#stack moore

[majorkee]

michael b. jordan & ryan coogler behind the scenes of sinners (2025)

[ali3nsupastar]

Siblings!

[leftoverghosts]

Smoke, what that witch out there talking about? You gonna let her get in between us again?

[bxunyx]

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing-ModernAU-Smoke&Stack x Bookworm reader

Request-SmokeStack twins with book worm reader. I would love to see the contrast between her and them like they bring her to make plays, hanging with the gang and she’s just reading not hearing a peep.

A/N- hope you like it pumpkin

You weren’t supposed to be in their world.

Not the backroom meetings. Not the corner politics. Not the smell of rubber soles scuffing concrete and burner phones buzzing with coded tension.

You were supposed to be at home—curled up in bed with a candle lit, sipping tea, annotating chapters like they held the answers to life.

But somehow, you ended up in the thick of it. Caught between the two wildest men the South Side had to offer.

Smoke—the quiet one. Sharp jaw, darker eyes, slick with that slow Southern drawl and a stare that made grown men stutter. The mind behind the movement. If Stack was fire, Smoke was the shadow moving through the smoke after it burned.

Stack—his louder twin. Flashier. Mouth slick. The kind of man who laughed during shootouts and flirted between shootouts. Gold in his mouth, heat in his waistband, and a habit of turning anything boring into a party.

And then there was you.

Wearing soft sweaters in rooms full of cracked leather and gun oil. Sitting cross-legged on trap couches with your paperback open while stacks of cash were being flipped behind you.

You didn’t blink when the doors slammed.

Didn’t flinch when the guns clicked.

Didn’t even pause your reading when someone got to yelling about re-ups and bad product.

“Bruh,” Stack said one night, watching you over the rim of his solo cup, “she really sittin’ here reading Jane Austen like we not plannin’ a lick.”

“Pride and Prejudice,” you corrected, not looking up.

Smoke smirked from across the table, where he was cleaning his pistol. “She just like her peace.”

Stack snorted. “She with us. Ain’t no peace in this.”

“She got peace ’cause she with us,” Smoke said calmly, sliding the magazine back into place. “Ain’t nobody gon’ touch her, ain’t nobody gon’ speak crazy, and ain’t shit gon’ interrupt that chapter.”

He nodded toward you, and Stack followed his gaze—watching the way your lips moved while you read, your lashes low, your body relaxed like you were a thousand miles away from the war room you sat in.

⸻

You weren’t dumb.

You knew who they were. What they did. What they were capable of.

You just chose not to be scared. Chose not to ask questions. Chose to be something else in their lives.

Because everybody wanted a piece of them. The streets, the girls, the gang, the game. But no one ever gave anything back.

You gave them quiet.

Unbothered, unshaken quiet. The kind they didn’t even know they craved until it was already sitting cross-legged beside them, correcting their grammar and dog-earing chapters they didn’t understand.

⸻

They started bringing you everywhere.

To the drop spots. The dice games. Even late-night stakeouts, where Stack played loud music in the front seat while Smoke sat silent, watching. And you? Tucked in the back, reading by the glow of the glovebox light.

“Yo, baby,” Stack said one night, eyes on the side mirror, “you hear what this nigga just said?”

“Nope,” you said, turning a page.

“Damn,” Stack grinned. “She in deep.”

Smoke cracked the window and said under his breath, “Good. Let her stay there. World’s too loud anyway.”

⸻

It wasn’t until someone tried to test the setup that things went left.

One of Stack’s ex-flings showed up at a party—loud, made-up, and mad.

She clocked you instantly. Sitting on a barstool, knees pulled up, reading in a crowd full of gang members and Instagram models.

“That’s who y’all with now?” she sneered, looking you up and down. “Girl look like she belong in a library, not a trap.”

Stack laughed. Laughed.

“Damn right,” he said. “And we the library cards. She checkin’ both of us out.”

The girl scoffed. “She don’t even talk.”

Smoke stepped up behind you, sliding a protective hand to your lower back.

“She don’t need to,” he said, voice low. “She listen. She think. She know more from a book than you ever did runnin’ your mouth.”

Then he looked to you. “You good?”

You closed your book, finally raising your eyes. Calm. Unbothered.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “She’s just mad I read more than receipts.”

Stack damn near choked laughing.

Smoke smiled slow.

And the girl? She disappeared before the next song started.

⸻

That night, the twins brought you home.

You laid between them—your book tucked on the nightstand, their arms thrown over you like guards at the gate.

Stack kissed your shoulder, mumbling, “Don’t ever leave us for some nerdy professor.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Smoke pulled you closer. “’Cause real peace only show up once.”

And you were it.

The calm after the shootout. The silence after the plan.

The only thing they never had to fight for—

Because somehow, they knew they’d lose you if they ever made it loud.

And you? You didn’t need much.

Just a quiet corner, a good book…

And two men who loved you enough to let you read through the war.

[vampirefunkmetal]

something in sinners that was so sweet and really spoke to the idea of community/family is that, when he saw her again she was grown and married, but mary was still 'little mary' to cornbread.

that sammie is 'little sammie' to mary when she buys him a drink at the juke. that he's still 'little sammie' to her when she and stack visit him in 1992, even though he's grown older than either of them ever will.

there's something so sweet and warm about that. something like 'i knew you when you were a baby'.

[yeehawnce]

MICHAEL B. JORDAN AS STACK BEHIND THE SCENES OF SINNERS (2025) WITH DIRECTOR RYAN COOGLER

[mametzwood]

somebody take me in your arms tonight

[shadowyfigure1207]

So how fucked would everyone would've been if instead of stack and Mary turning into vampires, it was smoke and annie?

[mrmeepsmadmind]

this photo fucking kills me bcs it's smoke swearing in his mind

' if this goddamn pig shirks us or pulls up with armed whites, i'm raining hellfire in five seconds.' Always on Edge

&& then there's stack thinking

'im rollin THE BEST cigarette 😸😸😸 !!'

(says that abt all the cigs he gets to roll for smoke and or anyone, for that matter)

[twoheadid]

Sinners aha again….

Guys please I adore this film 😩

If anyone cares

I partake in the Lps community and I am working on a stack custom and redoing a Remmick custom with a different base Huehuehue

_(┐「ε:)_🤝_(:3」z)_

[bombshellbre95]

People play too damn much 😂

[maddiearts2307]

Sinners Vampire Stack Art

[littleboxcat]

All of this. History is important in the discussion about Sinners

Y'all not understanding that Mary is a White-passing Black Woman is frying my brain fr.

The best way I can equate her narrative throughout the beginning is when you're a little girl and gender doesn't really matter. You play with girls and boys equally because you're all kids. And then one day the same boys you played tag with don't want to play anymore. You're only allowed to play with "girls" toys and wear "girls" colors. Adults tease you at best and outright reprimand you at worst because you still want to run with the boys who, two years ago, were your favorite playmates.

Even worse is when those same boys tease you and exclude you too, all because now you're a girl instead of just another kid.

Mary has a Black mother, grew up among the Black folks and coloreds in their hometown. Which is why she had to leave the town and the state to find opportunity. The same way Smoke and Stack went to Chicago to make something of themselves.

When Stack says, "For one night, we was free." That includes Mary.

For one night she got to be with her one true love, for one night she got to be among her people, with what remained of her family after her mother died. That's why she was so vulnerable to Remmick. Once that one night was over she'd be forced to go back to Arkansas living as a White woman, constantly longing for a home she can't return to, a love that keeps pushing her away to protect her, and praying that no one ever found out her roots because that would spell the end for her.

And she didn't go out to talk to Remmick and Klan out of White arrogance, she did it because she wanted to use her unwanted power of passing to help her family for once. Because they are her community and if she can do anything, even sus out the weird "musicians" lurking in their parking lot, she was going to do it for them.

Lastly, let's not act like Mary was the only reason Remmick was able to turn one of the twins/anyone inside the sawmill. Cornbread left shortly after her to go piss, and that's why he missed Stack getting bit by Mary and dying. Say she hadn't gone out, he'd have still had to use the bathroom and would have been let inside after being bitten without anyone thinking to stop him because they wouldn't have known not to trust him.

The whole point of Sinners is that they were all damned. Take Mary out of it, Remmick would still be drawn to Sammie. Cornbread still would have been bitten. And even if the threat of Remmick never materialized the Klan would have been there minutes after dawn.

Stop applying modern beliefs and feelings about race on a time period where one drop, passing or not, made you vulnerable under Jim Crow.

[wakandama2]

So since Sammie survived and continued playing, i think Stack and Mary kept other supernatural predators from coming after him all these years. So Sammie had protection the whole time.

Sir I am still not sober from my music festival yesterday and now you done sent me this 😭😭😭😭 Sammie loved his big cousins so much and they loved him!!!!

[endeavornetwork]

Ya'll please help bc I couldn't hear that well in the theatre...

When Smoke was talking about Stack "selling ass in the Delta," was Stack selling other people's asses or his own?

[phantazene]

Still thinking about:

How Stack smiles more, but often the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.