anyway i still exist but i’m busy sorting my own shit and getting dick off my roommate so thats life anyway. hope you fucks are okay but specially @eyauntie cause listen u need to know i got that dick.
yeah. i’m not coming back for a while.
THe times may have changed but the people are still the same. we're still looking for love, and that will always be our struggle as human beaings.
a roleplay blog for nakia, a character from black panther ( 2018 )
independent / low activity / private / mutuals only
written by peppermint. 24. gmt.
it's time for you to move, realising that the thing you are seeking is also seeking you.
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anyway i still exist but i’m busy sorting my own shit and getting dick off my roommate so thats life anyway. hope you fucks are okay but specially @eyauntie cause listen u need to know i got that dick.

on this chart of brown i would be a mud oak, aight anon? IS THIS WHAT U WANT?????
ight so sorta update to my last thing, sorta an explanation that i ain’t gonna be around a little while longer.
so after my last post abt windrush and shit, my papi has been in a rough time and we’re all focused on getting that paperwork sorted and that shit. now all the government folk be saying that they gonna let them all stay and not be discriminated against, but they lost the papers so i ain’t trusting that. so we’re in a situation of trying to find out what papers exist, how we make sure he has everything filled in and how we fight him losing access to the NHS in this midst of this. i ain’t gonna be around while i get some of this shit sorted ‘cause i’m the one dealing with the legal stuff on they behalf.
luckily, my family all have good jobs and good money and we in a situation where we can pay the legal fees, so we lucky.
but please, if you can, donate to this fundraiser here which is to pay the legal fees of people affected by this. you can reblog if u want. <3
I KNOW WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY, but i need you all to educate yourselves on something that is going on at the moment.
if you’re in the uk, i am sure you have heard of what is called the WINDRUSH GENERATION, but for those abroad essentially it is this: a group of people from the british commonwealth who moved here legally have had their records lost / destroyed (to be determined) and a number of those people have been detained / not been able to be let back into the country after being abroad. there are threats of deportation flying, a man has his access to vital medicine on the NHS removed. like i said, these people are people who moved here when free immigration was legal, prior to 1971, and a lot of them LEGALLY on their parent’s passports (as was the system here) meaning a lot of them have no papers in their name. primarily, the people are black caribbean.
here’s the scary part, and why i am posting, my family are a part of this generation. my papi has lived her since he was 7 months old. while my mammy is jamaican born and bred, my papi never lived in his homeland, and he could lose his right to work, his right to the NHS, his right to live here, all because the home office lost papers, and his were in his parents name. now, yes, there have been A LOT of promises made in parliament, and i know theresa may is saying nothing will happen to these people and cases of discrimination against rightful british citizens will be negated by the government but 1) MAY HAS A TRACK RECORD OF BEING ANTI-IMMIGRATION and 2) because the government lost the only things proving when people like my papi moved here, we can’t prove they are rightful british citizens.
so what am i asking????
first, educate yourselves, please. you can read some more in depth pieces about this through these links: X, X, X, X- mentions of death in this one, VIDEO HERE.
second, if you are in the UK, please please please please LOBBY YOUR MP’S. you have a voice, we have a voice. send letters, call them, email them, tweet them, facebook them. create a stir. we are the people and we will not stand for some britons being treated better than others.
third, if you are not from the UK —– share our voices. seek us out, we are speaking, use your power to make us louder.
forth, PLEASE, if you read nothing else i link, read this. please, i beg you. listen to the stories of people like my father. listen to the windrush generation. hear their voices.
i know tumblr is america centric and i get it, honestly, i do. but i am british-carribean before i am here for any of you and i am begging you, don’t let us be silenced.
just a tiny add on that if you’re in the uk and you don’t know your MP / how to get in contact with them this site will tell you and give you their email. there’s other ways to contact them listed on the .gov site!
(Source: wcrdogs)
I want you to know that every person reblogging my post is warming my heart right now. i cannot tell you how alone and abandoned my papi has felt, and how fearful that his rights to work would be taken away, and i am going to be able to show him that people care and i am just???? honestly, thank you. so much.
I KNOW WHAT I SAID YESTERDAY, but i need you all to educate yourselves on something that is going on at the moment.
if you’re in the uk, i am sure you have heard of what is called the WINDRUSH GENERATION, but for those abroad essentially it is this: a group of people from the british commonwealth who moved here legally have had their records lost / destroyed (to be determined) and a number of those people have been detained / not been able to be let back into the country after being abroad. there are threats of deportation flying, a man has his access to vital medicine on the NHS removed. like i said, these people are people who moved here when free immigration was legal, prior to 1971, and a lot of them LEGALLY on their parent’s passports (as was the system here) meaning a lot of them have no papers in their name. primarily, the people are black caribbean.
here’s the scary part, and why i am posting, my family are a part of this generation. my papi has lived her since he was 7 months old. while my mammy is jamaican born and bred, my papi never lived in his homeland, and he could lose his right to work, his right to the NHS, his right to live here, all because the home office lost papers, and his were in his parents name. now, yes, there have been A LOT of promises made in parliament, and i know theresa may is saying nothing will happen to these people and cases of discrimination against rightful british citizens will be negated by the government but 1) MAY HAS A TRACK RECORD OF BEING ANTI-IMMIGRATION and 2) because the government lost the only things proving when people like my papi moved here, we can’t prove they are rightful british citizens.
so what am i asking????
first, educate yourselves, please. you can read some more in depth pieces about this through these links: X, X, X, X- mentions of death in this one, VIDEO HERE.
second, if you are in the UK, please please please please LOBBY YOUR MP’S. you have a voice, we have a voice. send letters, call them, email them, tweet them, facebook them. create a stir. we are the people and we will not stand for some britons being treated better than others.
third, if you are not from the UK —– share our voices. seek us out, we are speaking, use your power to make us louder.
forth, PLEASE, if you read nothing else i link, read this. please, i beg you. listen to the stories of people like my father. listen to the windrush generation. hear their voices.
i know tumblr is america centric and i get it, honestly, i do. but i am british-carribean before i am here for any of you and i am begging you, don’t let us be silenced.
alright i am logging off after my last two posts but friendly reminder that reylo is shit and you all are nazi sympathising cunts.
THIS IS NOT GOODBYE. but what this is ‘not right now’ and ‘see you soon.’ this is a promise that i am coming back. this is a promise that i am working on my strength and swallowing my anxiety and getting there. this is a reminder that you shit bitches who are still sending anons will not get away with making me feel like this. this is a promise that i will return and i will keep speaking out because my voice is important. this is a black bitch taking a moment to herself, and working on herself, and then coming back to give y’all what for. this is not goodbye. this is you better watch out when i’m back.
UPDATE. thank you to everyone who sent a nice message the other day, i really do appreciate it and i will try and answer them / speak to you soon. the problem is, for every kind message there is in my inbox now, there are five others either policing my tone, dictating how i am meant to feel, or being blatantly anti-black towards me. i am going home to see my family this weekend, and will be making a decision on being here after that.
yeah. i’m not coming back for a while.
NAME: NAKIA
OCCUPATION: WARDOG (SPY)
AFFILIATION: RIVER TRIBE / WAKANDA / KING T'CHALLA
SPECIES: HUMAN
DWELLING: EARTH ( WAKANDA )
GENDER: FEMALE
BIRTHDAY: 17TH AUGUST
HEIGHT: 165M ( 5' 5")
EYES: BROWN (SPY)
BODY TYPE: CURVY
FACESHAPE: OVAL
SCARS: ONE LONG ONE DOWN HER SPINE FROM FALLING / LITTLE MARKS AROUND ANKLES
BODY MODS: NONE
PARENTS: UNNAMED
BROTHER: UNNAMED ( OLDER )
LOVE INTEREST: KING T'CHALLA ( main verses )
MORAL ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC GOOD
MBTI: COMING SOON.
STAR SIGN: LEO
more coming soon.
LANGUAGES: WAKANDAN / ENGLISH / KOREAN / FRENCH / SPANISH / OTHERS LESS FLUENTLY
SPY: considered an expert level spy
MARTIAL ARTS: traditionally labelled a black belt
Intelligence: basic understanding of all wakandan tech
POLITICAL: expert diplomat
she would run through rivers, feet bared, lips ever a grin as she trailed in the footsteps of her brother as they moved onwards into a coming future. her father called her the starlight, while her mother made her promise she would serve her home. and she wore all their hopes on her shoulders and learnt to stand under their weight.
she met a boy who was a prince and kissed his eyelashes closed, but the crown wouldn't be enough if she was not worthy of wearing it. instead, she found her own way to save a world, by letting herself join it. war dog, they called her, and she wore the mantle with soft delight and war between her teeth. gritted and ready, she struggled with shielding themselves when they could help.
and when he came home, and brought her too, she knew she had a chance. she could change the world if only she could whisper loud enough to break through the forces. and she fought, and she fought, and she fought for her home, in the hope it would fight for her too.
he comes for her and speaks that his life has changed, and though she knew it was coming, she mourns what she had. a king is made, and another challenges, their world on the edge of what they are and what they could be. she is still a girl with rivers in her blood, but now she must keep looking outward and knowing what they can be. her heart beats a steady drum, leads her in the right direction, and she is determined -- now more than ever.
feet splash through rivers, laughter peeling from lips as she runs free and chases her brother. they name her nakia when she opens her eyes and whisper that bast has smiled on her when she sleeps. she grows up good and slow, stretched out in the long days of summer and blessed to know her future is bright. she is their pride, smart and driven, beautiful and strong.
she finds her calling quickly. lip is tattoed and she takes herself out of her home and innto the world, eyes on the prize, ever fleible, ever strong. she sees the world, sees how they need her home, and seeks to do good by those she meets. her own agenda now clear, to pull her home out into this place and watch it do the good she knows it may. war dog, they call her, and she blesses the name.
the future comes and it comes for them hard, now relationships are opened and she a driving force within them. she has always known her path, and wondered if her home would follow, and now she must make it so. she seeks to show what they can offer, to bridge gaps and show where they will stand in this new world. her hope is on the horizon, and she knows she needs this to work.
the king is dead, and hope has failed them. the wishes of the queen mother ring in her mind and she knows what she must do. liquid in her mouth and then it is she who must fight, who must use the bast given strength that is offered and become more than herself. the night is long and full of terrors, and she emerges stronger than she had thought possible, and she knows now what it means to have a nation on her shoulders.
coming soon --- infinity war verse.