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Red light district
📷 @luna-saguaro-photo
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special place in hell for door-to-door sellers tbh like i know everyone just wants to earn money but jfc it's like. most/all kinds of advertisement suck of course, but there is a special dimension of yikes at you literally bringing it to my doorstep. as someone using adblockers and not watching tv and generally going out of my way to avoid this shit, you're literally the only part trying to sell me shit in my own home and i hope you stub your fucking toes every single morning for the rest of your life i'm so serious
#*mine#mona rambles#accidentally opened the door when the bell went. grave mistake#like i will be polite but also get the fuck out of here ffs
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|| Jason x Aubree Marin || PLL Rewrite || TAGLIST ||
• AUBSON🎶 • SHIPS OF TGWP •
Season One
Chapter 1 - I'm Still Here
Chapter 2 - The Jenna Thing
Chapter 3 - To Kill a Mocking Girl
Chapter 4 - Can You Hear Me Now?
Chapter 5 - Reality Bites Me
Chapter 6 - There's No Place Like Homecoming
Chapter 7 - The Homecoming Hangover
Chapter 8 - Please, Do Talk About Me When I'm Gone
Chapter 9 - The Perfect Storm
Chapter 10 - Keep Your Friends Close
Chapter 11 - Moments Later
Chapter 12 - Salt Meets Wound
Chapter 13 - Know Your Frenemies
Chapter 14 - Careful What U Wish 4
Chapter 15 - If at First You Don't, Succeed, Lie, Lie Again
Chapter 16 - Je Suis Une Amie
Chapter 17 - The New Normal
Chapter 18 - The Badass Seed
Chapter 19 - A Person of Interest
Chapter 20 - Someone to Watch Over Me
Chapter 21 - Monsters in the End
Chapter 22 - For Whom the Bell Tolls
Season Two
Chapter 23 - It's Alive
Chapter 24 - The Goodbye Look
Chapter 25 - My Name Is Trouble
Chapter 26 - Blind Dates
Chapter 27 - The Devil You Know
Chapter 28 - Never Letting Go
Chapter 29 - Surface Tension
Chapter 30 - Save the Date
Chapter 31 - Surface Tension
Chapter 32 - Save the Date
Chapter 33 - Picture This
Chapter 34 - Touched by an 'A'-ngel
Chapter 35 - I Must Confess
Chapter 36 - Over My Dead Body
Chapter 37 - The First Secret
Chapter 38 - Through Many Dangers, Toils, and Snares
Chapter 39 - A Hot Piece of A
Chapter 40 - Let the Water Hold Me Down
Chapter 41 - Blond Leading the Blind
Chapter 42 - A Kiss Before Lying
Chapter 43 - The Naked Truth
Chapter 44 - CTRL:A
Chapter 45 - Breaking the Code
Chapter 46 - Father Knows Best
Chapter 47 - Eye of the Beholder
Chapter 48 - If These Dolls Could Talk
Chapter 49 - unmAsked
Season Three
Chapter 50 - It Happened 'That Night'
Chapter 51 - Blood Is the New Black
Chapter 52 - Kingdom of the Blind
Chapter 53 - Birds of a Feather
Chapter 54 - That Girl Is Poison
Chapter 55 - The Remains of the 'A'
Chapter 56 - Crazy
Chapter 57 - Stolen Kisses
Chapter 58 - The Kahn Game
Chapter 59 - What Lies Beneath
Chapter 60 - Single Fright Female
Chapter 61 - The Lady Killer
Chapter 62 - This Is a Dark Ride
Chapter 63 - She's Better Now
Chapter 64 - Mona-Mania
Chapter 65 - Misery Loves Company
Chapter 66 - Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno
Chapter 67 - Dead to Me
Chapter 68 - What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted
Chapter 69 - Hot Water
Chapter 70 - Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Chapter 71 - Will the Circle Be Unbroken?
Chapter 72 - I'm Your Puppet
Chapter 73 - A Dangerous gAme
Season Four
Chapter 74 - A Is for A-l-i-v-e
Chapter 75 - Turn of the Shoe
Chapter 76 - Cat's Cradle
Chapter 77 - Face Time
Chapter 78 - Gamma Zeta Die!
Chapter 79 - Under the Gun
Chapter 80 - Crash and Burn, Girl!
Chapter 81 - The Guilty Girl's Handbook
Chapter 82 - Into the Deep
Chapter 83 - The Mirror Has Three Faces
Chapter 84 - Bring Down the Hoe
Chapter 85 - Now You See Me, Now You Don't
Chapter 86 - Grave New World
Chapter 87 - Who's in the Box?
Chapter 88 - Love ShAck, Baby
Chapter 89 - Close Encounters
Chapter 90 - Bite Your Tongue
Chapter 91 - Hot for Teacher
Chapter 92 - Shadow Play
Chapter 93 - Free Fall
Chapter 94 - She's Come Undone
Chapter 95 - Cover for Me
Chapter 96 - Unbridled
Chapter 97 - 'A' Is for Answers
Season Five
Chapter 98 - EscApe from New York
Chapter 99 - Whirly Girly
Chapter 100 - Surfing the Aftershocks
Chapter 101 - Thrown from the Ride
Chapter 102 - Miss Me x100
Chapter 103 - Run, Ali, Run
Chapter 104 - The Silence of E. Lamb
Chapter 105 - Scream for Me
Chapter 106 - March of Crimes
Chapter 107 - A Dark Ali
Chapter 108 - No One Here Can Love or Understand Me
Chapter 109 - Taking This One to the Grave
Chapter 110 - How the 'A' Stole Christmas
Chapter 111 - Through a Glass, Darkly
Chapter 112 - Fresh Meat
Chapter 113 - Over a Barrel
Chapter 114 - The Bin of Sin
Chapter 115 - Oh What Hard Luck Stories They All Hand Me
Chapter 116 - Out Damned Spot
Chapter 117 - Pretty Isn't the Point
Chapter 118 - Bloody Hell
Chapter 119 - To Plea or Not to Plea
Chapter 120 - The Melody Lingers On
Chapter 121 - I'm a Good Girl, I Am
Chapter 122 - Welcome to the Dollhouse
Season Six
Chapter 123 - Game On, Charles
Chapter 124 - Songs of Innocence
Chapter 125 - Songs of Experience
Chapter 126 - Don't Look Now
Chapter 127 - She's No Angel
Chapter 128 - No Stone Unturned
Chapter 129 - O Brother, Where Art Thou
Chapter 130 - FrAmed
Chapter 131 - Last Dance
Chapter 132 - Game Over, Charles
Chapter 133 - Of Late I Think of Rosewood
Chapter 134 - Charlotte's Web
Chapter 135 - The Gloves Are On
Chapter 136 - New Guys, New Lies
Chapter 137 - Do Not Disturb
Chapter 138 - Where Somebody Waits for Me
Chapter 139 - We've All Got Baggage
Chapter 140 - Burn This
Chapter 141 - Did You Miss Me?
Chapter 142 - Hush, Hush, Sweet Liars
Season Seven
Chapter 143 - Tick-Tock, Bitches
Chapter 144 - Bedlam
Chapter 145 - The Talented Mr. Rollins
Chapter 146 - Hit and Run, Run, Run
Chapter 147 - Along Comes Mary
Chapter 148 - Wanted: Dead or Alive
Chapter 149 - Original G'A'ngsters
Chapter 150 - Exes and OMGs
Chapter 151 - The Wrath of Kahn
Chapter 152 - The DArkest Knight
Chapter 153 - Playtime
Chapter 154 - These Boots Were Made for Stalking
Chapter 155 - Hold Your Piece
Chapter 156 - Power Play
Chapter 157 - In the Eye Abides the Heart
Chapter 158 - The Gloves That Rocks the Cradle
Chapter 159 - Driving Miss Crazy
Chapter 160 - Choose or Lose
Chapter 161 - Farewell, My Lovely
Chapter 162 - Till DeAth Do Us Part
#pretty little liars#pll#Jason dilaurentis#Jason dilaurentis x oc#Jason x oc#pretty little liars x oc#pll x oc#pretty little liars rewrite#the games we play#Jason dilaurentis fanfiction#Jason dilaurentis fan fiction#Jason Dilaurentis fanfic#Jason dilaurentis fan fic#pretty little liars fanfiction#pretty little liars fan fiction#pretty little liars fanfic#pretty little liars fan fic#pretty little liars masterlist#the games we play masterlist#masterlist#multiple chapters
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Let’s talk about art since apparently I’m a dumbdumb idiot who knows nothing about it or the internet.
Am I salty? Yes. Let’s get into it. So, you might have seen the Keith Haring AI Unfinished Painting going around with my commentary of disdain, and then a bunch of people reblogging it with commentary on how it’s an obvious troll/bait post and how stupid I and those who chimed in in the same fashion are. Apparently the post made it to trending (though I never saw it there, because I mostly just pay attention to my dashboard.)
Of course it doesn’t feel good to get “got.” I think if someone hadn’t sincerely pulled a similar stunt with the Mona Lisa recently, I would’ve seen it as a troll post. I did actually take a moment to consider that it might be a troll before I reblogged with commentary. But that damn expanded Mona Lisa came to mind, and I thought, “no, there are people out there who absolutely think this is okay” and went on my little rant. Jingle my bells for I’m now the court jester. I took the bait.
Do I still stand by it? Yes, for the most part. One could argue that the troll is a form of art, and I played a part in the performance. Much like Fountain by Duchamp (a piece in which he literally signed a urinal and displayed it as fine art and it nearly burned down the art world), this piece inspires rage, and the rage is the most important part of the conversation. I’ll make no bones about my position on AI art. When the “art” is simply an image generated by an AI tool, that is not art to me. It is a commercial image. The use of an AI tool to “complete” or “expand” an image with the intention to create a vast reaction, and post it in such a manor can be argued as performance art, the same way Fountain is. Machine learning can also be used as a tool in the process to create a piece of art, but a generated image alone is not art.
So then why do I stand by it? A big problem with art types like this is that it’s callous, cold and doesn’t respect the work that it’s “building on” or “elevates.” Whether it’s Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans, Lichtenstein’s rehashing of comic panels, Duchamp’s Fountain or this AI piece, in all cases, it uses the originator without concern for the content of the art itself. Someone at the toilet company had to design that urinal. Someone at Campbell’s had to design the soup can label. Lichtenstein took panels from real living comic artists and re-rendered them with less skill and care. Those works are never co-credited with the people who did the initial designs. The twitter person who made this mess used a heartbreaking piece about a man’s grief and frustration about his own untimely death due to AIDs, and a lot of people weren’t familiar with it before this viral moment. Sure, it starts a conversation into the nature of art, as do all of these “subversive” pieces. But especially with Haring, who was concerned about computers and their eventual intelligence and would likely hate it, especially because we DO know the original artist, and those who are meant to be angered are familiar with the original piece (mainly lgbtq people), it feels especially rude and poor taste.
Other works wouldn’t cause such a visceral reaction. The personal nature of Unfinished Painting why “finishing it” is so controversial. No one says art has to be respectful. No one says art can’t steal, remix or transform works that came before it to create a new meaning. I’m still allowed to hate it. I’m still allowed to think it spits on Keith’s grave. The choice to do something so disrespectful is integral to the point of the piece, all in the name of showing how reactionary people are to AI generated images. It’s still a shitty thing to do. Perhaps something so visceral that causes such bad reaction is necessary for us to find the boundaries of where AI is or isn’t okay to be used in art. I hope for this twitter person’s sake it is.
There are so many things we could take from this debacle: reactionary nature of the internet, the question of consent and collaboration vs. remix in art, whether artists and their art should always be questioned, the list goes on. I’m happy to continue that conversation.
tldr: Sure, I got "got" by the Keith Haring Unfinished Painting AI "finishing". You could classify the act as art. It stimulated conversation into the relationship between AI images and art. But I think it's still a shitty thing to do.
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Pretty Little Liars (2010-2017) [I]
Episode length: 40-45 min.
Country: USA
Genre: Drama, Mystery
Language: English
Based on the Pretty Little Liars series of young adult novels by Sara Shepard, the series follows the lives of four girls — Spencer, Hanna, Aria, and Emily — whose clique falls apart after the disappearance of their queen bee, Alison. One year later, they begin receiving messages from someone using the name "A" who threatens to expose their secrets — including long-hidden ones they thought only Alison knew.
Season 1
Episode 1: Pilot
Episode 2: The Jenna Thing
Episode 3: To Kill a Mocking Girl
Episode 4: Can You Hear Me Now?
Episode 5: Reality Bites Me
Episode 6: There's No Place Like Homecoming
Episode 7: The Homecoming Hangover
Episode 8: Please, Do Talk About Me When I'm Gone
Episode 9: The Perfect Storm
Episode 10: Keep Your Friends Close
Episode 11: Moments Later
Episode 12: Salt Meets Wound
Episode 13: Know Your Frenemies
Episode 14: Careful What U Wish 4
Episode 15: If at First You Don't Succeed, Lie, Lie Again
Episode 16: Je Suis Une Amie
Episode 17: The New Normal
Episode 18: The Bad Seed
Episode 19: A Person of Interest
Episode 20: Someone to Watch Over Me
Episode 21: Monsters in the End
Episode 22: For Whom the Bell Tolls
Season 2
Episode 1: It's Alive
Episode 2: The Goodbye Look
Episode 3: My Name Is Trouble
Episode 4: Blind Dates
Episode 5: The Devil You Know
Episode 6: Never Letting Go
Episode 7: Surface Tension
Episode 8: Save the Date
Episode 9: Picture This
Episode 10: Touched by an A-ngel
Episode 11: I Must Confess
Episode 12: Over My Dead Body
Episode 13: The First Secret
Episode 14: Through Many Dangers, Toils and Snares
Episode 15: A Hot Piece of 'A'
Episode 16: Let the Water Hold Me Down
Episode 17: Blond Leading the Blind
Episode 18: A Kiss Before Lying
Episode 19: The Naked Truth
Episode 20: CTRL:A
Episode 21: Breaking the Code
Episode 22: Father Knows Best
Episode 23: Eye of the Beholder
Episode 24: If These Dolls Could Talk
Episode 25: UnmAsked
Season 3
Episode 1: It Happened 'That Night'
Episode 2: Blood is the New Black
Episode 3: Kingdom of the Blind
Episode 4: Birds of a Feather
Episode 5: That Girl Is Poison
Episode 6: The Remains of the 'A'
Episode 7: Crazy
Episode 8: Stolen Kisses
Episode 9: The Kahn Game
Episode 10: What Lies Beneath
Episode 11: Single Fright Female
Episode 12: The Lady Killer
Episode 13: This is a Dark Ride
Episode 14: She's Better Now
Episode 15: Mona Mania
Episode 16: Misery Loves Company
Episode 17: Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno
Episode 18: Dead to Me
Episode 19: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted
Episode 20: Hot Water
Episode 21: Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Episode 22: Will the Circle Be Unbroken?
Episode 23: I'm Your Puppet
Episode 24: A DAngerous GAme
Season 4
Episode 1: 'A' is for A-l-i-v-e
Episode 2: Turn of the Shoe
Episode 3: Cat's Cradle
Episode 4: Face Time
Episode 5: Gamma Zeta Die!
Episode 6: Under the Gun
Episode 7: Crash and Burn, Girl!
Episode 8: The Guilty Girl's Handbook
Episode 9: Into the Deep
Episode 10: The Mirror Has Three Faces
Episode 11: Bring Down the Hoe
Episode 12: Now You See Me, Now You Don't
Episode 13: Grave New World
Episode 14: Who's in the Box?
Episode 15: Love ShAck, Baby
Episode 16: Close Encounters
Episode 17: Bite Your Tongue
Episode 18: Hot for Teacher
Episode 19: Shadow Play
Episode 20: Free Fall
Episode 21: She's Come Undone
Episode 22: Cover for Me
Episode 23: Unbridled
Episode 24: 'A' is for Answers
Watch on HBO Max or Hulu
See Pretty Little Liars post II season 5-7
#pretty little liars#drama#mystery#L#lesbian characters#Emily Fields#Paige McCullers#Samara Cook#Sara Harvey#Shana Fring#B#bisexual characters#Jenna Marshall#Alison DiLaurentis#Maya St. Germain#Talia Sandoval#T#trans character#Charlotte DiLaurentis#lgbt#lgbtq#lesbian#bisexual
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Hey Dee! Can you write a Loki Laufeyson one shot using prompt 26 'this reminded me of you'? Thanks! Love your writing!
MONA LISA SMILE | endless drabble series (valentine's day special)
summary: a portrait, a girl, a memory.
pairing: loki laufeyson x reader
a/n: its valentines day so yk wat dat means!!!
masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the v-day prompt list.
Girl-mystery extraordinaire, a witch-woman, ember’s delight, lovely muse, plague-maiden if, say, the plague was one of ill-fitting emotion, infectious and malicious, sent to melt the ice around his heart. Sizzling, acidic, billowing smoke and this feeling, this strange, terrifying feeling he gets when he looks at you. Hard to breathe, two hearts skipping in unison the same treacherous beat.
He’s obvious, more than you could ever be. You wrapped in your shawl against the backdrop of dazzling snow, with your lips quirked gently to the side in a half-smile and a gaze that implies you know the secrets of the whole world. His whole world, surely, for he had never, and has never since, met anyone even close to you. Only Da Vinci, in his genius, had managed to capture something akin to your likeness - not in face, but in look. That look, that knowing, that Mona Lisa smile, no, false name, (Y/N) (L/N) smile that haunts him in his dreams when he misses you. And he misses you always. These days, the weight of your absence is heavier than ever before.
The Louvre is full of people, naturally, there’s seldom a time when it isn’t. While full of exhibitions worthy of being admired, most stray to the famous woman - never to linger, but rather take a picture and move on, say, well, I’ve seen her, note, well, the portraits smaller than I expected, whine, well, not as impressive, question, why so many people flock here? He’s here, too, in the back, in his black suit, dressed for a funeral, and the cast of people keeps changing and here remains only he and you - no, not you, someone only similar to you, the closest thing he has left of you.
He met you when Midgard was still young and when Norway was nothing but piles of snow and wooden huts, deer-skin hides for robes and stone hammers that cut down trees and cut down enemies depending on the time of day. You were born on a snowy day somewhere in the mountains and you played with runes instead of dolls and made salves from herbs to heal infections along with learning the songs and lullabies of your tribe. Like most you worshiped Allfather and the Great Mother and feared the rest. You didn’t know of his significance when he showed up, and he did not think you would become anyone special. And in the grand scheme of things, you were not anyone special, no one to write a tome about - just one more name and face forgotten to history.
But you were special. To him and him only.
It was a good love, a real one, the tragic kind. You lived and loved and died and he continue to live and love you more each day. All he has of you is memories: of blizzards, and clear sunny skies, and deep nights aglow with embers of an already dying fire. Your voice has drifted over the years - once it was crisp like a bell, though now it’s more of a dull sound, an ache, some distorted echo of your laugh. But your smile remains, it’s yet to abandon him. He clings to it, that smile. He fears that if he forgets it then you will cease existing entirely.
Mona Lisa helps, she has helped for centuries now. If he were to steal her, he would take her to your grave and show you, say, “She reminded me of you.”
He has all the magic in the world to do anything he desires and yet all of that magic is useless against mortality. So many trials and errors, so many paltry illusions, so many disappointments. Nothing ever came close to you. Nothing ever will.
The day passes, the people leave, he remains, the last one, hearing the footsteps of the guard that has come to usher him out.
He says his quiet goodbye to the portrait and hopes to dream of you so he could tell you one more time just how much he loves you.
hope you liked it xx
#loki#loki laufeyson x reader#loki x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#the avangers#the avengers x reader#imagine#imagines#request#angst#valentines day
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M’Baku’s Love- Chapter 10 (Finale)
Thanks for bearing with me on this journey, it’s been a good one. Here’s the last chapter, I hope y’all like it! Normally I would post on M’Baku Mondays, but I just couldn’t wait to share this ending with the like 5 people who read my stories.
Don’t forget to check out my masterlist HERE to read my other stories. M’Baku fans, don’t fret, I have another M’Baku fic starting next week...well its an M’Baku x OC x T’Challa fic. That’s right, we’re going for a throuple. Check out the preview HERE. As always, let me know what y’all think and if you want to be tagged in any of my other stories.
CW: smut
Word count: 10,630
Monae fiddled with JJ’s collar as they stood on the tarmac waiting for the Talon to touch down. He loved seeing Uncle Challa’s “spaceship” and they regularly got to see him off and welcome him back. This time would be a little different though since he would be bringing M’Baku to meet his son for the first time. Monae’s nerves were shot and she vibrated with anticipation.
As the ship came into view a lump caught in Monae’s throat. She was about to see him again for the first time in years...he was about to meet their son. She could still barely process the fact that he was alive and almost needed to see it to believe it, but he was just a few moments away.
The Talon floated closer and closer to the ground and her palms grew sweaty when it finally made contact.
JJ jumped up and down as the doors opened and he saw Okoye and Ayo exit the craft. He immediately went to go hug his aunties as he waited for his favorite uncle to come out. Pretty soon he emerged, alone, and JJ ran to him and jumped in his arms.
“Uncle Challa!”
“Igorila encinci, I’ve missed you! Are you being good for your mama?”
“Yes!” T’Challa raised an eyebrow and looked back to Monae who was steadily creeping closer. She nodded with a smile and T’Challa started tickling JJ, making him let loose the boisterous laugh he no doubt got from his father.
Monae’s eyes travelled to the open door behind T’Challa and he noticed, giving her a soft smile. “He needs a minute.”
She nodded and looked down, twiddling her thumbs when JJ’s voice brought her out of her daze.
“Uncle Challa, who’s that?” he looked over the king’s shoulder and saw a large man hesitantly stepping through the Talon door and into the light. T’Challa set JJ down and turned to look at Monae, but her eyes were already raining tears down her face.
“That is my friend, M’Baku. Why don’t you say hi?”
M’Baku walked down the ramp and met the king on the ground, unable to take his eyes off the little boy in front of him. He looked just like a miniature version of him with a head full of locs. The pictures didn’t do him justice.
JJ waved at the stranger and introduced himself, “Hi! I’m Jabari, but everyone calls me JJ. What’s your name?”
M’Baku’s eyes grew misty as his child smiled up at him. He cleared his throat and got down on one knee so he could be eye-level with JJ.
“My name is M’Baku, and I am-” he cut himself off, as he looked up and made eye contact with a crying Monae behind T’Challa. The king moved out of the way and gave the little family some privacy, joining his Dora near the car and trying not to be nosy and watch too intently. Monae took a step forward and that was all the permission he needed. He stood from the ground, and just as he did she threw her arms around him, crying into his chest. His head rested on top of hers as he cried and rocked her from side to side.
“Mommy? What’s wrong?”
M’Baku wiped Monae’s tears before she turned to their son and squatted down to his height.
“JJ, baby...remember how mommy told you your daddy died before you were born?”
He nodded his head silently with his brows furrowed.
“Well I was wrong...and Uncle Challa was nice enough to bring him here to us,” she looked to M’Baku and smiled, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his son.
“You’re my dad?”
“Yes, you can call me ‘baba’ if you like.”
“Baba? What’s that mean?”
“It means ‘father’ in my language.”
“What language is that?”
“Xhosa.”
“Oh, like Umalume Challa.”
M’Baku smiled up at Monae, “He knows Xhosa?”
“T’Challa taught him some, he’s pretty good. He’s even teaching me a little bit.”
“Yeah, she’s a fast learner like me!”
“That’s right,” she tickled his sides and his infectious laughter rang out again, the most beautiful song M’Baku had ever heard. When he came down from his tickle high his eyes settled back on M’Baku.
“So if you weren’t dead where were you?”
“I do not know…”
“Baby, you remember the other day when people started appearing out of nowhere?” he nodded again, “That’s what happened to your baba.”
He still didn’t really understand just what actually happened with those people, but knowing his baba had been one of them and wasn’t dead or just gone for no reason eased his mind.
Both adults stood and Monae grabbed JJ’s hand as they walked back towards T’Challa, who was trying really hard to not seem like he was eavesdropping. JJ reached up and grabbed M’Baku’s hand and all the adults present struggled to keep their composure.
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Every time the Wakandans came to town, they stopped by Monae’s house for dinner at least once, so the group split in two as they got in their cars to drive to Monae’s. Monae could hardly speak, so she was thankful that JJ was full of questions on the ride home.
“So do I have grandparents?”
“Yes, and my mama would love to meet you.”
“How is Ada?”
“Shaken up...she was also one of the Dusted.”
“The Dusted?” JJ asked.
“Yes, that is what we Jabari call the people who disappeared and reappeared.”
“I thought your name was M’Baku, not Jabari.”
M’Baku chuckled.
“It is, but I come from the Jabari people. In fact, I am the-”
Monae cleared her throat and subtly shook her head.
“-I am...excited for you to meet them.”
“What are they like?”
M’Baku and JJ went back and forth the entire ride home as Monae drove in a daze, her brain still trying to process being so close to M’Baku again. The drive only took about ten minutes and as they pulled up to the house M’Baku’s eyes scanned the neighborhood, taking it all in. He saw the colonizers walking their dogs by the old drunks outside the corner store, and he noticed the expensive cookie cutter townhouses right next to the smaller, old homes that had been there for decades. This was definitely not the Nashville Monae had told him about.
M’Baku couldn't help but smile as they walked into her house and he felt the same warmth and openness he felt in her apartment all those years ago. Monae headed straight for the kitchen to check on the vegetable gumbo she had going in the slow cooker all day while JJ pulled M’Baku into the living room with everyone else. Monae watched with a smile as JJ talked his baba’s ear off and showed him around, pointing out the pictures on the wall. M’Baku’s eyes wandered over the photos, but he was distracted by a loud “meow” and a paw on his pants leg.
“Juju, old friend.” He reached down to pet her and she moved away from his hand, choosing instead to go back the way she came.
“Don’t be sad, she does that sometimes,” JJ comforted his dad, whose jaw was hanging open in disbelief until he heard the tinkling of a bell. Sure enough, Juju trotted back in and dropped her favorite feather toy at M’Baku’s feet. “Hey, she likes you!”
The three of them played together for a couple minutes, all the while M’Baku kept an eye on Monae slowly pacing back and forth in the kitchen. JJ chased Juju off through the house and M’Baku took the moment to try to talk to Monae while everyone was preoccupied setting the table and securing the perimeter of the house.
Monae stirred the gumbo and tried her best to calm her nerves, but the butterflies in her stomach weren’t going away any time soon. They weren’t helped by the heat that crept up against her back as a large shadow loomed over her. She turned around to face him and he tipped her chin up.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“I...um, it’s already done.”
“You are nervous...why?”
“M’Baku,” she sighed, “I need you to understand that you died, or I thought you were dead. I mourned you. I buried you in my mind and visit on your deathiversary every year...but you crawled back out of that grave and it’s just hard for me to wrap my mind around.”
He nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead before moving back and giving her space. Monae cleared her throat and shook herself from her daze. She needed to get a handle on herself and fast.
“JJ, come wash your hands.”
The little boy came sprinting from the back room.
“No running inside,” Monae and T’Challa echoed each other and JJ slowed down, sheepishly walking the rest of the way to the stepstool at the kitchen sink. M’Baku helped him wash his hands as Monae filled their bowls with rice and gumbo. She grabbed a bottle of hot sauce from the counter and placed it in the middle of the table before sitting down at the head.
“So, T, how’s Nakia?”
“She’s doing well. This pregnancy has been much easier on her than the first. In fact, she and the twins will be coming back with me next time.”
“Really?!” JJ was excited to see his play cousins, it had been months since the last time Hasina and Hasani visited. They were only a few months older than him, and the three of them were inseparable whenever they got together.
M’Baku sat back and watched their interactions, feeling slightly left out. He had missed so much of their lives. What was her pregnancy like? What were his first words? He just had to know. Right as he worked up the nerve to interrupt the ongoing conversation, JJ did it for him.
“Baba?”
M’Baku was still so unused to hearing that name, however he already loved how it sounded.
“Yes, JJ?”
“So what did it feel like when you got Dusted?”
Monae almost choked on her gumbo.
“JJ, let’s not-”
“I did not even know I had gone anywhere...it felt like no time had passed.”
“So you...you really think it’s been two months since we last saw each other?” Monae asked him.
“Yes, although I know now that is not the case,” he smiled at JJ who gave him a snaggletoothed smile right back. He turned to T’Challa, his face turning serious. “Thank you for looking after them, brother.”
“Any time, they are family. Isn’t that right igorila encinci?”
“Yes!”
Monae chuckled as she got up to bring out his favorite pineapple upside down cake she made late the night before. She disappeared into the kitchen as the others continued to talk amongst themselves.
“You call him ‘little gorilla’, eh?”
“Well yes, he is your son.”
“Do they call you the ‘Big Gorilla’ or something?”
“No, I am the Great Gorilla, ruler of the Jabari-”
“You’re a king, too?!”
“What?!” Monae yelled from the kitchen.
Okoye, Ayo, and T’Challa all made eye contact and decided it was a good time to leave.
“Well, we do not want to intrude so we will see you tomorrow,” Okoye rushed out.
“Monae, do you need any help cleaning up or anything before we leave?” Ayo added.
“No thank you. Y’all get to the hotel safe, see you tomorrow.” She and JJ hugged the three of them and they took their leave. As soon as Monae closed the door behind them, JJ went right back to the previous conversation.
“So if you’re a king, that makes me a prince!”
“JJ, go upstairs and start getting ready for bed, I’ll be up soon.”
He sighed, but did what his mom told him, but before he made it all the way up the stairs he turned around and asked, “Is baba staying?”
Monae turned to look at M’Baku questioningly.
“If your mother will have me.”
“Please mommy!”
“No need for all that, I want him to stay too,” she laughed as her son ran back down the stairs to hug them both before going up to his room.
“So you want me to stay?”
Monae rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have told him he’s a prince, M’Baku.”
“Why not? He is a prince, he should know.”
The two of them cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher as they went back and forth.
“He’s too young, that’s why. I want him to have a normal life.”
“He is not a ‘normal’ boy, Monae, he is royalty. He is my heir.”
She knew he was right, but she just didn’t want to let go of the life she and JJ had that she knew now was about to be turned on its head. She didn’t want to have the conversation that she knew they needed to have.
“Let’s put JJ to bed and then come back to this.”
M’Baku agreed and the two of them went upstairs to do just that. After JJ’s bath, M’Baku told him the story of how the Jabari found the mountains, and he was hanging on every word until sleep overtook him and he passed out around 8:30.
Monae was almost moved to tears by their interaction, and she kept from sniffling as both adults crept out the room and back downstairs. She went straight to the wine rack and cracked open a merlot, pouring two generous glasses for the two of them. He grabbed her hand and led her to the couch, sitting down next to her and pulling her legs across his lap. She didn’t know what to do, her mind still hadn’t caught up with her body yet, but her body melted right into him.
“I know it has not been as long for me as it has for you...but I have missed you, Babygirl.”
M’Baku heard a sniffle and looked down at her as her body shook and tears escaped her eyes. He grabbed the wine glass from her and set both glasses on the coffee table in front of them before placing his arm around her and pulling her in tight.
The next hour or so consisted of M’Baku consoling Monae as she released five years of grief she had been holding onto. After a while, she calmed down and they sat in silence before she tore herself away from his lap and took a deep breath. She looked into his eyes and he moved in for a kiss, but she pulled away at the last second.
“So what now?” She asked and his eyebrows furrowed as she spoke.
“What do you mean?”
“JJ...since he’s a prince and all.”
M’Baku took a sip of his previously untouched wine, prompting Monae to do the same.
“He will need to come be with his people, Monae.”
“He has people here too, M’Baku. He has friends and a community here.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“Coparenting.”
“Coparenting?”
“Yes. I don’t want him to lose his home here or keep him from his home there...so lets let him have both.”
“I do not want you two halfway around the world-”
“And I don’t want him so far away from me, but parenthood involves sacrifice. Welcome to the club.”
“Then come with him.”
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“She is being unreasonable!” M’Baku sat on the couch in T’Challa’s office, complaining to the king and queen. He had stayed with Monae for only a weekend since he needed to get back to ruling his kingdom that was still restructuring after the return of the Dusted, but in that short time he was unable to convince her to let JJ live with his people.
“I think she was being more than generous. I don’t even like when T’Challa takes the twins with him to America without me , I can’t imagine being without them for any longer than that.”
“Yes, but she could just move here! And at first she said we would split our time 50/50, now she wants to keep him during the school year and I get summers.”
“You’d prefer to disrupt the boy’s education?” the king chimed in.
“Oh please, we both know he would have a much better education here anyway.”
“True, but you’re asking Monae to uproot her whole life,” T’Challa added.
“M’Baku, you need to look at this like a parent, not like a chief. He’s just a little boy, he’s her little boy-”
“Our little boy.”
“For like five minutes. She’s been there for five years. She’s kissed his wounds and weathered temper tantrums. She pushed that boy out in the middle of her living room, she caught her own baby despite the fact that the midwife was right there. It’s just been the two of them since her aunt died...you can’t just expect her to give in so easily. You’re asking a lot of her.”
“Maybe if they both came to visit it would ease her mind a little,” T’Challa suggested.
“Could the two of you try to talk to her?”
“Absolutely not,” Nakia said as T’Challa shook his head.
“This is between the two of you, my friend.”
“Uncle Challa and Aunt Kiki are sitting this one out, sorry.” Nakia’s hands raised in surrender.
“Aunt Kiki?”
“I couldn’t let him be the only one with a nickname.”
M’Baku nodded as he mulled over their conversation in his head. He felt they were probably right, but he needed one more opinion.
When M’Baku made it back to Jabari land he went straight to his mother’s quarters to seek her advice. He found her in the middle of braiding her hair, and sat across from her as she worked.
“So how is my grandson? Did you bring me pictures?”
“Of course, mama,” he pulled up pictures of JJ on his beads, swiping through and smiling like a fool as he looked at his son. “He is well. He is so inquisitive and joyous...Monae has done a good job on her own.”
“Of course she has, I always liked that one.”
“I know,” M’Baku chuckled before his face fell.
“What is it?”
“It is Monae...she wants to coparent. She would have him during the school year and I would have him during their summer break.”
“That sounds pretty good to me.”
M’Baku sighed and hung his head.
“That is what the queen said.”
“Smart woman, our queen.”
“That she is...mama, I do not want to be apart from him so much, but Monae refuses to move here. I do not know what to do.”
“It sounds to me like you will be making a lot more trips to America then. She never said you could not see him, just that he stays in America with her. That does not have to exclude you.”
“I have duties here-”
“M’Baku we were gone for five years and the council ran things just fine, and before that you were gone for three months. I am not saying you should move there, just that your job is much more flexible than you realize.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of Wakanda, the king decided to go back on his word just a little and texted Monae and asked her to call him when she had the chance. Later that night, his phone rang and he looked to see it was Monae calling. He checked to make sure he was alone in his quarters before answering. Thankfully, Nakia was down the hall putting the twins to bed while he worked on some last minute paperwork, or she’d have his head for this.
“Monae, I’m glad you called. How are you today?”
“I’d be much better if the city wasn’t breathing down our necks about this block party.”
“I’ll handle them, don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks T.”
“No problem.”
“So what’s up? It sounded important.”
“Yes, well, it is. I spent the earlier half of today listening to a certain chief bemoan his new custody arrangement.”
“You can’t talk me out of it. I don’t even want him gone during the summer, that was hard enough.”
“I wouldn’t dare. I would dare, however, to formally invite you to Wakanda. Come see it for yourself for a couple weeks, you might like it. If nothing else, it will ease your mind for when Jabari comes here by himself.”
“Me...come to Wakanda? What about my job?”
“Don’t worry about that, just worry about when you want to leave. We can have a jet there immediately if you wish.”
“Jazz is moving in on Saturday, how about next weekend?”
“Next weekend it is.”
“Can we keep this between us? I want to surprise him.”
T’Challa chuckled just as Nakia walked in the room, “It won’t be easy to keep from him.”
“Try your best.” She knew there was a good chance T’Challa would let it slip to M’Baku. Everyone knew the king was notoriously bad at keeping secrets.
He looked up and saw Nakia standing in front of him with her eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip, her belly protruding in her nightgown. He mouthed “Monae” and pointed to his phone.
“You just couldn't help but meddle, eh?” She rolled her eyes.
“Is that Nakia? Hey Kiki girl, I miss you!” T’Challa moved the phone away from his ear before she blew his eardrums out.
“Hey Nae! Is my husband meddling in your business?”
“Only a little, but it’s good. Thanks to him, I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“You're coming to Wakanda?! Oh thank Bast, now I don’t have to hear M’Baku-”
“It’s just for a couple weeks, sis,” Monae chuckled as Nakia deflated.
“Well that’s better than nothing.”
“Keep it between us though.”
“So you tell him?” Nakia laughed as her husband looked at her in faux offense.
“It was his idea!” The ladies continued to laugh and talk as T’Challa’s grimace grew.
“Ok, well I know it’s late there, so see y'all in a couple weeks?”
“We’ll be here,” They ended the call and T’Challa looked to the queen, shrugging.
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Nakia laughed and crawled in bed next to her husband, both of them swiftly falling asleep after a long day of ruling a whole country.
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JJ was super excited to ride in the Talon, never having seen the inside before, and even though Monae worked around Wakandan technology, she was just as much in awe of the futuristic aircraft as her son. Okoye made sure they were comfortable on their trip, but Monae’s anxiety almost got the best of her. There were times when she almost started hyperventilating, but then JJ’s bright smiling face brought her back out of it. She was leaving the country for the first time in her life and flying in a human spaceship to a formerly hidden African country with technology way more advanced than the rest of the world. If someone had told her ten years ago that this would be her life, she would’ve laughed in their face, yet here she was.
When Okoye called them to the front of the ship to watch them enter the dome, Monae’s heart almost beat out of her chest as they glided through the trees and into Wakanda. The city she saw before her blew her away, it was bigger and more beautiful than New York or Tokyo or any of those other big cities she’d seen or read about. The real life afrofuturism stunned her to silence, and it was only broken when JJ noticed the people waiting for them to land.
“Look, it’s Uncle Challa and Auntie Kiki and Auntie Shuri and Uncle Daka and Hasina and Hasani. Where’s baba? And who's that?”
“Baba isn't here, baby. We’re here to surprise him...and I think that’s T’Challa and Shuri’s mom.”
When the ship touched down and the doors opened, JJ ran out and tackled his play family in hugs and kisses. Monae carefully made her way down the stairs and joined the group, giving hugs all around.
“Long time no see, Nae!” The prince
“How’s Oakland treating you?”
“Much worse now that I have left,” Shuri interjected, making N’Jadaka roll his eyes and mush her face. “Hey!”
“Oakland’s great, running just like before. You should come visit.”
“Only if you visit the Nashville Center.”
“Deal.”
Monae turned to see JJ walk up the one person there she didn’t know.
“Are you Uncle Challa and Auntie Shuri’s mom?”
Queen Mother chuckled and bent down closer to his level, “That I am. And you must be Jabari.”
“Or JJ!”
“Nice to meet you, JJ. My name is Ramonda.”
“Can I call you Auntie too?”
“Of course, you wouldn’t be the first,” she winked at the older prince and he smirked back.
“Monae, dear, I’ve heard so much about you. All good things, of course. How are you?”
“Honestly, Queen Mother, I’m a little nervous to be here.”
“Trust me, you will love Wakanda. And you are family, call me Auntie.”
The group relocated to the domestic wing of the palace as the kids ran ahead and Queen Mother chatted with Monae. T’Challa showed them to their rooms, and allowed them time to get settled in before dinner in an hour.
Monae was nervous, she knew she would see M’Baku at dinner, and since T’Challa has a flair for the dramatic he had planned for her to get there a little late and make an entrance. Well, not a huge entrance, since it would be a small family dinner, but still. She fixed the collar on JJ’s shirt and then smoothed out the front of her purple dress that contrasted beautifully with her pink fade. She took a final breath before reaching for the door handle and being led down the hallway by the palace guards. They arrived at the double doors and Monae froze.
“Mommy?”
“Y-yes baby?”
“Are you ok?”
“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“Don’t be nervous, it’s just baba.”
His words echoed in her head as she thought back to their time together. It’s just M’Baku, she thought to herself before taking one last breath and opening the doors.
When M’Baku arrived he was confused to see the two extra place settings, and as the food was brought out his confusion only grew. When the doors opened and his eyes met Monae’s he felt his heart drop into his stomach. JJ ran to him and threw his arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi baba!”
“Hello,” M’Baku chuckled. “What are you two doing here?” He got up and went over to Monae, enclosing her in a hug.
“Someone had the idea that I should surprise you and come see Wakanda for myself. Maybe that way I’ll be less nervous about him coming out here.” Monae took in his traditional attire and tried not to make her infatuation so obvious, but she failed. He looked damn good in his chief furs.
“How long are you here for?”
“Just two weeks.”
“That is all the time I need.”
“For what?”
“To convince you to stay,” he winked and walked her to her seat, pulling it out for her as she fussed at him.
“I never said I was staying, I said we’re here to visit.”
“Tomato, potato,” M’Baku said as Monae almost spit out her drink and half of the table fell out in laughter.
“I think you mean ‘tomayto, tomahto’ my G,” N’Jadaka corrected him with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.
Monae grabbed M’Baku’s hand and squeezed it before he brought it to his lips for a kiss. She allowed it since she was slowly getting used to him again and he couldn’t be happier.
“So, Monae, how do you like your rooms?”
“They’re so nice! Mine alone is the size of my first floor at home, add in JJ’s and we have the whole house.”
“Wait until you sleep on the bed-”
“Wait, are you not staying with me?”
“Well I didn’t want to assume…”
“You two will always have a place with me. I can have your things moved while we eat, unless you would rather stay here.
Monae was apprehensive about the cold, but she had to remind herself why she was here. Everything was for JJ.
“Ok, we’ll stay with you.”
“Yay!” JJ cheered as a huge gap toothed smile appeared on M’Baku’s face.
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“I can’t believe you did this…”
Monae looked around JJ’s room and almost shed a tear.
“I had it set up as soon as I learned I had a child. We can personalize it and change it however he wants, I have interior decorators lined up-”
“M’Baku, it’s perfect. I mean, look at him...look how happy he looks.”
JJ picked up a pretend sword and M’Baku beamed at the future warrior. Monae playfully rolled her eyes as they watched him play-fight with an imaginary assailant.
“I will have to teach him how to fight for real one day, you know?”
Monae sighed, reminding herself yet again that this was all for JJ. “I know.”
“But you do not like it?”
“No, I don’t like the idea of my son running into battle,” Monae snipped before taking a second and centering herself. “I’m sorry, I’m just...I’m trying, ok?”
“I know. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome...so my room?”
“Yes, right next door here.”
He showed her the room and the view from her window stunned her speechless. She could see all of Wakanda.
“This view…”
“The best in all of Wakanda.”
She felt him close behind her and turned around, coming face to face with the Jabari chief.
“Better than yours?”
“No,” he smirked. “Let me show you.”
They checked in on JJ, who had already curled up with a storybook ready for bedtime.
M’Baku read to his son as his eyelids fell and he eventually drifted off to dreamland. The two adults snuck out of the room quietly and closed the door behind them, saying good night to the guards, before walking just a few doors down and entering the largest room Monae had ever seen. It sat on the corner of the palace, with a large balcony swooping around the side, looking out onto all of Wakanda. She could see even more of the beautiful country and maybe even past it to neighboring countries as well.
“This is...wow.”
“Sometimes I cannot believe it myself. Can I get you anything? Water, whiskey, tea?”
“Tea would be great actually,” she sat down on the couch as her eyes continued to wander around the space before they landed on his bookshelf.
“See anything you recognize?”
She got up to take a closer look and saw the books she gave him all those years ago, and a shy smile took over her face. She continued to browse his space, much like he did the first time she brought him to her place five years ago.
“Is this you? You look just like him!” Monae stopped on a picture of a young M’Baku with his parents. JJ held a striking resemblance to young M’Baku just like how older M’Baku looked just like his father in the picture. “The Jabari must have strong genes...I thought my family all looked alike, y’all are something else. Let me guess, you look like your granddaddy, too?”
“I do, actually,” he chuckled as he handed her a cup of jasmine tea. “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable.” M’Baku disappeared into what Monae assumed was a closet and reemerged in a brown hoodie and sweatpants.
She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her as she sat on the couch, sipping her tea.
“So…” she started.
“So?”
“So, I guess we should talk about JJ.”
“JJ is fine for now, let us talk about something else. Like why you are so nervous around me.”
“I’m not nervous-” he cut her off with a look. “Ok, fine, I’m nervous, but I don’t know why.”
“Monae,” he turned her jaw towards him so they could look into each other’s eyes, “I know this is hard for you, I do. And I am not asking for you to completely uproot your life for me, but I want to be with you again...even if we have to make it work across the world.”
“M’Baku, I-” her head dropped.
“Do not have to make a decision right now.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…”
“Is there someone else?”
“Wh- no! I barely have time for myself, much less anyone else. I mean, I’ve gone on dates, had a few hookups-”
“Please, spare me the details.”
“Right, sorry,” she cleared her throat. “Don’t you have some royal suitors lined up or something?”
He chuckled, “I did, until I met you. They had been trying to find a chieftess for me for years.”
“Chieftess?”
“Yes, my wife would be my chieftess.”
“And if we get back together…?”
“I told you I could give you a kingdom, Monae.”
She hadn’t noticed he’d moved closer until she felt his breath on her cheek. She turned to meet his face and their lips connected, making fireworks shoot all over Monae’s body. She pulled back and looked at him before she straddled his body and dove back in for more. Their tongues danced against each other as the kiss turned passionate and his hands explored her body. He let out a moan as his hands gripped her ass that had gotten bigger over time. Her waist was thicker and her breasts hung a little lower, and he loved every inch of her. She grinded into his lap as she sucked on his bottom lip and he let out another moan that sounded closer to a growl before pulling back.
“If you want me to stop-”
“Don’t stop.”
A fire burned behind his eyes as she pulled her dress over her head, revealing her body to him. His fingers traced over the stretch marks on her stomach and she shivered at his touch as his eyes raked up and down her naked form. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, he stood with her in his hands and walked her to the bed, lightly placing her down in the middle.
“I have missed you so much Babygirl,” he said between kisses as she squeezed her legs tighter around him. She could feel his dick hardening between his legs as she opened her legs wider to let him in.
He kissed down her body until he reached her center, his lips ghosting over hers as he thanked Hanuman for bringing this woman back into his life before digging in like it was his last meal. Monae writhed on the bed as his tongue alternated between exploring her insides and licking her clit into submission. When his lips closed around her as he sloppily tongue kissed her entire pussy, she let out a deep moan that overwhelmed her emotionally and tears sprang from her eyes.
“Cum in my mouth.”
“Mm, yes.” her tears continued to pour out of her eyes as her body shook and tensed up before releasing a deluge onto his tongue. He didn’t stop either, he kept pushing her to her breaking point over and over again until he finally got tired and kissed his way back up her body.
“Are you ok?” he asked as he wiped her tears away.
“I’m ok,” she nodded.
“You are crying more than usual.”
“I just really missed you. It’s hard to explain how all this feels and the feelings are overwhelming as fuck...but I know I want this. I know I want you.”
He pecked her lips.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Monae, I am not just talking about sex-”
Her hands cupped his face and she pulled him into her so their foreheads rested against each other. “Neither am I.”
His thumb traced her bottom lip as he stared into her big brown eyes. Her hand made its way down his body and rested between his legs, rubbing along his thick, juicy dick that she missed oh so much. She grabbed the head and rubbed her thumb over his tip before running her fingernails up the leg of his sweatpants. She caught the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulled it up, prompting him to break their kiss and pull the hoodie over his head. His pants went next and she was met with the sight of his beautiful naked body.
He came back in for a kiss and she pulled his body over hers, opening herself to him again. He rested his forearm on the pillow next to her head and his other hand found its home under her knee, pulling her leg back even more as he leaned in to kiss her deeply.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear as he slowly pushed inside her, working his way in one inch at a time then pulling out and pushing in deeper with each thrust. Her relatively short nails marked up his back as he filled her in a way she hadn’t been filled in years. She felt emotions swirl in her chest and escape from her eyes and he kissed her tears away one by one.
Once he was fully seated inside her he stilled to compose himself, allowing her to feel all of him inside her. Her pussy squeezed him tight and she grinded up into him.
“Move, baby.”
His hips pulled back before rolling forward, pushing deep into her wetness as she cried out to the heavens. Every thrust brought their already intertwined bodies closer together and he looked down at her with love in his eyes as he played her body like a drum. Monae couldn’t handle all the feelings and eventually they boiled over and she snapped, cumming all over him and rolling them over so that she was on top. Her hips worked him like it was her job, and her hands clawed at his shoulders. She corkscrewed her hips as she leaned her body back away from him, exposing her breasts for him to play with. And that he did, taking them into his mouth and teasing her pebbled buds before covering her entire neck and chest in kisses and light nibbles as she got up on her tiptoes and pounded her hips down onto his pelvis.
She felt the pressure rising in her lower abdomen and circled her hips, dragging her clit along his body and letting out a moan from deep within her soul as the pressure released.
“Let me see that arch in your back,” he said with a slap to her asscheek. Monae hopped up and kneeled down next to him before leaning forward and dropping her top half to the bed, leaving her voluptuous ass in the air for him to do as he pleased.
“Good girl.” He came up behind her and entered her in one swift motion, grabbing her hips and thrusting into her with rhythmic abandon.
“Yes! Yes!” was all she could say as she gripped the sheets in front of her and did her best to hold her ass up for him. He could tell she was struggling, so his hands came up under her hips and lifted them for her, making sure he got the correct angle to hit her spot. His grunts of passion mixed with her high pitched moans as he tore her apart to create a symphony in the large room, their voices echoing off the walls and out into the mountains.
His hands slipped and her body slid to the bed, prompting him to lean over her body and pull her neck back for a sloppy kiss, tongues meeting each other before their lips did. He used his other hand to grip her ass tight after slapping it.
“I feel you getting ready to cum again,” he whispered in her ear, “I am right there with you, Babygirl. Just tell me where you want it.”
“I-inside me. Please, Daddy.”
He flipped her over and plunged back inside, kissing her deeply as he dug into her. Monae’s nails found the same indents as before as he gave her all he had to give. Their foreheads connected as her walls contracted around him and his strokes faltered.
“M’Baku!” she cried out as she exploded all over him again, kicking his orgasm into gear as he stared deep into her eyes and emptied himself into her. The two of them fought to catch their breath as they untangled and laid next to each other. As they came down she was finally able to find the words she had buried for so long.
“M’Baku?”
“Hm?” He turned to look at her with his arm folded behind his head and she curled up at his side.
“I love you too.”
He chuckled and kissed her nose, “I know, Babygirl.”
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The next day, M’Baku showed his family around to the other tribes, but of course he saved the best for last. The Jabari people welcomed Monae and JJ with open arms and a week later, they held a celebration in honor of the little prince. He loved the attention, but mostly he just liked getting to play with his Panther tribe cousins and the other Jabari kids. Several elders came up to Monae to ask questions about marriage, all of which she managed to dance around like an expert, but the questions about JJ’s crowning were a little harder for her to dodge. She had hoped they would be able to put it off some, but it didn’t seem as though the elders were too keen on waiting. After the feast was over and the two parents put JJ to bed, Monae finally spoke up.
“So...the elders…”
“Yes, they seem to like you
“Oh I know they like me, each one of them asked me at least twice when I’m marrying you.”
“When are you marrying me?”
“M’Baku I-”
“No I am serious, Monae,” he cooed as he walked towards her. “Stay with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
“That is not a good enough reason.”
“I have Jazz, and my job, and my friends.”
He grabbed her hands in his.
“Monae, Nakia did your job at the Oakland Center while living in Wakanda part time...travelling to see Jazz and your friends, or bringing them here even, would not be a problem. You are best friends with the king and queen, not to mention you yourself would be a chieftess...these problems are easily fixed, my love.”
Monae removed her hands from his and walked to the balcony, pulling the collar of her fur coat up to shield her from the elements. He followed after her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on hers.
“M’Baku, I’m not saying no...I’m saying I can’t just up and follow a man I was with for just two months to the other side of the world because he magically reappears in my life.”
“I am not just some man, Monae,” he turned her around to look at him, “I am Lord M’Baku the Great Gorilla, Chief of the Jabari. I am the father of your son. I am the man that you fell madly in love with in just two months. I do not want you to follow me, I want you to be with me...even on the other side of the world, if that is where your heart desires to be.”
“What would I even do here?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“You could teach dance classes, or plan events, or whatever else might play to your skillset. You can even do nothing for the rest of your life if you want to-”
He was cut off by a nigga please glare from Monae.
“So basically, I can do whatever I want.”
“Yes.”
“And JJ? What will he do?”
“He will do everything Jabari children do. He will go to school, learn to fight, and when he is in his teens I will start preparing him to take over one day.”
“Teens?! Isn’t that too young still?”
“He will not be in charge then, think of it more as an apprenticeship.”
“Ok...this is a lot to take in, M’Baku. I’ll talk to JJ and see what he thinks.”
“But he is just a child.”
“And as his mom I want him to know that even though I have the final say, his voice gets to be heard.”
“You are a good mother.”
A tear came to her eye and she looked down, “Thank you.”
“If I absolutely had to accidentally abandon a child with anybody, I am glad it was you.”
They broke into laughter and he kissed her forehead.
“We will figure it out.”
The two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when the next morning came Monae decided breakfast would be as good a time as any to gauge JJ’s reaction to their possible move.
M’Baku flipped the pancakes on the griddle as Monae sat at the table with JJ, both coloring away in his Blue’s Clues coloring book. They were so engrossed in their artwork that they barely even noticed him set the food down in front of them until he cleared his throat. They both looked at him and gave a sheepish grin, making M’Baku wonder how JJ could look so much like him yet so much like his mother at the same time.
Monae made JJ’s plate and cut up his pancakes for him before digging into her own. The pancakes melted in her mouth and the eggs were perfect fluffy clouds. She had forgotten how good he was in the kitchen. “Mmm this is delicious.”
“Baba, you can really cook. You’re as good as mommy!”
The adults chuckled as M’Baku sat down and dug in, enjoying the fruits of his labor. After a few minutes of just scraping utensils silling the silence, Monae cleared her throat.
“So...JJ. How do you like it here?”
“It’s really cold, but it’s fun. I like the snowball fights.”
“You are very good at them,” M’Baku added.
“You are. So do you like it more than home?”
“No they’re both good, especially with Auntie Jazz there now.”
Monae had hoped for a clear cut answer, but it didn’t seem like she’d be getting one.
“Well what do you like about both places?” she asked.
“Here there’s baba and umakhulu and Hasani and Hasina and my aunts and uncles and rhinos and snow. Auntie Jazz is at home though, and so are my friends and Juju and the Center.”
Monae contemplated his words, still not coming to a concrete solution.
“JJ, how about you help me clean up the kitchen?” M’Baku asked after noticing the perplexed look stuck on Monae’s face.
“Ok!” JJ hopped down from his chair as M’Baku collected the plates from the table and brought them to the sink. Monae watched how the two of them interacted while they washed and dried the dishes. JJ and M’Baku had grown close in the time they had spent in Jabari land. She loved watching them laugh and goof off together, and every time she watched him read JJ a story at night, her heart felt full. When they finished washing dishes M’Baku sat back down at the table with Monae and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
“Did that help with your decision making?”
“Not at all, he’s so diplomatic.” she groaned and put her head against the table.
M’Baku stifled a smile as he rubbed her back.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?”
“Just a little headache, baby.”
“JJ, what do you say I take you to a gorilla nest?”
Monae’s head popped up immediately, “Is that safe?!”
“Yes, the ones we will visit are used to being around humans.”
“I don’t know, M’Baku-”
“Come with us, it will ease your mind.”
Monae took a deep breath then nodded before the kimoyo beads she had been gifted upon arrival started to make noise. “It’s Jazz, I’m gonna take this in my room.”
He nodded, knowing she needed to talk things out with her sister before she could make a decision.
When Monae made it to her room, she answered the call and Jazz’s voice filled the room.
“Heyyyyyy!”
“Why are you awake? It’s like midnight.”
“You know I’m a night owl. So what’s up? Your text sounded like you were freaking out.”
“I am freaking out.”
“Why? The sex not as good as you remember or something?”
“No it’s definitely not that...he wants us to stay.”
“Ok...and the problem is?”
“My life is in Nashville, you’re there, my job is there, my friends are there. JJ’s friends are there.”
“He’ll make new friends. And didn’t you tell me you worked with the queen? In Oakland...on the other side of the world from her kingdom...that she ruled...while working in Oakland?”
“Ugh yes, you sound like M’Baku.”
“You got a smart babydaddy. One that I’m sure wouldn’t mind me coming to visit. It’ll be just like when I was at NYU.”
“I know, but you just moved in and now I’m abandoning you-”
“Sis, you’re not abandoning me. I. Will. Be. Fine.”
Monae took a deep breath.
“So what’s with all the excuses?”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. Why all the excuses, Nae?”
“I just want to do what’s right for JJ, but I don’t know what that is. He likes both places equally. I don’t want to uproot him, but I also don’t want to keep him from M’Baku and his side of the family.”
“All I’m hearing is that you’re too scared to make the decision you want to make. Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you hiding behind JJ as an excuse knowing damn well he’s going to be more than fine wherever y’all go?”
“I...damn. You’re right.” Monae had exhausted all her excuses and felt defeated. She really was the only thing standing in their way.
“Duh, so what are you gonna do about it?”
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The night before their departure, M’Baku and Monae did their usual routine of getting JJ ready for bed then retiring to his quarters for tea or something stronger.
This time was a little different though, despite the red wine poured into two glasses. Monae was usually much more talkative, but this time she seemed to be in another world.
“Is everything ok, my love?”
“Hm? Oh yeah, just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About a lot of things, really. About JJ, work, my future...us.”
“What about us?”
“I know that being with you, I'd have certain responsibilities,” she paused as M’Baku nodded. “Like what?”
“Well I am not entirely sure. We are restructuring the way we run things here. I was gone for five years and the council had no problems stepping in and ruling in my absence. The flexibility will allow me to come to America more often to visit...I don’t think I can handle just seeing him for a couple months a year, but I can come to you.”
“Isn’t that against tradition?”
“Yes, but so is having a child out of wedlock and I do not see anyone complaining about that. In fact, the people love JJ...and you,” he grabbed her hand in his and intertwined their fingers.
“I’ve noticed,” Monae deadpanned, thinking back to all the questions about marriage the council threw her way. M’Baku chuckled as he read the frustration on her face.
“Tradition got thrown out the window as soon as the aliens arrived.”
“I bet,” Monae laughed before her face turned serious. “What was it like fighting aliens?”
“Terrifying. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw that day in battle,” he kissed her hand, “but the whole time I was praying to Hanuman that I could see your face again. When T’Challa told me how much time had passed, I was heartbroken. I just knew you had found somebody else...when you told me I had a son, my whole world changed. Now I have to raise my little boy in a world with terrifying aliens that I don’t understand and cannot explain to him.”
“I still can’t explain The Snap to him, maybe when he’s older I’ll have the words, but as for now I don't even understand it enough to answer him. He asked me the other day if you would get Dusted again...he’s worried about losing you and I can’t give him an answer because I’m worried about the same thing.”
“Is that what all this is about? Your hesitance?”
Monae burst into tears and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in closer.
“It-it’s just that it could happen again at any moment. What if you’re gone for another five years? What if you never come back if there’s a next time?”
“Monae, it is over. The Titan is dead, the stones are gone, the gauntlet is gone...there will be no more Snaps. I cannot promise that something else equally preposterous will not happen instead, but that worry is gone now.”
She crawled into his lap and curled up into a ball as he stroked her back.
“So...no more aliens?”
“I cannot promise that...just no more Snaps.”
She nodded and rested her head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in and relaxing more with each inhale of his scent.
She let out a sigh.
“Is something wrong, my love?”
“I just remembered we leave tomorrow.”
“Yes, I have been trying not to think about it.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know...but I won’t miss you long.”
M’Baku deflated.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she sat up and looked him in his sad eyes, “that it’s not fair for JJ to bounce between us. He needs a home that’s not split in half, and there’s more for him here than back in Nashville.”
“You are saying-”
“That we’re gonna go home tomorrow, pack our things, then come back in a week.”
A slow smile spread across M’Baku’s face as a tear came to his eye. Monae wiped it away as he kissed her all over her face before pulling back and staring into her eyes.
“I know you are coming back for JJ’s sake, but what does this mean for us?”
“It means that although JJ comes first, and is the main reason for this move...I can’t say that being closer to you had nothing to do with it. I’ve been alone for five years, I don’t want to be without you again.”
“I am sorry that I left you, Monae.”
“You had no choice, don’t be sorry.”
“I just hate that I missed out on so much. Pictures aren’t enough.”
“You’re here now. Yes you missed his birth and his first steps, but you’ll teach him how to shave and how to be a Jabari warrior. There will still be plenty of wounds to kiss and make better, baby. Plenty more ‘firsts’.”
“Mm. Would you ever consider having another child?”
“My answer used to be ‘hell no’, but that was before you came back. I could consider it...I think JJ would make a great big brother...maybe in another year or two?”
M’Baku’s smile was wider than ever and his eyes twinkled in the light as he looked at her, studying her features. Her big doe eyes always gave her emotions away, even behind her thick tortoiseshell frames. She had laid her heart out on the table for him and he almost couldn’t believe how quickly she seemed to change her mind. He wasn’t sure exactly how their conversation went, but he knew he had Jazz to thank for this.
“That sounds perfect.”
The two of them stayed up all night discussing their future, emptying the bottle of wine around midnight, and falling asleep on the couch shortly after. The next morning, Monae was awakened by the sound of JJ knocking on the door. She opened her eyes to see they had somehow made it to the bed and smiled picturing him carrying her while she slept peacefully in his arms. M’Baku stirred next to her and stretched as she got up to answer the door.
“What’s up baby?” she asked him, still groggy and voice cracking as she adjusted M’Baku’s t-shirt she was sleeping in...that she also did not have on when she fell asleep.
“I’m hungry, it’s late.”
Monae looked at the time and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, “How is it already 10:30?!”
M’Baku made breakfast again while Monae rushed to get herself and their son ready for their trip. When JJ started folding his clothes to pack in his suitcase, Monae stopped him, having forgotten that he didn’t know the plan yet. She noticed he was moving slow and looked a little sad.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m gonna miss it here.”
“You like being with your baba?”
He sniffled and a tear rolled down his cheek. It was at that moment that she knew she had made the right decision.
“JJ...honey...mommy and baba have something to tell you,” she looked to M’Baku right as he walked in the door, filling the entire frame with his body. He sat on the bed on the other side of JJ and pulled him into his lap while Monae grabbed his little hands in hers.
“What is it?” he sniffled again as M’Baku wiped his tears.
“We’re going home today, but we’re coming back...we’re gonna move here to be with baba.”
JJ’s face lit up and he stopped crying. “Really?!”
“Yes, really,” M’Baku chuckled as he tickled his son, making his infectious laughter ring out once again.
“But what about Auntie Jazz?”
“It’ll be just like before, we can go visit her or she can come visit here.”
“But I thought you didn’t like the cold?”
Monae sighed as M’Baku stifled a laugh. “I don’t, but a Jabari man stole my heart and we made a little Jabari that belongs in the mountains with his people. I’ll adjust.”
“So...we’re really moving?” The hopeful look on his face made both his parents smile.
“Yes,” she laughed, “we’re really moving.”
“I have to tell Hasina and Hasani!” he jetted off to find his beads. They were programmed without most of the normal features so that he and his cousins could talk anytime they wanted to, and sure enough he immediately spilled the beans to the twins despite the fact that they would be seeing each other in an hour’s time. As they chatted, Monae and M’Baku grabbed the few things they would actually need for the week they would be gone and in no time flat, they were ready to go.
“Is that everything?” M’Baku asked as the family of three travelled to the small jet that would take them down to the palace. It was a gloomy, overcast day and the two parents tried to not let it affect their moods as JJ said goodbye to his grandma. Neither wanted to say goodbye, even though they both knew it was temporary. Any time apart felt like a lifetime.
“I think so, but we’ll be back so it’s fine.”
“I love hearing you say that,” he leaned in and kissed her.
They arrived at the palace and they were greeted by the royal family again, minus N’Jadaka who had gone back to Oakland a few days ago.
The cousins immediately gravitated towards each other and started chatting away as the adults did the same.
“We heard from a couple little birdies that you’re moving here. What changed?” Nakia asked.
“I had to be sure...but I’m sure now.”
“Well dear, it seems you have made the right choice,” Ramonda motioned behind them and the two of them turned around to see the three kids play fighting. “I know M’Baku must be happier than a hippo in the Nile.”
“He is,” she beamed, “and honestly I am too. I was scared, but it’s like as soon as I said ‘I’ll stay’ my worries just disappeared. I knew it was the right thing to do.”
M’Baku, Shuri, and T’Challa joined them and the two men put their arms around their loves.
“Are you ready?” M’Baku whispered to her.
“Yes,” she giggled at his breath tickling her ear.
“Enough of that, she’ll be back in a week,” Shuri playfully ribbed them and everyone laughed.
“But that is so long-“
“Five years, M’Baku.”
He conceded with a kiss and the group meandered towards the jet where Okoye and Ayo already awaited them.
Monae and JJ turned and said their goodbyes, leaving M’Baku for last.
He knelt down to JJ’s level and pulled something from his pocket before placing it around JJ’s neck. It was a wood bead necklace with a small hand-carved gorilla pendant.
“It’s just like yours!”
“That is right, igorila encinci.”
JJ threw his arms around M’Baku’s neck and M’Baku hugged him tight.
“I love you, baba.”
“I love you too, Jabari.” he held him close and a tear almost came to his eye at hearing those words for the very first time.
“Do you love mommy?”
Both parents smiled as M’Baku stood to his full height, carrying a giggling JJ with him.
“I love you and your mommy more than anything else in this world,” he said, looking into her eyes. He leaned in for a chaste kiss and she obliged, making JJ giggle at their display before Monae reached out and started tickling him, really giving him something to laugh about.
“We’ll see you in a week?”
“I will be here,” he kissed both of their foreheads before they walked up the stairs and onto the ship.
T’Challa and Shuri came up on either side of M’Baku as he waved at them before the Talon shimmered out of view as it went through the dome. He let out a sigh and everyone could see the dopey smile lingering on his face.
“Someone’s happy,” Shuri nudged him in his side and it broke him from his daze.
“Very.” He turned to the king, “Thank you.”
“For the ship? It is no problem, really-”
“No, for sending me to Oakland. I hated the idea of going, but I never would have met Monae otherwise...so thank you for not letting me talk you out of it.”
“You were never going to talk me out of it...but you’re welcome.”
T’Challa clapped M’Baku on the shoulder as he turned to go inside with the rest of the family.
“You coming?” Shuri asked M’Baku.
“In just a moment.”
She nodded and followed behind her brother, leaving M’Baku alone, staring up at the sky.
“Hanuman, Ancestors,” he started, “thank you for blessing me with the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins. Thank you for allowing me to be in my child’s life. Thank you for leading me to Monae, and thank you for her choosing me over Damon. I have no words to express the depths of my gratitude, thank you just does not seem like enough...but that is all I have right now, so thank you, thank you, thank you. Please, keep them safe on this journey and bring them back to me.”
Just then, the clouds moved out of the way and the sun poked through for the first time all day.
“Glory to Hanuman,” M’Baku praised before he turned and walked back into the palace with a huge, goofy smile on his face, content in knowing his family would return to him soon.
The end.
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The Devil Is In The Detail
This is a story of abused power, of divine authority and the institutionalised evil and devils earning their wings for doing it. Background check: I grew up in the Catholic institution at a time of transition. Priests and nuns were being replaced by educated citizens within the school system and whilst the head of our school was a priest and some classes were still taught by dog collars, they were outnumbered and gone by the time I graduated. The purge had already happened in larger cities and our rural community resisted the change for far too long. Our school was once a college devoted solely to theology, putting white collars on young sons of farmers who could not afford an education and didn’t fancy the farming life, which would have otherwise been their only option. The college would be downgraded to an all boys private boarding school where they taught European superiority, latin, and the sciences of the great bearded architect in the sky. The priests didn’t relent their hold on power easily and they would have remained in power had it not been for a terrible event which forced them to step down from their posts.
When the abandoned nunnery at the back of the building was destroyed in a fire, the authorities on the scene uncovered the bones of children buried between the walls. It made the headlines of course, but further details were never made public and it remains unknown if the scene was ever investigated by officials. The rubble was swept under the rug quickly and a giant greenhouse sealed the grounds within months. Few people remember this. I asked the city for archives. The official word is that the nunnery was replaced by a greenhouse at such and such date. A matter of fact.
I remember because my father was a teacher there. All the local children went to public school but I had to go to this horrible private school because my father was a proud man. My father kept every newspaper clipping which mentioned his holy school, good or bad. After the fire and the horror exposed, my father reassured me with his favourite fit-all quotes: it-is-what-it-is, things-were-different-back-then, what-god-wants-god-gets. Such apathy did not come from his mother.
My gran fell in love with a white lumberjack, losing the respect of the Métis community who raised her, and her official status as first nation on her wedding day because of the ruling patriarchy. I loved my kokum (Michif for grandmother) and she loved me the most. I spent whole summers at her house. By that time, following her husband’s death, she had moved up North to be with her ageing siblings, far away from where my father lived, up steep hills and through man-made forests of towering twigs that magically grew from barren land. You never heard the song of a bird in those woods. A deer couldn’t walk between the pine trees and the sun-deprived ground offered no sustenance for the smaller animals that could, but the desolate landscape eventually opened up onto a great lake crowned by dozens of identical houses and a tall church spire. I never felt more at home anywhere else and that says a lot about my father’s home.
She had two surviving sisters and a brother for neighbours. We’d be together every day, sharing a meal or a song around a fire whenever possible. Between them, Koko (nickname for my kokum) was the only grandmother. The joy on their face when I arrived and their sadness when I left will always be imprinted in my memory whenever I think of them. When I hear about the residential schools scandal, I remember their own story of loss and grief, but I also remember their prayers to baby Jesus, the virgin Mary and the holy ghost. They all told me that I looked like baby Jesus and that one-day-without-a-doubt the Holy Mother would appear to me.
A colonised people converted to Christianity and made to suffer by the church they worship. It puzzles me still. I wish I had had the opportunity to ask them how could they keep faith in their tormentors?
I hear about institutionalised racism. Looking back in history, I see something far worse: institutionalised evil. Whilst the Catholic residential schools in Canada made it their mission to whitewash First Nations, the same systematic evil happened in Ireland where a sea of unmarked little shallow graves flows through holy grounds. These were the innocent children of the Irish nation. Orphans or sons and daughters from dirt-poor families.
The forest for the tree.
Colonisation, missionaries, conversion. It’s still happening today. Christian aid feeding a set-menu of bible and porridge to poor nations where there is no alternative.
I loved being outside with Koko and her siblings more than spending time inside their home. There were crucifixes in every room above doors and tables. In the bedroom where I slept, at the foot of the bed hung an illustration of the virgin Mary and the holy son sitting on a golden throne at the edge of a river of fire filled with distorted bodies. I remember how serene Mary and Jesus looked overseeing a sea of agonising souls. A perfect portrait of apathy. I remember the twisted eyes and mouths of the unholy. Above my head was a painting of Jesus holding his heart in one hand. A heartless man with a Mona Lisa smile. I always averted his roaming stare but I felt it piercing my flesh and pricking the marrow of my shivering bones.
Koko and her family told me about the horrors of the church before heeding the toll of the bells and kneeling at the pews for an hour every day during which time I collected crayfish by the lake for our supper. I’ll never know Koko’s reason for not forcing me to go to church with them, but I’d hazard a guess. I only wish I knew how they could kneel before this priest who later retired following a child-abuse scandal of his own.
No, these were not different times – empathy and love are not new virtues! Fear the leader of people who has the power to absolve his own sins. Good would never appoint evil as its servant.
(...)
Jesus-Christ-on-a-popsicle-stick – I need a coffee.
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👨🍳# FOODIE👨🍳
#Foodie, Part 1
Summary: Something happening in Easter Hills. Something that effecting everyone under the surface. Could this just be a phase a trick that no one can shack off? Is this something that will pass with another or can we all be heading for destruction
Declaimer: #Foodie has some curse words, use and mention of drugs, and roadkill. Also, I do have dyslexia so be easy with me!!!
A/N:So who would think after doing a love story I go be switching it up to some sci-fi. Let me know what you think or want to be added to the taglist. Or simple to sit my butt down and stop with the dramatics xoxo Tia
Word Count: 6,336
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I wish I could remember what it was. Could it be the color of the sky, how tall the grass starts to grow in Mr. Jackson ranch-style house across the street, or maybe it was the air? The way the breeze would flow dance across the sky. I wish I can tell you. Even now even after so many months that have passed, I don't remember. One thing I do know is it started Columbus Day weekend. It was it at once and maybe that why no one realizes it till it was too late. I wish I was stronger maybe I could have done something. Then again who am I kidding?
The seasons have changed but I could still remember the rush I felt when I pelted my way down my street cracked concerted road. I did not have much control in my life but bike rides were all mine. Tomorrow was finally gonna be the day I been waiting for months for. He was finally coming back to me. As I turn into the parking lot of Easter Hills High it was already a full parking lot. The next song started to play when I saw a familiar face across the parking lot surrounded by a group of posters and zombies. Have you ever thought about your soul - can it be saved?
Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave. I was still playing when tossing over my beat-up backpack over a shoulder.
" What you barbie slut" voice that belongs to the center of the crowd's attention.
Janet was a type of girl that was born pretty and perfect. I always wonder how we became friends. She tells me it is because the sun always needs the moon and stars. I tell her I am nothing but a black hole. There was a time was little I thought maybe there was more to that but after a kiss under the stars, I was lost with the dyer fear of losing her. So we just became what we are now the infinite duo. Her red ginger hair dance with the cool Midwestern breeze as her Mona Lisa's lips playfully move with each word drew more and more people closer and closer.
" Space cadet stuck in orbit again huh" Janet said with her hand on her hip. I smiled with crimson color coming across my cheeks as I close the gap between us too.
"Sorry. Just nerves. Can we talk before homeroom J" I asked not paying anyone around us any attention. I already knew what the whispers were about the same thing it always is why. She crocks her pear shape face to the side and her hazel eyes stare into my brown ones. That was another thing we just got each other. She was the fun bi sexual goddesses I was just me the girl who happens to have gotten lucky.
Without a word, she licks her lips then places two fingers in her mouth to make a V and whistle for her things which a freshman was holding her. After a simple wink and kiss on the cheek to that freshman, she walks off with us being hand and hand to our spot.
I look around before sitting on the swing and watch as she pops a few of her mom Dextromethorphan like it was a mint. With a big smile, she jumps onto the swing and kick back her feet and smiled. I wish I was like her ability to be free able to kick back and not care but I never was given that ability given that chance. Her long hair moves with her back and forth as she sings Katy Perry off-key.
" Thank I, huh I been thinking. I think I'm ready to you know with KP" I blur out with my hands cling to the chains for my life. My eyes close shut till I was seeing rainbow loading wheels across my eyes sight. SLAP " What the hill billy hell. That hurt" I said opening my eyes wide and rub my thigh. Janet shook her head and look like me I had 101 heads attach to my head.
" Issac. Are you shitting me right now" Janet said now standing in front of me. Her hazel eyes twinkle with the sun.
I slowly roll my bottom lip thought my teeth a few times before I look up at her like a kid who had her hand in the cookie jar with chocolate all over my face. She got closer and stop me so I have to look at her. I hated how she gets me to talk when I was not ready to. I dazed out to pass her to the tall grass that sways with the wind. Right before that was a raccoon who has been a sacrifice to the roadkill gods.
" Yes. We have been together for three half years and I'm gonna be 18 in a few months. I don't want to lose him. I mean he already talks about marriage and stuff. How we are meant to be with one another. Him in the war what if he does not make it. Next time. I am just thinking about it. I never do anything. Janet Florence Bates. Either I am too chicken scraps about it or I can die. I am so sick of living out in this world in a bubble" I said finally looking to those Friday afternoon hazel eyes.
She nods and took my hands. Rubbing her white french tip thumb against my skin she brought it up to her heart. " One thing I wish I did was to wait. Remember when we were in seventh grade and I dared to do seven minutes in heaven with Derek Miller. You told me that I was still worth the universe no matter what. Do-" She was cut off with the sound of the second bell. " Shit I need to see Popi before class. Tell them I am using the bathroom and oh it that time of the month" Janet said over her shoulder as she ran over to find her girlfriend.
" I said that last week J" I shout out.
Walking backward Janet thought about it, " He doesn't know how a woman body works". I laugh as I made my way down the busy streets also know as the hallways.
I just made it with a second to spare. Taking a deep breath in I nod to the teacher went to my seat. Putting my backpack on the desk to make a pillow I lean my head on it and look out the window. The once busy parking lot was empty with no one. Corner of my eyes I saw some movement. For a second look like I saw a squirrel eating the dead raccoon. Its fur was cover in a bit blood on its paws and tail. Getting up from I walk over to the window. Still watching the squirrel.
" MISS. SMITH. SIT DOWN FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS" the teacher said taking her out her trance. Giggles and fingers were pointing as I look around. mouth sorry and ease back into my seat look down at my hands. Moments later Janet rush in with a huge smile on her face, She stays upfront to flirt with the teacher taking his glasses and rolling it in her mouth as she explains the female privates. Buzz Buzz.
Mi Amor: Hav fun in school. I see you tomorrow bae. IYL
I look up and suppressed a greedy smile.
Me: Can not wait. xxx.
I smiled and glance outside. The squirrel was gone but so was most of the raccoon. My curl drop in front of my face. My eyes wide as I look around it was not even ten minutes how did that happen. It is only your mind. After trying to calm my nerves I settle and got ready for the day. The thing about going to school in a dead zone is not much happening each day is the same. The coolest thing we had to happen was when Sally Maxfield got fifth place in the nearby town beauty competition. We were the one place the devil probably send folks as a line of torture. Everyone knew each other and marries one another. Grow old have kids work the same jobs your parents or neighbor had. Just so happen my parents two of the coolest jobs. Mother was assistant to the mayor and my dad work as a scientist that was a station out here. They move here when they got married I still do not get that. Nose deep in my latest novel off my four pages list. I felt a few pokes on my back.
" Guess what I heard from Paul in six periods of American History. Looks like the old hag bit the dusk and they just found her body this morning. Guess what with just her body and her 20 cats. God Issac if I end up anywhere close to that kill me" Janet said pulling out her lunch, sushi, and flavor water.
" Lunch looks smaller than last week. Another diet J. I do not know why you do that your perfect" I said pulling out my lunch with a sigh. Janet peak over at me and my silver can lunch box cover in bumper stickers. Janet rolls her eyes and sips her cool water. I took out my lunch: a bottle of filter water, steal tight thing of organic crackers, dried up fruits, and a mystery meal ( as my mom called it). She stops mid-chew and looks at me with doubt and wonder.
" What that" Janet said looking over my lunch. Apart from I wanted to chuckle each day the same thing. Sipping my water I turn to look at her. My legs shielding hers
"It is my lunch crackers fruit. Want some" I said holding out the mystery meal packet
" Wait for a second that fruit. I do not get you. I come with my lunch and you have that. Still, you cover your eyes during the sex parts" Janet asked. My smile got bigger as I nod. Her face still in disbelief.
" Yes. Because I will like to live till my 18 birthday. J. Do not forget the ice cream birthday cake, spaghetti, banana nut bread, or many other times I chance it" I said turning back to the table Janet always got me to throw reasoning away.
" Just be careful that it looks like it will attack you alright. Space cadet" Janet said poking at my lunch to see if it moved. I wish to chance it was a luxury for me but never is, I will never be normal and for that, I am the envy of everyone. The problem goes down to the simple fact of an allergy I have a very rare very troublesome allergy, Eosinophilic Gastrointestinal Disorder. Long story short think of anything fun and add a 99% chance I can die of it.
" God damn it. Did you hear me? The last two periods we going on some field trips to the Coast Forrest for science today" Janet said wiping her mouth. Nodding I look at my half-eaten lunch. "Popi gonna meet us there. She got these new drugs called Trippe that her hook up gave her. I talk her into allowing me to try it with her. Maybe get some others to buy some. It is organic you should try some" Janet said checking her makeup in her little compact mirror. I gentle took a deep breath out and move a few curls behind my ear as I tried to remind Janet again I can not do that. Then she must have seen my thoughts as she pointed to me with her lipstick and said, " It is organic. You eat all that weird shit. What to say that and Trippe are not made of the same shit" Janet said putting her stuff away.
I wanted to tell her no but instead, I said I think about it before she went off to get last night's homework from someone. I loved her with all my heart but sometimes she just did not get me. Crazy how you can love someone with all your heart. Not want anything from it just a simple notion that you will never be alone. Someone that will have your back and would never judge you. No one did but KP ever promises you that.
Mi Amor: I wish you are here. I feel so alone.
I waited a few more minutes for him to reply till I decide he probably was on the plane and could not reach me. Rubbing the back of my neck I close my eyes. God did I need sleep and a bubble bath. Noise rattle my nerves and the never-ending sound of people screaming made me flinched. Jumping up I look around before heading out to the bathroom to finish my lunch. Last year its been like this need want to escape want some time alone. Maybe its fact in a few months I will be graduating. I will be free to be me whatever that was. As my phone alarm ring, I slowly got up from my spot on the floor and got ready to head back before Janet realize I was gone. With my head hanging low I walk over to the sink to flush away any doubt of living any sadness I been feeling. water dripping from my face I look back at my reflection. Brown sugar eyes looking back with my hair full-blown curl thanks to the cold water. My button nose raw from the tears I just finished having. Taking another breath in I grab the end of my dress and rub my face.
The ride to Coast Forrest was roughly 15 minutes long. Janet was sitting next to Popi kissing like horny rabbits and I sat beside them by the window. Popi cool. She wears her hair short blonde with pink tips pixie cut with random drunken mistakes to remind her you only live once and a nose ring with a lip tattoo that said suck it. At first, she did like me worried I was trying to take Janet away till I reassure her what I and Janet have will always be a deep unbreakable friendship and I was happy with KP. Once I asked her if she can do a sharpie tattoo out of pure boredom she grew a flower crown on my wist. Which she now does every time she sees me. My arm the blanket canvas for her crazy thoughts. Colors change as I wave my hands up and down as if I was fish in the open water.
Coming out for air Janet smirk at me and whisper into Popi's ear. With a nod, Popi took out her bag and hand Janet something when no one but me was looking.
" So I heard you might be adventuring out my young grasshopper. Finally going to get some action huh" Popi said sniffing her nose-wiping away the last bit of blow she did before getting on the bus. I peak over to Janet who just whistles and spoke to a random person behind us.
" Maybe. YOYO right" I said licking my bottom lip
" God Smith you something. So fucking cute. little puppet" Popi said pinching my arm.
" Tell her about Trippe baby" Janet added.
" Thanks, angel. Huh, so what my guy told me this is some top-shelf shit. Like the best of the best only take. I am talking mob cartel you name it and its all made on some hippie compound. I am one of the first to have it" Popi pointed out proud of herself. She took one out and handed it to me.
" How do you take it. I never sniff anything before. Or put anything up my butt" I asked curiously.
Janet giggles at my response and hugs over to speak to me without anyone hearing us." From what Popi heard it pretty much either end type of drug but oral tends to work find. The away only thing we want poking you in the but is Kindred Phillip Richards thick long penis" Janet laugh.
It was small and look like something out a Candy land world. The packing was the neon pick with a smiley face with its tongue out and eyes cross out. As I play with it looking at it closer it had a strange symbol on it. Inside the little baggie was a pill shape drug with what looks to be a liquid power inside. While Popi was trying to talk a boy into a threesome with Janet and herself. I snatch a picture on my Polaroid camera and stuff it in my pocket. I look at it once more. It was inviting but apart of me was not sure. Kind of like it was a candy a treat. Last time I tried something Janet said it was alright. I end up in ICU for two months. Everything around her tone out as she kept playing with this drug in her hands. Very own mystery. What made this so special so welcoming. Bring it closer to my nose I let it linger see if I can figure what it was made off. I had a nose for such things. Lana Del Rey plays on my head as I play with it. It was organic maybe it was safe to do it.
" We are here. I have to make a phone call. So just take a paper and start feeling it out" Mr. Lopez said. He was probably going to scream at his soon to be ex-wife who ran off with their younger babysitter last week.
Second, he left everything to reassure. Loud noises left and right. Booming. Popi look at me and took the drug out my hand and gave Janet the nod. Show Time. Janet gave both of use a wink before she swings herself up to stand on the seat Dead Poet Society style. Flipping her hair she screams HEY. Everyone's eyes shift to Janet quite waiting on her hand and foot. With a wolf grind, she grabs up the drug and tosses it up and down in the air.
" Alright shit brains and posers. I got here the upcoming stuff that every one that is hot now is doing. Actors athletes business people and even world leaders. This stuff here is told to make oxy look like a sugar-free candy. This stuff is fully organic and to give you a ride of your life. Once you have it once you never find anything to get you this fuck up ever again. Word around this Trippe would put you on a ride you will never forget So who wanna party" Janet said jumping down to the ground with her hands up above her head. I was the first to clap much sooner then I should of. Most look at me and I turn and look outside at Mr. Lopez on the verge of tears. Everyone was shouting not wanting to be left out wanting in on the mystery on the trend. As Popi passed it out Janet took the money stuffing it into her bra. Till everyone had one. All glee with excitement thrilled to do it.
" Hey, you ready" Janet asked. I look at her and went to grab some money taking out a twenty I slowly hand it to her. They all went to take it and as I am about to take it I stop and shoot up. My breathing got short and I clench to the seat trying to catch it. I felt tears as a minor panic attack was coming ahead. My sight got dizzy and I shock my head crying a silent cry. Janet stops before taking it and looks at me holding tight to my chest.
" I can't I can not take it. I can not take the gamble. J I am so sorry. I wish I could" I said trying to stop the tears. People around me starting to go down on their trip. Some started to laugh like drunken hyenas, a few spaces out like a psychic patient drop on drugs, some were paranoid with a flinch and rest was a mixture of emotions. I slowly got my things together and try to head for the door. An arm stops me and pushes me back down.
" Where are you going. Come on. Amaryllis. It alright. Just do it" Janet said shoving it into my face. I shook my head no and push it away. I look around everything was spinning.
" I can not do that. You know I can die Janet " I plead to her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Walking back to Popi she said something to her as I stood still rubbing my arm looking at the ground.
"You are full of bullshit. Issac. Why is it one second your talking about fucking your boyfriend and next to your acting like a little kid? Is this thing you have any real or is it all fake just like you"Janet hissed. I knew she was already high from whatever she was doing but the words still hurt. It made everything hurt ten times more.
Without speaking I shook my head and left the bus. I had to get as far as I could before the tears came down. I tried KP once again but no answer. I don't know how far I was got before I finally stop. Green was cover everywhere like a sea of green. I slowly drop to my knees and allow my hands to become one with nature. I lean back and breathe. Rubbing my hands from the tip of my head across my neck down to my sides. My eyes fill with tears glitter flowing around. I calm myself with words of encouragement. I turn my head to see a few deer and bears running away passed me. Stopping I slowly got up to my feet and look around. I did not hear any birds no bugs. I stalked over where they were running from till I saw it. A dead deer laying in a bed of white flowers. That was not what scared me it was rabbits eating away the deer. It fills me with fear and dread. I slowly step back to I am far enough to run. I ran an ran till I hit a branch. As the visions slowly started to fade images of the dead animals came to mind on repeat. I should have known that was only the beginning
Rain and the distant sounds of voices woke me up. The ground was wet and droplets kept falling into my face. Everything was fuzzy and for a second I forgot where and how I got where I am at. Taking a second in I slowly got to my feet thanks to a tree nearby. The voices got louder and I slow recognized it as Mr. Lopez. How long have I been out?
Licking my lips I call out where I was. Till I saw a flashlight beaming into my face. Covering my eyes with my hand the footsteps grew closer and closer.
" God. Miss. Smith. Where have you been I been looking everywhere? For you. I am so sorry. I thought you were on the bus then when we got back I did not see you and your mom called the cops. We have been looking for you for a few hours" Mr. Lopez said smoothing the hair out my face.
Holding onto him tight I cried into the crook of his neck not letting go of his green polo shirt that was too small and a bit skin would peak out. But I did not care I was scared. He slowly helps me stable myself and ushers me to the rest of them. There was a small crowd with flashlights. A woman with fair skin that complements her tall thin body with piercing blue eyes ran towards throw the crowd calling out my name with a man espresso skin and dark short black hair and fitted glasses.
" Amaryllis. My baby" Mom called out as the space between us got smaller. I left Mr. Lopez behind and ran into my mom's arms muffling my cries with her long black hair. I could hear her say thank you to Mr. Lopez but I did not move. I do not remember making it home.
I did not remember anything till I was laying in my twin size bed bundle under my warm blue glitter comforter in one of KP old football jersey. I did not hear from Janet and no one from the class was there looking. I would say I was hurt but the words she said still sting.
" Hey, Amaryllis. Its dad I am coming in" Dad said coming in.
I turn my head to see him walking in with an old antique tray with two small teacups. I slowly got up and look at him with a sad smile. Daddy always knew when it was tea time.
" Thanks, dad. Sorry for carrying you and mommy" I said bring my knees to my chest. He smiled and play with my hair in his hands.
" What happen kiddo. What made you run off like that " He asked. I wish I could tell the truth wish I can give him the full story. But to do that I will put more people in trouble and danger then I will want. So like every time before I lied.
" The kids said something. I did not agree. I went off to take pictures when I trip and fell. I am so sorry" I said looking into the teacup.
" Promise you will never let anyone including Janet or Kindred to disrespect you. Make you feel little" Dad said drinking the tea. I nod and stay quiet as he started to talk about his newest discovery.
The next couple of days I stayed home after my blood work came back off from stress. I hide away from everyone only speaking to my mom, dad, and text and phone calls from KP. I planned not too obsessed but by day two of my week off, I look and look till my finger got numb of Janet and Popi social media. Folks in Easter Hills, New Mexico wasn’t smart. From what was a bus of 25/30 of my peers slowly becoming the whole school in a matter of days. Everyone praising about Trippe. If it was not about that stupid drug it was dead inside pictures of Janet smiling or as of Thursday at 4:36 pm food. I thought about speaking to her but each time by the second ring I hang up.
Mrs. Ethan was the town vet and all-around queen of gossip. We both have a love to talk about the endless amount of facts and news around the world. She had a job and a life I admire minus the gossip and heavy wine drinking. Today she was allowing me to take the lead of performing an emergency C section on a third-place local star Bichon Frise Mr.Fuzzy Bear.
“ Now Issac remembers gentle across right there till your right here” Mrs. Ethan said standing beside me as I slowly made the incision across the lower abdomen. After each step, I ask a few questions and checking everything I was doing was right.
Inside Mr. Fuzzy Bear after the chew toy was this strange clear like glitter goo. I reach down and look at his pupils which were highly diluted for the meds with gave him to sleep. Mrs. Ethan was taking care of some paperwork in her office so I grab a few test tubes and draw a bit of blood. Nothing is more important than checking all your boxes. After I scoop out all the strange goo out of him I stitch him up and put him in a cage for later.
“ Yes thank you. Oh yes. I will be coming that way on the fifth of next month. Thank you let me know when you got the payment” Mrs. Ethan said. After the end of the call, she spins in her chair kicking and cheering out loud.
“ Found some blurry treasure. Mrs. Ethan” I said leaning by the doorway with my legs cross one another.
“ Yes. A seller I know in New York came across a set of six large 1970s green glass Italian Chianti bottles. Only roughly 3,000. He gonna hold it for me for two weeks. Huh heaven, Issac heaven” She said full of glee.
“I thought you just like expensive wine ?” I asked. She once shows me her prize-winning collection of wine in her underground cellar with over 50,000 dollars worth. Even my parents were impressed which is a very hard thing to do.
“ Yes. But honey a girl can never have too many toys and finer things in life. Like that boy toy of yours. Seeing him soon right” Mrs. Ethan said with a wink. Before I could tell her anything she ways already on the phone to give the good news to her husband. I would have told her after my dad ban any date night I have not seen KP yet well besides the two times he hike up the side of the house to my window to cuddle with me or how I cried into his arms one night about how rude Janet was to me.
School felt different from the week I missed. Was it the scent in the air the vibe that was off. Something that did not fit right. Mr. Lopez was the 1st to check on me which I could not hear much of because people were talking about Trippe or what was for lunch. Even Mr. Lopez who acts like no one noticed had a neon pink little baggie poking out from his briefcase.
Me: Save me I feel I jump fell right into the Twilight Zone.
Mi Amor: Baby lmao. I am sure its nothing.
Me: Ur right. Thnx xx I have lunch wish me good luck.
I pulled tight to my backpack and pull right through the double metal doors. I put a lot more effort today in what I look like out of my dresses and overalls with a pair of baby blue flared jeans with a thick black melt and a red long sleeve crop top that wasn’t one from it being two sizes too big. The lines on for food were three times longer than usual. And there wasn’t much talking like there usually is. I just did not feel like the Easter Hills High that I been going to for four years now. What made it more strange seeing Janet hunch over like she was a prisoner. Her hair wasn’t done like it usually is. Flat and lifeless and she has dark bags under her eyes. Worried was not the word for it. There wasn’t one.
“Hey J. Long time no see huh pickle breathe” I said kicking a pretend rock with my black velvet Superga platform sneakers. Janet did recognize me at first no one did. So I got closer and poke her shoulder a few times. By the fifth poke she grips tight to finger so tight I was starting to feel some pain.
“ God Jesus saint Janet. Stop your hurting me” I shouted. Everyone stops and looks at us. She slowly let go of my finger when she saw the pain in my eyes. She grabs a bottle and ran out. I called and ran after her like the good little kitten I was.
“ JANET WAIT WAIT UP” I shouted running after her.
“ Sorry okay. I did not mean to hurt you. Issac” Janet said looking down at the ground. I shook my head and came up to her and lifted her chin up so she can look at me. At first look, her eyes look like how Mr. Fuzzy Bear’s eyes looked. Glazed over.
“Hey no. I am worried about you. Is everything okay? Did you and Popi get into a fight?” I tried to say but halfway my voice started to crack. We had this way and something was telling me something was wrong. “ Janet. I am worried about you and what this magnesium. Janet, maybe we should ta-” I was cut off by Janet.
“ Look I was a 90s bitch to you. And I screwed up. I hated that I said those things. The week you were gone and we did not talk suck. But I and Popi are fine and if I don’t go now I won’t be able to take some Trippe before classes. And it is no big deal it is just a short cut. I call you later” Janet said then ran off. Something was not right and I knew no one but me was going to be able to figure it out.
#foodie#food#gormet#scifi#science fiction#short story#high school#drugs#isolation#anxiety#aesthetic#moodboard#story board#trippy#grunge#pale#fiction#young adult#aesthetics#fantasy
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19, 25, 34 (A playlist for calling vengence down upon those who have wronged you) and 62??
19. A song that gets you through shit
“i’m not okay (i promise)” by mcr, surprising nobody lmao
25. A song that makes you feel alive
“screwed” by janelle monae
34. Can you give me a 10 song playlist on calling vengence down upon those who have wronged you
“blackout” by aviva, “lemonade” by tsunami bomb, “demons” by sleigh bells, “murder was the case that they gave me” by leathermouth, “fire” by delta rae, “seven devils” by florence + the machine, “dormant” by darren korb, “the perfect parts” by shakey graves, “your funeral my trial” by nick cave and the bad seeds, and “totentanz” by liszt
62. A song that needs to be played LOUD
"dead!” by mcr
#sorry it took me so long to answer this!#and thanks for the ask!!!#seraphinarosewood#asked and answered
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Artifact Series L
L. Ron Hubbard's "E-Meter" Electropsychometer
La Volpe's Cowl
The Lady from Shanghai's Mirror Maze
Lady Godiva's Saddle
Lady Jane Grey's Necklace
Lady Liberty Lighter *
Lady Lovibond
Lady Macbeth's Candle
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Journal
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Tulip Bulbs
Lady Saigō's Kimono
Laelaps
Laika's Harness
Lake Peigneur Diamond Drill Bit
Lamassu Statue
Lambert Simnel's Leggings
Lamp from Chicago Pile-1
Lampshade of Psychic Power *
Lance Armstrong's Trek Bicycle
Lantern from the Courrières Mine *
Lanterns from the Tillamook Rock Light
Laozi's Calligraphy Brush
Lara Croft's Holsters
Larry Walters' Lawn Chair
Las Vegas Atomic Skillet
Las Vegas Strip Neon Signs
Lascaux Cave Paintings
The Last Straw *
Laszlo Toth’s Hammer
Latasha Harlins' Two Dollar Bill
Late Schoolbus
Lauging Baby's Highchair
Laughing Moai
Laundry Basket from 'The Merry Wives Of Windsor'
Laura Bassi's Sample of Water
Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Schoolhouse
Laurel and Hardy’s Hats
Laurence Shirley's Noose*
Lawrence Joseph Bader's Eyepatch
Lawrence of Rome’s Gridiron
Lawrence Welk's Accordion
Lazare Ponticelli’s Shoebox
Lazarus of Bethany's Grave Clothes
Leatherface's Chainsaw
Leather Strap from the First Iron Spike Chair
LeBron James' Headband
Lee Harvey Oswald's Handcuffs
Lee Harvey Oswald's Rifle
Lee and Marina Oswald's’ Wedding Rings
Lee Morgan's Trumpet
Lee Travis' Fedora
Leena's Bed and Breakfast Painting *
Leendert Hasenbosch’s Tent
Left 4 Dead Survivor Clothing
Left Arm of the Statue of Fergus Mor
Left Handed Whopper Wrapper
Leg Lamp
Legalese-Forcing Desklamp *
Leif Erikson's Helmet
Lemuel Gulliver's Ship Wheel
Lenape Tribe's Cloak and Artifacts of Nature *
Leon Herrmann's Sword and Playing Cards *
Leon Panetta's Projector *
Leonarda Cianciulli's Cake Shovel
Leonardo Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa"
Lenoard A. Funk Jr's Thompson Submachine Gun
Leonard Smith's TV *
Leonardo da Vinci's Gargoyle *
Leonardo da Vinci's Notebook
Leonhard Rauwolf’s Herbarium
Leonidas' Cestus
Leonid Telyatnikov's Firefighter Gloves
Leroy Brown's Coat
Leslie and John Morton's Morgue Sheet
Leslie Scott's Jenga Blocks
Lev Termen's First Theremin
Levi Strauss's Original Pair of Jeans
Levitating Gurney
Lewis Carroll's Looking Glass *
Lewis Nixon's Pistol
Lewis Powell’s Pickaxe
Li Bai’s Rosewood Wall Panels
Li Ching-Yuen's Bowl
Li Zicheng’s Shackles
Liberace's Candelabra
Liberty Bell Ruby
Licking Dog Collar
Life Replenishing Clock
Lighter
Lightning Rod from Banqiao Dam
Lillian Russell's Evening Gloves
Lily Tomlin's Rocking Chair
Lilo & Stitch Experiment Pod Container
Linda Lovelace's Bathing Suit
Linda Hazzard's Wardrobe
Linda's IrisPhone
Lindsay Broom's Fozzie Doll
Ling Lun’s Bamboo Flute
Lin Zexu's Trunk
Linda Hazzard's Wardrobe
Lion Country Safari Park Sign
The Lion man of the Hohlenstein Stadel
Lippershey-Janssen Telescope
Lisa del Giocondo's Teeth
Lisa Howard's Press Pass
Liss Seltzer Bottle
Little Mac's Boxing Gloves
Little Match Girl's Box of Matches
Liu Ji’s Fire Lance
Liu Pengli's Hanfu Hat
Liu Ziye's Tanto
Lizzie Borden's Dress
Lizzie Borden's Compact *
Lloyd Loar's Mandolin *
Lloyd Olsen's Axe & Mike the Headless Chicken's Head
Lobengula’s Assegai
Locker 837 from Columbine High School
Lockheed SR-71 "Blackbird"
Locust-Summoning Dog Whistle *
Locusta’s Vials
Lon Chaney Jr.'s Makeup Kit
Lone Ranger's Mask
Lonely Christmas Ornaments *
Long Island War Trumpet
Loki's Feather Cape
Lon Chaney's Makeup Box
Lonnie Johnson's Original Super Soaker
Loránd Eötvös' Torsion Balance
Lord Alfred Tennyson's Cracked Mirror
Lord Byron’s Cloak
Lord Zedd's Staff
Lorena Bobbitt's Knife
Lorenzo Ghiberti’s Bronze Panel
Lorne Acquin's Tire Iron
Lottery Ticket, Circa 1950s
Lottie Dod's Tennis Racket
Lotus Incense Burner
Louis I, Duke of Orléans' Torch
Louis XIV's Silverware Forks *
Louis Agassiz's Iron Auger
Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte III's Candelabras
Louis B. Mayer's Desk and Chairs
Louis Braille's First Braille Book
Louis Braille's Leather Awl
Louis Chevrolet's Crank Handle
Louis Chevrolet's Helmet
Louis Daguerre's Camera Obscura
Louis Essen's Alarm Clock
Louis Le Prince's Camera
Louis Le Prince’s Film Spools
Louis Pasteur's Beaker
Louis Pasteur's Flask
Louis Pasteur's Milk Bottle *
Louis Prang's Original Christmas Cards
Louis Slotin’s Screwdriver
Louis Vuitton's Suitcase
Louis XIV's Mirror
Louis XIV's Sundial
Louis XIV's Peg Solitaire
Louis the XIV's Scepter
Louis Wain's Cat Collar
Loukas Notaras’ Turban
Lourdes, France Madonna Statue
Lou Reed's Music Transformer Machine *
Lou Reed's Record Player
Love Bead Necklace
Love-In-Idleness Flower
Love Potion No. 9
L. Sprague de Camp's Theodolite
Lu Bu's Battle Armor
Lucius Apuleius' Pet Donkey Hoofs
Lucius Copeland’s Boiler
Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus’ Plow
Lucius Tarquinius Superbus' Stick
Luis Garavito's Walking Stick
Luck Altering Dice
Lucky’s Magical Charms
Lucky Strike Cigarette Tin
Lucretia Garfield's Reading Glasses
Lucrezia Borgia's Comb *
Lucy's Diamonds
Luddite Hammer
Ludger Sylbaris’ Grate
Ludwig II of Bavaria's Cloak
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe's Drawing Board
Ludwig Prandtl’s Airfoil
Ludwig van Beethoven's Clock *
Lugh's Spear
Luigi Galleani's Wagon Wheel
Luigi Galvani's Bio-Electric Wires
Luigi Galvani's Scalpel
Luigi Lucheni's File
Luis María Mendía's Airplane
Luiz Vaz de Torres' Compass
Luke Howard's Barometer
Luke P. Blackburn's Linens
Lully's Staff
Lumiere Brother's Cinematograph *
Lunchlady Hairnet
Lycaon's Ladle
Lyn Robinson's Turtle Shell
Lynette Fromme’s Red Robe
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On Christianity, “Space Traders” & “Dirty Computer”
We all have that something - that little something that we just hold so dear and so close to our hearts. It may be our children, maybe our jobs and careers....Well for me it is God. Others may not agree and that’s fine, we are all entitled to believe what we want, but Jesus is what matters most to me.
Why do I bring this up? Because of who I believe in and because of my general background, I know that I tend to see things in a more spiritual or religious light than the next person. With that being said, I noticed that the films I’ve watched in my African American Studies lectures on Afro-futurism has some interesting parallels among themselves, which is the negative portrayal of Christianity. Now I understand that not everyone is a Christian and I obviously shouldn't expect these artists or writers to be Christian either. And I honestly do not expect them to be. The goal of this blog is just to examine how Christianity is portrayed in these videos because it was one of the things I immediately noticed about the class.
I also understand that Afro-futurism draws from the roots of African Americans which has to include Christianity due to it being an African traditional religion that began when Christianity first began during the time of the Apostles and then erupted in Egypt, North Africa, Sudan, and Ethiopia ( also due to the conversion of many Africans through slavery) . So Christianity will be talked about in Afro Futurism because it is a part of the black experience. I get it, but would still like to discuss the portrayal of Christianity in Derrick Bell’s Space Traders (the film by Cosmic Slop) and Janelle Monae’s “Dirty Computer” .
Probably more overtly seen in Space Traders, is the portrayal of Christianity as being a worthless agent for change. In the coalition scene we see a plethora of people who have banded together to figure out a way to keep the black people on Earth. Many have ulterior motives but that aside, the main black character tries to tell everyone how to vote and the pastor basically roasts this man to his grave. The mass decides to leave involuntarily and then bands together to sing a hymn.
What’s interesting is that true faith when mixed with action has the ability to create change - Martin Luther King is a testament to that and we even hear it in James 2:14-26 that faith without works is dead. However, in the film, their singing and banding together seems way more traditional ( you know give a good show and get people in their feelings type of traditional) than transformative. It seemed like a critique of the Church’s ability to band everyone together under it’s influence but fail to do anything about the world we’re living in (which I do agree with for MANY of the churches today - not all). In the end, there is no change and the black people get taken anyway.
More obscurely, in the opening scenes of “Dirty Computer” we see Janelle Monae in this futuristic, totalitarian, robotic society. She’s being wheeled into this room to have her memories erased and as she is being wheeled in to the room, the camera focuses on one of her tattoos. It’s a figure dying on a cross. One would naturally expect to see a figure of a man on the cross to represent the atoning death of Jesus Christ but instead one sees a naked woman on the cross. The focus on this tattoo is important because it sets the tone for how one sees the rest of the movie. If one see the woman on the cross as a symbol of black women being the Messiah or even Monae herself, then the rest of the film is interpreted as a sort of celebration that Monae is the savior of herself, her friends and those of the LGBT community from this restrictive society.
However, if one interprets the woman on the cross to be a mockery of Christ and Christianity, then the rest of the movie is interpreted as being a breaking away from/ resistance of what is perceived to be the dominant norm, which due to the fact that a Cross has been introduced in the first 5 minutes of the film, is Christian beliefs. (Also due to the fact that Monae’s Album cover is similar to many paintings of “white Jesus?” [ Jesus was Jewish y’all ] with the tell tale halo surrounding her head). If one takes the latter view, as I immediately did when I saw the cross, then Christianity in my opinion is being demonized by Monae as restrictive, full of hatred and control - especially for the LGBT community and Monae is declaring herself/her character to be a sort of savior from that. Which would be understandable in today’s time as America is now shifting away from the bible and entering a more liberal society.
These portrayals are interesting and worthy of being contemplated and as I continue with future lectures and viewing, I’ll be looking forward to examining more portrayals in order to understand the different roles Christianity seems to play in different Afro-futuristic art pieces. Overall the course has been enjoyable in that it awakens new levels of thought in many ways, especially for those who never knew Afro futurism was a thing (*cough* me) and those who aren’t familiar with Afro-futuristic art (*cough* me again).
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It always starts the same.
The twenty-second Sun of the Third Umbral Moon. The night she left the Lavender Beds.
The daughter of the Shroud returns, and the Shroud welcomes her back with open arms. The forest understands, and it approves— the sprites surround her, the leaves on the branches of centries, centuries old trees sing her arrival, spread the word far through the blades of grass and the petals of flowers and the tops of the wood. It guides her every step, taking her to the one place she never dared go.
And as she approaches, as her “’venturing shoes” hit the first stepping stone leading up, the world shifts. Her eyes follow the trail until they meet the end, and there she has to face one of her biggest fears. It stands as tall and proud as she remembers it, the soft comforting light flowing from the windows and fighting against the darkness of the night surrounding it. It’s almost as if not a hair has moved out of place since then-- and, hell, maybe it hasn’t. And she starts thinking, “Maybe that means they’re alive. That they survived, and they’re waiting for me. Maybe it’s still our home, and they’ve kept it for me all these years.”
But then, she feels something grab her wrist, and for some reason, she isn’t afraid-- only surprised. Her mind registers it as playful, and she turns to look, brows raised as she finds him attached to the hand that grabbed her. And it’s the same scene-- the details are different, but it’s the same scene. His golden eyes match his golden heart, and their golden bands match and bump together as he smiles at her and interlaces their fingers.
And the sensation surprises both of them; Mona because there’s nothing on her finger, despite her memory telling her there is, and remembering there was one there, and feeling the ghost of what she thought was the rings touching. Lucan because it’s the first time he’s felt it, and she can practically see the way his heart’s racing in the goofy grin he breaks into, and she knows the words that he speaks next like they were written on the back of her hand. Their mouths move in sync, but Lucan’s voice is the only one that comes: “Wow...-- Gonna have to get used to that. Anyway, you comin’, songbird?”
And tears well in her eyes, but she doesn’t remember it. Lucan doesn’t seem to notice it. She looks back to the house, and then back to Lucan. Her other hand clasps over their entwined ones, and the look of desperation in her eyes is immeasurable, she can feel it. And she wants to say Lucan, we have to go back. We won’t be safe out there. We have to stay-- I can’t tell you why, you’ll never believe me, but we have to. You have to believe me. But when she opens her mouth, it’s the same thing she’s always said here, and the same thing she always will say: “... But what if they need me?”
And Lucan chuckles, and he stares at her with nothing but love in his eyes-- the kind of love you see from any dumb kid in love, the naive kind of love, the kind of love that’s young and tells you you’re going to be with someone forever and ever and nothing will ever go wrong as long as you have each other. And he doesn’t seem to notice how distraught she is, because she isn’t-- or she wasn’t, and instead he comes closer, cups her cheek with his free hand and kisses her forehead. And despite everything, her body floods with relief at the feeling, the most intense kind that almost brings her to her knees. And she shakes, and tears fall from her eyes, but she hears him all the same.
“They won’t, Missy. I promise. We won’t be gone long. We’ll be back before they have time to miss us, right?” and she nods, because what else can she do? She looks up at him, and her hand raises to cup the hand on her cheek, and she finds comfort in his gaze. The hand on her cheek moves to grasp her own, leads it down to her stomach, and rests it there. “Besides... I can think of someone else that needs you more right now.”
Her tears flow freely, and she nods slowly, rubbing her thumb gently against the cloth it rest upon. “Well, lead the way then, cap’n. Where ever you go... I go.” she breathes. It’s a whisper. She doesn’t want to say it, but she does. Because she did.
And before they can linger much longer, he’s nodding and moving away, their fingers still entwined as he lead her from the house. “C’mon. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” And she follows, because she has to, because she wants to, and they leave the cottage behind, and it it’s nothing but a memory.
And it feels like suns pass, sennights, moons, as she relives the memory. The trip to the Sanctum, their pilgrimage to the Marks— all over again, they laugh, they explore, they see sights they’d never even dreamed of seeing. She falls in love with La Noscea, and he falls in love with Thanalan. They playfully argue about where they’re going to settle down, their chocobos protesting their raised voices as they trot next to each other, causing their owners to laugh and decide that was it, it’s final, they’ll just have to compromise for the Shroud.
And just the same, they end up back at their quiet place, the odd, abandoned shack beside the broken bridge that watched over a beautiful canyon in La Noscea. They sit and watch the stars, talk about what they’ll do later and other plans for the future. Discuss baby names, decide that they’re not gonna get their hopes up, but they both really want a girl. And at the end of it all, he says the same thing he always does.
“Missy...” he starts, and she knows it’s coming, so all she can do is listen. “I know the future’s hard to predict, but... Gods, I hope we’re together forever.”
And she smiles, and nods. “Yeah... me too. I can’t imagine life without you to mess with.”
And it’s quiet for a beat, and the memory shifts. It’s noticable in the atmosphere, but not enough, it’s never enough. The memory isn’t a memory anymore, but she keeps living it. Because she has to. Because she wants to.
And Lucan gets up, he gets up and walks toward the broken bridge, and he looks at her as he stands at the edge of it. “Anyway, you comin’, songbird?” he calls.
And she recognizes it, so she does; she gets up and she walks to him, and he takes her hand and leads her to the end. They stare down into the dark, empty night of the canyon, unable to see anything past the mist. They stand side by side, and she looks at him, and he looks at her.
“I can think of someone else that needs you more right now.” he mumbles. It doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t have to, because she knows the words, and she understands what he means. She nods, and her words come decidedly.
“Lead the way then, cap’n. Where ever you go...”
He smiles. He nods. And her hand slips from his grasp, and he steps forward, off the edge, into the darkness. And as the silence closes in around Mona, she steps to the edge as well. And her whisper is gentle as she moves her foot out, just before plunging into the darkness after him.
“... I go.”
And with a start, she’s back. Back to reality. Back to her life. Her body. She’s in bed, and she’s panicking— she’s letting out a choked gasp, shooting up from where she lay, scrambling against the sheets and pressing herself hard against the backboard as she clutches her chest. Eyes wide and manic, she searches around the room for something, anything to tell her where she is, who she is, what she’s doing. The room registers as the Inn room she was staying in. As it does, it clicks that she’s okay, and she’s safe, and there’s ground beneath her, and just to make sure, she feels the sheets beneath her with one hand, the other still clutching the ring that hung on a necklace and rested on her chest.
It takes her a while to calm down. She goes through the steps to come down from the initial anxiety attack, but then she’s crying— she’s sobbing, and she can’t stop sobbing. She grabs a pillow and buries her face into it, curled up in the corner of her bed like a scared kid as she cries and cries until her heart can breathe once more. And once it’s come back into control, and she begins to calm down, she assesses the situation. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare. She’s safe, at an inn in Limsa. She’s alone in bed. The room is empty. The night is quiet. She’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.
Belatedly, she realizes why she’s staying at an inn in Limsa. He’s out of town. She took the chance to go on a trip of her own. She scoffs at the thought, sarcastically noting that it’s probably for the best that this happened while she was alone, and not in bed with him.
After some time, and she’s still just staring at the wall, trying to drink in the sounds of the night. The waves lapping at Limsa’s decks and walkways could be heard even faintly from here, and it soothed her, even if only slightly. As she listens, she thinks back on what she remembers of the dream. Only bits and pieces now, but enough. She had to wonder— was it just a product of her own mind, or was Lucan trying to tell her to come home, to go to him, to follow him out?
Minutes pass, then bells.
And, as she gets up from bed and prepares to get dressed, against all common sense and logic, she decides that it’s probably a good idea to visit his grave again.
#birdsong#jus a vent drabble type thing#ive been having a lot of nightmares lately and i had a pretty messed up one last night so#missy gets the ass end of the vent parade <:)#dw it's not important to read or anything it's just if ur curious or bored#like i said its a vent drabble so i just wanted to get it outta my brain#and into comprehensible form#it has to do with missy's past if anyone's interested in that!#also i didnt proofread it or anything so sorry if its a Rough Read
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My Empire on The Graves - Mona Wins [part 13] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1162946177-my-empire-on-the-graves-mona-wins-part-13?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JUSTIMAZINE&wp_originator=FuzpKEhmm6FOikEGBY6uH9EJkMQRQE9Tsv36MkwPgNzuFZnRGU%2B%2Fe68jDaWbuM6k4OahicpoZvlKOkODQkLyLFOJvZHN950fE51frmNWE1WOXlUp73ewlBTdh61Zy28A Andrew Martini is a 25 years old with 6 feet tall height .He is a good looking man with attractive personality. He is the only son of Luca Martini who is Mafia. Luca Martini is quiet famous for his dirty works in country (Italy). Andrew is revenging on his father Luca Martini for his mother death. Luca Martini forcefully keeps her mother and abused her in the name of love. Luca Martini is a paranoid who claimed his mother his own but never married her and also force her to keep a child of him. She commits suicide in her room by cutting her wrist due to the torture of Luca Martini. Andrew was very young when his mother died but he remembers everything. He grew up alone. After his school Andrew go to England for higher study. In six years he completed his study and then starts working in his father company of textile but under table there business is smuggling of drugs. There product imports in many different countries with drugs. In England Luca Martini's very trustworthy man Antonio handle his work who killed by Andrew to destroy the chain in England. Now living in England for 6 years Andrew makes his way back. His sudden comeback back leaves his Father suspicious but he is unaware his son hatred towards him. When Andrew comes back from England he meets a girl name Belle. Belle is a 17 years old school girl whose fate brings her to Andrew way. After some circumstances unknowingly he develops feeling for her but he rejects her until it's too much for him.
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