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callmelinamfsnow · 1 year
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Me and my homies when someone starts to say anything remotely negative about Wakanda Forever because it wasn’t the same cliche, brain numbing superhero movie that only focuses on unnecessary action scenes and unfunny jokes/references that try too hard.
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itsagentromanoff · 4 months
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Chadwick Boseman was born on this day in 1976.
He would have been 47 today. ❤️
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garadinervi · 7 months
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Emory Douglas, «The Black Panther» Newspaper, vol. 4, no. 2 (Fred Hampton murdered), 1969 [MoMA, New York, NY. © Emory Douglas / ARS, New York]
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 year
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Lingerie
Pls forgive me if this is trash lmao
This isn't the fic I just teased; this is something else I'd already written for someone else but I just switched some things around to make it for shuri
I'm not taking requests, this is just an idea that I had a couple years ago
Okay so maybe it’s the night after a huge conference and Shuri won big right?
she looked good as FUCK in her suit on the carpet and she looked good as fuck when she was presenting her projects and developments and she looked good when she was accepting her awards and she looked even better when you guys got to the after party and you got a couple drinks in you
To be fully honest, you wanted to skip the after-parties altogether and get her home bc you had a PLAN to congratulate her on all her hard work
Unbeknownst to you, Shuri also wanted to head straight home and start her own, two-person after party but her team had other plans
Shuri had a few celebratory shots before switching to your personal favorite; red wine
she eyes you over the rim of her second glass and she doesn’t need to say a word for you to know what she’s saying; you’re in for a long night
You pull out your phone below the table and shoot her a text; ‘we’re leaving by 11:30. I have plans for you’
You and Shuri have a small stare down while you wait for her phone to ding, at which point you watch her pull her phone out and read the message
A slow smirk spreads across your face when you watch Shuri freeze in her seat as a small noise from the back of her throat makes its way to your ears
Shuri looks around frantically, hoping no one's heard the noise as she shifts in her seat, willing the panther to just wait a little longer
the wine she’s been drinking coupled with the Herb has dialed her senses to 20, and she reacts to you without you even speaking a word to or touching her
she both hates and loves it
It takes Shuri all of one minute to order an Uber and come up with an excuse to leave, too impatient to wait until the time you’d specified
“Thanks for tonight guys, but we’re gonna head home and get some rest, right ubusi?” (honey)
Shuri stands from the table, using the napkin and her movement as a cover to adjust herself some more. she hopes that when she finally drops it, nobody notices the fact that the crotch of her black pants is a little darker from her wetness (you absolutely notice)
the team looks confused but they bid the two of you farewell as you make your rounds giving hugs and kisses to everyone
You and Shuri lock eyes as you exit the restaurant, and luckily you don’t have to wait long outside before the Uber pulls up
Shuri prides herself on her restraint but the ride back to the hotel tests it to no end as she somehow manages to keep her hands off of you, but has a borderline white-knuckle grip on her own knee as she looks out the window, willing the passing scenery to distract her from the pool that’s filling up in her dress slacks
Shuri thanks her lucky stars that there's no one waiting outside of the hotel when the car finally stops, allowing her to help you out of the car, thank the driver, and whisk you inside and straight to the elevator
Once inside the elevator, Shuri stands directly in front of you, crotch pressed to your thigh in the hopes of getting some sort of friction
she stares down at you desperately, willing you to do something, anything to set her plan of yours in motion
But you do nothing except reach past the lapels of her suit jacket to finger the gold chain containing her panther suit that sits between her collarbones
You walk past her without sparing a glance once the elevator reaches your floor, with Shuri trailing behind you like a lost puppy
You stop, dig in her back pocket for the keycard and enter your suite, passing a quick thought to whichever Deity may be listening, I hope there’s no one next door
You don’t get far inside the room before Shuri’s restraint finally breaks and she pins you against the wall and seals her lips against yours
her kiss leaves you breathless, as it always does
Between her lips and her impatiently wandering hands, your mind goes blank. Any inkling of your plan for the night flying out the window
You seemingly black out for a moment, lost in her and her body and the things she can make you feel even before she takes a single item of clothing off of you
It isn’t until the cool air of the hotel room hits your thigh that you come back to earth, gently pushing Shuri away from your neck where she was no doubt working on making a mark
“Intombi,” (baby) you moan out, carding your fingers through her hair in an effort to pull her back, but it only spurs her and ministrations on
“Shuri.” you say more firmly, waiting a moment before Shuri's face appears in front of yours
she looks fucked in the best way possible
her eyes are blown wide, the warm brown replaced by solid black. her lips are kiss swollen, shiny and parted due to her heavy breathing. her hair is tousled due to your fingers and, as you glance down at her bare shoulders you realize that you somehow got her jacket off
And she’s looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey
“What is it, ubusi?” her accent is thicker and at least half an octave deeper. the sound goes straight to your core and it takes everything in you to speak instead of kissing her
“My plan for you, remember?” You say as you lay your hands flat on her chest and slowly push her away enough for you to move towards the closet, with Shuri following close behind
Each step is laborious for you, as your body has been craving her since you left for the ceremony and now that you can finally have her in the way that you want, you’re delaying it.
But you know your patience will be rewarded, so you trudge on.
You dig in the closet for a moment before locating the item you need, hiding it behind your back with one hand while you use the other on her chest to back her towards the bed before having her sit,
“I’ll be out in a moment, panther.” You run your thumb over her plump bottom lip, relishing in the look of her kissing the pad of your finger before her tongue peeks out in a quick kitten lick.
You giggle before turning away towards the bathroom but not before Shuri lands a swift slap to your right asscheek
You turn back to look at her, and she has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her left hand palming herself over her pants.
she makes a show of making sure you see her watching your ass, before meeting your eyes with a look that makes your heat clench around the air in anticipation of the feeling of her stretching you out later. “Hurry up intombi eswiti. (sweet girl) I don’t want to have to come in there and get you.”
You’re incredibly happy that the skirt of your after-party dress hides the way you squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the ache deep within you at the sound of her voice, as you yet again question why you’re torturing yourself by denying yourself the feel of her body right now
You turn and hightail it into the bathroom before you throw the entire plan out the window, damn near slamming the door and backing away from it like it burned you.
You take a moment to regain your composure, “damn that woman.” you mumble quietly to yourself as you unzip the bag and take out the set that’s inside
It’s a strappy, lacy white number, a look that Shuri gravitates towards every time she peeks over your shoulder whenever you’re lingerie shopping online
You undress and slip it on, admiring the way the cut of the set compliments your curves and the gorgeous juxtaposition of the diamond-white lace & mesh against your melanated skin
You pull the other item out of the bag—a robe—and slip it on. Tying it so the lapels cover the lingerie completely, but leave the valley between your breasts exposed
You turn in the mirror and check yourself over to make sure the set is covered; the robe is relatively short, hitting you high on your thighs and right below your bum
You comb your fingers through your hair to refresh the bouncy curls. You relish the moment because you knew the style won’t last much longer once Shuri gets her hands on you; the panther never stopped until your style was fully sweated out
You pause to take a deep breath before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom to find Shuri standing by the window with another glass of wine in her hand
she's leaning against the wall, looking out over the city and you don’t need to see her face to know that she’s wrapped in her own mind again and doesn’t even know that you’ve entered the room
You take your time looking at her, the curls on the back of her head, the curves and divots of her biceps as they’re folded across her chest, the broad expanse of her shoulders and the corded muscle underneath her smooth skin, the dimples in her lower back, the band of her boxers peeking out from her pants, the way the fabric perfectly fits against the slender muscle of her thighs
Your admiration comes to an abrupt end when Shuri drains the rest of the wine in the glass and turns to put it back on the bedside table. You take the opportunity to catch her attention
You approach her slowly, letting her take her visual fill of your body before you’re within arm's reach of her
A slow smirk spreads across her lips as she runs her hands around the width of your hips, fingering the hem of your robe but not quite breaching it, “What’s this, sthandwa sam?”
You slide the palm of your hands up her chest to rub your thumb over her pronounced collarbone, taking your time to experience the smooth warmth of her skin versus the cool metal of her necklace. You relish in the visual of Shuri preening at the contact
“You put so much into everything you do and you’ve been working so hard lately with your technology and your inventions and tonight you finally saw some of the fruits of that labor and, I never got to say this at the show or at dinner, but I’m so proud of you, ingelosi (angel) and I love you so much.”
Shuri blushes before connecting her lips to yours in a slow kiss and you don’t hesitate to comb your fingers into her hair as she wraps her arms around your waist to pull you flush against her
the mood has changed; gone is Shuri’s impatience to get you as naked as possible as fast as possible. It's been replaced with slow, passionate, sensuality in the way she kisses you. Shuri takes her time feeling you, like she’s never felt you before.
the heat from her wandering hands burns through the satin robe, and straight to your core as you cling to her
Shuri slowly pulls her lips from yours, but doesn’t pull out of your airspace, “I love you so fucking much.”
You smile and say nothing, only taking her hand and guiding it to the tie at the front of your robe, keeping your eyes locked on her as you step back to untie the bow, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor at your feet
Shuri's eyes on your body make you feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful
You want to cover up and hide but you also feel like you can take on the world, all just from her looking at you the way that she does
Shuri takes her time taking you in visually. her eyes linger on your face before sliding to your collarbones and your chest, to the dip of your waist and the spread of your hips, to the soft roundness of your thighs and all the way down to your feet
then Shuri reaches out and takes your hand, stopping the nervous tick of your finger twitching against your skin, “Turn for me, intombi yam.” (my girl)
You do as instructed, turning around to show the back of the set for Shuri to repeat her ministrations
You can feel the weight and the intensity of her gaze on your skin as she looks at you, taking you in and deciding which part she wants to devour first.
she gently tugs your hand, instructing you to turn back around to face her.
her eyes are still in the area of your knees when you look at her face but when her eyes finally meet yours, it knocks the breath from your lungs
Your mind goes blank, senses attuned to her and only her and what she’s planning on doing to you
You don’t wait long before Shuri slowly pulls you into her, trapping you within her arms as every aspect of her invades every aspect of you when her lips meet yours
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When Shuri finally collapses next to you— the panther finally completely satiated and spent of everything she had to give you and full of everything you had to give her—you look out the window to see the first colors of the sunrise over the horizon
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beenicole-art · 1 year
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Marvel Inspired Blenders
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forgetful-nerd · 1 year
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Harley: imagine a doctor driving by an apple orchard and hissing aggressively at it like a vampire.
Shuri: An apple farmer and a garlic farmer team up to fight their mutual nemesis, a vampire doctor.
Peter: Dr. Acula
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BP 2 hasn’t even been out for 3 days. The lack of empathy surrounding Chadwick Boseman’s death in relation to the character of the Black Panther is actually fucking disgusting. It’s not to say that BP can’t be recasted but consumerism has rotted to many entitled fans brains that they demanded the people closest to Boseman to get over their grief. This entire movie was about grief it was a love letter to the man who took upon the mantle and you can’t even let them have that. Now it’s Ryan Coogler is “unworthy” to direct.
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fatherless-stuff · 1 year
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The emotions I felt reading this masterpiece 🫡🥹😘✨✨✨✨✨Anyways here's a little something I made
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ghost-37 · 1 year
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i-am-iron-man-3000 · 1 year
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This is beautiful and heartbreaking
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callmelinamfsnow · 1 year
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“I am Queen of the most powerful nation in the world and my entire family is gone. Have I not given everything?”
Me:
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itsagentromanoff · 2 years
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Don’t mind me, I’m just crying over here at the mural in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
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chernobog13 · 1 month
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The one-and-only appearance of the Golden Age Black Panther from Stars and Stripes Comics #3 (July, 1941). Art by Paul Gustafson.
What's that you say? You never heard of him? Well, don't worry, Pinky, you ain't missing much.
He has no superpowers, we never learn his secret identity, and even though he carries what looks like a knife on his belt we never see him use it. You could have inserted any one of dozens of costumed heroes into this story and it wouldn't have mattered.
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pocketsizedpanther · 1 year
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How were they not CACKLINGGGGG 😂😂😂
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sunflowertwin-22 · 1 year
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Incorrect Quotes:)
Peter: So he's your.....
Shuri: Friend. Who's my man.
Shuri: I mean a man who is also a god.
Peter: Mhm
Shuri: Don't you Fucking dare!!
Peter:WHAT!?!
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