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YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Love Begins

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Im going to need these spam pages to stop trying to follow me; you will get blocked or reported 👏🏽👏🏽
Here are some cute outfits that I think some of you will like! Here is the link;
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Question: What's another way to transfer music from your computer to your iPod without Itunes?? I have been trying to use Itunes, but half of my songs weren't on there. 😩😵
https://tinyurl.com/y2zxaxo4
Surreal Estate
So I just caught up of the latest episode of the show and I was happy when Luke finally got the chance to speak to his mom. But when that heifer said that she wanted a girl and ended up with a boy and said that he had disappointed her, she would've gotten punched in the face. The fact that Luke thought that it was going to be a sweet reunion, but it was the opposite was sad. Just move on Luke; she is not worth it.
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Only on Hawaii 5-0 would the kidnappers have "I wanna sex you up" as their ringtone 😂😂.
Smackdown
So I'm catching up on everything that I missed during the week and watched Smackdown; I know that they do storylines with each Superstar and Diva, but there is no way in HELL they would pour dog food on me! I don't care how good they think it looks for tv or the feud, no ma'am or sir lol. And I felt bad for Roman, hopefully he gets Baron and Dolph back for that 😬
Really??
So I waited until Friday to see Kofi vs. Brock.... And they made Kofi look so damn weak!! Just crazy! 😠
Supernatural
Only Dean Winchester would try to see if he can sleep with Daphne from Scooby Doo 😂😂. But Vilma wanted Sam and I don't blame her 😚.
The Cleveland Show
I really feel like they really didn't try to do this show any justice. Wish they could bring it back. Don't know about anybody else, but I liked it.
Raw Last Night
So I know I am late, but can we talk about how Roman had slid out the ring like he has been a stripper in his past life? 😂😂 Don't pay me any mind lol
DBZ Super
Tonight's episode of DBZ Super had me dieing!!! Android 17 did not come to play 😂😂
Goku: 17, why did you have to do that?
17: They had left themselves wide open. Is there a problem?
Goku: So were you just not paying attention or what? They were getting ready to transform and then you had to ruin it.
17: Yeah, so?
In other words, he came to fight not hear them heifers sing or look like they are one of the Sailor Scouts 😂😂.
Blessed
Happy Birthday to me! Blessed to see another year!!! Now hopefully I can get started on my stories lol
Cinderella AU - (½)
for @tcherik-imagines and any other killchalla fans.
(also sorry for the awful moodboard…)
“And make sure there are no crumbs on the floor!”
M'Baku yells at T'Challa and W'Kabi sneers.
“But…you have not eaten today. There are no crumbs regardless.”
T'Challa’s brothers do not take lightly to his smart remark and M'Baku throws a cake on the floor, they both laugh at how shocked T'Challa looks.
“Clean it up! We have our ibhola to enjoy and when we get back, I expect this place to be spotless.”
The youngest of them all looks up with eager eyes and bites his lip.
“Surely, I can go too? I-I can make a suit in no time, I’ll-I’ll even…”
He tries to think of something but his brothers already make him do everything for him. His mind draws no answer and he sighs weakly.
“The ibhola is not for peasants like you. We will find ourselves a prince, maybe N'Jad-”
“Don’t!” W'Kabi interrupts. “The prince does not like to be called by his birth name, you must address him by ‘Erik’.”
M'Baku grunts and walks away, W'Kabi quickly follows. T'Challa begins to cry and soon his tears become wild, he buries his head between his folded legs and sits against the wall.
“It’s not fair!”
T'Challa sneezes from the dust on his clothes and sniffles, he wipes his face and nose with a now snotty palm. But suddenly something takes his attention away from the disgusting formation on his palm.
“T'Challa…come outside,” a voice calls.
T'Challa walks outside and sees Zuri, his life mentor who talks him through the toughest times.
“T'Challa, stop your tears. You will go to the ibhola tonight. Bring me a pumpkin and a rat.”
The young Wakandan’s eyebrow erects but he does so and watches in awe as it becomes a grand coach and the rat becomes a coachman. The magic around him turns the sky purple and everything turns white as a flash changes his raggedy garments into a fresh white suit. T'Challa wants to cry at how good he looks, there’s no dust on his face, no creases in his clothes, he looks so handsome.
“The magic will wear off by eleven, so ensure you are here by then. Have a great time,” Zuri smiles.
“I will, thank you so much Zuri.”
Zuri disappears as T'Challa steps in his new coach.
*
T'Challa looks lost in the grand building but begins to smile. Nobody seems to know who he is and it’s much better that way. But he’s too shy to ask anybody to dance with him, so he leans against the white baluster. With a heavy sigh, he smiles at the reality of his dream, how good he feels about himself is much better than how his brothers make him feel about himself.
“Mind if I join you?”
The smooth voice opens T'Challa’s eyes and he turns swiftly to look at the owner. His attire is stunning, a silky blue coat laced with white and gold, he looks like…a prince.
“Not at all.”
T'Challa tries to sound uninterested – in his mind, this man looks iconic, breathtaking, even beautiful. But he dresses like royalty and T'Challa’s the furthest thing from that.
“You’re Prince N'J-Erik. What are you doing up here, I’m sure someone’s waiting for you downstairs.”
His hesitation and slight mess up heat his cheeks but Erik smiles and chuckles. He stands next to T'Challa and admires his sight, losing himself to the large brown eyes.
“I am. And there probably is. But I get tired of everybody changing their tune for me.”
T'Challa’s understands. All the time, someone would knock on their door sounding pleasant and change their attitude once they saw it wasn’t M'Baku or W'Kabi but instead him. It hurts.
“That outfit looks amazing, if I may. Can I?”
“You may,” Erik grins, he knows what T'Challa is asking for without being told.
T'Challa nods and caresses the material of the prince’s coat. It feels like he’s running his hand through water, and Erik notices the facial expressions on T'Challa’s face. The open smile that blends happiness with awe, it’s unique.
“I’m sure you’ve seen something like this, considering you’re here. You act as if this is the first time feeling this material, like some pauper,” Erik laughs and T'Challa laughs nervously. “I must say, your act is intriguing. The more I look at you, the more I want to know.”
“I do not have an act, it’s simply how you feel is how I feel. I want to know more.”
“Really? You hesitated to say my name…”
His breaths become shallow and he slowly walks towards T'Challa.
“I did not wish to offend you,” T'Challa responds.
“So, you want to say my name? Say it.”
Erik puts a hand on T'Challa’s cheek and the other hand on T'Challa’s waist.
“You act very fast for a man who does not know my name.”
“Tell me…what is your name?”
“It’s not important…”
He kisses Erik and feels himself being pulled into Erik’s embrace.
“Well, ‘not important’, what’s my name?”
Now he’s kissing T'Challa, caressing his cheeks with his own lips.
“N'Jadaka.”
They begin to push harder, moving to a wall and both lose their breath from being connected to the other man. But as T'Challa’s eyes open, he sees the clock and panics. He tries to break away from the kiss but Erik is confused and tries to comfort him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I-I have to go!”
He pulls away and Erik tries to hold his hand but fails, he simply gets one more touch that drags his fingers across T'Challa’s. T'Challa runs as fast as he can but doesn’t realize he has left something behind. The ring that drops when Erik touches him for the last time. Erik crouches down and examines it, with grand curiosity.
“Who is he?”
ibhola - ball in Xhosa
Can't wait for the next chapter!!! 😊