Being A Black Writer In A Fandom...

Being a black writer in a fandom...

Being a black writer in a fandom is like seeing some musty ass bitch saying, your favorite characters would not like you because you don't fit the world's example of beauty.

Being a black writer is being told that you don't fit in Fantasy stories.

Being a black writer is being told that your culture is beautiful but not you.

Being a black writer is knowing your favorite characters would take time to get to know you most of them at least. (Yes im looking at ya'll who have problematic faves.

Being black in a fandom is like writing x black reader or black! female reader stories with popular fictional characters and you being shit on or gaining less traction because of it.

Black! Reader or black! male or fem reader stories are important for me and others readers and writers. It helps us bring joy to others who want to read or see other black! Reader stories to feel inclucded.

If ya'll got problems with that, follow the golden rule and keep your unpleasent thoughts to yourself.

Otherwise I would died long ago from disappointment and heartache

Every show i watch always gets cancelled. I feel cursed

My favorite new genre of shows: cancelled

My fav type of reviews

Reading reviews of loft beds and dawn is absolutely dragging her son on here instead of reviewing the product. Howling

Missing you pt2

p.s. Painkiler's words are in purple

He felt a tear roll down his cheek. He whispered to himself: "I miss you, Jen. I miss you so much"

Closing his eyes, he was suddenly back on the Pierce’s roof with Jen, after Painkiller had broken free of the firewall for a couple of nasty minutes to wrap his hands around Jen’s neck. He could feel everything in that moment, the wind brushing lightly against his face, the shingles of the roof under his sneakers, the terrified look Jen shot him before schooling her features into a coolness Khalil had never seen on her face. Both looks hit him like a ton of bricks. She was scared of him. Painkiller had shown her his true colors and had, once again, pushed someone he loved away from him. And what she had said had chilled him to the core, a sudden lump rising in his throat, and tears smarting in his eyes as she let him go.

“I can't love a weapon that's pointed at my family, even if it does have a soul.” Her shoulders hunched pitifully as she wrapped her arms around her legs, all at once seeming far younger than her years. “See you around, Khalil.”

He took one last look at her, her curly hair brushing past her chin, her eyes chilly and flinty in the dusk as she turned away from him, blinking away tears of her own. “No. You won't,” he said, and with that, he had exited Jen’s life.

You have an unnatural alliance to losers

Pk this is not the time and nobody cares for your opinion

Relax. I am just saying that she and that family of hers are pains in my ass. Remember that if you go back I will finish my mission and we both can be free from pain .

There is no way we are going back. Now leave me be.

I don't know why you are having a pity party. Your not in constant pain and torment from your brain for not finishing a mission. I will not stand it. Let's go to Freeland and let me finish what I started.

Vengeance is not the answer

Your unnatural alliance to losers makes you a loser and weak. What part of...

PK WHAT PART OF IT IS NOT THE TIME DO YOU

Oh! I see how it is LOVERBOY: you LOVED the enemy, you side with enemy , all that is left for you to do is die for enemy. Then it will be Romero and Juliet type of love story. That will finally me put out of my misery.

I don't why I even pay attention to you .

After his talk with Pk he decided that he needed something to distract himself from the constant fighting with Pk and the love of his life moving on with someone else. So he went to watch the local team football match.

I don't why 😭

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