XXIX

Autumn Dupont

My eyes glanced over my iPhone as the clock struck just past nine fifteen AM and I huffed at the seemingly endless mess surrounding me. I somehow fooled myself into believing that opening up a shitload of boxes on a hunt for fall and winter wear that I barely have would be fairly easy and now I’m sitting around surrounded by piles of garment bags that I refuse to carry upstairs and even more to pack away yet again. I’d been considering putting all of this in storage because my bedroom closet doesn’t even half a quarter of the space that I need for most of this but the storage process would have worsened my struggle. Instead, I’ve slightly taken over my father’s basement man cave with his blessing of course, and I find myself down here searching for one or more items every other day. Spending damn near five years of my life in Miami left me with no need to buy what North Eastern residents consider to be real fall attire and now I have to spend a good amount of money to keep myself warm and out of doctors offices this winter. For the two years I’ve been back home, my mother chose to do most of my shopping. I couldn’t care less about what I had on for as long as I had a coat to go on my back, but now I need a bit of a variety that suits my own taste but with moderation. There will be Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Dior, Balmain, Saint Laurent, Dolce & Gabbana, or Balenciaga visits. I certainly cannot afford to splurge on it. It’ll be more of the likes of H&M, Forever 21, and a few reasonable online stores I’ve take a liking to. Maybe I’ll buy myself one item on the higher end of fashion as a birthday present to myself. There’s a pair of Casadei boots that I daydream about daily.

“You’re going to come up for breakfast right? I decided to go a bit southern today with fried fish and cheese grits. We have eggs and your favorite biscuits. Lauren’s bringing an ambrosia salad.” I didn’t bother turning around at the sound of her voice as she slowly made her way down the stairs. Instead I was trying to figure out why I pretended to like the limited edition Hermes “Kelly” bag Andreas gifted to me days after our fourth wedding anniversary. In all honesty, I think I was far more excited about him actually putting forth the effort to buy me something than I was about the bag. Now that I’m staring at it, the bag is more of my mother’s taste than my own. His forty thousand dollars sat on display in the closet from the time I received it.

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11.

MILAN

“So when was I going to know about this? Neither one of yall said shit. I had to find out on Instagram. Fuck is up with that?” Both Milan and Mitch didn’t say anything. Rodney found out about them and Milan knew Rodney was upset.

“It just happened. Rodney, I’m grown now. I can date who I want.”

“She’s right, Rodney.” India said agreeing. “Plus if anything you should want her to be with someone you can trust.” Rodney was still upset, suddenly Milan didn’t care anymore.

“No disrespect, Rod, but you need to let Mimi go. She’s grown and I care about her. You already know she’ll be good with me, what are you worried about?“

“Man, whatever. Do what y'all want to do.” Rodney got up from the table and left out if the room.

Milan felt it was only right for her to go and talk to him. Rodney always felt the need to protect her. She was the baby, he didn’t want her getting hurt and Milan knew that. Milan was grateful to have a brother like him, but she was ready for him to let her go. She was ready to do what she wanted without his approval and today would be the day it stopped.

“Rodney, I know you’re upset, but I really want this.”

“Mitch, though? He’s like family.”

“I know, but I like him. I really like him a lot. I know Mitch on a different level and I just want you to know that this just happened. I spend a lot of time with him and we really vibe. He really cares about me and I know he would never hurt me.”

“Alright. Whatever makes you happy. I just didn’t want you with a nigga like me. Meaning a nigga that live this lifestyle, it’s a lot. I know Mitch won’t purposely do shit to you, though.” Milan gave Rodney a hug. She knew he meant well, but he had to let her do her own thing.

“You know I have to make sure my little sis is good.”

“I know and I appreciate it.” Rodney was the only male figure that was like a father. She never had the chance to actually meet her, so she looked up to Rodney. So for Rodney to love and protect her like a father would, she appreciated that. She wouldn’t trade their bond for the world.

— “ You don’t think we’re moving too fast?”

“No.” Mitch said shaking his head.

Milan was starting to feel like this relationship was moving a little fast. She wanted things to go slow and steady. Mitch had her looking for a house, and honestly, this was a lot. She knew this house they were looking at was for the both of them. She just didn’t want him to make the same mistake he made with Tierra. Even though she would never do him the way Tierra did, whose to say this relationship would last.

Running her hand across the kitchen counter, Milan was suddenly falling in love with the house. The house was beautiful, but were they really ready for this? Mitch had to find a new house anyway, but Milan was okay with being at home. Yes, she wanted to move out, but this was too soon.

“What are you thinking about?”

“A lot. You don’t think this is-“

“No, Milan. Stop that shit. If I thought this shit was a lot, I wouldn’t even be with you right now.”

“Okay.“ Milan shut up. She just didn’t want their relationship to fail before it could really start.

Still admiring the house, Milan overheard Mitch and the realtor talking. Mitch was about to drop a lot of money on this house and she was feeling weird about it. It was beautiful and it was something she saw herself living in. Milan also thought about how she didn’t see herself staying out here forever either. Milan was the type that wanted to travel and live elsewhere.

“You really like this?” Mitch asked her as he walked into the living room.

“I do. I think it’s beautiful.”

"But…”

“No buts, baby. I like it and plus I’m not the one spending the money either. You should get it if you really want it.”

“As long as you like, I don’t really care.” He pecked her lips and Milan felt reality kick in. This was about to be a journey. She always heard the saying “you never know somebody until you live with them.” Maybe this was a good thing and plus this could test the both of them.

** With all the money Mitch gave her, Milan decided to do a little shopping for the new house and brought Camille along with her. Mitch was doing a lot for her and she felt it was just too much, but of course, Camille’s lecturing got her out the house to spend his money.

“I can’t believe you didn’t want to shop. Hell, I can’t wait until I have a man like Mitch.”

“Camille, its a lot. He already bought this beautiful ass house and now he’s just throwing cash at my way.”

“He’s your man now. Which you still didn’t tell me if it was official, but I already picked up on that after you brung the house up. That man is willing to let you make your own money and let you spend his without complaining. He’s a keeper and plus you better spend this fast money, it doesn’t last forever. Good thing he invested most of it anyway.” Camille made a point, but Milan still didn’t want to spend all his money.

Running her hands through her hair, Milan was caught off guard. This girl kept staring at her and she confused on why. The girl was with someone and they both kept smiling at Milan and it was actually weird. Milan wasn’t sure if the girls knew her, but the starring was becoming super annoying.

“Hey, you’re name is Milan, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh girl, your paintings are lit. My girl showed me your work yesterday. You got talent, ma.” Milan smiled. She was happy that someone actually noticed her.

“Thanks, I try to do the best I can.”

“Girl they are dope. I’m Jess, or everybody in my hood calls me Poca. Short for Pocahontas.” Milan looked at the girl and she could tell why they would call her that.

“You are?” The girl asked looking at Camille.

“Camille. Her best friend.”

Poca was beautiful. She stood at about 5”8, and her brown skin was gorgeous. It had a red hue and her skin looked so smooth. Her hair was at least thirty inches long and from the looks of it, it looked very real. The way she dressed was similar to other girls. Fashion nova outfit, Moncler coat, Chanel bag and a pair of Uggs. Her make up was bomb and she had a body to die for. This girl was perfect.

“ I hate to be all up in your business, but aren’t you Mitch’s new girl?”

“Yeah, you know him or something?”

“I do. From like back in the day. I’m glad he got rid of that Tierra hoe, she was annoying. Anyway, tell him Poca said hi. I have to go, Nice meeting the both of you, though.” She walked off with another girl. Milan found that conversation a little weird. “Oh wait. You know I’m having a birthday party. The both of you should come. Y'all seem like fun girls to be around.” She pulled her phone out. “Here, put your number in here.” Milan took the phone and gave the girl her number.

"I better see y'all there when I text the info. Bye.” she walked off again.

Camille and Milan both continued shopping. Milan thought that encounter was kind of weird, but maybe Poca was being genuine. She felt Poca just wanted her to know that she knew Mitch, but maybe Milan was just overthinking.

“That was strange. You think she know’s him for real?”

“She might. Just ask Jaylah. You know I don’t know too many people out here, I only been out here for five years.” Milan sighed. If anybody knew, Jaylah sure did. That’s exactly who she was going to ask because she knew for a fact she and Lauren knew everything and everybody.

NINETEEN

BAILEY

One pair of tights, thick socks and a thermal composed of what I had to wear underneath to bare the mountain’s brisk coldness. I put on dark jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a sweater just in case. The icing on the cake were my snow boots that made it almost impossible for me to walk on and the double layer coat, hats, scarf and gloves set. According to Adrian, I was a tad bit overdressed for the weather, but I couldn’t afford to catch a cold right before the New Year; I refused. While Adrian decided to poke fun at my expense, he believed he would be fine with a Canada Goose and some wheat Timberlands boots. As long as he had on Long Johns underneath, he proclaimed the cold didn’t faze him. The view of endless mountains took me by surprise at its natural beauty. The cable cars were taking us across and giving us the ultimate view of what tourist came out to see in weather below 20 degrees. While many of the cable cars were occupied with almost twenty people, it was just Adrian and I, giving us complete privacy – of course by Adrian’s intimidation.

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Chapter 6: Why Now?

 “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

 “What?” Kelly’s eyes roamed over to Eva, noticing once again that her eyes were locked in on the screen of her cell phone. Again, she couldn’t live without it now.

 “Tonio is on his way.” Flipping over on her stomach, Eva left the device on the charger before heading to the bathroom for a quick freshen up. His mention of her getting dressed meant something and Eva rather she be careful than caught short handed.

 Especially with Antonio.

 She and Kelly had class earlier, both having to finish Martin’s test and prepare to take notes tonight at seven o'clock when Martin plan to upload the live broadcast for the class from inside the University’s Greenhouse. It wasn’t mandatory, so neither of them had plans of doing so, but it was important nonetheless knowing their professor. Kelly had decided to go out tonight with Destiny Gains and Patrice Myles, from her psychology class along with Eva tagging along, so that’s where their time may be spent instead honestly.

 Unless Eva has new plans. Its only one o'clock now.

 “Oh, you can tell your little Prince Charming, not today, girly. You promised me this morning, you’ll come.”

 “And I will,” Eva responded, turning on the stink of their conjoined dorm suite’s bathroom. “He may not even be here that long.”

“He better not be. Because I want drinks and fun tonight. With you there.”

 Eva left Kelly hanging, pulling the hair-tie from her curls before fluffing her hair to perfection on her eyes. The gray NYU sweat shirt stayed in place over her top half while she switched to a pair of ripped light blue jeans. By the time her clothes and shoes were on with a light make-up beat to her face; Tonio was downstairs calling her phone.

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XXVII

Autumn Dupont

The medley of the roaring waves filled the spacious master suite and my eyes slowly opened to adjust to the sunlight while listening to the serene sound. Within my first line of sight were the mahogany wooden panels of the ceiling and I slightly sat up to take in all of my breathtaking surroundings. The tangled pale flat sheet on the spacious bed fell to my waist and slithers of goosebumps trickled onto my skin as my nearly bare upper frame became exposed. I’d been left alone for the additional sleep that I almost never have and yet his scent overpowered the salted fragrance of the sea to the point of nearly fooling me into believing my love was still in the room. More than just within the decorative bedding, I could smell his aroma powerfully exuding from me though the warmth of his body was absent. Thoughts of my painful night riddled me with embarrassment and suddenly I wanted to do nothing more than bury my head under the cool grey blanket and return to the deep slumber I was once in. It started with a vicious migraine that I masked on the nearly four hour flight to our Caribbean paradise, then that transitioned into a random nose bleed and nausea as I expected, and lastly a spell of sobbing on the bathroom floor that left my man riddled with confusion while desperately trying to help me. Pressure. Though I couldn’t come out with it right then and there, it was nothing more than that. Isaac was the trigger. Although we didn’t have another spat, the sight of him glaring at me as I arrived to the company to prepare for the trip effortlessly crushed my spirit and rattled my nerves immensely. He’d officially superseded the minor issues Dante and I were having just the day before and I could do nothing to get his words and that scowl of judgement out of my thoughts.

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ME AFTER GETTING DRAGGED BY RIHANNA😂😂😂😭😭😭 I AM SCREAMING

Chapter 03: The Weekend

“You should really come with me. Monday, classes are cancelled for the random security testing that the Dean is requiring. Besides my parents would love if you came. Shelly is already excited; she talked about you the whole while we were out shopping."  Eva nodded as Kelly spoke. The words going through one ear and out the other. Regardless of what her friend said Eva wouldn’t bombard them with her presence for such a personal family event. She loves Mr. and Mrs. Griffin but this wasn’t the time for "pops up”. 

Besides, this weekend Eva had plans.

She hoped for them, anyways.  “No…..you guys go and enjoy yourself. I’ll be fine here.” “Doing what? Studying for a test that’s weeks away? Sounds so exciting."  "Hey! I need this 4.0 to continue if I plan to finish at NYU. And trust me, I do."  "One weekend won’t kill it, Eva." 

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WHAT IF KANYE WEST WAS PREDICTING THE R.KELLY,USHER,ROB KARDASHIAN, AND KEVIN HART INCIDENTS IN “GOLD DIGGER”

Chill 💀😭

|Reunited|

He had been home for two months.

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Aww this is super cute!😍

@mine-fanfiction thank you ☺

Is this a short? 😭😭😭 I want more lol

XXI

Autumn Dupont

“I can’t wait for you to get here so you can try on your gown. Autumn, it’s so freaking gorgeous. The pale toned pink is perfect and you know you have that sun kissed skin with that super weird yet intriguing mystical glow to it that every woman on earth would kill for, so that’s certainly going to bring it to another level.”

My body turned to yet another angle as I did my best to get a good look at my tightly drawn back ponytail. While listening to Heather pour out her vexation, thrill, and anxiety about her wedding over the past thirty minutes, I’d been working with a curling iron, a flat iron, and my overthinking mind as I did my best to get it to the look of perfection that I envisioned. Initially, I worked loose curls into the ends to create a nice bounce to it but I wasn’t a fan of the look about five minutes later so that resulted in me flat ironing every single strand until they were straighten and cascading down my back. After having checked the weather, there was no way possible that I’d risk wearing my hair loose and allowing it to join the hundred and four degree weather in torturing my body. Supposedly, today’s a cool day and if those numbers represent what’s supposed to be cool, then I don’t want to be here when the temperature reaches absurd numbers.

“You heard me?”

“Yes, I did. First, I don’t know what glow you’re speaking of. I don’t see it and I’m looking at myself in the mirror as we speak. Second, I truly hope the dress fits my body properly and that it’s your final choice. I’m not allowing you to take me through the strain of last minute changes, Bridezilla.”

I dug both hands into my cosmetic bag to find my recent goto NARS lip gloss and nearly emptied out all of it’s contents onto the counter top. I contemplated doing somewhat of a full face of make up and the thought of looking like melted clay ceased my efforts. Instead, I applied a tinted moisturizer to my face, filled in my brows, applied just a bit of mascara for depth to my slightly sleep eyes, and now my last step is the lip gloss, if I didn’t forget the pack it. I’ve done my best to be as naked as possible without being indecent and yet I still feel like I’m overdressed for the heat that I’m about to endure. These acid washed cut off shorts are nearly short enough to be considered a pair of denim panties and the pure white crop tank top I’d chosen to wear with them left more than enough of my belly exposed and yet I could already sense how much sweat I’d be covered in within minutes. I just about clicked my heels when I noticed that there was an indoor pool and that’s where I planned to spend at least a nice portion of my day but one phone call tossed that out of the window.

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All of you out there supporting planned parenthood should really remember what the woman who founded them said…. just saying. Do not stand with PP

Oh wow, you guys are still trying desperately trying to paint Sanger as a racist huh? Okay, if you’re gonna flat out lie like this you can at least try not to be lazy about it.

You’ve given no context to this quote and conveniently left of the first half of it. The sentence in it’s entirety is “ “We do not want word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population.” I know you manipulated it that way because you wanted to make Sanger seem as evil as possible, and also because literally the only thing pro lifers know how to do is lie, but admittedly the full sentence by itself looks damning enough. I think you know this, which is why you provided no context. If you had, your entire argument would have fallen apart. Here are Sangers words with context;

“It seems to me from my experience where I have been in North Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee and Texas, that while the colored Negroes have great respect for white doctors they can get closer to their own members and more or less lay their cards on the table which means their ignorance, superstitions and doubts. They do not do this with the white people and if we can train the Negro doctor at the Clinic he can go among them with enthusiasm and with knowledge, which, I believe, will have far-reaching results among the colored people. His work in my opinion should be entirely with the Negro profession and the nurses, hospital, social workers, as well as the County’s white doctors. His success will depend upon his personality and his training by us.

The minister’s work is also important and also he should be trained, perhaps by the Federation as to our ideals and the goal that we hope to reach. We do not want word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members.”

The article I linked goes into better detail about Sanger, the so called “Negro project”, and the lies spread about her by the pro life movement. I encourage you to read it the next time you feel like spreading lazy, manipulative propaganda bullshit like this.

TL;DR: The full quote states that Planned Parenthood wanted to hire Black doctors in order to make their Black patients feel safer and respected. It also states that Planned Parenthood wanted to work with Black ministers, and encourage the ministers to tell others that Planned Parenthood was a safe clinic for Black patients.

In other words, she didn’t want this exact lie to start circulating

Reblogging not just to spread this out there but so that I have it on hand the next time someone tries to feed me this crap, I can provide them the facts.

“I really would like to take this moment to congratulate Venus. She’s an amazing person. There’s no way I would be at 23 without her, there’s no way I’d be at 1 without her. There’s no way I’d have anything without her, she’s my inspiration, she’s the only reason I’m standing here today and the only reason the Williams sisters exist so thank you Venus for inspiring me to be the best player I can be, inspiring me to work hard and every time you won this week I felt like I had to win too so thank you so much. She deserves an incredible round of applause, she’s made an amazing comeback and I definitely think she’ll be standing here next year.  I don’t like the word comeback, she never left, she’s been such a great champion so thank you Venus.”

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twelve

Adrian

The smell of bacon strips immediately caught my attention the minute I woke up the next morning. After showering, brushing my teeth and throwing on a quick pair of grey sweats and a white Polo, my feet were guiding me down the stairs towards the kitchen. It seemed as if my timing was perfect because my mother had just cut off the stove and was setting the food on the table. My sister and nephew stayed over from last night so my first official morning back would begin with a nice family breakfast. “Good morning y’all,” I said, making my presence known. I slapped hands with my stepfather, moving around the kitchen to greet everyone before embracing my mother in a tight bear hug. Although she probably would try to hide it from me, I could tell that she was still emotional from my early release. Often last night, I kept catching her stare at me for long periods of time or constantly check up on me to make sure that I was alright. The last time that I was arrested and released, I didn’t even bother with returning home and letting her know. In a span of a few years, things certainly have changed.

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