Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

The Reflecting Pool is filled with algae.

Mount Rushmore sent sodding 1" hailstones when he gave a speech there yesterday.

✗ warnings: 18+, mdni, pinv, threesome (mmf), oral (f!receiving- m!receiving), slight use of n-word (blk reader only! ), overstimulation, teasing!kink, mock praise, cocky!twins, mentions of infidelity, rope bunny!kink, munch!twins, rough sex implied.

you really weren’t supposed to go home with anyone.

but your quote “smart ass mouth” got you in trouble yet again. “i got a boyfriend” “then why yo nails not done” the quieter one asked. (you know whattt)

“i didn’t want my nails done” you told shrugging causing them both to exchange an look “well lemme pay to have ‘em done” stack spoke with a smirk as twin kissed your hand.

you shook your head “nah, thank you though”, the eldest one sighed “well how ‘bout you come back with us then?” to which his brother nodded “did y’all not hear me say i got a nigga?”.

“we heard you mama—we just don’t give a damn” they both laughed.

“trust me, that nigga ain’ even got your nails done. what he won’t do we will” told stack as smoke nodded in agreement “for somebody else, y’all not fixin’ to try and take me from my nigga, no” you shook your head again looking between them both.

“ain’ nobody tryin’ to do shit, we done already took you from that nigga” “no you didn’t i-“ smoke chimed in “you still entertainin’ us” you scoffed “im bein’ nice, talkin’ to y’all” which was a huge lie.

“ain’t nobody flirting with y’all thirsty asses, y’all ain’t even my type” another lie.

you didn’t have to be a genius to notice that you wounded their egos. you just had to feel the way they were currently fucking you.

the eldest was between your legs eating you like it was his last meal while his brother face-fucked you. he’d shudder and pull out of your mouth trying his hardest to not come. “i thought you said we ain’ yo type?” he asked between kisses. “hmphm” you huffed pressing stack’s lips against yours and reaching down to push smoke’s away from your dripping cunt.

“stack” he nodded over toward the pile of clothes on the marble floor of his house. stack returned with a leather belt, grabbing both your hands in one of his and tying the belt around your wrist. “don’t interrupt me while im eatin’— yeah?” you felt a pang of nervous anticipation and excitement, you’d never been tied up before.

shortly after; smoke’s wandering tongue found it’s way to your gushy pussy again. you’d squirm and buck your hips trying to push him away “im finna come, wait” you’d tell which only caused him to tag stack in.

stack propped you up on all fours with your hands still tied. smoke was now the one face-fucking you while stack pounded into you. quick, rough, remorseless.

“say please mama..” stack started “say ‘can i please come daddy’?” it was his way of taunting you. you couldn’t talk with smoke’s dick down your throat. when you tried? — elijah’s hips bucked wildly as he shot his load in your mouth. stack finally finished with one last thrust and groan.

you can be oppressed, and still promote and maintain the very same systems of oppression onto other marginalized people. being oppressed in one dimension doesn't allow you to be exempt from oppressing in other dimensions. the "villain" of the movie, remmick, being from the time period of the english colonization of ireland, all the while wanting to take a piece of sammie's own culture from him, use him for it. and this plot point coming after remmick witnesses the significance of sammie's playing within his culture, for his ancestors and how it would shape Black culture in the future.

even in today's society, ive noticed that people treat Black people like a commodity. our worth is only as much as other people decide it to be, and that's usually dependent on how much the oppressor can take from us. for example, the controversy of"internet slang" and how it is blatantly just AAVE with a bad disguise on

do you listen to Black musicians? do you watch Black movies? do you engage with Black creators? do you defend the racist tendencies you notice in your friends, in your family, or do you stay silent? do you listen when Black people tell you you've said or done something racist? do you actually care about not being racist, or do you just not want to look like you're racist?

i just think people have a very specific take on what racism is, and that if they're not committing KKK-levels of violence on people, then they're not racist. or if you've experienced oppression in one form, you cannot possibly be engaging with oppression in another form. but the ways in which we interact with other people and the world will always be through the lens of race, because that is simply what it means for oppression to be systemic, especially in the US and our current political climate