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thepansexualdemonchef · 1 year

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The smell of comfort

Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith

Tis fluff and sweetness, bc I'm terrible at writing angst. Enjoy!! Also these aren't my oc's except for Aponni and Nicolas, they belong to the lovely

@a-literal-no-name

"Food from the Heart?"

Angel nods her head, "Trust me the food in here, immaculate. Plus she needs more people to come here."

"Who is she?"

"The owner, Aponni!"

He gives her a look. She rolls her eyes and drags him in. The first thing you're hit with is the smell of fresh bread and sugar. A boy no older than 10 looks up from behind the counter.

"I'll be right there," he slides a pan into a display case and speed walks to the register, "Hi, welcome to Food from the Heart! What can I get started for you-Oh hi aunty!"

"Aunty?"

"Hi nick, do you have the-"

"Choco muffins? I think my mom is pulling them out. In the meantime, do you want to get your usual and your boyfriend's order?"

"Boy-"

"We-we're just friends!"

Nicolás gives Angel a look, "And I'm the president of the United States, I'm going to go check up on my mom."

"Nick, who are you talking to?"

"Tia Ángel, mamá!"

A woman who looked to be in her 30s holding a tray of chocolate muffins and smiled.

"Angel! It's nice to see you! Is this the Friend I've been hearing so much about," The woman said, "I'm Aponni by the way and this is my son Nicolás."

Roman realizes just how intimidating the woman across the counter looks and yet has a warm look to her. Angel's voice cuts through his thoughts.

"Can I get my vanilla latte and choco muffin?"

Aponni nods, "And for him?"

"Oh, black coffee for me."

Angel runs off to her table, Aponni chuckles. "I wonder where she stores all that energy."

Roman nods, gazing at Angel. The sunlight starting to peak through the diner windows creates a sort of halo around her as she waits for Roman.

He looks back to Aponni as he sees the kid grab two cups, one for a latte and his coffee. "How much-"

"It's on the house," Aponni said," Please, just you being her friend is enough payment for me."

Roman looks at the woman dumbfounded and notices a medical patch over her left eye.

Aponni grins, "You're staring."

"Oh I'm-"

She laughs it off, "It's nothing, my eye always gets stares!"

"Does it bother you?"

She shook her head, gazing at her son. Love and adoration threating to spill out of her eyes.

"It was hard the first few years when I lost it, being a single mother with my own to count on for help."

"He left?"

She shook her head, "I lost both him and my eye when we were coming back from a date. A drunk driver crashed into us. And for a while, I was a shell of who I was."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cause you seem like the type who understands loss the most. And if you're important to Angel, you're important to me as well."

Roman feels confused at her kindness? If you could call it that, trusting some stranger because they're "important" to a dear friend.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Grief never goes away, it gets manageable. But some days it just decides to attack you. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all."

Nicolás smiles at his mom talking to the man across the counter. He doesn't understand much about love, but when he hears his Tia talk about her "friend". It makes him understand it a little bit more. Like when he asks his mom to tell him stories about his Papá.

"Mom can you get more bags from the storage room?"

"Sure, are the coffee's done?"

He nods and she goes into the backroom. He brings the two cups to the counter. He looks up at the man. "What's your name Mister?"

"Roman."

He nods, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Roman!"

He snorts, "Just Roman is fine."

Nicolás beams up at the man, "Okay!"

Roman looks down at the kid, who's smile beams as bright as the sun.

"You know, Aunty talks about you and how you're her world. Mamá says I have a gift of reading people, because when you stare at Aunty. You see her the same way."

"You're very observant."

"I know. But you won't tell her that you feel the same. Will you," he asks, looking at his Tia.

"She will leave eventually."

"But what if she doesn't? Then what?"

Roman looks at the kid then back at Angel. What if she doesn't leave?

Giggles break the silence.

"You look so lost!"

"You're a little too observant."

"That's what Mamá says too!"

"Nicolás I have the bags!"

He runs up to his mom, "Thanks Mamá!"

He takes a bag and puts two choco muffins in without both adults noticing. And places it on the counter.

Angel goes to the counter and takes her latte.

"Have a good day, you two!"

"Don't forget to stop by again!"

Roman and Angel both leave the diner.

"So what did you think?"

"It's nice."

He opens the bag to see two muffins. A small small smile appears on his face. Observant kid.

A/n: Dang was this long. I was stuck on how to write all of them and not make them not too ooc. Thank you Nona for permission to write about them and I hope you enjoy reading this!!

#roman x angel #angelique angel smith #roman klymenko #romangel #bimbo graphic novel

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neshatriumphs · 1 year

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Dark Skin Directory

I did one of these for my sideblog BlackFemmeCharacterDependency (BFCD) and... While it’ll take longer on this end to do because there are more prominent figures here than on that one, I thought it would be good to also have one for my main...

EDIT: Okay, so the one that I did for BFCD does not work, so I am posting this one to see if it works, and if not, they’ll both be WIPS until I have the time to repair them

For the purposes of this list and on this page, whenever I say “dark skinned,” I mean a traditional brown crayon or darker. I grew up around Black people, so the words “dark skinned” do not mean the same thing to me as it do to nonblacks.

Queen Quet | Quiana Welch | Quinta Brunson | Quvenzhane Wallis

Wakeema Hollis | Whitney Houston | Whoopi Goldberg | Wunmi Mosaku

Xosha Roquemore

#to add to darkskin directory

Aliet Sarah

Tricia Akello

Sokhna Niane

Rashida Renée

Javonna Charde’

Ajak Deng

Edun Bola

Pretty Tye

Herieth Noela

#NeshaTriumphs Dark Skin Directory #4th #December #2022 #December 4th 2022 #Dark Skin Directory

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avocado-writing · 16 days

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Ryan Lucan (Life is Strange) x Reader

Astraphobia*

The Doctor x Reader

home

Roman x Reader x Angel [original characters belonging to @a-literal-no-name!]

Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith x Buff!Reader *

Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith x Buff!Reader Part 2*

A Marvellous Time, Ruining Everything Parts 1 & 2 *

Other

Behave Incel!Bruno x Roman Klymenko [characters belonging to @a-literal-no-name]

#miscellaneous masterlist #bottom graphics by bhaalism!!!

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 1 year

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Black Femme Character Dependency Dark Skin Directory || Entertainers Pt. 1 (A-N)

*I am attempting to redo this list that will not show up for some reason...

#BFCD Dark Skin December #BFCD Masterlist #BFCD DS Directory #Black Actresses and Female Entertainers Masterlist #Black Women in Entertainment #Flooding Your Dash with Black Lady Face #A-Z #Tags Masterlist #Masterlist #List will be updated as needed #BFCD Dark Skin December 2022

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thetisming · 6 months

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okay i'm just gonna do one of these

if anyone has any of the following bootlegs, would you be willing to trade or gift them to me? i dont have anything other than &j to trade but. okay heres the list in no particular order

literally ANYTHING with Daniel J Maldonado as any character. if he's Fifi though only a video cause i want to be able to see my special guy Fifi and he doesnt sing individually

Michael Ivan Carrier as Francois

Austin Scott as Shakespeare

Brandon Antonio as Francois or Romeo

just... anything with Philippe and Justin. i love them

anything, and i mean ANYTHING of the australian/singapore cast. anything. i would sell my soul for these.

Alex Thomas Smith as May

Joe Foster and Billy Nevers as May and Francois

Jaz Terry as May

Austin Scott as Shakespeare

Charity Angel Dawson as Angelique

JACOB ROZARIO AS MAY!

all preferred on google drive but literally anything works!! this show is my special interest and i love it so much

#& juliet #& juliet musical #&j #and juliet #and juliet musical #juliet musical #& juliet broadway #& juliet west end #& juliet australia #& juliet singapore #bootlegs #bootleg trading

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plumroseiswriting · 2 years

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A Very Bad No Good Evening

Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith belong to @a-literal-no-name *posted with permission*

Please heed all trigger warnings TW: Memory issues, ED, body checking, self deprecation, anxiety, time blindness, minor meltdown, food talk

SFW Tags: Hurt/Comfort, situationship, angst, fluff, venting

A/N: let me know if I need to add tags/TW! This one is the Angel centric companion of the last one! I may have projected a bit. Don't judge me. I finished this at 5am and did a little more with this in general cause I'm not as nervous so hopefully its okay.

It is irritating when you are in the middle of a thought and it just vanishes.

Angel stood in the middle of the room. She was in there for something. She had be in there for something. Her mind felt like a dry erase board that'd been wiped clean while you were still writing notes.

She turned back to go back to her room. She was still in her pajamas, it was 4:30 in the afternoon. She was supposed to change hours ago but she got stuck doom scrolling in her bed again. It made her feel lazy, she had a to do list and everything and she hadn't done any of it.

You've always been lazy though.

Her room was surprisingly clean, there was trash and some clothes on the floor but she just needed to grab all the dishes and-

Wait where was her drink? She had one didn't she? When did she put it down? It wasn't on her little desk or her dresser or on any of the shelves.

She left the room again.

Not in the bathroom, but she should pick up the socks before she forgets or they'll be there for the next week. Her laundry basket was almost full, she would have to try and get them washed tomorrow or she would be out of clothes too.

What was she-? Oh her drink.

The kitchen was clean aside from the bowls in the sink. She hated doing the dishes, the soap made her hands crack but the feeling of those latex gloves made her skin crawl. She had to wash them though, or they would start to smell bad. She turned on the faucet, waited for the water to get hot.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

R: Did you eat?

Always checking in on her. She paused, playing with her lip. She hadn't eaten, she wasn't hungry. Well no, she was hungry but she'd forgotten until now and really didn't feel like it. That would not be a good excuse.

A: Of course I did! 🥰😋

R: When? What was it?

Angel looked at the time, how was it almost 6 already? She hadn't done anything yet today.

This is why you're always in a rush

A: I ate at 5 and I had 🍑, and toast with honey. Sounds good doesn't it? Are you jealous? 😏Maybe I'll let you have some later...😉😉😘

She sighed loudly. She ate all the fruit he'd cut up for her already, what, yesterday? The day before? Anyway it had already been eaten, so if she did eat later it would have to be something else and she didn't want to put in that effort. She needed to. She didn't want to.

R: That's not enough food, Angel.

She rolled her eyes. She was getting frustrated.

A: 🙄😑I'll have a snack later Romi.

Angel tossed her phone on the chair and ignored it, rubbing her face until it almost hurt. She was supposed to be skinny and pretty and petite. That's the image she wanted, an image that fit. Skipping sometimes because she didn't feel like eating would be fine. Why force it anyway, that just gave her a stomach ache. She'd eat tomorrow. Maybe. Thinking about it put a knot in her chest.

If she didn't finish what she was doing and ate instead, she wouldn't finish anything at all.

The sound of the faucet suddenly came back to her, spinning around quickly to turn it off before the sink overflowed. Steam rose into the air and she knew she couldn't stick her hands in that yet. She sighed, she'd have to wait for it to cool off.

If you remember... or have the energy to do it later...

She scratched at her head, her eyes, her neck, with her long nails. It felt good, satisfying, like when someone washes your hair except you know exactly where to scratch.

Angel went back to her room again, she felt like she was walking in circles. She was getting annoyed with herself, that irritating confusion building in her head, it spun right behind her eyes. Not dizzy but cloudy and confused and she hated it. She had to be able to get at least something done before midnight. Just one thing. This time she wouldn't leave the room until she got something done. She wouldn't.

She looked up at the dress hanging on her door. It wasn't what she usually wore really, but she'd found it at a thrift store and it was just so pretty she had to get it. It was white, with lace detailing over the bust and long sheer fluffy sleeves. It would go perfectly with her heals and her pink leather vest and she knew Roman would love feeling the fabric. She hadn't gotten to wear it yet. It was too small, but she could get herself to fit in it if she tried hard enough.

Yeah, skipping a couple meals wouldn't hurt. This is fine for now.

She gazed around the room again, it was maybe messier than she'd thought earlier but it was still manageable. She grabbed the trash bag she'd started the day before and began shoving all the miscellaneous trash in it. It was mostly paper and drink cups. Getting most of that didn't take long.

You're still in your pajamas

Angel groaned, putting the bag down and pulling out one of the big black tshirts she'd stolen from Roman. It was dirty, she probably should wash it... she pulled off the pajama shirt and slipped the t on, it made her feel tiny, covering her up like a tint. She smiled, shoving the collar of it up under her nose and inhaling deeply. It eased her a little. She wasn't going to wash it anytime soon. She pulled on some shorts and quickly got back to cleaning.

She could feel her energy leaving. Her stomach started to hurt. That nagging feeling that she was going too slow, that she was running out of time, it wasn't helping the spinning in her eyes.

She pulled the hoody off her mirror and paused. She stared at herself a moment. The shirt definitely looked like a tent, her collar bones poking out sharply, her knees were sticking out from the bottom of the shirt. They looked bony. Her thighs weren't small, but her knees looked weird. She grabbed the sides of the shirt, pulling them tightly behind her so she could see her figure. Her boobs were too small, her thighs were big but her hips weren't, her shoulders were too wide and she didn't have a butt.

Eating could make you're boobs bigger. Might even grow as ass. It'll make you bigger.

She closed her eyes tight, letting go of the shirt and shaking her head. She didn't have time for this she needed to clean. She turned around too quickly, knocking the trash bag over and spilling most of the content right back onto the floor.

Her eyes stung.

The nagging, the spinning, her stomach hurt, she was running out of time.

What time? What deadline do you have? What are you forgetting?

Angel kicked the bag as hard as she could, the trash inside flying across the room.

"Why can't I EVER get ANYTHING DONE!?" Tears started to tip over her eyelashes. "Stupid, this is so fucking stupid," she hissed. "I can't ever get anything right, nothi- I FORGOT THE FUCKING DISHES"

Angel threw her bedroom door open, slamming it into the wall, she was crying now, frustrated and angry. She just wanted to get ONE thing finished, ONE, and she couldn't.

She marched back to the kitchen and stood staring at the dishes.

She didn't want to do them.

She needed to do them. It wouldn't take long, the water wasn't that hot and she had to get something finished.

...she didn't want to do them.

She was breathing a little too hard, her stomach twisting painfully, the confused spinning in her head, the burning in her eyes, it was overwhelming. The image of herself in the mirror, disappointed and unhappy, the dress she still couldn't wear, the fact she couldn't for the life of her remember whatever was nagging her. She was hungry, she didn't want to make food, why did wanting to make it matter? She NEEDED to make it but that made her want to do it less.

She sat down. In the middle of the cold kitchen floor, she just sat down and cried, rubbing her face, scratching her head, she wanted to throw her glasses across the apartment, the energy stuck in her limbs. She just sat there. Frustrated, thinking too much and angry about her inability to think at the same time.

What time was it?

Sniffling she looked around the room. Where had she put her phone? She'd tossed it on the couch. Very slowly Angel stood up. Her arms and legs heavy and dragging as she walked.

Her phone was face down on the cushion. She picked it up and plopped down, grabbing the fluffy pink pillow and curling up in herself. The screen was too bright for a second, it stung.

R: I'm bringing icecream.

Angel frowned, right now? She looked at the time, it was 9 o'clock. She opened the phone going to the text.

R: Don’t roll your eyes at me. You need more than a snack Angel, at least eat some cereal for fucks sake.

R: Don't ignore me.

R: Angel.

R: Fine. I'm coming when I finish working.

R: I'm bringing icecream.

She sniffed, the last message came in half an hour ago. She looked at her kitchen. She should at least try to finish them before he got there. He'd lecture her she was sure of it, with his arms all crossed and his face squished and while most of the time it was cute she really wasn't in the mood.

She didn't move. She got on her socials and started scrolling. She didn't move when she heard someone walking down the hall, she didn't move when she heard the key in the door, she didn't move when Roman walked in. She just laid there, frustrated because she just couldn't move.

He looked at her. She could feel him looking at her. He was holding a plastic bag in one hand and his keys in the other. He closed the door and sighed.

"What's wrong Angel?"

Angel sniffed, she was still crying. He was waiting for an answer. "I can't do the dishes."

He raised a brow, "You can't do the dishes?"

"No Romi I can't, I tried and I can't okay? Why are you even here." She shoved her head into the pillow

He paused for a minute. "Okay." There was stifled irritation in that word. His heavy steps got closer, she could feel him towering over her. His hand brushed her hair, his calloused thumb running over her cheekbone. "I remembered I didn't get you peaches. You haven't eaten today, have you?" She didn't answer, he huffed. "Alright."

He walked away. A second later she heard the freezer open and close. Then the sound of clinking dishes. Angel peeked over her pillow. Romans back was hug. He rolled up his sleeves and started washing the dishes in her sink.

She should be the one doing that...

A few minutes later the sound of the water draining reached her. Angel wasn't crying anymore, but her head hurt, and she still felt terrible.

The freezer door opened and closed again. Roman came back to crouch in front of her. "It's sorbet, they didn't have icecream. And strawberries. Come, have some." He spooned some out for her, but she didn't open her mouth to take it. "Angel, please." She buried her face back in the pillow.

You're acting like a child...

He put the small container on the table in front of her next to the glass of juice she had completely forgotten she was looking for earlier. He took a deep breath, muttering something she couldn’t understand. He picked her up, hugging her to his chest, letting her legs wrap around him, and sat back down.

Angel buried her face in his neck. He smelled like cigarettes and soap. She stayed like that until she fell asleep.

#roman x angel fanfic #creative writing

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celebchatter360 · 1 year

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Unveiling the Mystery: Who Inherited Nipsey Hussle's $8 Million Fortune?

Nipsey Hussle, born Ermias Joseph Asghedom, was a celebrated rapper, activist, entrepreneur, and philanthropist who passed away tragically on March 31, 2019. His sudden death left fans and supporters devastated, and many were curious about who would inherit his fortune. Nipsey Hussle had made a significant impact on the music industry and the community, and his wealth was a reflection of his hard work and dedication to his craft.

At the time of his death, Nipsey Hussle's estimated net worth was around $8 million. However, it is unclear who inherited his money. The rapper was survived by his two children, Emani and Kross, his brother Samiel Asghedom, and his parents, Angelique Smith and Dawit Asghedom.

After Nipsey's death, his family and friends created the Nipsey Hussle Estate to manage his assets and finances. The estate is overseen by his brother, Samiel Asghedom, and his mother, Angelique Smith. The estate is responsible for managing Nipsey's music catalog, merchandise sales, and other business ventures.

Although the details of Nipsey Hussle's will have not been made public, it is likely that his children, Emani and Kross, are the primary beneficiaries of his estate. Under California law, if someone dies without a will, their assets are divided among their surviving spouse and children. However, Nipsey Hussle was not married at the time of his death, which means that his assets would be divided equally among his children.

Emani, Nipsey's daughter, was born in 2008 to his ex-girlfriend Tanisha Asghedom. Nipsey and Tanisha had a tumultuous relationship, and Nipsey had custody of Emani at the time of his death. Kross, Nipsey's son, was born in 2016 to his longtime girlfriend, Lauren London. Nipsey and Lauren had been together for several years before his untimely death and were reportedly engaged.

Nipsey Hussle was known for his philanthropic work and his commitment to giving back to the community. He was a vocal advocate for social justice and economic empowerment and worked tirelessly to create opportunities for young people in his neighborhood. In 2018, Nipsey and his business partner, Dave Gross, opened the Marathon Clothing Store in Crenshaw, Los Angeles. The store was designed to create job opportunities and promote economic growth in the community.

Nipsey's death was a tremendous loss for the hip-hop community and the world at large. However, his legacy continues to inspire and empower people around the globe. His family and friends have worked tirelessly to honor his memory and continue his work. In addition to managing his estate, they have also established the Nipsey Hussle Foundation, which provides opportunities for young people in underserved communities to pursue their dreams.

In conclusion, while the details of Nipsey Hussle's will have not been made public, it is likely that his children, Emani and Kross, are the primary beneficiaries of his estate. Nipsey Hussle was a beloved rapper, activist, entrepreneur, and philanthropist who made a significant impact on the music industry and the community. His legacy continues to inspire and empower people around the world, and his family and friends are committed to carrying on his work and honoring his memory.

Rapper Deveondi

#nipsey hussle #hip hop #rap #music #entertainment news #celeb news #celebrity news #news

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dailyrapfacts · 2 years

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Nipsey Hussle was born on August 15.

Born Airmiess Joseph Asghedom, Nipsey Hussle came to Earth in Los Angeles, CA in 1985. He was born and bred in the Crenshaw neighborhood of South Central LA. His father Dawit Asghedom immigrated from Eretria and his mother Angelique Smith is African American. He was inspired by Snoop and other west coast rappers and made a way for himself as a rapper. Hussle was a member of the Rollin’ 60s…

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bimbo-graphic-novel · 4 months

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(a/n: thank you to everyone for the condolences and the kind words during this time of pain. right now i am not living, I’m simply existing. it will stay this way for the foreseeable future, as I have lost someone so dear to me, words cannot describe my grief. updates will be slightly irregular but will continue nonetheless. Enjoy this newest part and thank you for your support. )

#drama #graphic novel #graphic novel art #graphic novel on tumblr #love #new novel #novel #angelique angel smith #artist on tumblr #digital art #roman klymenko #female artists #digital arwork #original art #web comic #comic art #comic #comics #small artist

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kemetic-dreams · 3 years

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Ermias Joseph Asghedom (August 15, 1985 – March 31, 2019), known professionally as Nipsey Hussle (often stylized as Nipsey Hu$$le), was an American rapper, activist, and entrepreneur. Emerging from the West Coast hip hop scene in the mid-2000s, Hussle independently released his first mixtape, Slauson Boy Volume 1, to moderate local success, which led to him being signed to Cinematic Music Group and Epic Records.

Ermias Joseph Asghedom was born on August 15, 1985, in Crenshaw, Los Angeles, California,to Angelique Smith, an African-American woman, and Dawit Asghedom, an Eritrean immigrant. He was raised in the Crenshaw neighborhood of South Los Angeles with his brother Samuel and his sister Samantha. Asghedom attended Alexander Hamilton High School in the nearby Castle Heights neighborhood, but dropped out before graduating. At the age of 14, Asghedom left home and joined the local Rollin 60's Neighborhood Crips, a sub-group of the larger Crips gang primarily based in his home neighborhood of Crenshaw. His stage name, a play on the name of comedian Nipsey Russell, originated as a nickname given to Asghedom by a childhood friend. At the age of 19, Asghedom's father took both him and his brother Samuel on a trip to Eritrea, East Africa for three months in 2004.Asghedom credited the trip with inspiring him to become a community activist with an "entrepreneurial spirit

Death

On March 31, 2019, Hussle was shot at least 10 times in the parking lot of his store, Marathon Clothing, in South Los Angeles at 3:18 p.m. Gunshot wounds included a shot to his right chest, a shot that entered into his abdomen near his navel and severed his spinal cord, a gunshot wound to the right side of his back that penetrated into his chest and struck his lung, and a gunshot wound to "the posterior top" of his scalp. Two others were wounded in the shooting. All three victims were transported to a hospital, where Hussle was pronounced dead at 3:55 p.m. He was 33 years old. Rapper GBO Gaston claimed to have killed Nipsey Hussle on an Instagram post before the suspected perpetrator was arrested.Police have identified 29-year-old Eric Ronald Holder Jr. as the suspect.

Investigators believe Eric Holder, the suspect, was known to the rapper and that the shooting was possibly motivated by a personal matter.On April 2, 2019, Holder was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department and was being held in solitary confinement.On May 9, a grand jury indicted Holder on one count of murder, two counts each of attempted murder and assault with a firearm, and one count of possession of a firearm by a felon. On February 9, 2020, Judge Robert Perry said he hoped to begin the murder trial by early April.

Hussle is buried at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Southern California.His brother, Samiel Asghedom, was appointed the permanent administrator of Hussle's estate.

Hussle's memorial service was held on April 11 at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, with tickets provided free of charge. A letter from former president Barack Obama praised the rapper for his work in the community: While most folks look at the Crenshaw neighborhood where he grew up and see only gangs, bullets, and despair, Nipsey saw potential

A petition was started to rename the intersection of Slauson Avenue and Crenshaw Boulevard near Hussle's store Marathon Clothing to "Nipsey Hussle Square". On the day of his funeral, the council announced it was set to be renamed Ermias "Nipsey Hussle" Asghedom Square to honor him and his contributions to the neighborhood.

Mural of Nipsey Hussle painted in Toronto, Canada

There was a strong artistic response to Nipsey Hussle's death. Within a few months, over 50 murals dedicated to the rapper were painted in the City of Los Angeles. One mural is in an alley near the strip mall where he was killed. Hussle's store has remained closed since his death

#ermias #ermias asghedom #african #kemetic dreams #eritrean #asghedom #rollin 60 #rolling 60's #east africa #crenshaw #south los angeles #bullets aint got no name #brown skin #african american #dawit #alexander hamilton high school

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thebestpersonherelovesbucky · 3 years

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"Transgender Day of Remembrance seeks to highlight the losses we face due to anti-transgender bigotry and violence. I am no stranger to the need to fight for our rights, and the right to simply exist is first and foremost. With so many seeking to erase transgender people -- sometimes in the most brutal ways possible -- it is vitally important that those we lose are remembered, and that we continue to fight for justice." - Gwendolyn Ann Smith (Founder of TDOR)

2020 has seen at least 37 transgender and gender non-conforming people violently killed, more than any other year since HRC began tracking this data in 2013. HRC has now tracked more than 200 deaths since 2013.

Rates of violence against transgender people, particularly Black and Brown transgender women, have reached epidemic proportions. Since 2013, HRC and other advocates have tracked more than 180 cases of anti-transgender fatal violence across more than 33 states, spanning across 113 cities and towns in 33 states, the District of Columbia and Puerto Rico. This epidemic disproportionately impacts Black and Brown trans women of color, who comprise approximately 4 in 5 of all anti-transgender homicides.

Using someone’s correct pronouns reduces the suicide attempt rate by about half.

Advocacy starts by saying “I don’t know...”

Today we remember the lives of the beautiful souls lost this year:

Yunieski Carey Herrera, a 39 year old transgender Latina, was killed in Miami, Florida on November 17, 2020. She was 39 years old.

Angel Unique, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Memphis, Tennessee, on October 25, 2020. She was 25 years old.

Sara Blackwood, a white transgender woman, was killed in Indianapolis, Indiana on October 11, 2020.

Brooklyn Deshuna, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Shreveport, Louisiana on October 7, 2020. She was 20 years old.

Felycya Harris, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Augusta, Georgia in October 2020. She was 33 years old.

Michelle Michellyn Ramos Vargas, a Puerto Rican transgender woman, was killed in San Germán, Puerto Rico on September 30, 2020. She was in her mid-30s.

Mia Green, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on September 28, 2020. She was 29 years old.

Aerrion Burnett, a Black transgender woman, was killed in independence, Missouri on September 19, 2020.

Kee Sam, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Lafayette, Louisiana on August 12, 2020.

Lea Rayshon Daye, a Black transgender woman, died in Cuyahoga County Jail in Cleveland, Ohio on August 30. She was 28 years old.

Aja Raquell Rhone-Spears, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Portland, Oregon on July 28, 2020. She also went by Rocky Rhone.

Queasha D Hardy, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Baton Rouge, Louisiana on July 27, 2020. She was 22 years old.

Dior H Ova / Tiffany Harris, a Black transgender woman, was killed in the Bronx, New York.

Marilyn Cazares, a transgender Latina, was killed in Brawley, California.

Summer Taylor, a white non-binary person, was killed in Seattle, Washington on July 4, 2020.

Bree Black, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Pompano Beach, Florida on July 3, 2020. She was 27 years old.

Shaki Peters, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Amite City, Louisiana on July 1, 2020. She was 32 years old.

Merci Mack, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Dallas, Texas, on June 30, 2020. She was 22 years old.

Brayla Stone, a Black transgender girl, was killed in Dallas, Texas on June 25, 2020. She was 17 years old.

Brian “Egypt’ Powers, a Black transgender person, was killed in Akron, Ohio on June 13, 2020. They were 43 years old.

Selena Reyes-Hernandez, a transgender woman, was killed in Chicago, Illinois on May 31, 2020. She was 37 years old.

Jayne Thompson, a white transgender woman, was killed in Mesa County, Colorado on May 9, 2020. She was 33 years old.

Riah Milton, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Liberty Township, Ohio on June 9, 2020. She was 25 years old.

Dominique “Rem’mie” Fells, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 9, 2020.

Tony McDade, a Black transgender man, was killed in Tallahasee Florida on May 27, 2020.

Helle Jae O’Regan, a white transgender woman, was killed in San Antonio, Texas on May 6, 2020. She was 20 years old.

Nina Pop, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Sikeston, Missouri on May 3, 2020.

Penélope Díaz Ramírez, a transgender Latina, was killed in Puerto Rico on April 13, 2020.

Layla Pelaez Sánchez, a transgender Latina, was killed in Puerto Rico on April 21, 2020. She was killed with Serena Angelique Velásquez Ramos. She was 21 years old.

Serena Angelique Velázquez Ramos, a transgender Latina, was killed in Puerto Rico on April 21, 2020. She was killed with Layla Pelaez Sánchez. She was 32 years old.

Johanna Metzger, a white transgender woman, was killed in Baltimore, Maryland on April 11, 2020.

Lexi, a transgender woman, was killed in Harlem, New York on March 28, 2020. She was 33 years old.

Monika Diamond, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Charlotte, North Carolina on March 18, 2020. She was 34 years old.

Scott/Scottlynn Devore, a gender non-conforming person, was killed in Augusta, Georgia. They were 51 years old.

Yampi Méndez Arocho, a transgender Latino, was killed in Moca, Puerto Rico on March 5, 2020. He was 19 years old.

Neulisa Luciano Ruiz, a transgender Latina, was killed in Toa Baja, Puerto Rico on February 24, 2020.

Dustin Parker, a white transgender man, was killed in McAlester, Oklahoma, on January 1, 2020. He was 25 years old.

#transgender day of remembrance #trans awareness week #transphobia #racism #death #transgender #violence #my stuff

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Only If For A Night - Rewrite

Roman Klymenko x Buff!Reader x Angelique “Angel” Smith

A rewrite of the original as a birthday present for the lovely @a-literal-no-name! I love both her and her OCs dearly ❤️

NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI

Roman shouts your name from across the shop. You poke your head up from where you’re elbows-deep in the engine of a station wagon and raise your hand in greeting.

“Over here!”

With expert precision, your friend tosses you a can of Mountain Dew, which you snatch out of the air despite the oil on your hands. You open it with your teeth and chug down half of it in one. Roman curls his lips in disgust.

“That stuff will rot your teeth.”

“Ah, it’s a cheat day,” you retort, finishing the drink and crushing the can against your forehead. You throw it over your shoulder where it lands literally metres from the garbage bin. Roman fixes you with a look which tells you he’s trying not to laugh.

“Miroslav will – ”

“Yes, yes, chew me out if I litter,” you grumble, heading over to put it in the bin. When you turn back Roman is checking over your work. You used to be annoyed at him for doing it, but now you realise it’s just an act of friendship. He likes to make sure you’re doing a good job - which you always are.

“What are you doing tonight?” you ask, wiping your hands clean on a grease cloth. Roman shrugs.

“Nothing.”

Always his answer.

“Come with me to the gym, then.”

He pulls a face and you roll your eyes.

“C’mon man, just once. You might like it.”

“I… don’t think so.”

The gym is your favourite place. Well, you didn’t get your six-pack just from working at a garage, did you? You put the effort in. You’re sure you could get Roman behind it too, but he’s so resistant to change.

“Just one ti– oh my god,” you say, trailing off. Your attention is totally taken up by the woman who’s just walked in through the front door. She’s a blonde bombshell in every sense of the word, with big blue eyes and pouty lips. All you can do is stare as she scans the shop floor… and waves at you?

“Hey, Angel,” Roman says. You spin round. What? He’s not the type of guy to catcall, what is he…?

Then, suddenly, the blonde has appeared next to you.

“Hey Romi, who’s your friend?”

Things finally filter into place.

Oh. They know each other.

You’re so taken aback you can just stare blankly as Roman introduces you to her - to Angel. How does a guy like your friend know a girl like this? From the way she twirls her hair around her finger, demure, you can tell it’s a pretty intimate relationship they have too. But… she also puts her hand on your bicep and squeezes, her eyes lighting up when she feels the solid muscle.

“Wow! You’re so strong!”

You feel your face getting hot.

“Oh. Thanks.”

She giggles and you’re smitten. This is bad. She’s clearly… with? Roman, and he’s your friend. You don’t want to involve yourself anywhere you’re not welcome. So you pack any thought you might have about her into the corner of your mind, content to tuck it away.

Clearly she has other ideas.

“Hey,” Roman says, a couple of days later, when it’s just the two of you in the changing rooms. You pause where you’re tugging on your jeans. You’re not shy about your body in front of any of the guys from the shop, you’ve all got to be reasonably comfortable getting dressed around each other in this sort of job. Roman can’t quite meet your eye, snapping his fingers next to his thigh.

“What’s up, Ro?”

“Angel… wants to know if you want to come over tonight.”

You blink and let this settle in.

Oh.

Hmm.

A moment passes as you study Roman. You can’t say you’ve never… looked. He’s a bigger guy and he’s very handsome, in a rough, rugged kinda way. Plus the idea of him and Angel together? That’s hot.

Would you like to be in that mix?

Hell yeah.

“Do you want me to come over tonight?” you ask, gently. Sex between friends doesn’t have to make things awkward, but you want to make sure Roman is happy for it to happen. At the end of the day, you care about each other, and you’d never want to do anything to jeopardise that.

Finally, he meets your gaze.

“Yeah,” he confesses, and you know him well enough to know it’s true.

So, that night, rather than heading to the gym across the street like you usually do after a shift, you get in Roman’s car and let him drive you over to his home. You were a little worried it would be awkward - but sitting shotgun, ribbing each other and chatting easily, you know it could never be anything but comfortable between you two.

Roman parks, and when you get to his front door, Angel is standing there. She’s in a pink dress which is far too short for the season but she looks gorgeous in it. She lights up when she sees the two of you.

“Hey, Romi!” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which she has to stand on her tiptoes to do. Then, to you: “I’m really glad you came.”

You swallow, hard.

“Me too.”

She grins and, as Roman unlocks the door, she pushes you inside and kisses you.

She tastes like strawberries. It must be the lipgloss she has on. You kiss her deeply, swiping your tongue around her mouth, grinning a little against her lips when you feel her moan against you. She’s soft when you press your hands into her, cupping her ass and loving the way you feel her giggle when you squeeze.

By the time you’re done with your first kiss, you’re pretty sure half of that delicious lipgloss is smeared all over your face. You’ve never cared less about anything.

Roman is looking on, eyes wide, and it’s hard not to notice the tent he’s beginning to sport in his beaten-up jeans. When Angel breaks the kiss for air, you turn to him.

“Bedroom?”

He nods. You’ve been to his house before, of course; you’ve watched wrestling pay-per-views together here, drowning in truly inhuman amounts of pizza from the place down the street. You’ve never been to his bedroom before though, so you let Angel laugh with delight as she drags you down the hallway, throwing her ridiculously high heels off in the process.

Roman’s home isn’t exactly tidy, no matter how often you gently tease him about it. His bedroom is pretty bad. A computer desk that seems to be more for storing old take-out containers than using to work, stained sheets on a bed which likely hasn’t been changed in months. You open your mouth to tell him off, but all of it fades into the background when Angel takes off her shirt.

She’s not wearing a bra.

You suck in a sharp breath when you see her. Her nipples are pebbled from the arousal she’s already feeling. She bites her lip, coquettish, as you let your eyes rake up and down her body.

“Someone was eager,” Roman says, his lip curling up in a smile. Angel giggles as her face goes red.

“Can you blame me? You’re both so… delicious,” she mutters, her voice breathy with arousal. Oh god, she’s lovely.

Roman watches as you reach over to feel her tits. She moans and presses into your hands, and fuck, it goes right between your legs. You pinch her nipples between your finger and thumbs, rolling them just enough to give a little bite of pain.

You shrug out of your jacket and shirt as Roman walks behind her, taking over where you left off and cupping her tits. The sight of it fuels the blood pumping through your veins. He’s rough but careful with her, the wingspan of his hands engulfing her breasts entirely.

“Now Angel…” you ask, voice low, “did you wear any panties today?”

Angel doesn’t reply, just moans, so you reach under her tiny skirt and feel for yourself. You find a tiny scrap of lace drenched by her cunt. You tug it down, admiring the ruined state of her thong.

“You dressed like this on purpose, hm? To make us go wild,” you murmur into her ear. Angel goes to cover her face with both hands, hide her embarrassment, but Roman pulls them away from her face.

“Answer the question, darling,” he states. You grin as he teams up with you.

“I… hoped I would,” she whispers. You slip two fingers inside her. She cries out at the intrusion and grinds her hips down to chase the feeling, but you withdraw before she can find too much pleasure.

You hold your hand up in front of her face, showing her just how wet she is.

“Filthy,” mutters Roman, and he takes your wrist before sticking your fingers in his mouth. You’re a little taken aback but feel something stir in your chest when you feel his tongue twirl around the digits there, tasting Angel’s slick on your hand. Something so much more intimate than the friendship you’ve cultivated together so far. “So desperate. You’ve barely been touched and you’ve nearly come.”

Angel chokes out a moan that verges on a sob, and you ascend to fucking heaven. Roman takes advantage of this to press her on the bed. Angel gives a little squeal of delight as Roman takes off her skirt, ridding her of the last of her clothes. Unwrapping her as a shared present for you both.

You descend upon her, taking one of her nipples in your mouth and suck, as if to soothe the punishment that was given to them earlier. She cries out in delight and her hands tangle in your hair, tugging you closer to her. When she shouts your name, you freeze. Fucking freeze. If she’s like this and all you’ve done is use your mouth on her tits?

Good lord.

You undo your bra, flinging it to a corner of the room. Angel looks star-struck as she properly takes in your upper body. The muscle you’ve honed there after hours at the gym. She strokes your abs, tweaks your own nipple in turn.

From lower down, you see Roman plunge three fingers inside her and she gasps.

“If you think she looks nice, tell her she looks nice, Angel. Be polite,” Roman chuckles. The idea he might also find you attractive makes you feel surprisingly flustered. er mound with the other. The strike catches her clit and she shouts a note of ecstasy.

“You’re so s-sexy,” Angel moans, strung out on pleasure. You grin, then look at Roman, nodding to her cunt.

“You mind if I take over? I think she deserves a reward.”

Roman retrieves his hand after a moment, holding it out to you. It takes you a moment to work out what he wants. Ah, an invite to return the favour from earlier.

You take his fingers in your mouth and lick them clean from Angel’s wetness, humming in delight at her taste. Roman’s breath catches in his throat as he watches you suck on his fingers like they’re a dick. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch, but you’re pretty sure it’s not in English.

Nudging him out the way you settle between Angel’s legs. She looks down at you in wide-eyed wonder as you lick a stripe up her cunt, gasping when your tongue finds her clit.

“You like that, babygirl?”

She’s lost all power of words. All she can do is nod as you bury your face in the sweet pinkness between her legs and eat her out as if you’re starving.

God, she tastes divine. She’s fucking dripping as you eat her out, producing an amount of wetness which is quite amazing. She’s so sensitive too - you trace your tongue round her outer lips and then her inner ones, pressing it flat against her clit and working her hard with your mouth. She cries out, desperate, squeezing her eyes tightly together.

You’ve failed to notice Roman has taken off his jeans and gotten on the bed behind you. Only when you feel his dick line up with your entrance do you abandon your post at Angel’s pussy to look at him.

Roman looks to you for confirmation. You nod, and he presses inside you.

You’re pretty wet yourself - god, this woman does something to you - so it’s not uncomfortable, but you weren’t expecting the size of his dick. He’s pretty long, and very girthy. You gasp as he sinks home inside you, the head of his cock grazing that sweet spot inside you.

Holy shit, Roman, where were you hiding that?!

Determined not to be put off you re-double your work on Angel. You press your tongue inside her, tasting her slick from the source. She whines and mewls and thrusts her hips up into your face and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna -” she chokes, and you grin.

“Go on then, honey.”

She comes hard all over your face and something about that sets Roman off, too. His hands dig into you as his hips slap loudly against your ass. He releases deep inside you, painting your walls with his come. It’s something you didn’t expect from him, but the way you cry out in ecstasy lets him know you love it.

A moment is taken, but you’re not done yet.

“Did… Did he come in you…?” Angel manages. You nod, blissed out. “Will you… sit on my face… and let me taste it?”

Yep. You’re dead. You must be in heaven.

“Okay baby. But if I sit on your face and feed you his come, you’ve gotta make me come, yeah?”

She nods, wildly. Makeup has been smeared down her face from tears of overstimulation but she’s not ready to quit yet.

Carefully you slide up the bed, turning around so you can watch Roman while you sink down on her. Your thick, toned thighs smother her face and Angel makes a gleeful noise as her tongue begins to work you. Whereas your movements were strong, sure, hers are light and nearly ticklish. The tip of her tongue plays with your clit gently, and it drives you so mad you end up grinding down on her face. She shrieks in delight and lets you ride her like that, Roman’s release dripping out of your hole and into her mouth.

Roman watches this for a moment, a look of deference in his eyes, before he falls on his elbows before her and pushes four fingers into her. Angel’s cunt swallows them up as if it’s nothing.

“Look at you, you pretty thing,” Roman mutters, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. He looks a little embarrassed when you catch his eye.

“Sorry. Just watching you make an angel come.”

He allows himself a smile before he drops your gaze and goes back to Angel’s cunt. You can see the way his fingers crook up inside her, and hear how it affects Angel beneath you - the movements of her tongue become sloppier as she gets distracted by the pleasure.

You reach backwards and tangle your hand in her hair, giving it a little tug. Not so hard it hurts, but promising that it could if you wanted it to.

“Come on baby, you’re doing so well. You want to make me come, right?”

She nods, her eyes large and desperate, and does her best to keep up her pace. Her tongue dives inside you again, cleaning out the last of Roman’s seed from you. She swallows it down gratefully. You can feel your own release beginning to build up in the pit of your stomach, burn between your legs. You want to come, you want to show Angel what a good job she’s done, what a good girl she can be.

You thrust down once more, and when Angel realises her tongue won’t be enough, she lifts up a hand to add to it. Watching her pretty, pink-manicured fingers press down into your clit - fuck, it’s enough.

You throw back your head and cry out as you ride out your orgasm on Angel’s face. Like Roman’s, she swallows your release down her pretty little throat. From between her legs Roman pushes his free down on the front of her abdomen, applying pressure to her g-spot from both inside and out, and you watch Angel squirt all over his face.

He even opens his mouth to catch some and fuck, you wish you were in his place.

Boneless, Angel collapses. You pull yourself off of her face and look down at her. She’s a mess, but a blissed-out one. You kiss her and she tastes like you, but you guess you taste like her - she hums in delight as you carefully cup her face.

“You okay, Angel?” Roman asks, voice heavy. Angel nods.

“More than okay.”

You look over at Roman to ask him a silent question: are you okay?

But from the way he smiles at you, you know everything will be just fine.

#angel x roman x reader #my writing

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