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The Breakfast Club Remix- "Don't You Forget About Me"
An 80's ❤️-story
John Bender is known as a criminal at Shermer High School. His rough exterior and rebellious nature make it easy for people to label him as
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Tagging the lovely @racco0ntales who made me feel 16 again with her animal taxonomy brilliance 🦝❤️!!!
🕯️ October Scary Stories Feature: One More Night (2017)
by BLKGURLSMUSE
“Cold fingers, like icy claws, wrapped themselves around my ankle…” She didn’t scream. She survived.
Before the cabin horror genre got trendy, before the snowstorms and shotgun rescues became fanfic currency, One More Night set the blueprint. Written in 2017, this Appalachian-set emotional thriller blends grief, memory, and quiet dread into a story that doesn’t just scare—it lingers.
Michonne isn’t a trope. She’s a woman reclaiming her space, her silence, and her survival. And Rick? He’s not just searching—he’s unraveling.
If you’ve seen echoes of this story lately, that’s no accident. The timestamp speaks for itself.
After the tragic death of her husband Daryl Dixon, Michonne Dixon returns to her small town to start anew...I decided to take our favorite c
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🖤 Ode to the Awkward Black Girl 🖤
We’re out here. Alt, weird, creative, and legacy-rooted. Not chasing clout. Not courting chaos. We build archives. We timestamp joy. We curate sanctuaries where weird Black girls don’t just exist—we resonate.
We wear bomber jackets and silk bonnets. We quote Judy Hoffs and channel Darlene Merriman in every side-eye and soft smirk. We’re the ones remixers trace but never match. We’re the blueprint they forgot to credit.
We’re not for everyone—and that’s the point. Sincerely yours, The Unhinged Gen-X Lady 🕯️ Remix-proof. Audit-proof. Emotionally literate. Always.
🖤 BLACK HISTORY MONTH 🖤 ❤️💚
Imagine waking up in a world without Black people. 🛑
No elevators. 🪜
No traffic lights. 🚦
No air conditioning. 🌬️
No pens, no mops, no shoes, no refrigeration. 🖊️
No rhythm. 🎶
No resistance. 🔥
No renaissance. 👑
The blueprint is in our bones. The infrastructure is ours. The culture is ours. The survival is ours.
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From Garrett Morgan’s traffic signals to Sarah Boone’s ironing board, from Lewis Latimer’s electric lamp to Jan Matzeliger’s shoe-lasting machine—Black brilliance built the mundane magic of modern life.
So when they say “slavery,” we say invention. When they say “violence,” we say vision. When they say “welfare,” we say world-building.
Black history isn’t a sidebar. It’s the source code.
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📌 Save this. Archive this. Reblog this.
📚 Cite Cheikh Anta Diop. Quote Volney. Read the receipts.
🕯️ Honor the ancestors. Protect the legacy. Schedule the revolution.
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💅🏾 Drucilla Winters & the Fight for Representation
“Drucilla didn’t just fall off a cliff — she was pushed off the edge of representation. And I’m still mad about it.”
Let’s be clear: Drucilla Winters wasn’t just some soap character. She was the moment. A Black woman who clawed her way from troubled teen to matriarch, model, and executive — all while serving face, fashion, and fire in Genoa City. She earned her place in daytime history. And then they threw her off a cliff like she was an extra in a telenovela.
No body. No closure. Just vibes and disrespect.
Meanwhile, Neil Winters got a multi‑episode tribute when Kristoff St. John passed — and he deserved it. But it’s telling, isn’t it? Black men in daytime get legacy arcs. Black women get sudden exits and silence. Drucilla’s disappearance wasn’t just bad writing — it was a metaphor.
Lily Winters’ whole storyline — from paternity drama to prison to cancer — is a masterclass in how Black women are written to suffer, not to thrive. And Devon Hamilton’s glow‑up from foster kid to mogul? That’s what happens when you give a character space to evolve.
Drucilla’s fall is why I stopped watching. It was messy. It was loud. It was symbolic. And it reminded me that Black women’s progress in media is always conditional.
So yes, my Black History posts include Drucilla Winters. Because she earned her place. Because she was iconic. And because her fall was not just literal — it was a warning.
They Belong To Me (Original Story) - The Men Who Waited - Wattpad
