I THOUGHT SHE ESCAPED THE FLOODWATERS. No—but her head is empty of the drowned for now—though she took her first breath below sea level. Ahhh awe & aw … mama, let me go—she speaks.
Help a black queer college student finally finish college.
finally having access to my student portal, seeing that it states I only have one semester left and financial aid offices have hardly helped with anything regarding any aid I received. Currently not working and helping take care of family. If anyone can help, much appreciated.
fuck it, why not. happy MLK day! Black folks: reblog with ur pay links, white folks (especially yall bozos donating to renew ur gay slaveowner show instead of directing that money towards shit that matters like the several genocides happening) pay up! if u arent Black and u see this post, please reblog (and try not to tag this post if possible!)
↠ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 . ( sentence starters for the muses that fall under the southern gothic genre. feel free to adjust wording / pronouns accordingly. )
❛ we bite the hand that feeds. ❜
❛ it's out there. ❜
❛ darkness surrounds this place. ❜
❛ don't go out past dark. ❜
❛ this place has rules for a reason. ❜
❛ they're plotting your demise. ❜
❛ they feed on fear. ❜
❛ i feel like they're watching me. ❜
❛ they don't like outsiders. ❜
❛ what a load of bible - pushers. ❜
❛ god ain't watching here. ❜
❛ that place looks like it hasn't been touched in years. ❜
❛ you're gonna need a gun if you go in there. ❜
❛ don't go down there. ❜
❛ they found a body by the river. ❜
❛ stuff like that happens here all the time. ❜
❛ we don't talk about that. ❜
❛ this place can't be real. ❜
❛ did you see that? ❜
❛ it's easier to bleed than to sweat. ❜
❛ it comes out at night. ❜
❛ i want nothing. ❜
❛ that was fucking creepy. ❜
❛ we're gonna die in these woods. ❜
❛ did you bring a flashlight? ❜
❛ you better pray that it never finds you. ❜
❛ run. as far and as fast as you can. ❜
❛ they're all angry. ❜
❛ did i do something to offend them? ❜
❛ you'll learn the secrets the longer you're here. ❜
❛ this ground is founded on fear. ❜
❛ don't anger the townsfolk. ❜
❛ they're good folk if they let you know them. ❜
❛ lock your doors. ❜
❛ you look sick to your stomach. ❜
❛ if you listen closer, you can hear it screaming. ❜
❛ fuck this town for ruining us. ❜
❛ you can wash me in blood before i let this town take me. ❜
❛ you think they're looking at us? ❜
❛ if yours is glory, then mine must be shame. ❜
❛ i'm saving my strength for running. ❜
❛ i'll forgive it all. even as it all comes back to me. ❜
❛ i am never coming back to this place. ❜
Gentleness of her voice, as soft the trees swayed and the moss that dangled down off the branches in the calm breeze, drew the hunter back in from his venturing thoughts. Laving in the peacefulness that Isis’ presence and property brought him. A safe space in a world of nightmares. Giles watches the woman as she approaches him. Step by step, she came into clearer focus. Features sunkissed and lovely as the sunset. Lovelier, dare he say making such a comparison. Scarred brow arches at her words.
“You startin’ to dream of fish like your mamma said, sunshine?” He inquires curiously with a small, toothy smile. It’s a statement he isn’t quick to catch onto. Woman’s body, mind and spirit… always knows what? He mulls over those words. On a heeled boot the hunter turns to face the woman. Sight flickering over her, perhaps searching for a physical difference of some sort. Yet, he sees nothing. Though he would be lying to say if something didn’t feel different. That faint aura about her shining brighter than usual. Quiet hum rumbles in the man’s throat, “I ain’t so certain I follow, darlin’. You know me, a fool of a man when it comes to a lady’s riddle.”
Excitement couldn't be the word used for the ten different emotions she felt at this given moment. It was extremely important that she kept calm and allow a build up though it could come right out of her at any moment. The sun only increased her serotonin, the breeze offering the sun assistance; Her favorite cowboy joining the bright star and clear breeze in bringing her this remarkable bliss. Everything around her has much more meaning in her life now.
"Why yes, sweet pie!" A hand reaches out to his shoulder blade, massaging him briefly before trailing down to hold his wrist. She hopped that he'd quickly catch on, this surprise was eating her alive wanting to force it's way out somehow. "You ain't a fool darlin' but you certainly are somethin' else." Searching for his eyes, now, she couldn't allow herself to wait any longer. Bringing his hand forward, placing it flat onto her belly.
"I have waited so long for this! Honey, looks like you will be a daddy soon!"
Title: lemonade.
Genre: Family, Friendship, Hurt-Comfort, Slice-Of-Life.
Fandom: TWDG.
Characters: Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree, Isis Onyx ( OC ), AJ ( cameo ).
For: Aja / @creolejesus !!
Summary: For the first time in a very long time, she felt soft. Feminine. Fierce. Beautiful. Magical. All her life, it seemed like she had to fight, but now, she can simply… unwind for what appeared to be the first time in forever. This was what peace looks like, she thinks, and she prays to any god that would listen that this won't be taken away from her like all the others before.
Rating: 16+.
Warning(s): Clementine discusses her experiences with antiblackness & texturism as a child in non-explicit detail. Overall, this is a very uplifting ficlet.
A/N: this was a concept ficlet i'd& written a while back for my& dear friend aja where back when i& was in the rpc, clementine & isis were basically like a mother-daughter duo where isis would teach her hoodoo & black history & black feminism in the deep south in a ranch area with horses nearby a bayou !! keep in mind that all this was approved by aja who is a afro-indigenous ( specifically black cherokee ) writer who i& always know would make sure i& write accurately should she ever see something that needs fixing. i& write clementine ( & as she is also an introject in our& system ) as a afro-indigenous chinese two spirit nonbinary girl; isis belongs to aja & she is a black creole rootworker & witch from new orleans louisiana with a mysterious past. i& intentionally left this vague whether or not this was in the canon universe of the apocalypse or this is somethin' else but this was actually inspired by the visuals of beyonce's lemonade album, poc cottagecore ( or ig more specifically black & native cottagecore ) & like. i& always hced clem as like always having to codeswitch especially around nonblack and nonnative folx so that mostly white survivors wouldn't view her as a threat ( bc. antiblackness smh ) & so when she's around isis, she feels like she can let those walls down & be authentically herself; i& do my& best to respect the language & aja said i& did a wonderful job at writing it so correctly & with respect as yt folx are really out here doing the absolute most & acting like it's a meme language when it's a language w/ its own dialect, rules, history & culture. i always got like. warm colors & black cottagecore / black witchcore vibes w/ isis & i wanted to reflect that in the visuals bc clementine eventually does do natural protective hairstyles in the future when she grows out her hair so i& think it would've been cool if isis was the one who taught her how to do her braids & stuff like that !! this is all mostly headcanon & exomemory based on clem's part. i& only ask that out of respect considering that this is a gift for a friend that only aja reblogs it but anyone can like it. if you enjoyed this content & you want to leave a tip, you can do that here, while far more importantly, if you want to support black folx, especially queer black folx on juneteenth, you can do that here !! happy juneteenth, black folx who read this, you're so loved!<3333
"Well, ain'tcha' as sweet as a peach, sweetpea!" Isis shrills as her hands complete her latest masterpiece and holds a handheld mirror up for Clementine to see.
The sunlight filtered through the window as Clem's amber eyes gazed back at her reflection, mouth parting with no words coming out, a smile blossoming upon her lips. Her dark brown hair had been tied up in two beautiful afro puffs. "Thank you, ma'am, it's beautiful." Clem murmurs, feeling safe enough to let down her walls that she usually kept around nonblack and nonnative people, so many who had tried to look at her funny even as a child for even speaking in her peoples' dialect. A deep inhale as her eyes flicker over to baby AJ who was suckling on warm milk and honey in a bottle.
"When I was a girl, kids used t' laugh a' me when I went on the schoolbus, call my hair "nappy", look at me funny like I was a clown or Booboo the fool or somethin'," her voice wavers for a moment, trying to hold back the river of tears that was threatening to break the dam before her breath hitches, "an' then I used ta' come home from school cryin' sayin' I was ugly. My daddy never forgot that an' raised hell for all the city t'know, including that school. He used t' tell me every mornin' that I was beautiful and capable of doin' anythin' I set my mind to. I tried... God above, I tried to believe that message but I guess after a while I forgot 'bout it. Hell, I don't even even think I believed him."
Isis listened to every word she said quietly before her lips press gently over Clem's forehead. "You know, your daddy was right, baby. Look at your reflection fo' me."
Clem did as the older woman asked her and as they looked into the mirror together, her voice gently whispered into her ear. "That face is your ancestors staring back at'chu'. They love you, babygirl. Your eyes are as golden as the sun and your heart is even brighter, sweetpea. They're proud that you're here still livin' and breathin' here with me and baby AJ. How many kids your age know how ta' fight like a soldier? How many grown ass adults have the power you got? You keep holdin' your head high and don't let nobody play wi'tchu' 'cause you are that girl and you can be whoever you wanna be. Don't let nobody forget that, don't let nobody play wi'tchu, babygirl, you are not the one to be played with. Black is beautiful and so are you, baby. You hear me?"
The younger girl can't help but smile in the mirror, feeling the warmth of a thousand suns fill her heart, before she turns to the older woman who may as well have been a mother figure to her. She hadn't felt this way in so long that she wanted to cry. "I wanna make you AJ's godmother, miss Isis."
A golden smile graced the woman's features, a soft laugh as sweet as honeycomb filling the room in all its glory as the sun filtered through the window and illuminated her ginger curly locks, "I can be that for baby AJ, babygirl. Now," her doe brown eyes glinted in the sunlight, "you got the herbs I gotchu' to get fo' me? Lemme see. I'm gonna teach you a bit more on herbs and then we gon' ride on horseback together. How that sound, sweetpea?"
Clem nods, a grin revealing pearly whites, "Yes, ma'am," before she stands up and gets her wicker basket and unveils the basket to reveal rue, palo santo and ginger root, her white dress trailing across the floor of the cabin. For the first time in a very long time, she felt soft. Feminine. Fierce. Beautiful. Magical. All her life, it seemed like she had to fight, but now, she can simply... unwind for what appeared to be the first time in forever. This was what peace looks like, she thinks, and she prays to any god that would listen that this won't be taken away from her like all the others before.
“You know...” Isis trailed off, strangely unsure if what she felt was nervousness or eagerness. The light breeze and slight sways of the trees would slowly bring her back down, always did. The peace came as the breeze blew through the trees and into her. Her feet managed to encourage her forward, meeting Giles halfway.
“My momma always told me dreams ‘a fish would come ta’ an’ I would know immediately. A woman’s body, mind and spirit always know.” With little to no attempt she smiles. Isis would always imagine her excitement for a moment like this to be more erratic but in a positive way though she’s calm only to keep him on his toes if he didn’t understand just yet.
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