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Chef Geto
This is a repost 😭
Late night thoughts turned into this Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, unprotected sex, food play blah blah blah...
Chef Geto is obsessed with cutting berries open and dragging them over your body so he can slowly lick the juice off after.
Chef Geto's favourite pass time is sitting you down on one of the dining room chairs and making you taste one of his latest creations. Forcing you to give your opinion as he eats you out.
Chef Geto sometimes makes you say, "Yes, Chef." in bed. Corny Ik, but he can't help but smirk at the way you say it when he's asking if you want him to fuck you.
Chef Geto had no intention of approaching you when the two of you met. You were a food critic, and he was an up-and-coming chef whose name was slowly becoming popular in the food world.
Chef Geto had little self-control, though, and his last string of patience left him when he heard the soft moan you let out when you first tried one of his dishes.
Chef Geto had no problem bending you over the table you had eaten at and pounding into you. It was late at night, and you had stayed behind despite already writing all your notes on the restaurant to give your compliments to the chef.
Chef Geto would harshly groan into your ear while throwing words of degradation your way like it was nothing.
"You sure you just came to try my food, sweetheart? Cause the way you're clenching down on me makes me think otherwise."
"You are such a slut. I knew from the moment you walked in wearing that backless dress of yours."
"You gonna cum for me, right?"
Chef Geto would tell you harshly to not let this affect the way you rate his cooking. Because even though he had become addicted to the way you sounded screaming his name, he wanted to become famous for his talent in cooking, not fucking.
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Small Thing...
A couple of months ago on IWTV Tumblr, I made the comment that we have incentivized going after, deplatforming, and disenfranchizing antiracist black fans. Then we ritualistically prop up those who exhibit antiblackness (from nonblacks or internalized). And I want to bring that point back in since we're seeing an uptick in this sort of behavior of hunting down and finding incredibly small/medium accounts of Black people talking about racism and nuanced depictions and blasting them in an attempt to remove even more Black fans.This fandom is constantly finding new black people who talk about racism to dislike.
We have created a culture of incredibly disproportionate responses toward Black fans speaking against racism that in any other fandom would be considered wildly out of pocket. Takes and commentary that if said by anyone else or in any other fandom would simply stay within its bounds go nuclear within seconds if it means that another antiracist Black fan gets put on the pyre.
It's gotten to the point that new fans (of all races) walk right into it, get harassed, and have to ask "What did I do?" consistently in our spaces if not leave the fandom entirely after simply interacting with accounts in ways that are non-controversial. People are making their first IWTV posts and getting anon hate... because we don't follow regular fandom etiquette or climate, we are incredibly incendiary to certain people in ways that are unique and are unheard of outside of this space.
We treat our black fans with less than 50 followers like lolcows or Gamergate victims. Black fans will have 3 followers and a dream and get slammed as if they brought in Satan himself if they think something fictional or real is racist. Even insanely racist fandoms I've been in for years have the decency not to go searching out antiracist and problack sentiment shared online privately to mock and belittle the way that IWTV Tumblr does. They pick subjects out of a hat, they go for big groups or entire commentary, but they don't hunt down and find accounts as small as these to pick on.
If you don't like "problack woke nonsense" (as I've seen it put) do not interact with people who do... and stop posting about them. And also maybe those "problack wokescolds" would stop being as bothersome if you didn't constantly mention and speak on them.
And the question also becomes... if you burn and get rid of all the antiracist people, and yourself are marginalized (esp if you're black), who are gonna run to when they run out of people to burn on the pyre and they suggest you hop on top of it?
If you are Black and are using this culture of disproportionate hate as a way to get ahead by stepping on the other black people near you by downplaying racism, you aren't safe. You'll be next. The goalpost will always shift, and who is considered a pariah will just keep moving.
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seeing black women take up space in writing and giving ourselves stories where we are valued and loved instead of only having content focused on our traumas:
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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)
Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader
I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.
AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!
MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist
Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.
That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.
Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.
Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.
“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.
“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.
“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”
You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.
“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”
The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.
They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.
“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.
“They’re house pants!”
“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”
He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.
Excitement aside.
He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.
He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.
You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.
He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.
Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.
Or at least tied to.
God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.
On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.
It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.
Hell, even at this moment.
You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.
He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.
He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.
You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.
Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?
You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.
“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.
Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.
“Nick?”
“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.
Solid cover dumbass.
He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.
“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”
“N…no.”
Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?
“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”
You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.
His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.
He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.
“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.
You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.
“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”
Oh fuck…
You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”
“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”
“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.
He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.
No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.
While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.
But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.
You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.
If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.
You just needed some fucking time!
Nick found a documentary about gorillas.
Nice!
As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.
He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.
Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.
Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.
But it was making it worse for you.
You could hardly concentrate.
After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.
The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.
He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.
It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.
“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”
You snapped around to face him with a glare.
Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.
Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.
“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”
Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.
Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.
Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.
Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.
Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.
You both were so fucked.
A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.
Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.
You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.
Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.
Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.
Thank, God!
You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.
You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.
Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.
Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.
“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”
You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.
The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made
The door clicked and you both froze.
“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.
Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.
“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.
You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.
“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”
“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”
“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.
“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.
Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.
He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.
“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”
“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.
“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”
“Bu—“
“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.
He was really mad at you. . .
“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”
“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.
Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.
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“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.
You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.
His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.
You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.
“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.
“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.
You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.
Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.
“Your doing so good baby.”
His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.
You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.
His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.
“Touch me” You moaned softly.
He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.
“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.
He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.
“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”
His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.
He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.
“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.
You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.
“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”
“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.
“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”
His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.
He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.
“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.
The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.
Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.
“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.
“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”
He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.
He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.
“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.
“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.
“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”
It was what you two did.
When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.
You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.
“Well you're a natural.”
“Nick we gotta—“
“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”
“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”
“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”
He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.
“I'm not done with you yet.”
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Nothing is more exhausting than being black in a mostly white fandom.
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“I THINK THEY WENT AND CLOOOONNNEEEDDD TYROOOONNNNNEEEEE! CLOOOONNNEEDDD HIM!”🎶 When I tell y’all this movie had me like 😳😬😭🤣😭, I MEAN it, okay?! Like, Slick Charles, Fontaine, and Yo-Yo had me rolling THE ENTIRE TIME! But also, on a deeper level, I like how the fate of the Black community was left on those who everyone would’ve counted out and/or deemed problematic: the pimp, the drug-dealer, and the sex worker. Most of the time, depending on the lens, these people are deemed community miscreants and are heavily side-eyed. However, no one ever takes into account these people’s lives; the people and events that make up their everyday experiences in order for them to have ended up where they are in their lives and in society. They weren’t dealt the best of life’s cards and they were making due like everyone else in their community. It wasn’t until Fontaine seemingly came back from the dead that they knew more sinister-than-usual things were at work. If you enjoyed Jordan Peele’s “Get Out,” you will definitely enjoy “They Cloned Tyrone”!
P.S. I really loved how the time setting was 1970s x early 2000s! The costume department did their thing and I want me-sized replicas of Slick Charles’ coat and Yo-Yo’s entire outfit in this scene!
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A vampire is a mythical creature that subsists by feeding on the vital essence (generally in the form of blood) of the living. In European folklore, vampires are undead creatures that often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods which they inhabited while they were alive.
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This is so egregious that I can’t let it stand, the large IWTV blog Nalyra-dreaming is liking posts about hating critical race theory and the post she liked states that affirmative action is the only systemically racist system still around while calling fans who are upset that they were called ableist slurs, anti-white and intellectually disabled. When people noticed this last night she attempted to block people who she knew saw the racist posts and remove her likes to hide this. But I saw them several times over, and so did many others.
Also here's proof that Nalyra actively interacts with this user and on THEIR OWN BLOG and has at least allowed cosmicjoke to stand on the idea that anti-whiteness is real on her own blog.
I'm pretty sure Nalyra blocked me because I told CosmicJoke to not call people slurs and a reblog of the “antiwhite” meltdown they had with a bad-quality Walter White image. At least proving that she was looking at the post she liked.
No way on black history month did you think we wouldn’t check to see who liked and defended posts with “Affirmative action is the only current form of systemic racism”.
I saw her do this on several occasions over this week and simply asked others to check on people liking racist posts and reblogging my disdain for OP’s usage of slurs and antiblack dog whistles. I never implied that I was talking about her but these posts scared her enough to block me.
This is about the 3rd time I found them secretly liking genuinely racist treatment of fans she dislikes. This is a political stance, affirmative action, the belief in antiwhiteness, and critical race theory are not IWTV topics, this isn’t a whimsical like and scroll, these posts are all political stances that have nearly nothing to do with IWTV outside of what people were being targeted by the slurs in the first place. And the “what people” seem to be black fans that at some point in time she believes deserved to be attacked.
Targeting fans you don’t like doesn’t mean the speech should be endorsed. Anyone with half a pint of morals wouldn't be endorsing an actively hostile person slinging around altright talking points. And I will question why these posts are liked. Call us names all you like, but the second you start using the words of a reactionary racist who calls people disabled… maybe that should give you pause. Yeah?
A large IWTV blog believes in or at least is rubbing shoulders with an antiAffirmative action, slur slinging, reverse racism reactionary so that she can weaponize them against people she disagrees with.
At best Nalyra is okay with commenting, liking, and comforting racists in asks who she wields as weapons against people she disagrees with. At worst, Nalyra genuinely believes in antiwhiteness, antiAffirmative Action, and actively is okay with calling fans she dislikes slurs.
The racism on display here makes me sick. And it’s really telling how this blog feels comfortable patting these people on the back in comment sections.
Say it with your chest, but don’t mislead people who might disagree into following someone who believes this shit.
As respectfully as possible, you make my skin crawl and I’m tired of not stepping to what I really wanted to say. When I make posts about “check who likes what” never in my entire life did I expect to catch an account this large flagrantly using a racist reactionary in such a sad manner.
This is the last straw for me, you can’t keep liking explicitly racist posts and then answering their asks in private and hope fans you strategically discredit and already dislike don’t say anything.
1+1 is 2, liking and a post saying “I will call people I dislike slurs over fictional characters” can only be read so many ways.
I dislike a lot of people, I still wouldn’t defend and like a random fan’s ability to use SLURS and racist tactics on them. I wouldn’t do the same to you as you do to us.
Also some way to hide your attack dog… by having them flash in your own comment section and saying THIS
Racism is a slur… you guys… and this person is not at all a danger to fandom spaces.
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✨ ✨Appreciation Post ✨ ✨
Dear Blogs that write for Black Readers x Austin Butler or any of his characters he’s played (Or any Black Reader x Any Person), Please don't stop writing, all of y'all’s work is some of THE BEST to be written, EVER. (I’ve been apart of ALOT of fandoms and have read a ton of work) None can compare, you make black women feel seen by making stories that are relatable to US. (Even if it’s made up). So this is for you, I APPRECIATE all of you and all the time and dedication you put into your work, it does not go UNSEEN or OVERLOOKED, because if I come across your work I’m always liking and reblogging (I’m getting better at reblogging y’all’s work) because I’m always rooting for y'all even if your work isn’t getting the recognition it deserves. You are SEEN.
Sorry for Rambling it was just on my heart to share
(Tagging a couple people who I think are amazing writers) (If I didn't tag you drop a comment I would love to see your work I’m always up to read more stories)
@dulcewrites @mamasturn @infernalodie @that-one-anxious-mango @enchantinglyjade @chaeycunty @geminixevans-stan @mauvecherie-writes @syntheticavenger @afriendlyblackhottie @dramaqueeenamby @royallyprincesslilly @blackwomanwriter @jbrizzywrites
(Those are just a few from the Austin butler Fandom and Chris Evans Fandom (Although I need to read more of Chris Evans because I’m slacking, Austin has a tight grip on me)
Love all of you.🤎
-Incorectly
#x black!reader#austin butler x black reader#austin butler x black!reader#black writers#blackgirlmagic#black authors#blck girl magic#black fanfiction#black fanfic writer#black fandom#chris evans x poc!reader#chris evans x black women#chris hemsworth x black reader#austin!elvis x black!reader#austin!elvis x black!oc#safe space#x black!fem!reader#black reader#black fan fiction#Black Imagines#black blurbs#black safe spaces#black oc#black oneshots
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BMHM Day 1: What is your favorite Black fantasy story?
Pick a favorite!? Literally how. I'll just say The Legend Born Cycle because I've been thinking about Bloodmarked for months now. MONTHS.
#tracy must answer for her crimes#The Legendborn Cycle#Legendborn#Bloodmarked#Black fantasy#fantasy#ya fantasy#black fandom#tracy deonn#Black Magical History
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I made this comment under @tacticalgrandma ‘s post abt mel in arcane already but i really want to share it on here.
Something I really hate abt certain people when they consume media with a black woman as a main/ important character, who’s actions and words directly affect the plot, is that when it comes to relationships with a black woman and a man of any different race in TV or movies, people would rather see the black woman miserable and alone and deny all love and affection that character might have for their s/o. And then deciding to ship the black woman’s S/O with LITERALLY anyone else. Now hey people can have other ships that’s fine, who gives a shit. But when it comes to black women and ONLY black women. There is a significant difference in attitude, love, and appreciation for them, and their relationships than there would be for any other non black character.
sorry if my grammar is off or there are some technical mistakes i was just ranting a lil bit
@eddawrites had some amazing points too on this
#arcane#mel medarda#jace talice#black women#black reader#black fanfic writer#black fandom#black fanfiction#cat★ rants
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For all the black girl nerd Attoye fanfic lovers, @sphinx81 and @xblackreader are doing the damn thing in these internet streets! They both have so much Attoye work between both of their blogs, it’s ridiculous in the best way! Follow them and they’ll have you bingeing and wanting more! I know I’m missing more by other amazing peeps, but these are consistently on my particular radar. Reblog and add yourself/others so we can all find more of these amazing works!
#support#black media#black women writers#black fandom#black girl magic#blackgirlbloggers#black writer#black writblr#black writers#miscellaneous#jay#black panther 2#black panther wakanda forever#doaom#black girls of tumblr#black fanfiction#black fanfic writer#attoye#attoye fanfic
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