HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH TO ALL MY FELLOW BLACK SAPPHICS 🫶🏾🤎🖤

anyways dia de los muertos is coming around soon so this is ur reminder that

1. dia de los muertos is not mexican halloween and i will punch you if you call it that

2. dia de los muertos is a very serious holiday and you should not make fun of it

3. dia de los muertos is a very cool holiday and you should appreciate it (a lot of latinos or hispanics would love to talk about it, so ask one of your latino/hispanic friends or ask google!)

4. you should make sure to respect latinos and hispanics during dia de los muertos (october 31-november 2), especially if they're celebrating it

thanks

reblogging is very much appreciated, especially from non-latino/hispanic people

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

Chapter Two: why not me?

warning(s): contains flashbacks of past traumatic events

pairing(s): sam wilson x jaslyn wilson (oc)

natasha romanoff x jaslyn wilson (oc)

a/n: this chapter is just a short flashback and stuff. next chapter is about her time in hydra & meeting the winter soldier. don't worry, we'll get to natasha x jaslyn soon. i'm just tryna have a build-up for her. should their ship name be jastasha? idk

have mercy masterlist chapter one

"Something is off. We should head back for now." Riley speaks into the comms. Something bad is about to happen. He could feel it in his gut as he soared through the sky alongside the two Wilson's.

"Copy that." Sam responds.

The trio turns around and make their way back to base. The plan was that once they make it back, they'd get in touch with the higher-ups and wait for the next instruction.

The sound of a faint whistle meets Jaslyn's ears but she doesn't pay any mind to it.

Big mistake.

Suddenly, Riley's left wing is hit, causing him to lose control and fall through the air.

"No! Riley!"

"Sam! Get help!" Jaslyn yells to her brother. Adrenaline coursing through her blood, Jaslyn shoots down behind a falling Riley. She gains speed and reaches her hands out in hopes of catching him before he meets the ground.

Unfortunately, Riley lands first. "No. Please, no," she pleads.

She didn't make it.

"Don't do this to me, Riles," she whimpers. The sound of her cries reach deaf ears as she cradles his lifeless body. She hears the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

Before Jaslyn can speak another word everything around her goes dark.

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It's been five days since the passing of his friend, Riley. And today was the day of the funeral. Sam and many others were seated in the congregation, and Jaslyn was nowhere to be found. Or anywhere for that matter. Sam doesn't know where she is. By the time he came back with the medical team and his other men, all that was left was Riley's body. No Jaslyn in range. At first, Sam assumed that she was heading back to base. But if that were the case, he would've seen her fly past him since they take the same path.

After Riley's body was taken back by airlift, the commander had another group finish the mission while the rest of them packed up to head home. It was supposed to be a simple mission. The three of them were to scan the area in search for any signs of their targets. Then head back and report what they'd seen. Both Sam and Jaslyn hadn't spotted anything unusual, but the air had felt sort of uneasy.

He waited precisely forty-eight hours before reporting Jaslyn's disappearance to the police. It would've been earlier, but Sarah had told him to stay in case she'd showed up. "You have to wait for at least twenty-four before filing a missing person report," Sarah reminded him three days earlier. "Maybe she needed time to deal with the grief on her own. You know how distant she can be when it comes to situations like this." Sarah had a point. After the death of their parents, Jaslyn had disappeared for a few weeks before returning. With that, Sam's distress slightly lessened for the time being.

There was a tiny detail that they seemed to have forgotten. Jaslyn Wilson would always leave them a note or a call to tell them she was safe. No matter what.

… ive returned to this phase

When did you last fuck?

Anxiety fucks me everyday.

the way im just avoiding the fics ive started on here & wattpad is ridiculous... i haven't updated shit for the past like month or so

Just wanted to post something that's been bugging me but. Where the fuck are the Black History Month posts?

Valentine's Day got to trend and flood my dash, and that's just a day.

Aromantic Week got to trend and flood my dash, and that's just a week.

But this entire month I've only heard Black History Month in passing. I've only really seen other black people on this site in passing.

And before you say "oh check the tag!" Buddy I shouldn't have to. You don't have to "check the tag" on Pride Month. You don't have to "check the tag" on Valentine's Day. What makes Black History Month different?

I don't know if anyone is even going to see this but. Jfc I feel like the only black person here sometimes.

The Stars Write Back

"Love of my life, don't leave me."

— love of my life • queen

pairing: sam wilson x starr viriano (black!oc)

genre: angst

word count: 264

His eyes glossed over with silver tears. Pouring rain seeped against his damp skin and dripped down onto his neck. It was a warm summer night, but Sam had never felt so cold.

It wrapped around his bones and froze his blood into slush in his veins. The absence of someone was more frozen than any weather change. 

He could still see her eyes in his mind—as navy as the starry sky and as devastatingly beautiful as his cracking heart. 

Her last words had been an “I love you.” Spoken through him instead of to him, but he’d taken them for himself anyway. 

A sob tore through his lips at the loneliness of the loss; the sheer tragedy of having a part of himself fade away before he could indeed find the words to express how deeply she could thread herself into his reality. 

Because to anyone else, she was a simple collection of words—a spill of black ink, a vessel to a writer’s fingertips, one last page left turned. But to Sam, at that moment, she was everything.

She was Sam's warmth—the temporary tape to his broken smiles and the laughter filling his sagging lungs. She was the hand that reached into the hole around him, pulling him out quickly without thinking of herself. 

She’d saved Sam from himself and his empty, chaotic mind. And yet, here he was, standing in the rain alone with nothing but a silver chain in his grasp. Because, in the end, he had to love her all alone.

And that was the coldest truth of it all.

knowing that she's either going to be my wife or the biggest wlw soul crushing (but needed) canon event