all of you. you can say it was the most chaotic experience in your life BUT SO MUCH FUN!

miguel bonded really well and was fully accepted on both sides of your family. your mom almost fainted when you brought miguel to your house because it’s the first time you bring a good man. your mom knew you had terrible taste in men but when you brought miguel, lord. she was like “¡¡estoy tan feliz de tu novio!! siempre traes hombres feos a mi casa!!” while your dad was just happy you got a good man, finally. “nice to meet you, miguel. i’m sure you’ll make my daughter happy.” miguel happily nodded, “of course, your daughter’s happiness and well-being is my first priority.”

he takes you out on dates a lot…he plans them more than you do, and he always bringing you flowers with every visit. got you a promise ring and vowed to marry you one day (he’s a man of his words) it took him time to figure out his feelings but he did it!

he always encourages to reach for your goals and dream & promises to be by your side through it all, and you promised him you’d help him overcome his past traumas which really made him soft. he always cried when you said :(

lyla loves you!! she exposes his secrets or confessions he had about you, out loud…he gets super embarrassed and red about it, and you just tease him about it. one time it was something suggestive…he literally had to disconnect lyla for A WHILE LMFAO it was awkward as fuck 😭 “miguel um—wow i didn’t know you had that in you..” he looked down at the floor than at you with an embarrassed face gawd did he want to disappear. “well yeah…” he chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

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a/n: if this gets enough reach i’ll make a pt. 2

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sadkylos · 10 months

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Private Affair

Pairing: Professor!Miguel x Student!Reader || Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Amidst a challenging period in your life, you enter into a clandestine sexual relationship with your professor. Unbeknownst to Miguel, you develop genuine feelings for him. Little do you know that Miguel reciprocates those feelings while harboring a secret that could shatter your world.

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mdni, nsfw, angst

AO3

A/N: I’ll only be posting one or two chapters on here but the rest is on AO3 if you’d like to keep up with it! It has 17k words rn so I don’t want to post all of it on here. Enjoy!

Senior year of college was meant to be a time of excitement and anticipation for the future, tinged with a hint of nervousness. It was supposed to be a year of reveling in campus events and parties and enjoying your final moments of undergraduate life. Yet, for you, it was an entirely different experience. Dread loomed over your every waking moment, overshadowing any sense of joy or anticipation. The future seemed daunting, and you felt lost, unsure of what path to take after graduation. The weight of burnout permeated every aspect of your existence.

You had pursued a Bachelor of Science in Bioengineering, a field that had once ignited a passionate spark within you. It was the path you had always envisioned, inspired by your father, who had been the esteemed head of the Department at Alchemax, specializing in life-saving clone technology. Through his groundbreaking work, countless lives had been saved as major organ transplants became accessible to those in need. Your father had been your hero, a beacon of inspiration.

Tragically, during your high school years, a mysterious explosion occurred at Alchemax headquarters, claiming your father's life. The devastating loss deepened your resolve to carry on his legacy, fueling a relentless drive to pursue your degree. However, as you approached the end of your college journey, doubts began to creep in, clouding your once unwavering passion. The weight of your father's absence and the uncertain path ahead caused that once-burning drive to flicker and waver, leaving you questioning the path you had chosen.

“Y/N?” Professor O’Hara interrupted your thoughts.

He stood in front of your desk, expectantly waiting for you to answer his question. So far, you were horribly failing his Transport Phenomena class. It was hard for you to get yourself to study, let alone attend lectures.

“Sorry, Professor…I didn’t hear your question.”

The room was filled with the hushed snickers of your fellow classmates, their laughter dancing in the air. It was no coincidence you sat in the back of the classroom. Dr. O’Hara was known for making students cry, failing them regardless of personal problems, and never providing any chances towards extra credit. He possessed an impressive stature, towering above any individual you had encountered before. His height surpassed all expectations, commanding attention in any room he entered. Broad shoulders accentuated his commanding presence, while his remarkably slender waist added a touch of elegance to his physical frame. And his ass…If you didn’t hate him, you would’ve spent the entire semester vying after him. His skin was tan and somewhat weathered. If you had to estimate he had to be in his early thirties, younger than any other professor you'd seen. His chestnut-colored hair was slicked back with a few strands of rebellious hair falling over his forehead.

O'Hara placed both of his hands on his criminally slutty waist,

“Do you even know what topic we’re covering today?”

His eyes narrowed, a clear sign of his displeasure with your lack of regard for the class. The temperature in the classroom seemed to rise suddenly, making you feel uncomfortably trapped in your seat, apprehensive about what might unfold next. Your confidence waned, and you shrank down, hoping to become invisible.

For a brief moment, his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you, acknowledging that class time was coming to an end. However, his attention swiftly returned to you, his piercing stare causing a shiver to run down your spine. With an authoritative tone, he instructed the class to read Chapter Six of the textbook before dismissing them. Frozen under his intense scrutiny, you remained motionless, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down upon you, rendering you unable to escape his oppressive presence.

“You.” He commanded, his voice dangerously low, “Stay here.”

It took all of your willpower to not grovel before your unyielding professor. He stood before you and your ability to graduate this semester.

With your classmates hastily exiting the classroom, Miguel finally released you from his piercing gaze and proceeded to shut the door behind them. As he did so, you released the breath you had been holding, a subtle sign of relief washing over you. O'Hara's presence had always been intimidating, not only due to his notorious reputation but also because of the way he had treated you during freshman year in his Fundamentals class.

Back then, he had consistently singled you out, subjecting you to his relentless criticism and belittlement in front of your peers. At the time, you had been resolute, refusing to let any professor deter you from pursuing your ambition of following in your father's footsteps. However, as you reflected on those moments, a doubt lingered—perhaps you should have allowed the weight of his negativity to push you into reconsidering your path.

Now, Professor O'Hara sat at the front desk of the mid-sized classroom, his heavy lean back in the chair beckoning you to approach. You stood there, dumbfounded and slightly clumsy, struggling to regain your composure before cautiously rising from your seat to meet him.

“What’s going on? Freshman year you were constantly answering questions, annoying the class with your smart ass, and challenging me during lectures. Now you’re a bum,” You flinched at the insult as O’Hara continued to berate you, “ Who has an attendance rate that would justify me dropping you from my class.”

You anxiously rubbed your arm, shifting on your feet. It’s not like you could vent to your professor who loathed your existence. Dr. O’Hara began impatiently tapping his index finger on his desk, awaiting an answer.

“Answer me.” His demand sent chills down your spine, forcing you to meet his agitated gaze.

Unexpectedly, his authority scared you into confession,

“I’m burnt out, ok? Maybe you were right, maybe I’m just too stupid to even pursue Bioengineering.”

Your eyes widened as your professor looked unamused by your pity party.

He rolled his eyes, “Cut the bullshit. You’re not stupid and your 4.0 GPA up until now is a clear indication of that.”

You opened your mouth to reject his compliment. Sensing your doubt he raised his hand, motioning for you to shut up.

“I pity you, truly. It almost makes me wish you were as arrogant and annoying as you used to be.” O’Hara sighed again, “Mierda niña, look. From now on you’re going to attend every lecture. If you’re even a millisecond late I will get you kicked out of this program so fucking quick.”

You nodded your head fast enough to give yourself a headache,

“From now on you’ll attend every single office hour. I don’t care if you’re sick, if your grandma dies, I want you there. No excuses.”

You stared at him perplexed. Office hours? You weren’t dumb, you were depressed! Not only that but being alone with O’Hara for three hours, twice a week made you nauseous. Irritation spread across your professor’s face. His eyes darkened,

“ Am I talking to a ghost? Do you understand?”

“Yessir.” You squeaked.

Professor O’Hara shooed you away with his hand,

“Now get out of here.”

#miguel is spider-man #miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #reader is afrolatina #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv

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ghost-37 · 6 months

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sadomasochick-bnwo-cuckqueen · 1 year

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Baby, he pounded me for hours! It is so sore! Come lick it soft & gentle to make it feel better.

#ebony domme #latin domme #cuckcold #cuckslut #cuckie #sissy for bbc #beta faggot #bnwo #queenofspades #brownbunniesblog #sadomasochick #cucklife #cucking #hotwives #hot gf #swingers #ebony sexy #afrolatina #ebonycurves

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