Color Me Curious

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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if i look back, i am lost
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Fai_Ryy
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Claire Keane
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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iii. Black
Moonlight (2016) - dir. Barry Jenkins
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‘boy i told you,’ zion replied with a hushed sort of tone, careful not to spill the secret aloud. ‘ion know how to tie no fuckin’ tie.’ it had been a fact that he’d carried with him since he was young, one he’d regretted during most dressy occasions which he was careful to avoid altogether. with no positive male influence around, all zion knew were his fight clothes. every second he stood in the ball underdressed and entirely too sober started to weigh on the man, who normally couldn’t be bothered to care what people thought at all. cade was different, though ; a little brother he’d not asked for in his life but was certainly glad to have. the pair were complete juxtapositions for each other but that’s what made it endearing to him. cade, the ever-well dressed charmer and zion ; the wolf in wolf’s clothing.
florenciias:
as much as the inner perreira within her wanted nothing more than to fix zion’s outfit, the florencia side of her instead let out a light chuckle. if she hadn’t been instilled with the concept of looking your best for any event, it is likely she would have worn something similar to what zion had on– minus the fight. but hey, that just gave him an excuse didn’t it? “ i think, uh, i think you look great. forget what anyone else has to say. ”
there was a softness about the woman that made zion self-aware of his own behavior and he seemed to settle into being kinder almost immediately. his smile was boyish, and his body language relaxed a little. shrugging, he replied. ‘tell you the truth i don’t know how to tie a tie,’ he admitted with a laugh. ‘never learned. my pops ditched so any kind of gentleman shit just ain’t been for me.’
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zion hated parties. it almost seemed against his nature to go anywhere but to the gym and to a fight but for whatever the reason in his mind, he’d try to show his face and do his best to stay out of trouble. he’d been thinking about opening up the boxing portion of his gym to men provided they would use their training for good, but he had a hard time trusting that. after everything that happened with his father he just couldn’t believe men weren’t inherently violent. one of the good ones, though — he decided almost immediately — was a lion-maned male he’d seen being robbed of the opportunity to box at a rival gym. before he got the chance to offer up his own he’d left without any contact information. seeing him a few feet away put a smallish smile on his face. walking towards the gentleman, he stood at his side and offered a hand. ‘don’t mean to make this shit weird but i saw you the other day? don’t take boxing classes from those chump ass muhfuckas. i got a gym. and it’s free.’
ftscvrlctt:
tapping her fingers mindlessly upon her glass of soda water, scarlett eyes zion for a couple seconds before snickering more to herself. “you look in tip-top shape to be fighting.” sarcasm is thick in her tone and she shifts on the balls of her feet to face him. “you could have worn your birthday suit and i’d call it classy if you wanted me to. plus, that would have been the perfect form of entertainment.”
‘you couldn’t handle me in my birthday suit,’ zion countered with a cheeky grin playing on his face surrounded by week-old scruff. keeping himself balanced enough to not feel the pain in his ribs from the previous fight, he eyed the woman and continued to smile. ‘you look good tho. but you knew that.’
lazharis:
“i was going to say you look nice.” sami said, awkwardly clearing her throat. she didn’t know where gala had gone off to, but when sami had seen zion, she felt it was necessary to go say hi. they weren’t.. friends, per se. but there was something there. right? “you must be so comfortable.” sami gestured down to her heels. “more so than me, right?”
‘you mean you not comfortable in those stilts you got on?’ zion joked, half-wincing as he held onto what was probably a broken rib. it was odd seeing sami grown up ; seeing her at the gym officiated the fact that he knew her once and didn’t know her now, but he’d do the work to. it almost hurt him that she was always so kind. ‘nah, thank you. and i’m sure you heard it hella enough tonight but you look beautiful.’
‘what?’ zion seethed in annoyance, limping over to one of the walls of the elaborate party before taking a sip of the whiskey in his glass. ‘i got a fight later. ain’t got time to change and allathat,’ he explained. it wasn’t like zion’s body needed another match at the moment given his current physical condition but the gym needed the money. the only reason he bothered to show up to the ball in the first place was to check up on some of the ladies that came to the gym and maybe bother cade. ‘at least i wore all black. that’s classy shit ain’t it?’
ZION — A LEWK.
SWEATS BY : can you please be a grown man and not wear your fight clothes to a ball? SHOES BY : NIKE. ATTITUDE BY : he’s an aries.
if you could suck your own dick.. would you?
Why would I do that? Help me out. In more way than one.
how many people have you slept with?
Unless you’re actively trying to add to it you don’t get that number. Roll again.
who are your fave people at mulberry? least favourite?
Da broski, Cade. He aight. Sami’s aight too, for personal reasons. Gala would be aight if she wasn’t a whole ass thief. I like to think I fuck wit everybody until they give me a reason not to.
if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
The fuck is the point? Who gon’ check me? I’ll rock every dude here like a Stones concert.
knock me the fuck out with that dick
Assault with a deadly weapon? In this economy?