justticeleague:

agent ross: i-

m'baku:

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fringelawyer:

4.04 Subject 9

Once when you were a boy, you—you blew up a toaster oven with your mind simply because of an irrational hatred of raisin toast.

You ever had raisin toast?

ricachavez:

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killmonger fix-it fics:

Killmonger:let me die, bury me in the sea with my ancestors who jumped ship rather than live in bondage
T'Challa:I recognize that you have made a decision, cousin, but given that it's a stupid decision, I've elected to ignore it
T'Challa:also this is a landlocked country

ceasedtime.

*:・゚✧ CHILD STARTER FOR @blackpanthcr

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             ❛  So what, are you like  ——  some kind of a royal?  ❜

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‘   ——-   IS THIS HOW YOU would greet someone that is of a royal lineage ?   ’ 

profeminist:

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forgottengoddess.

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                 seconds seemed to have dragged by, obligations of the kingdom keeping them both apart and busy. despite the sun having set and it being their time, her husband was still working away. she’d just have to distract him. muscle arms wrap around his shoulders, and she doesn’t spare the hologram he’s looking at a glance. ‘ it will still be there tomorrow, ’ words are murmured before she pressed soft kisses against the king’s jaw. // @blackpanthcr

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fingers flex themselves across the kimoyo card. one hologram to another hovers before the duo. papers are strewn across the table in an organized mess. the wheels behind the watchful eyes are working over time. attention riveted to the declarations, the propositions,  &  the accords of his home. yet, he was hyper-aware of her. the golden locks gliding across his bare back   ——-   raising goosebumps in their wake. strong arms coiled around his body until he could feel the flesh of her body pressed against his side. the soft plush lips that could bring a man to his knees with the deadliest of smiles peppered across his jawline. the call of a siren whispering the secrets of the sea in his ear   ——-   touching his very soul. every nerve was electrocuted, fraying,   sensitive. but he was the king. he can endure. he must endure.

‘  ——-   this is not the way i work, my love. why put off tomorrow when it can be resolved today 

damisa sarki

i feel my ancestors in my blood. i am a body of people that are asking not to be forgotten.

my name is my nature

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