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guys writing this making me cry 💔💔😭 I’m so deadasss. this concept not for the weak. ugh he soooooo sad like 😞

this will be used to motivate me to finish one of these by purposely putting myself on the spot. you guys get to choose which one ur most interested in and then’ll it’ll force me to focus on it the most which kills procrastination and the 500 tabs in my head that pop up whenever I’m writing. bc ik u guys are depending on me to get that shit done.

guys I got too many ideas in my head it’s actually insane.

me rn 👇🏽

I got rockstar!touya

I got mafia!keigo

I got golden age Hollywood actor!keigo

I got vampire!keigo

I got Oni!katsuki

like my brain keeps popping them out like rabbits like that’s tooooo fast mamas EXTREMELY FAST. and when I do focus on one it’s like im in the zone before I realize how hot rockstar touya would be and then when I go to him I think abt actor Keigo like 😭😭😭 HAHSNSNSOAOAOSK

is anybody interested in a mafia!hawks x black!reader fanfic :3 just wrote this today queens instead of doing my homework and I got 7k words (it’s a one shot) in and also nobody ain’t warn me that switching tabs with ao3 sum dangerous..like deadass I had to rewrite a few parts FAWK MAN 💔😞 but lwky they say when you change your perspective😇 I just took it at as a chance to write it better.

lowkey this kinda clickbait ngl. I ain’t even finish it 😭😭😭

BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH. Def gotta proofread and add a couple things cause..🧐 it ain’t making sense but overall I ate and lowkey I made reader a crash out :3 but it makes sense because he ‘cheated’ on her. ngl feel like I need to see more breaking more shit f!readers when they find out their man cheated on them. crying cool and all but throwing glasses at walls and flipping tables HELL YEAH QUEEN. sorta feel like I mischaracterized mafia Keigo even tho he’s been rotting in my notes app for like maybe a year and readers black and I added minor characters woooooo.

“I'ma kill the pussy, I think we need a paramedic.”

⋆˚࿔ Black!F!Reader x Ur Fav!

📢: nsfw!, dom!behavior, pussy referred to as ‘she’; stretch marks, not proofread :3, very short

★ men who bend you on the nearest surface. counter top, table, couch,—whatever’s near and wherever he can fuck you from the back as long as he gets his billion dollar view. If that’s not available he’ll use the nearest wall pressing you against it his body all against yours so you can feel his growing erection in his pants begging for you.

★yes his billion dollar view. with your back arched, ass up, and face down(sweaty, and against the pillow almost smudged, pathetic sounds coming outta you like a pornstar). it was fucking glorious the way your body was beneath him. He liked it when you were sooo feeble under him like this. Your soft warm skin glistening with sweat, the curves on your body, the accentuations, the carvings. Yes carving, like a—uh, Greek statue y’know the one depicted of Aphrodite? She ain’t had shit on you in his opinion he adored it all. Especially your stretch marks! The ones that began on your lower back stretching to your hips, thighs, and ass? Sunlight on water. Perfection supposedly didn’t exist as humans were flawed but too him? You where the standard. Perfect.

★ his hand slide down to the middle of your back before pressing on it “Deeper baby.” His voice muttered into your ear and you obeyed your back deepening further “There we go.” He cooed pulling a stray curl from your face so he could see your eyes his smirk deepening from what he saw in them. “That’s my girl, doin’ so good for me.”

★men who place love bites on your shoulders licking them clean light bruises in there wake right after, kisses on them and in between the shoulder blades(the lil moans you released were so precious—), and his fingers ever so gently trailing down your spine all because of the way your breathing slows, and hitches and maybe even a hiccup.

★men who really, really want to tug, pull and wrap your hair around his fists but decided on not to because it hurt for you and not in a good way. So he decided on using your neck wrapping his big, rough hand ‘round there. It made it all the better feeling your plus beat rapidly against his fingers. But make no mistake! That protective hairstyle? Oh you’re so done. “Nah, nah lemme pull it c’mon I’ll be gentle I swear.” He’s not gentle not even a little bit with your passion twists wrapped around his hand messily tilting your head back all meanly like a bully, a bully who likes to fuck you. Your throat bare and he places open mouthed kisses on the skin sucking a bit, even on the pulse.

★men who fuck you like you insulted his mom in the worst way. men who fuck you like he absolutely hates your existence and the fact that your still alive breathing. men who fuck you like your just some dumb rag doll to put his cock in. Rough. Raw. Passionate. Straight up pounding your shit with no mercy it’s almost like he wants you dead. But there’s a duality—almost whiplash with the way he whispers in your ear “want me to—shit—stop, pretty?” or “m’goin too hard? aw, shh don’t cry on me now.” pressing soft almost feather light kisses on your jaw or on the back of your neck, his voice all hoarse, raw and low and you’re the only person who gets to hear him like this all intimate because this is solely reserved for his girl.

★men who slap your ass and he doesn’t care if it’s big or small he slapping it either way just to see a deep red mark depicting his handprint. (If you look back you’ll see the pure delight in his eyes, a big grin on his face at the recoil) Because your his. Branding he guesses? and he rubs it’s after soothing the pain all caringly like he’s genuinely sorry but his mouth is so dirty when he says “you’re not gonna walk for the next week so, call out for everyday okay? I’ll take care of you yeah?” He tilts his head to the side lazily seemly in thought before saying “I’ll massage your legs, your thighs, back as well for ya..probably your whole body..you want that right?” Mind you he’s saying this while he’s still fucking you his pace slowed down though to give you air time talking like he’s listing a grocery list or something. And when you don’t answer quick enough he gives your ass a quick smack making you cry out “Y-yeah!” He smirks rubbing your ass again all soothingly “Yeah? Glad you agree..don’t like how they’ve been working my girl so hard these days.” He says and his ears pick up on your shaky breathing and he doesn’t know why you’re doing that. He’s still got one more round left in him maybe two..he’s feeling a bit needy today. But he’s not the only one clearly with the way she’s squeezing him dry all tight and warm tryna choke him out acting like she wanted a baby. Poor pussy, all clingy n shit it’s okay tho! He’ll fuck you till she tapped out.

“We’re for life y’know so, stop it. Stop doing this to me y’know I need you.”

✎ᝰ. Part one.

Black!Reader x Rockstar!Touya!

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-Self Righteous by Bryson Tiller-

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📢: toxic relationship, unexpected pregnancy!, drug addiction + alcohol addiction!, smut, angst, he’s an asshole, and bad writing!

Trust me baby it’s hard to give it up, it’s tough.

He remember the day you left him. It was probably one of his clearest memories and one that he regretted a lot.

“I’m getting better I fuckin’ swear! It’s just for recreational use—“ He tried to explain himself but you cut him off “Touya don’t give me that shit” You pointed your manicured finger in his chest harshly “I can’t believe you—no..no you promised to me! You promised to me you stopped!” The sheer pain in your voice made him wince he didn’t like to hurt you (but he seemed to do it a lot didn’t he? Time and time again he lost count now)

“The doctor said it’s okay as long as I do it in small doses—“

“Shut the fuck up! Stop trying to defend yourself. And what doctor? Cause I know you’re not talking about Garaki!”

He sighed rubbing his face feeling his blood rush to his brain the pills were already kicking in and he could barely hear you curse him out. He wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Are you even listening to me?” Fuck. He heard that little crack in your voice the one that always came out when you were mad and about to cry. It almost broke his heart.

“You want me to be honest? No I’m not because it’s not a big deal. It just small doses to get me through the day I can control it.” He said his voice so sure and he gestured with his hand to the pill bottle in your hand.

You looked at him in disbelief and at his sheer audacity your throat burning with the sensation that let you know you were about the cry. You threw the pill bottle at the wall and it popped open the containments going everywhere. Touya let out a frustrated groan his eyes flickering between the bottle and you “God, why do you have to be so dramatic! Making this shit so complicated.”

You stuck your middle finger at him turning around to the stairs “Fuck you! I am so sick of you and your shit. “ You voice was angry as you headed up not even bothering to look back at him ignoring his mutterings. “The next time you’re crying in the shower or in the hospital for overdosing don’t even bother calling my number.” You didn’t even try to hide the tears as they flowed down your cheek.

He should see how much he hurt you.

“Oh so that’s what we’re doing? You don’t really mean that and we both know it.” His tone was so dismissive and so aggravating you turnt to look at him your lip curled in disgust.

You saw him pause at the tears and the bastard had the audacity to look away “Don’t feel guilty now and I’m deadass.” You said grabbing the gold necklace at your neck that had the delicate little ‘D’ letter hanging off of it (he gave it to you your first anniversary and back then he was so sweet and loving—) and promptly ripped it off throwing it harshly down the stairs.

You saw the way he turnt his head back his eyes immediately going to where he heard the sound and you saw the way his eyes widened. He looked at the object like it was foreign something he could barely comprehend.

He shook his head trying to keep his composure because he could feel it, his anger coming to the surface and him angry and high wasn’t a good mix. “You think that,” he gestured vaguely to the necklace “is ‘suppose to me make what? Say sorry? It’s just a fuckin’ necklace and you’re acting like I’m doing coke it’s just pills.”

There he goes acting like he was right in this situation downplaying your feelings.

He would ‘quit’ go through withdrawal and then he would start again and It was always ‘light pills’. Then he would want something stronger, and when that wouldn’t satisfy him he would want something more higher grade. It’s how he’d get enlisted in the hospital and this was his starting third time.

You couldn’t take it anymore the last time he—he had to take a break from his career one that got him a lot backlash from critics and his fans. And now he was acting like he was invincible? This was so tiring and you were exhausted dealing with this.

With him and his demons.

So you didn’t even respond back to him. Didn’t even give him a glance as you went upstairs and packed your bags. And when you came downstairs an hour later and saw him in the kitchen drinking you scoffed not even saying a goodbye.

He didn’t chase you. No you always did that.

But when those two weeks passed and you still didn’t come back on his doorstep he called your phone and learned that you blocked him.

He scoffed “Doesn’t matter..fuck her..abandoning me..”

But it did matter. Because you dug a tight little hole in his heart that yearned for your warmth ever since the day you left. (I need you—I fuckin’ need you. I’m so sorry I know..I know I’m a piece of shit but I need you—)

I guess it's my fault, I know what's up.

Everything was his fault because it was always his fault. He was always the one hurting and hurting and you were the one who always forgave and forgave. (You were always too good for him, you were a good girl you didn’t belong with somebody like him. You deserved to be with a nice man who treated you right and as much as he wanted that for you he fuckin’ hated the idea of you being with someone else.)

So the least thing he could do is give you some space so you could breathe and come to peace before he would walk back into your life and destroy everything with his ‘I’m sorrys’ and your favorite flowers.

In that time, his life got both simpler and more complicated. Simpler, because you weren’t there anymore—no one was nagging him about the smoking or the drinking. No one was in his ear, begging him to take care of himself. He could do whatever he wanted without your voice holding him accountable. It was like he was finally free.

But complicated, because without you, everything undoubtedly spiraled.

It wasn’t the drugs that sent him to the hospital this time, though. No, this time, it was something else—a different kind of wake-up call. One that came with sterile white walls, the beeping of machines, and a doctor who looked too tired to bother sugarcoating the truth

He could die if he didn’t stop drinking.

Two years. That’s all they gave him. His liver was already weak enough but now it was waving the white flag. He remembered sitting in that hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to laugh it off like he always did. But the laugh didn’t come.

Because for the first time, he realized that all the nights spent drowning his thoughts, all the times he’d chosen the bottle over you—over everything—had brought him here.

(You were listed as his emergency contact when they found him passed out. You didn’t answer. You didn’t answer. You didn’t answer. Why was he surprised you basically foreshadowed this life dangering situation. Because you were always right and right and he always was so, so wrong.)

Baby, we used to fuck (from now on we make love)

He missed those legs fuck. Those things were the only reason why he did missionary he swears on it. Feeling the plush of your inner thighs and the sheer warmth there made him smile like actually smile. And when he was drowning himself in them your legs closed around him and he could barely hear you asking if he was okay because you didn’t want to suffocate him.

But he didn’t care because the taste of your cum on his tongue was better than any drug he’s ever had in his life (and feeling your thighs tremble as he kept going ‘n going. perfection.) He missed you pussy dearly she always took him so well squeezing around him, being sooo warm, and making him cum. Not to mention that feeling he always got which he didn’t want to lose for the world but he lost it shit!. (his pupils blown wide dilated from the pleasure and adrenaline from being inside you. His cock pumping in and out of your puffy cunt while his lips sucked on your collarbone branding your skin with his marks of lust love leaving your brown skin with red hickeys in his wake. )

He couldn’t lie and pretend and say he didn’t miss you. He missed his girl. (He hoped nobody was in that pussy when he wasn’t there. Nobody deserved to be in there besides him thank you very much)

And your eyes (sexy brown eyes ) damn your eyes. They weren’t lying when they said ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ because he saw everything and he loved seeing that pleasure pool in them and the ‘I want you to stop but I don’t want you stop’ written all over your face. Ugh it was priceless. He missed seeing those eyes when he woke up in the morning looking at him with so much love and warmth (“touya stop staring at me it’s creepy.” He remembers you saying and he replied with a “nah, I get to wake up to this sight everyday can’t I be appreciative?”) He should’ve been more appreciative but selfishness runs through his blood and it’s in his nature. He can’t help it. He’s sorry he didn’t mean to hurt you. Take me back, please I need you. He missed seeing those eyes when got back from tour and finally got to see them in person after months on FaceTime. He missed seeing those eyes when he was in his darkest moments and you never looked at him like he was a monster you just wanted to help. He took it for granted. He took it for granted. This is all your fault. Take responsibility. He missed seeing those eyes.

Girl, let's catch up, phone calls ain't enough

That's where I messed up, I shoulda kept in touch

He would’ve kept in touch. He tried to keep in touch with you. But you blocked him and don’t ask him how he got your new number.

Come back home

You don’t gotta forgive me I just wanna talk

I’m a piece of shit I know but i got help I got put in rehab again and it’s been 3 months. I’ve been trying like actually and I haven’t missed any days and it’s all for you. Please let me be better for you.

But you never answered. You didn’t even leave him on seen. Did it hurt? Of course it did it felt like the little space you dug in his heart was going to be empty forever and you would never come back to fill it up. He would never admit but he cried himself to sleep sometimes because you were suppose to be right beside him letting him spoon you.

It wasn’t suppose to be this way. God he’s such an asshole.

Cause I ain't the type that will hit it and quit it

Even if it's mine, even if it isn't

Take them trips and pay yo' ass a visit

And then. And then you texted him. It was the middle of the day to when he was doing a recording session.

1-12-8 Shinjuku, Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo 160-0022, Japan

When he saw the message he felt starstrucked. Because the last time he texted you was a month ago and he had been busy with working on this album. He felt his breath hitch reading the message ‘okay Shinjuku? she only lives half an hour away what the fuck’ okay this wasn’t bad. “Gotta go, you guys finish your parts.” He said half dazed and half distracted grabbing his things and leaving not even hearing Toga say “wait where ya going?”

Holy shit. You were allowing him back in if this address was anything to go by. But why? I mean he’s very happy he is (he would do better this time. He fuckin’ had to because you were his everything and then more) but this was so random, he thought you were never going to respond to his texts and he was even more surprised you didn’t straight up tell him to fuck off when he texted you. And that gave him hope because he wasn’t blocked yet.

And now here he was speeding on the highway all the way to Shinjuku because he was back in. He wanted to call you and ask why now? But he felt like you wouldn’t have answered until he got to the apartment because that’s the type of shit you would do.

He looked around as he parked in the parking lot. It was a simple apartment complex nothing to fancy although the grass did looked like it needed to be cut. There weren’t any shady figures looming around so that’s good that you weren’t in a bad area because if he could he would move you out so quick.

He rubbed at his face tiredly feeling his nerves run through him. God why was he nervous get a grip Touya isn’t this what you’ve wanting since she left? So breathe. And he did it’s one of things that actually stuck with him from rehab it gave him a sense of control. Or at least a faux one because he was never in control not one time in his life

He got out his car shutting the door and locking it before pulling up your address again from the text. Except the door number wasn’t there so he had to text you.

What’s your door number?

He waited like a good two minutes before he saw the seen pop up and then no response. Okay weird and then he heard a door being opened making him look up to the second floor.

Oh.

Oh.

You dyed your hair? It was a honey brown color all over and was tied back in a slicked bun. Your eyes met his and he felt himself swallow hard and maybe he fell in love all over again. You then went back inside your apartment not a word from your lips and he quickly went to the stairs a couple feet away.

He rushed up and hurried down the walk to your door and promptly froze.

What.

What?!

Before he could even say anything you cut him off your voice soft and surprisingly calm (he was expecting anger for the most of it) “I don’t wanna hear nothing from your mouth until I say what I have to say. So come in and close the door.”

He swallowed hard again because there was to much going on and he was experiencing too much right now. He wasn’t expecting this. He felt dizzy, he felt like his head was spinning and spinning trying to wrap its self around this situation. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to bolt out the fuckin’ door and never come back. He-he—

Because here you are in the middle of your small living room holding a bundle of what he—of a—a bundle to your chest.

At your look he somehow had managed to turn around and close the door shut locking it and then turning around almost robotically. He eyed the bundle and saw a shift of movement which made you adjust your position. He felt his whole body freeze because no! He wa—wasn’t he..wasn’t ready. This had to be a dream—please let it be a dream!

His eyes flickered to the bundle, then to you, then to the bundle again. This shit couldn’t be real, it had to been some sick dream nightmare his brain made up and he was asleep in the studio right? Right?!

And then you started talking and everything went downhill from there.

“I was already pregnant..when I left. Maybe a week or so before and I was planning on telling you but I was scared.”

Touya felt something try to escape from his mouth but nothing came out. He remained speechless his throat closing up and his heart hammering in his chest so hard it echoed to his ears. This felt like being on adderall all over again except he wasn’t doing it for some motivation this felt like his drink got spiked.

He was staring at the bundle so hard he’s pretty sure lasers were about to come out. And then—and then he saw an a-arm escaping the blanket before going back in. “I..” His throat felt like it was on fire like and it reminded him of drinking whiskey the burn taste usually so welcomed but right now it it was unwelcomed.

“You weren’t ready.” Your voice steady and calm. You seemed so composed like you practiced for this in your head for days and you probably did. But he could see it the nerves the slight tremble of your finger and you still hadn’t look at him. Did it hurt so much to look at him? If it did he would understand he was still due for his punishment.

“Neither was I. And I..I thought about it. Aborting the baby and I was gonna do it for you. Because I know you’re not ready to be a father and all it would do was hurt you. But I was so s-sick of doing shit for you, thinking about your opinion, and how you felt when I didn’t even consider my own feelings.”

Your voice cracked just slightly but you swallowed it down rocking the baby gently as if to calm yourself. You still hadn’t looked at him

Touya’s knees felt like they were about to give out and the dizzying felt worse. “I—I would’ve been there for you. I wouldn’t have abandoned you y’know this—“

But you cut him off sharply “We both know that’s a load of shit.” Your huff of amusement felt like a slap across the cheek. He flinched and he couldn’t help but feel offended and he wanted to say anything to defend himself but he knew you were right.

“You weren’t in a place where I could tell you. You weren’t even in a place where I could stay. I didn’t feel safe around you Touya and when you get in that mindset..you get erratic.”

Ouch.

Your words felt like he was being cut open slowly by knives. His flesh, muscles, bone and blood revealed for all to see. Cutting around his skin sharply and deeply no mercy in your voice (he didn’t deserve it anyway). He felt a pang of guilt hammering in his chest, this wasn’t just a conversation this was his reckoning.

This is your punishment.

He felt at a lost of words once again because he didn’t know what to say or what you wanted him to say. His apology would mean shit and you both would know it but him saying nothing at all would make the silence worse.

“You texted me saying you got into rehab for me..and I don’t know whether to believe that or not. Because you say a lot of shit to convince me to go back to you. So is it true or are you lying to me?”

You were the executioner and he was the condemned looking up at you as you were about to bring the axe down if he didn’t spit the truth out now.

You finally had looked at him your eyes flashing with pain before it disappeared like it was never there in the first place. He swallowed hard and the man that had been hiding behind arrogance and all the bravado finally came out (he couldn’t wear the mask any more. Show yourself. Who are you Touya Todoroki?)

“It’s true. I’ve been off of it for awhile now..and the alcohol.” His voice had been softer than he intended to it almost sounded..fragile.

Was that enough? No it never was. He let his face show his real emotions because nonchalance wasn’t something you deserved right now. He needed to be honest with you, something you never got while you two were together.

His hands itched at him to do something to reach for you, offer proof that didn’t exist, but he stayed rooted in his place.

“I’m not lying,” He added his voice cracking at the edges (show yourself. show her.) “You—you were right about..how I would be in the hospital again. I deserved it.” ‘I deserved everything’ was unspoken but it was heard and he didn’t know if it was on deaf ears.

His declaration sat in the air heavy its weight crushing him and your eyes burned into his. You needed more and he would give you more. Anything even if it meant allowing the guilt, the sheer shame, and the fear show up on his face. Something he never would’ve done in the past because it was pathetic but now? He deserved to feel pathetic.

He deserved to be down on his knees begging for your forgiveness to be allowed back into your life again. And so that’s what he did.

He walked away from the door slowly so you could see his actions as he made his way over to you showing you exactly what he was doing. Getting down on his knees looking up at you like you determined life and death and in this case you did. You looked at him in barely hidden shock your lips parted to say something but he cut you off. “I messed up..I messed us up.” He confessed like the dammed tied up in chains of all his lies, manipulations, and failures. His voice had dropped lower almost to a whisper and it sounded desperate.

“Please,” His voice rasped. “Please believe me. I don’t wanna hurt you again. Let me be the one to help you with this. Let me take all of your pain because I deserve all of it. I don’t blame you for leaving me. I don’t. I’m to much ‘fuckin work, too much damage, too much for anyone to handle. You shouldn’t have to drain yourself for me. So I get it—I understand.”

You said nothing in return but he caught it the way your grip around the baby tightened and the shaky breath that followed right after. His voice was gaining strength even as his composure was breaking and cracking finally showing you the man who you fell in love with.

“I took you for granted,” he continued his voice was raw and full of pain “But I’m taking responsibility now. I’m being mature something I know you needed in the past and I know I’m too late. But I’ve grown and I want you to see that. And I meant it when I said I went to rehab for you. I needed to get better. For you. For…” He looked up at the bundle you were cradling so gently and he had to take it in on how perfect you looked. (He felt like he was intruding and that he didn’t belong here looking at something so sacred.) His throat tightened again as the reality of it slammed into him like a wrecking ball. You’re a father now Touya. He wanted to throw up but he swallowed it down. Be a man, be a man for her. “I’m gonna continue to do better..for the both of you.”

You didn’t respond right away, and the silence that followed felt deafening. He had to fill it up he didn’t want to lose you. “You don’t have to let me back into your life not if you don’t want to. And that’s fine I just..I just want to help you.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Jackie Ormes, the first Black American woman cartoonist

When the 14-year-old Black American boy Emmett Till was lynched in 1955, one cartoonist responded in a single-panel comic. It showed one Black girl telling another: “I don’t want to seem touchy on the subject… but that new little white tea-kettle just whistled at me!”

It may not seem radical today, but penning such a political cartoon was a bold and brave statement for its time — especially for the artist who was behind it. This cartoon was drawn by Jackie Ormes, the first syndicated Black American woman cartoonist to be published in a newspaper. Ormes, who grew up in Pittsburgh, got her first break as cartoonist as a teenager. She started working for the Pittsburgh Courier as a sports reporter, then editor, then cartoonist who penned her first comic, Torchy Brown in Dixie to Harlem, in 1937. It followed a Mississippi teen who becomes a famous singer at the famed Harlem jazz club, The Cotton Club.

In 1942, Ormes moved to Chicago, where she drew her most popular cartoon, Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger, which followed two sisters who made sharp political commentary on Black American life. 

In 1947, Ormes created the Patty-Jo doll, the first Black doll that wasn’t a mammy doll or a Topsy-Turvy doll. In production for a decade, it was a role model for young black girls. "The doll was a fashionable, beautiful character,“ says Daniel Schulman, who curated one of the dolls into a recent Chicago exhibition. “It had an extraordinary presence and power — they’re collected today and have important place in American doll-making in the U.S.”

In 1950, Ormes drew her final strip, Torchy in Heartbeats, which followed an independent, stylish black woman on the quest for love — who commented on racism in the South. “Torchy was adventurous, we never saw that with an Black American female figure,” says Beauchamp-Byrd. “And remember, this is the 1950s.“ Ormes was the first to portray black women as intellectual and socially-aware in a time when they were depicted in a derogatory way.

One common mistake that erased Ormes from history is mis-crediting Barbara Brandon-Croft as the first nationally syndicated Black American female cartoonist. “I’m just the first mainstream cartoonist, I’m not the first at all,” says Brandon-Croft, who published her cartoons in the Detroit Free Press in the 1990s. “So much of Black history has been ignored, it’s a reminder that Black history shouldn’t just be celebrated in February.”

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ Woman.

Series: Black and white.

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Negan and y/n have a quick talk that becomes a heated night.

Warnings: kind of smut,Fluff, bad language other twd stuff.

The song Y/n is humming:

The sound of music flows through the hallways of the sanctuary as y/n cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans.

Y/n hummed along with her song y/n was okay with being one of Negan's "wives". The only thing that bothered the woman was how black and white Negan thought of things like with his " people" not every little mistake doesn't have to be met with the biggest punishment. But what could she do her job as a wife in Negan's eyes was for her to sit and look pretty y/n couldn't blame anyone but herself.

She said yes to becoming one of his wives. You could always leave whenever she wanted but she didn't want to leave. She wanted to help the younger girls over there with her like Amber she's such a sweet girl and all she needs right now someone there for her.

Y/n helps all the time whether it be hiding things for her. Y/n finished cooking and made a plate and covered it in plastic wrap and grabbed a pink gift bag. Y/n walks out of her room and strolls over to Amder's room. Her black heels clicked against the cement floor.

As she walks she saw Simon just standing in front of Negan's meeting room staring at her or behind her. She continued walking when someone tapped her shoulder she sigh "My god." y/n said as she turned to see Negan with a huge smirk " Well hello Y/n my sweet sugar plum." Negan says looking her up and down Y/n was a sweet woman who was with the wrong group at the wrong time in the wrong spot. Or the be more specific Ricks group.

" Hello, Negan." Y/n said in a sweet voice I'm trying her best not to sound annoyed with her having to make a detour. Negan looks down at her hands seeing the plate and gift bag " I smell food what did ya make darlin' " Negan says "Um I made cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans." she says trying to figure out where he is going with this. " Why don't you come into my room we can have a little chat." he puts his arm around y/n's waist.

Negan forcefully moves Y/n to his room as the doors open y/n pulls down the bottom of her black dress that had a gold line around the bottom. Negan close and locked it walked y/n and took the plate and bag from her hand and sat them on the dresser.

Well, what did I do this time to deserve this?

She thought.

Negan grabbed y/n's waist with both hands and looks into her eyes not losing eye contact. " would you ever lie to me, darling?" " I don't know," I say not knowing if I would or not lie to the man. He chuckled "That's not the worst answer I've heard." Negan says a little proud of her " y/n baby."

Oh hear it comes...

She thought

" Today I go a little visit from Carl and a girl who looked like a split image of you," Negan said the girl he was talking about was Y/n's daughter Jasmine and she knew it.

" she said I had her mother here and said I kidnapped her," he says sounding a little hurt. " do you know the girl y/n?" he looks down at her "Yes I do she's my daughter." " you never told me about a daughter." " you never asked." I tilt my head to the side " I think you should have told me," Negan says

"My life story?" Negan chuckles at the tension in her voice it was the first time she's ever done that. " darling I want a baby with you." he has that Signature Smile " You're joking." y/n says a little takin' aback by his forwardness but slowly realized who she was talking to. "Not at all sugar plum." he winks.

Y/n looks down a bit Negan leans down to her ear "You only have to say one word darling." he whispered in her ear. Y/n was slowly falling for Negan in the best way possible." yes. I want to have a baby with you." y/n says giving in " god damn you are a fine piece of ass."

Negan pulls Y/n into a passionate kiss groping her ass y/n cups his face with her hands pulling him closer. Negan pats her leg signing for her to jump. Y/n jumps into Negans arms he holds her like it's nothing and cares her to his bed. Laying her down. As he starts to kisss her neck.

"This International Women’s Day we call on all who identify as feminists to engage in the lifelong unlearning of their biases and to be in solidarity with Palestinian women, Sudanese women, Congolese women who are experiencing an ongoing genocide." from The Slow Factory, 08/Mar/2024: caption cont. under images.

In Palestine, more than 9,000 women have been brutally killed by the Israeli Occupation. 63 women killed per day.

In Sudan, 4 million Sudanese women & girls are at risk of sexual violence.

In the Democratic Republic of the Congo, more than 1 million women have been survivors of sexual violence.

In Turtle Island aka the so called USA, 94% of fatal violence committed again Trans people are committed against Trans women.

This isn’t about the stats, the poverty porn or the constant shock doctrine the West desperately needs in order to be inclusive. This is a call for solidarity and collective action.

Access to feminine hygiene products, bodily autonomy and the access to necessary safe and caring spaces as women are all human rights.

hey girl! Can you write smth for plaqueboymax it’s literally no fics about him anywhere

I PROMISE I will get back to this I just have crazy writers block rn I’ve been thinking all day on what to write for this request specifically 💔

going in a grind today 😈

(attempting to write one fic for each character on my masterlist so it doesn’t look ugly)

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