#lil snippet so there's no riot
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Teddy glances between Ron and Draco before extending his arms towards Ron. Draco’s jaw drops in offence as Ron barks a laugh and takes Teddy out of Harry’s arms, settling back into his seat. Blaise wraps an arm around Ron’s shoulders, watching him and Teddy affectionately.
#lil snippet so there's no riot#teddy just loves his uncle ron :)#ron weasley#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#harry potter#teddy lupin#drarry#blairon#golden trio#silver trio
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wip game: Sharp Objects
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.
Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.
It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee
Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭
As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.
As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.
18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
“That was my fucking bounty.”
You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.
“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.
He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”
“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.
“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.
You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.
Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”
The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.
“You son of a-”
The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it.
Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.
The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?
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#yeah they're gonna have some of that nasty good sex for sure for sure#sharp objects fic#zwei writes#boba fett x reader#fanfic#ask#ask game#wip
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Three Riot Forge games in 2023 lets gooooooooooo
[mouthblabbing under the cut]
The Sylas game is gonna drop earliest this spring!
But sad Chronobreak isn’t gonna come out first since it was announced 3 years ago but that’s prolly a sign that it’s gotta lot of time, love, and work into it?
interesting to me is that the game is titled “the Mageseeker” when Sylas is the main star here, you’d assume they would name it more related after himself. Though I guess it’s not uncommon for games to be named after their bosses/enemies either.
I guess it’d also serve as a cool multi-meaning though since, in-game, Sylas will be also building his revolution and finding fellow mages to rally to him. In a way, he is a ‘mageseeker.” A bit of irony (?) in that sense that that kind of title, of his greatest kind of enemy, would technically apply to him. But it could also be a (hint? joke? can’t find the word) to Sylas’ more villainous traits that’ll probably get spotlighted here, maybe drawing a comparison between him and the mageseekers and the way they can command fear in the Demacian people. Maybe a character will spit that title to Sylas, probably gonna be real insulting to him, to show their contempt of him. From an enemy or a fellow rebel, we’ll have to wait.
Everyone’s kinda hoping that the game will handle the Demacian Mage Riot storyline better this time, and probably yes, but I feel the story is inevitably gonna make a lot a people mad. You got the folks that love Demacian characters and will be upset if the game goes too far in “Demacia bad” or casting champs as complicit, but you also reeaally don’t want the game to side with the “actually, the mages should’ve just asked really nicely. that way the demacians will see how wrong they were and be super cool abt it“ because like???? ???
On to more (bngygbbrfv?) topics. What I didn’t expect was that it’d use pixel art! It didn’t look like that from the trailer since it was far away and viewed on a glass shard in the Forge video, but the description is clear. I’ve got the Hades bias since I think that that games style could serve really nicely, but I’ve also heard that the video snippet makes it look a bit like Wizard of Legend which is also very swag.
Oh god I just realized this but like what if like Poppy’s gonna be a boss? I’m not really sure how uhh aware she even is of the whole political situation in Demacia, if like, at all? But if she is a boss she’ll probably see Sylas breakin stuff and burning down some fancy houses and be like :0 hey dude that’s not very nice or smthng and then they fight idk. Since she’s supposed to like come over when Demacia’s in danger and Sylas at the height of his power would count as dangerous.
On that note, I also hope that the game will also elaborate on how yordles view living in Demacia. Poppy’s a little disconnected from the actual kingdom since she’s focused searching for the hero and stuff, but what about the other lil guys that show up in the LoR cards? They are magical spirits. Like are we gonna do the thing where yordles are considered an exception as long as they’re not using any magic powers, or like they’re kinda self hating magic and stuff, or maybe we’ll go the route where they’re not really considered inherently magical but just like a buncha small animal people that culturally lean towards magic since that’s where their city’s in. Iirc they made is so that Heimer in arcane was that last one, but I’m not actually sure where I heard it from, whoops. God. I don’t like the idea of glamour but wouldn’t it be funny if one of the characters is like really important to contributing the themes of the story gets revealed they’re a yordle, “huh” moment, and everyone goes on with it cuz like?? what am I even saying th? there are implications of yordles in Demacia ig but also I can’t really think of them cuz it’s like 2 am here blarghghghegegeghh
#talking#long post#the mageseeker#riot forge#league of legends#sylas league of legends#poppy lol#and minor yordle talk too I guess#honestly I’m still not done with Hades so idk if I’ll have the pallete for the Mageseeker but like it looks cool#hopes to hope though
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good morning it is I death valley fic writer. thank u for the support. as a gift to u here is a very small unedited excerpt. enjoy <3
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You open your mouth, trying to think of something intelligent to say in front of a guy that you’re pretty sure is the devil, but all that comes out is, “Why do you look like Tommy Lee?”
He tilts his head, still staring at you in that empty way. “I look like Tommy Lee to you?”
This raises a lot more questions for you. Could he look like other people if he wanted? Does he shape himself to look like whatever’s most appealing to the person he's talking to? Because he should've looked like Morrissey or something if that was the case. “Um,” you begin, trying to think of something to say that will redeem you. “I mean, kinda—”
“Good plan, actually. You can call me Tommy, kid.”
Oh. Huh. You decide you're never gonna call him that out loud. It's weird to call the devil by a regular human name. “Um,” you start again. You’re saying that a lot. “Does it, like, say something about his character that you took on his appearance? Because you're, like, the devil?”
There’s a short, terrifying moment of silence before Tommy guffaws, grabbing the arm of the throne for support as his whole upper body shakes with laughter. The girls by his side laugh too, but a little less hard. You kind of get the feeling they’re only laughing because he’s laughing. He finally straightens up, looking at you with a new, strange fondness. “You’re a riot, kid. I’m glad we’ve finally got someone down here with a sense of humor.”
You grin, uneasy, because it really wasn’t a joke. It was a genuine question. But sometimes, you just have to take the wins where you can get them. “Thanks. But—”
“I like you, kid. You’ll stick around for a while, I think.” It's not a question. He sounds very sure of himself.
omg i forgot to reply to this between the stress of immediate fob and also being in class but i think this sounds SOO fun of a fic from this lil snippet alone!! the morrissey mention SENT ME btw bfmsbwkwjwkjz.
seriously thank you so much my dearest death valley fic writer anon i feel so special for getting a sneak peek 💘💞💖💓 MWAH
#okay now when do they f—#i’m just kidding#excited to see the rest when you may finish it too. :3#anonymous#asks#death valley fic anon
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Glenn and April's darling baby, Adam Bronny turned two today! 😃😃 Happy Birthday, lil fellow! 🎂🎈❤️ These are snippets taken amidst all the riot and fun earlier at Bron-Bron's Jolly 2nd Birthday! 😁😁❤️ It's my grand nephew Luke's first time to attend a Jolly kiddie party too so all them lil toddlers having a blast is all too precious indeed. Haha. 😊❤️ P.S. Thanks again to the lovely doting parents Glenn and April. 😊 Hugs and kisses to my kinugos and birthday baby Bronny. ❤️ May you grow in love and joy and walk in the light of the Lord always. 🙏❤️😊 #mostfunkiddieparty #thejolliestbdaypartyever:) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPr464JG3p/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I love the cruel intentions au so much and I don’t even like the movie. I absolutely reread the snippets when I have a bad day just to glean some confidence from those messy bitches. That make me feel like I’m too nice sometimes.
I like the movie but only because it really is so fucked up. Like on levels I hadn't even really considered when I was younger but now as an adult I am horrified
Anyway speaking of messy bitches let's see Clarke be really messy shall we (angsty and be prepared to possibly not like Clarke for a lil bit but meh)
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Sometimes it feels crazy having this thing on your finger.
Particularly in the moments when you're going about your day and forget all about it, until a twist of your hand catches the light and sets off a riot of color.
If it were on anyone else's hand you'd probably dismiss it. Call it tacky and nouveau.
Certainly would never admit how bad you'd want it for your own.
You'd honestly never thought of yourself as a big diamond person. Size wise at least, respectively. Apart from never having really thought you'd end up married to begin with, just the idea of carrying a goddamn boulder this size around om your finger had been laughable once upon a time.
But you do have to admit.
Lexa'd truly outdone herself.
And what's worse, you find yourself showing it off fucking everywhere. You're horrified that you might actually be becoming one of those girls you absolutely cannot stand.
But you just... can't seem to stop yourself.
Secretly, you don't want to.
Not when Lexa looks so stoically pleased with herself each time you get a chance to shove it under an admirer's nose.
You figure she's earned that much.
Because the diamond is flawless, and the setting is disgustingly divine, and your heart still goes a little gay and pounds with the knowledge of just how long Lexa must've searched for it. How many stores you knew she must've shut down to search in peace until she'd found the only ring her pretentious ass would feel proud to slip on your finger.
It's not about the pomp of it or the carat count for her, that you know without doubt. And it certainly wasn't the price tag, shockingly, having figured out it'd set her back when you'd snooped. It'd barely been more than what you'd paid to redo the bathroom of your condo-- because you love that woman with your entire heart but there still wasn't a prayer's chance in hell you were about to share a sink with her. And besides, the job was basically chump change compared what she spends on clothes alone, so actually--
You're losing your focus.
The point has always been, she knows you. And you really do have to hand it to your wife.
She really doesn't half-ass one single thing.
So you don't bother yourself with breaking the habit of delicately tracing your neck in a way that draws attention to the rock.
"You really are a cunt for managing to marry someone richer than you who actually has good taste, you know that, right?"
You chuckle as you swallow a mouthful of champagne and thankfully don't choke.
"Intimately."
"Spoiled as shit and a fucking nightmare on good days, you of all people land the heir to the Woods empire, and you didn't even have to suck any old man balls."
"Not recently at least. You're eloquent tonight," you note absently with a tilt of your head and another sip.
"I'm bored of this fucking city," she sighs and gestures around the bustle of the room with her own champagne flute. "It's nothing but vapid East Coast socialites with more money than class, and I'm tired of having to pretend to be awed by them."
"Nothing shocks them anymore," you agree with a hum, and you suppose you feel a bit sorry for her. You know since you've settled down with the girl of your dreams she's kind of been flying mostly solo at these things.
Which is sad, because if there were ever actually a person you'd considered a friend, it probably would have had to been Raven.
But you shrug and sit back. Let your gaze wonder over her. Let your lips fall into a smirk when she stares back just as dangerously.
Sometimes you wonder why you never tested the boundaries of your questionable friendship during your single years, because she really is quite stunning.
You don't feel bad for appreciating her.
You're married.
Not dead.
Maybe it's time to shake off the dust on you're wingman credentials.
"You need to get laid," you decide.
"Getting laid has never been the issue."
"Oh right. Wasn't fucking vapid socialites on your Princeton application?"
"Eat me."
"Tempting," you smirk with a flit of your brow, a habit you'd picked up from the woman somewhere off schmoozing. "But alas, this mouth belongs to another. You'll have to find different hieress to make a buffet of, I'm afraid."
She rolls her eyes and lets her gaze wander the ballroom stuffed with the better part of the northern hemisphere's elite.
And just as you're toying with the notion of ordering a fresh drink, the sharpness of your friend's smile catches your attention.
"Or," she drawls in a dulcet purr, "I suppose I could just try my hand at stealing yours."
Your face screws up in confusion before you can stop yourself as you try to recall exactly how much this silly bitch has had to drink.
"Yeah, good luck with that. Have you seen this cleavage tonight?" you ask and eye her while waiting for the punchline to drop.
But she grins on with evil satisfaction, rests her chin on her knuckles and keeps her eyes locked somewhere beyond you.
"I don't know, Clarke. She certainly seems to be keeping her options open to me," Raven says with a delicate tip of her glass. "Perhaps I should throw my hat in the ring. Now wouldn't that be hilarious? If I were the one to steal her away?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" you finally snap beneath your breath to warn her she's nearing a personal line.
As though that's ever stopped either of you.
"She looks cozy."
You turn at the simple lift of Raven's chin, following her eyeline up and over your shoulder.
"Though I suppose that makes sense. As if I could get in the middle of those two. Mah! Don't know what I was thinking," you hear Raven say through an amused noise, something akin to a pop of laughter.
You remember why you've never actually considered her a friend.
Because you ignore her and watch your wife toss her head back in a song of throaty laughter. The kind that usually makes your every nerve ending feel on fire.
But you can't hear it from this distance, and it's not being directed at you.
All it does is make you feel sick.
"You know, I was shocked when they broke up," Raven continues through the fog of something dark coiling low in your belly.
Something you haven't felt in years.
You grit your teeth and force the words out as calmly as you can manage. "Is that so?"
She hums and you can practically hear the thrill in it.
"We all were," Raven breaths as though divulging a heavy confession that is undoubtedly at odds with an unseen gleam in her eyes. "Tragic, really. I mean they always seemed so in love, those two. She really couldn't get enough of lil Cos."
You tighten your fists in your lap at the familiar nickname to hopefully ebb the urge to slap her.
Because that's entirely bullshit.
But also... entirely not.
Because you remember that year and a half when they'd dated, and you remember how happy Lexa had seemed. You remember their secret smiles, and how she'd been the one Lexa had paraded back and forth to her bed. How the noises at night had sounded downright obscene. And you remember how softly she had spoken of her the few times your parentals had actually asked.
How it was like you hadn't even existed from the very second they'd kissed.
But you also remember how cold Lexa had been when Costia had ended things, when she had said they were moving in two different directions. When she'd said they just wanted fundamentally different things out of life and that she needed things Lexa couldn't give.
You also remember how Lexa had chosen to rebound by discreetly fucking everything in a skirt that lived on the upper Eastside.
You'd hated Costia from the start but you're old enough now to know that wasn't her fault.
Except sitting there watching her shuffle a step closer to your wife, lay a hand on your wife, smile and bat her lashes at your fucking wife... had you forgetting exactly why that was.
And on top of all the reasons you'd hated her to begin with, she'd broken Lexa's secretly delicate heart. And a transgression like that was simply unforgivable, so, logically, now you hate her more.
So all things considered you really can't seem to comprehend why Lexa is nodding and taking her hand to lead her out onto the edge of the dancefloor.
"You have to admit, they make a beautiful couple."
"Shut the fuck up, Raven."
"Oh c'mon," you hear her chuckle behind you through the din of clinking glasses and shoes on hardwood floors. "Don't kill the messenger. I thought you knew."
"Knew what, exactly?"
"Why everyone was so astonished when you actually managed to get her to marry you, of course."
You wheel around and stare at her with a razor-edged glare.
"I mean... besides the obvious," she shrugs at your wordless question, but her words drip with scandal. "Everyone always thought they'd find their way back to each other in the end. I mean they had talked quite a lot about getting married eventually. Everyone assumed they just needed some time to grow up. Get a few indiscretions out of their systems... Surely you knew that."
You're initially proud of yourself for tempering any sort of response, opting to remain perfectly still despite her obvious glee.
But somehow you realize too late that saying nothing is apparently worse than saying anything at all.
Christ, being in love has made you go soft.
"Oh, dear," she simpers when you don't move an inch. Gives you a pitying smile and reaches out to pat your hand as she rises from her seat. "Apparently not."
And you're glad she's out of swinging distance, because, no... no you had not.
"Well," she breathes and scoops up the shawl that'd been draped across the back of her chair. "I'm sure I'm just being silly. Anyway, it's been lovely catching up, Clarke, but you know? I think maybe you're right. I will go look for my own heiress tonight. Leave you two lovebirds to your wedded bliss. Oh, and tell Lexa she did a beautiful job for me, won't you? Whenever she, um... remembers where she left you."
Your jaw tightens as you accept the bump of her cheek against yours because what the hell else are you supposed to do.
Because anything else would only give that bitch all the more ammo for next time.
You sit there in silence and blot out the tinkling sounds of the festivities around you. And you hate that after all these years, Raven finally managed to find your weak spot. Hate it only slightly more than actually having one to begin with.
Your body feels numb and your eyes strangely burn when you turn around and look back out at the dancefloor.
You watch Lexa's smirk dissolve into another laugh when she gives her ex an elegant dip.
There are so many things you love about yourself.
Things to take pride in and feel exalted over the rest. Things some may find offputting or attributes to be fixed, you like the darker parts of yourself that you choose not to restrain.
But in the moment, watching her nod and lean closer in some hushed conversation, one hand wrapped up tight in another that is distinctly not your own, while the other sits low on Costia's back... all you can feel are the ugliest pieces of you bubbling up to the surface.
The room suddenly feels too hot and, Jesus...
No. Fuck this. You're definitely not about to cry here of all places.
Because while you might be having a lot of... blegh, feelings at the moment, Clarke Griffin-Wo--...
You don't lose your control in public.
You're up out of your seat with little in the way of a plan. Toss back the remnants of your lukewarm champagne and hand it off to a passing waiter, only to grab a fresh one from the next bowtie-clad person you fly past. It does nothing to cool you off when you down half of it in one go as you very calmly make your way up to the pair seemingly lost in their own world.
"Hello."
You paint on the best approximation of a smile you can manage and want to knock the answering one off hers when Lexa's head snaps around at the clipped sound of your greeting.
As though she's surprised to see you here.
It makes the blood in your veins boil.
"Oh, there you are, darling," she has the audacity to say as though she's positively been looking for you everywhere.
But you're not looking at her.
You're looking at the face you hadn't seen in six blissful years. And it's not hard for your mind to kick up all the loathing from your questionably shared past.
She's still unfairly beautiful, older and somehow more gorgeous for it, and in another lifetime you know damn good and well you would've asked for the skincare routine with a smile.
But in the moment, looking at her annoyingly perfect skin and cheekbones that could end your life just makes you feel...
Destructive.
There's an awkward lull as you glance between the pair with wide, burning eyes.
Lexa frowns and tilts her head toward her dance partner. "Darling, you remember Costia--"
"Oh right!" you burst out as though it's all just come together and ignore her when Lexa's eyes immediately narrow. "I thought you looked familiar. How ridiculous of me, of course. And here I was thinking Lex was dancing with some random stranger."
Lexa stiffens as Costia chuckles and godammit you hate how lyrical it sounds compared to your own. "Don't worry, it's been awhile."
"Hm. Too long," you smile with a sharp glance at your wife. "And yet somehow not long enough."
"Clarke--"
"So, how have you been, dear CC? It's been some time since you've graced us with your presence."
You relish in the pleasure that curls through you when every drop of Costia's warm welcome falls away.
You can tell she's barely containing an eyeroll which, honestly you wish she would try you with one right now. "Actually, I was just telling Lexa about how I only got back into town yesterday. I've been traveling."
"Ah, yes, I seem to recall hearing something about that."
"But of course, when I heard about Lex's little event tonight," she grins and looks at your wife, "I simply couldn't keep myself away."
Oh.
Oh this bitch is testing the very last shred of your patience.
"Yes, I know the feeling," you say through a sneering laugh, lifting the hand holding your drink in a way that shows off your ring. "Good thing I don't have to, hm?"
"Cos was just telling me--"
"That sounds so lovely for you, though," you cut in over whatever Lexa has to say because just the sound of that name rolling off your wife's tongue has you irrationally ready to fuck someone up. "The traveling, I mean, of course. Some people thrive on that kind of lifestyle, I suppose. The routeless, listless kind of running from one obscurity to next. Others of us prefer to lay down roots, though. You know, build a life. Stability. Loyalty. I'm sure you can fathom that in theory, yes?"
"Clarke."
She says it with a snap like a whip and, yeah, you've decided you've had just about enough of this too.
"Well I can see when I'm intruding, so I'll leave you both to it. But it has been a treat seeing you, CC," you say with a brilliant smile before knocking back the last half of your drink and shoving the empty glass into Lexa's hand. "Have fun, ladies."
You're gone before either of them can utter a another word.
The fact she doesn't follow only makes you feel worse.
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Ten more minutes.
That's what you've been telling yourself for last forty-five.
Ten more fucking minutes then you're gone for good.
Because it's a little after midnight and you've already embarrassingly cried twice, each between bouts of treading grooves into the seven thousand dollar wood grain of your bedroom floor.
And frankly, you're over it at this point.
Over feeling like a child. Over feeling like some idiot wife waiting for their spouse to come home. Over playing through one sickening mental image of the evening after the next.
A part of you knows you potentially overreacted and you'll eventually apologize for that through a mediator you're sure, but for now, you're more than happy to stew in a pool of self-righteous rage.
It'd been hours since you'd stormed out and slammed the door of your waiting limo. Since you'd slammed the door of your condo as well and the one to your bedroom just for good measure. Been hours since you'd left her there staring stiff-jawed after you with little more than a silent dare.
And she still wasn't home.
And you're still stupidly waiting.
And pissed off and fed up and so goddamn sick to your stomach.
You hate yourself for how pathetic you were.
Are.
And you rest your head in your hands and wonder if... you wonder if this was how your mom used to feel--
You suck in a gasp tangled with a growl and shoot off the foot of your bed before you can even finish the thought.
Because you'd rather burn the world down with Lexa smack dab in the middle of it before ever letting yourself be as pathetic that bitch.
The quiet spurs on your movements as you throw your personal walk-in closet open and grab the same piece of luggage you'd initially used to move in. You toss it on your bed and snatch up a few things at random because fuck Lexa and fuck Abby and fuck Costia's entire fucking face, and--
"Jesusfuck!"
You clutch a balled up fistfuls of underwear to your chest and pant through your startle when you turn around and see green eyes staring back.
She leans silently in the doorway, arms crossed and resting her weight on her shoulder, and she looks so ethereal in the soft glow of the rooms dimmed lamplight that it makes you physically ache.
You stand frozen as her gaze pulls away from your own, drops to the clothes still clutched to your chest. Slide to the luggage laying open in disarray on your bed, then back to you again.
"Going somewhere?"
You scoff at her lazy tone and find your rage all over again as you storm back over to the bed.
"What are you doing, Clarke?"
"You're a smart girl. I think you can figure it out."
You can practically hear her jaw grind from across the room.
"I'm surprised you're even here right now," you continue to push in your anger, shooting her a snark laced smile when her eyes follow your every move.
"... We live here."
"Oh, I'm aware. But you seemed to be having such a wonderful time, darling," you sneer just to twist the knife. "I'm astounded you managed to drag yourself away."
She stays silent as you pick through your closet because you're intent on leaving with only the pieces you came with.
It's not until you've got most of your blouses collected and laid out on the bed that you hear the click of her heels step up behind you.
"You embarrassed me tonight, Clarke."
You whip around so fast you damn near loose your balance, but still manage to yank back when she almost reaches out to steady you.
"That's fucking rich coming from you right now, Lex," you laugh and shake your head. You stare at her for a quiet moment and feel sick with the weight that settles in your stomach at her silence.
You move to step around her but she doesn't let you get far. Steps in front of you to cut you off and bring herself closer.
"You embarrassed me."
"Aww. Well, I'm sure Costia was right there to lick the wounds."
Your stare unimpressed when her head rears back, when her mouth drops open in apparent shock.
"I'm not--... Tonight was important to me, and you weren't there," she seethes barely above a growl and you chose to ignore the wet sheen that suddenly coats her eyes. "I hadn't even given my speech yet when you left. Do you have any idea how it felt to stand in front three hundred people and thank my wife for always being there for me, and not have you be there?"
"You're good at riffing, I'm sure you managed."
"Why are you acting like this?" she says again it tears at you, the way she's almost pleading.
"Are you fucking joking, Lexa?" You practically shove past her on your way to your dresser. "You looked like you barely even remembered I existed when I walked up. You were all over her tonight."
"I wasn't!" she grinds back in a yelp. "I haven't seen her in years. We were catching up!"
"Oh right, my mistake. I'm constantly fawning over every ex I 'catch up' with."
She releases a strangled noise and follows hot on your trail when you double back toward the bed.
"I wasn't fawning over her, Clarke. She was just telling me what she's been doing. I haven't seen her in six years and, in case you've forgotten, she was my friend long before we started dating."
"You don't have friends, Lex. You have people you know, people you date, and people you've fucked."
"And you have any room to talk?" she snaps and there's a sick feeling of satisfaction that goes along with it because she can't even argue that fact. "God, Clarke. Have you forgotten exactly who you were before we got together? How you act now? Since the day we met it's like it's been your personal vendetta to drive me insane, and now you're going to hold it against me because I maybe flirted with someone?"
You slam down the folded shirt in your hands and send her a glare, because there's no fucking way she's that dense.
"Not someone. Your ex."
"I just wanted--"
"Then go!" you finally explode as the remaining clothes tumble from your arms and you round on her. "Jesus Christ, then just go. You have my blessing, okay? If that's what you needed, if that's what you wanted, what are you waiting for? Go, Lex! Go fuck her till sunup for all I care, but at least have the decency to not expect me to just be sitting here waiting like--"
Your chest is heaving when you cut yourself off and you feel sick at the way she blanches. But the ugliest pieces of you want her to hurt as much as you do and she's quiet so long you feel your legs shake.
"What?" she finally breathes and it sounds so small and lost. "Clarke... What are you talking about?"
You don't think you've ever heard that voice out of her.
"Apparently you actually do think I'm an idiot, but you can't possibly have thought I was that dumb when you married me," you angrily push on anyway and struggle to keep your lips from trembling. "And, ya know, it's on me. It really is, because I had forgotten--... But then seeing you two together tonight, it was like six years ago all over again. Watching you two, it was like... fuck. I have been such an idiot. Of course."
"Clarke, I don't-- Cos and I broke up--"
"You two didn't break up," you remind her and want to be sick as every insecure thought tumbles out. "She broke up with you. But what if she hadn't?... Where would we be? Where would I even fit in your life, because tonight it sure as shit didn't seem like anywhere."
You sniffle and feel horrified with yourself when she just stares at you, and all you want to do is jackknife out of the window.
If they... actually opened.
"All I've thought about is what would have happened if she hadn't broken up with you," you admit when the silence gets too heavy and wrap your arms around yourself, shielding yourself from her in a way you haven't needed to in years. "You never even noticed me until after she ended things. If she hadn't broken up with you, we never would've made that stupid bet, and you never would've wanted me. And seeing you together reminded me how happy you were with her. That I only got you because she was too stupid to see what was right in front of her, and I just- I can't be... I can't be the woman who knows she's her wife's second choice."
The quiet of your bedroom is so loud you can hear your own heartbeat and still, you can't make yourself look at her.
Because you know whatever must be waiting there, etched in that breathtaking face, holds everything it would take to kill you.
Goddamn, being in love with her really has made you soft.
She doesn't even sigh when she passes you. Either ignores or misses the way you flinch when she ghosts her fingers along your arm. You hear her sit heavily on the end of the bed and the following rustle and thunk as she unceremoniously shoves all your things off the side.
"Sit with me," she commands in words so soft they barely break the silence.
"Lex--"
"I know you're angry, but I'm still your wife... We at least owe each other this."
You toe the edge of rug beneath your feet but give in and lower yourself a few inches away from her.
Her hands sit motionless in her lap as she stares out across the bedroom, and you glance to her in time to see her bite the full swell of her lips.
"I like rules," she starts quietly. "Not other people's, but my own. I've always made rules for myself because they keep me on track. They keep me going and keep me sane... but most importantly, they keep me safe."
You let your eyes wander over her and still, after all these years together, the sight of her always takes your breath away.
"When my dad died, I made a rule for myself. Or... more of a promise, I guess... I swore that I'd never let myself love anything as much as I had loved him. Not as a memorial or anything as foolish as that," she cuts in with a tiny shake of her head when you move to speak. "But because I never wanted anything to be able to break me like that did... I never wanted anything or anyone to have that kind of power over me ever again. I swore to never need, or love anyone the way I loved him because I knew I wouldn't survive it a second time."
Her throat bobs in a thick swallow and you don't bother stopping yourself from shifting closer despite yourself. Despite your lingering anger, you ache to reach out for her because somehow you know she's giving you parts of herself she never intended to.
"I was basically a kid when Cos and I dated," Lexa exhales with a tiny shrug. "And as much as I cared for her, I always kept that promise while we were together. Easily, actually. I had no delusions of what she meant to me, and while, yes, I did want to be with her, part of it was because she only ever had half my heart. I loved being with her because I knew she could never break me... Honestly, that's why I was more pissed than heartbroken when she dumped me... But still, I survived losing her."
Your heart races when she squares her shoulders and turns to you, eyes bright and alive as they take in every inch of your face. You swallow when she tentatively reaches out and takes your hand. Move with her when she tugs you closer.
She's near trembling when she laces your fingers together and her next words hold such intensity her body seems barely able to contain it.
"Clarke, I wouldn't survive losing you."
It lands like a suckerpunch.
It always does when she says such things in that perfectly Lexa-way. In the that way that somehow settles in your chest with a warmth beyond the words themselves. And where some would need more, would need promises and slavish bumblings of devotion, she manages to fit all that and more into those simple little words.
And, yeah, you'll still be a little pissed about it later because it never fails to take every last bit of wind out of your sails, but part of why you love her is because she means exactly what she says.
Even more the things you know she doesn't feel strong enough to say.
"I'm sorry," you hush and lean into her, nuzzle her neck as she wraps an arm around your waist. "I shouldn't have acted that way, and I'm sorry, baby."
"I'm sorry for making you feel the way I did," she says into her hair where she's buried her nose to breathe you in. "I didn't realize, but I should've. If it were the other way around, I would've been angry too."
You pull back and look at her, reach out and tuck a flyaway back. "Yeah?"
She snorts and gives you a look that you can practically hear say, 'Don't play stupid'.
Fair enough.
"I'm still sorry I acted like an ass."
"Just say something to me next time," she soothes with a grin. "Or at the very least have the decency to drag me to the an empty room and fuck me before you leave."
You bark out a laugh because she really has always been a better planner of such things and you guess hindsight is twenty-twenty... or something like that.
But the point is you feel stupid, but mostly stupidly loved because even when you're awful, she's always somehow gentle with you.
"What happened after I left?" you can't help but ask because apparently you're a glutton for punishment.
"I asked her to leave."
Your brows shoot up at that. "You did?"
"Of course," she hums and brushes her nose against yours. "She kinda treated my wife like shit... She was antagonizing you. I didn't appreciate it, and so I told her I thought it'd be best if she left."
You sigh and shake your head.
"Couldn't have told me that sooner?"
"Our torrid drama aside, you're always kind of fun to fuck with."
"Fuck you," you laugh and press your smile to her cheek because for every bit as bad as you are, she's such a pain in your ass sometimes. "I love you, ya know."
"I had a feeling," she says with a haughty smirk and kisses your lips so softly you ache. It's barely a few pecks between speaking, but you feel them all over. Her kisses always make you feel alive. "Now I'm gonna go wash my face. I'll be back in a minute. And when I am, I expect you to be naked."
"Why?" you chuckle as you chase her lips when she pulls away but let her go when she stands.
"While I'm glad we've found a resolution to our problem, Mrs. Woods," she says sternly and fuck that voice is all business, all sharp edges and teeth, and you know exactly what it means, "the fact is, you were quite the little cunt this evening, weren't you."
And you know there's probably something genuinely wrong with you because her talking that way shouldn't turn you on the way it does.
Because Lexa's not much for taking charge. Prefers to be supple and dripping around your fingers at any given moment. But she knows, always knows, exactly when you need her to take control.
To remind you exactly who each of you belong to.
"I mean really, darling. Throwing a tantrum. Missing my speech. Ridiculously pretending to move out."
Your stomach flips at the darkness in her derisive laugh and you love how she makes you feel like she owns you.
"So. I'm going to go wash my face," Lexa cooes and slowly unzips her dress, letting it pool at her feet in front of you. She bends down, rests her hands on the swell of your thighs and you damn near moan at the feel of champagne sweetened breathe. "And when I get back, I expect you wet and ready for me. Because I'm going to fuck you with my mouth until you beg me to stop... And if you do well, I will consider letting you use the strap."
She traces a finger under slacked hang of your jaw and smiles wickedly when she gives your nose a solid tap.
"So I suggest you do as I say."
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《Midnight Sun》 Ask-Reply Marathon 1/3
Long Post: So I got a lot of asks for "midnight sun" the fem!wwx verse; unfortunately I can't write a snippet for all of them, but I will answer the asks briefly, sometimes with a lil short piece attached in italics. Undercut is all the asks I won't be writing a prompt for. If you don't see your prompt, assume I probably will write something longer for it.
And for the anons and friends who sent messages of supports/thoughts/etc, a HUGE thank you! This is such an accursed au, i'm so glad y'all like it. Haha. :P
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@midnightlighthowlite
Haha that’s cute!!! But Yan’er isn’t that kind of a girl I don’t think. That’s really not her personality. She’s more quiet with her affections and displeasures. But... it’s like if she loves you, you’ll know, and if she hates you...lol run.
@affzinho
Mianmian and Wei Ying got on like a house on fire in this universe. After meeting Mianmian, they quickly became good friends, maybe even best girl friends. I think they would be much closer than they were in canon, even if WWX still wants to throttle JZX with her bare hands.
The female disciples studying at cloud recesses for the summer formed a habit of cooling off by soaking their feet in the river flowing along the back mountain. This was done in private without an audience of course, lest their bare ankles be seen by one of those rowdy boys.
It was entirely Wei Wuxian's fault that this innocent little indulgence devolved into a full-blown splash riot one particular afternoon. By the time Lan Wangji, the disciplinary officer, came to inspect the commotion, they were all soaked from head to toe. Only Jiang Yanli was still appropriately dry, having assumed a safe high ground on a flat piece of rock defended by her protective shimei.
"You'll all show yourselves to the discplinary office for -"
Ever the diplomat, Mianmian dipped her head courteously whilst shoving the other girls behind her. "Apologies, Lan-er-gongzi. Forgive my sect sisters, I -"
"I started it Lan Zhan!" interrupted Wei Wuxian, before shamelessly wading forward in the shallow shore and patted her chest to declare, "No really, I did! It was all my idea. The others had nothing to do with it."
Lan Wangji quickly averted his eyes, the motion so swift it was almost a flinch. Wei Wuxian may be as flat as a washing board with barely any curves to speak of, but she was still a... well, a girl. Her white Gusu uniform was thoroughly soaked through; her hair was almost entirely unbound and dripping. If Uncle knew the thoughts in his head...
One must not be promiscuous.
"Get decent first," instructed Lan Wangji. He meant to depart then with a disapproving sweep of his white sleeve, but could not help sparing the Jiang disciple one last look. He hoped it was perceived as a glare and not for what it actually was: curiosity.
"Mianmian, I think Lan Zhan was looking at you. I think he's sweet on you!" He heard her giggle and gossip to her new friend.
He did not see Mianmian's incredulous look of disbelief that someone so witty and bright can also be so inexplicably dense, but in the cave some months later, it would be the same one he serves Wei Wuxian.
About a year after Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji married, Yan'er got hit with a de-aging curse on a night hunt (Wei Wuxian attempted to help the father-daughter reconcile by arranging a lot of joint night hunts with the juniors supervised by herself or Lan Wangji). The curse itself was relatively harmless, but it turned her into her five year old self for 48 hours.
The child sitting in a pile of robes too big for her was close to crying. She pulled at layers of tulle and linen, confused and scared. Lan Wangji approached her as he would an alarmed creature. "Yan'er."
"Who - who are you? W-where is my shifu? I want shifu!!"
Lan Wangji thought about evading the question, but one look at the haunted desperation on Wei Ying's face changed his mind. He knelt down and extended his hand, palm up, towards the small girl.
"I'm your diedie."
Yan'er, even as a toddler, was an icy ball of fire. She slapped his hand away with as sharp a swat as she was capable. It didn't hurt, at least not physically. "Liar! I don't have a diedie. Everyone knows this!"
"Everyone has a diedie." He replied.
"Then..." Those rose-petal-like lips quivered. "Then why hasn't he come and find me?! A-niang is dead, diedie doesn't want me! Now even shifu has abandoned Yan'er -" Fat droplets of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Lan Wangji acted on instinct. He scooped his daughter into his arms and cradled her against his chest the way he would Sizhui during those first terrible years. "Yan'er don't cry. You're just lost, you're not alone. Jiang Wanyin is waiting for you at Lotus Pier. I truly am your father. Diedie is sorry, Yan'er, diedie would never abandon you or your a-niang."
Those dark beautiful eyes that he could now clearly see resembled his own, blinked up at him with hope. Yan'er sniffled. "R-really? You're really my father?"
"I am. My name is Lan Wangji, of Gusu Lan."
"Lan...Hanguang-jun?"
"Not Hanguang-jun. Just diedie." He had never wanted to be anything but Hanguang-jun so badly in his life.
Yan'er gnawed on her lips and then timidly whispered "diedie" as if trying out the word to see if it would hurt.
"Mn." Behind him, he could hear Wei Ying's shallow breath. They both knew this would not last. In a couple of days, the old Jiang Yan would be back, but while they've got her, they would treasure every second of this gift.
In his arms, little Yan'er curled up and hung on tight.
After that, even though Jiang Yan returned to normal, her attitude towards Lan Wangji softened. She still refers to him as Hanguang-jun, but with more respect than before.
Eventually she was able to call him fuqin, which means Father.
In this AU, when WWX returned to life, the juniors' age from oldest to youngest is: Jingyi 16, Sizhui 16, Ouyang Zizhen 15, Jiang Yan 14, Jin Ling 13. (I used more book age than cql age)
Jiang Yan and Jin Ling are close, and she's quite good friends with Ouyang Zizhen too. LWJ does save A-Yuan.
Before Jiang Yan found out Sizhui was A-Yuan, she and Lan Sizhui had a friendly or not-so-friendly rivalry. It was an unspoken one. They were certainly the brightest of their generation and the Lans and Jiangs have got a silent/cold competition going on with these two as their contestants.
Jiang Yan is not loud like Jin Ling and she doesn't act discourteous enough for Jingyi to sass her without putting himself in the wrong. If he does, she'll sass him right back, but she always has a way letting you know she thinks you aint shit or you're a piece of shit without openly saying either of those two things (she gets it from lan wangji; that level of bitchiness is genetics).
For the most part, Jiang Yan always acts as Jiang Cheng's perfect disciple, but she has a cold way of going about it. The few times when she does lash out... y'all better stay clear.
I think Yan'er's feelings towards Sizhui are complicated. He effectively got to spend time with both of her parents more than she ever did, and I think she's quite sore about this. Sizhui, on the other hand, finds Jiang Yan perplexing. For Jin Ling, I think he sees through the tough act pretty well and knows Jin Ling is A Really Good Boy, but Jiang Yan is more complicated, as is their relationship. He's not sure what kind of a role he should take in her life, and she's never really given him more than stay-the-fuck-away-from-me vibes.
At one point or another, Jiang Yan will tell Lan Sizhui straight to his face, "You're not my brother, Lan Sizhui. Move."
Ouyang Zizhen: guys please, guys can't we just get along.
After Jiang Yan gets de-aged, she goes to Lan Sizhui and asks to walk in his memory a little to understand both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian more. Sizhui agreed. Afterwards Jiang Yan says, "I know it's not your fault that I never knew either of them, but I'm not ready to forgive you yet. You're a good son, Sizhui, their perfect rice bun. You're already the good child, so I guess I don't have to be."
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Have a lil writing snippet from a work in progress conversation between Mel and his therapist that won't come up anytime soon but eh fuck it.
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Mel: "It's there but...i feel pretty detached from it...most of the time. I don't know how to describe it, but I can't really let myself be angry."
Dawson: "You're supressing your anger?"
Mel: "No...i mean...yeah sort of...
Dawson: "Why do you think that is?"
Mel: "...i don't know.
I guess I'm afraid of letting it out? It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel justified and...it...it's kinda hard to explain...."
Dawson: "That's okay. Take your time."
Mel: "...it doesn't really feel like it...belongs to me.
I don't know how else to put it but...it's like I'm forced to feel something I don't even want to feel and...i become even more detached from myself and I sorta... Shut down.
Dawson: "Shut down how?"
Mel: "It's...this might sound strange but......imagine you're underwater...and you can still make out the surface above you. But the deeper you sink the harder it gets to see what's going on above...and it gets harder to make an effort to swim back up, until it eventually becomes impossible, and all you can do is sink further till everything on the surface is...completely out of reach.
Dawson: "...i see."
*leans back*
"So you're scared because you feel like you don't have control over your anger in these situations anymore? Is that it?"
Mel: "...I don't really have much control over it period. Unless I internalise it...that is."
Dawson: "So you try to aim that anger towards yourself?
Mel: "Yeah."
Dawson: "Even in situations where you know you're not to blame?"
Mel: "I can always find the fault in myself somehow."
Dawson: "...But what If hypothetically speaking you're in a situation where you know you're not the culprit and you externalise that anger. What then?"
Mel: ...
Dawson: "Has that ever happened?"
Mel: "...i think so."
Dawson: "Do you feel guilty when you feel or express anger?
Mel: "Yeah."
Dawson: "It seems to me like you're putting a lot of energy into keeping a tight lid on it. That must be exhausting."
*Mel shrugs*
Dawson: "But you know...anger is not primarily a negative emotion. As much as it may be demonised by society."
Mel: "Seems pretty negative to me."
Dawson: "Do you know the original meaning of the word aggression?"
Mel: ...hostility? Something along those lines I assume?
Dawson: "Yes, that's one of the meanings. The other one being simply 'approaching' or 'rising' .
Aggression is a motion. It's a...very driving feeling. And one thing we tend to forget it our efforts to diminish our anger is that it can be a form of protection. And a very valid one at that.
Mel: "Yeah, makes sense...i mean...from an evolutionary standpoint, fight or flight...that sorta thing."
Dawson: "Yes. That too but...for example...the anger you feel when you're being treated poorly , when something bad happens to you that is beyond your control. When...excuse my lack of eloquence...the bakery is out of chocolate cake but you really had your mind set on getting a piece.
*Mel chuckles*
Dawson: "... that anger is the part in you that cares about you, your wants and needs, your wellbeing.
Your anger comes from the part of you that wants you to feel good, that knows you deserve to feel good.
*Dawson smiles* Of course that doesn't mean you should start a riot in the bakery the next time they run out of cake but I hope you understand what I'm trying to tell you.
Mel: "Do I though? I mean...do i deserve to feel good?"
Dawson: "Every person does, wouldn't you say?"
Mel: "I don't know..."
Dawson: "Why wouldn't you deserve it?"
#Nonsims#Saviorhide#Oc: Melvin Holloway#Idk#Writing#Life hack#If ya don't have a therapist write your own#...results may vary#I am really bored if you can't tell
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Wb .4
For those who worship creativity (and not just writing/art!)
About
- the Sollertium [saw-ler-tium]
- huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge
- separate wings for the different departments
- Creators everywhere*
- it’s a riot of colour, honestly
A Quick Introduction
The Sollertium is the Creators’ stronghold, and where get to let their imagination run wild with inventions and designs. Wings are separated into the main departments, and rooms within each wing must adhere to the department assigned to them. The nicest view of the building is from the outside. As all rooms are outfitted with floor-to-ceiling windows, it’s perfectly normal to find a room covered in swaths of fabric next to one in wood panelling. Sometimes, you’ll find Scholars here. They love adding on to the designs.
Snippet - the Sollertium doesn’t feature much, unfortunately, so here, have another cinema-type thing!
It’s a riot of colour from the outside, with its countless facets and crystal-clear windows. Wings blend into each other seamlessly, with Fashion melting into Interior Design with a few well-placed bolts of fabric. The Sollertium is like a dodecaheron, full of surprises and colour within. There are multiple entrances that lead directly into certain wings, but for the full effect, always go in via the front door. Reception is constantly changing, and is revamped by the different departments each time. You’re always promised a surprise!
Secret
The Fashion wing has a secret passageway that connects to the Palace of Stars’ Tailor Room and some wings have little hidden halls that lead to libraries pertaining to that department in Definity Manor!
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*Creators are immortals who dedicate themselves to making things pretty and designing pretty things. Yes, I created a job specifically to make pretty things.
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This one landed differently.
What I’m about to say is probably gonna land differently too. Don’t start this unless you have a bit. It’s on the long side, a Snickers Bar and a beer might serve you well if you attempt to get through this.
For the life of me, I cannot figure out why this killing of an unarmed black man by law enforcement gripped the nation and the other ones did not. Is it any worse than the litany of other incidents that went almost completely unnoticed by both White America and other police officers? This one is terrible, no doubt. But so was the shooting of Philando Castile, Eric Garner, Dontre Hamilton, and Charles Kinsey, just to name a few. I’m glad it has been noticed by the public, but this should have been the instant reaction the first time it happened. We’re now onto a new phase of life that should’ve happened 55, 155, 244 or 401 years ago, depending on what you think or know about US History.
There was no reset button pressed, though. You can pick any point in US History, drop a random pin on it, and it will land where no real, tangible changes were made to ensure America was equal for everyone.
The new reality is that there’s a captive audience that sees the problem, but has looked away for so long, some can’t seem to enter the conversation without causing folks to get upset with them. Much of the inflammatory comments on newspaper articles and social media, I see a lot of genuine confusion over why there’s anger over seemingly ‘innocent’ comments. Those new to the issue, there’s a level of frustration and fatigue that’s been built up for years that is hard to get past. In Wisconsin, it’s so rare that white and black people do things together, simply starting a conversation on race presents its own set of issues.
Sadly, that’s going to be the easy part. What’s been recognized by those who see the issue for the first time is a tiny, corner piece of a section which, if panned out and looked at from a wider lens, is a familiar entity. Because it’s us.
Like an addiction, someone hooked on a vice has no real chance of beating it until the problem is admitted, owned, shared and attacked. It’s time for all of White America to look in the mirror and concede that there is an issue, and the issue is us.
America, we have a race problem. White people are out of control.
It’s not funny, because it’s true.
If its hard to hear, there’s a great chance you’re not part of the problem; you are the problem. This is the part of the show a few of you tuck your racist tail between your legs and wander away from the discomfort. To that end, please unfriend me. Not just here, but in life. I want to make it clear; if you are a racist, it’s best that you stay away from me. This isn’t going to get better until racism goes back to being a non-negotiable again. I can’t know you, won’t know you, if you engage in things that are racist. That’s because of how I feel.
Because of how you feel, there’s a second level of this. The status quo is changing. The micro-aggressions and passive-aggressive commentary on public forums aren’t going to be dismissed the same way as before. The toxicity from it is going to stand out more than you know. When this four year drama is finally over in November, an awful lot is going to be different. They’re not going to be quick to explain it to you anymore. If you’re one of the pack of people that hump posts on race like horny dogs that can’t wait to smear it with little snippets of white wisdom, don’t. People are fed up with you. I’m done making excuses for anyone saying bigoted things. If I see it, I’m calling it out and taking my own social distance from you online and elsewhere.
I’m not cynical enough to believe all white people are problematic. To be clear, though, this country was plotted, formed and planned on a color-based system and the statistics tell us it still is. An awful lot of white people have recognized the issues, and been involved for the common good, for years. That said, there are some wise words from both Malcolm X and Martin Luther King about the most dangerous faction towards racial equality, and that comes from liberal minded white people.
For today’s world, I would amend it a touch; primarily to include white folks convinced of how racist they aren’t, but actually are and don’t realize it. Might they be liberal? Sure, and some of them most certainly are. Of recent note, Amy Cooper and her fear of the terrifying black birder; she was sporting a mask in public, and even using politically-correct terms while trying to get him in trouble for existing while black. I don’t know what way she slants, but if I were a betting man I’d say left.
Prior to the last four years, I quite honestly, didn’t care what direction you leaned. I do now. I’d love to separate from politics, and prior to 2016, I could. I’ve had conservative friends for years, and in a previous context, I found nothing wrong with that word. I do now. My standards haven’t shifted, but what composes conservatism has. I can’t sit here and pretend that we’re in some past era, where the difference between political parties was marginal; split upon how monies should be collected and allocated, foreign policy, and the validity of some domestic programs or policies.
To pretend that’s where things are now is disingenuous and colorblind.
Conservatism had been long been rooted in financials; and still is, but it was not synonymous with hate. It is now. You can spin it, justify it, deny it, or look past it all you want, but the reality is the movement climbed in bed with racists, supremacists, billionaires and fascists. The current GOP is a Frankensteinesque mix of different groups with oddly grouped agendas, strange relationships and little in common with one another outside of their skin color. It’s no accident that the only real thing they have in common is race.
When Republicans decided to look past the open homophobia, xenophobia, racism and questionable past of Trump, they altered this country in the wrong way. Predominantly white voters, voted for a white supremacist campaigning on extra white lies, to sit in the White House.
Four years later, here we are with the worst economy in 70 years, the first legit pandemic to ravage this country since 1917, cities burning, 100,000 Americans dead, 40 million unemployed and the racial strife in this country is so bad it’s hard to tell tell if white people jumping in on riots is solidarity or a setup. It’s safe to say, that the great experiment of 2016 has been a colossal failure. Trump didn’t drain the swamp. He jumped in it and made it dirtier. In Washington DC, that’s almost impossible to do. But yet, here we are minutes from a Trump tantrum from him waging war on his own citizens.
Despite being over 3 years in to his term, prominent white people and his mindless clones are taking to the airways and blaming Obama for every single Trump failure, including racial tension.
If this is you, do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up. Now.
I grew up wrestling and then got into fighting as an adult. If any athlete I knew issued blame like the excuse-making racist in the White House, they’d be written off instantly as a loser. Not just by me, either. Any coach worth their jock strap would put an end to that type of excuse making. Yet, I’ve read other coaches celebrating and reveling in Trump’s blame games, retweeting gleefully things they’d beat their athlete’s ass for if they said after they lost or failed. Things our current US President Tweets should embarrass every American, if for no other reason that we put someone in charge that can’t even apply fucking grammar and punctuation to his threatening or whiny posts.
Just because the nonsensical speeches and single syllable words made sense to you, didn’t mean it was correct. If you read the Tweets, the rhetoric and don’t feel a bit insulted or ignore the bouncing orange ball in DC, you may not be bright enough to be involved in the conversation about it.
America’s become a laughing stock to the entire world. We put the most vile, crude, brain-dead simpleton in charge of this country. This isn’t a difference in political ideology. This is a difference in human decency. Most of you were so blinded by rage and hatred of Hillary Clinton that you lost sight of simple human decency. The signs were there. White America just didn’t care about them; just like they did with other killings of unarmed black men by law enforcement, dating back to eras most of you aren’t ready to hear yet. This didn’t start with Rodney King. Not even close.
It’s not that they went unnoticed; folks saw it. Instead of trying to understand, large sections of White America became a jaded peanut gallery on the posts and conversations of anyone concerned about an issue of race. I think they’re aware they’re being shitty, but don’t realize what they’re actually saying aloud when they comment publicly on videos of police brutality or any other racially charged post.
I’m not sure what inspires some of you to post publicly things like, “well, let’s see the rest of the video” when someone without a weapon on them was killed by a cop.
I see whatcha did there. You probably felt so witty, too. You wrote your lil comment and felt all proud. Thing is, what you really wrote was “I revel in the murder of black people.”
I get that isn’t what you wrote, but it’s the exact message you send.
Another unarmed minority is killed by law enforcement. The story hits. You comment again, “Well, if they would have just complied…” Or, better yet, you witty ones that opted to show just how racist you weren’t by hashtagging #alllivesmatter in response to the BLM movement.
Again, you make your lil statement, feel all proud because you publicly supported the police. Good job. Corn Bread Trophy for you. Hacksaw Jim Duggan would be proud of you. So too would Kid Rock. And fucking Chachi. You can do that. You can say things like “law and order” and “war on crime”. You can say you #backtheblue. I still see you for what you are and what you are doing.
So too can anyone that has spent time in the black community, or is part of it. Every time you write it, what is read is that you revel in the murder of black people. It might not be what you meant, but it’s how it lands. John Ehrlichman and Lee Atwater already laid out your codespeak, and if you don’t know those names, you aren’t really looking much into the side you align with. You are just dropping to your knees and blindly supporting them.
When kids like Trayvon Martin are killed, those same people wrote that he should have just complied. Oh, not Zimmerman, who disregarded law enforcement and went after an innocent kid any way. The racism runs so deep, people thought Martin should’ve listened to the fat vigilante. He didn’t, nor should he have. Zimmerman started a fight, got his ass eviscerated by a teenager, so he shot him, claiming self-defense. I read, from people I knew, that justified it as if Zimmerman were a cop. White people that did not know him paid for his defense...and offense; donations helped pay for a suit to sue Martin’s family.
It’s funny, cause I can go back and read things people wrote, and it’s no coincidence they were sporting red trucker hats a few years later. You can call your red MAGA trucker hat whatever you want. I call it a Klan hood. You can say thug as many times as you want, I know what you mean. Whatever level of slick verbiage you think you wield, you don’t.
The level of hypocrisy from so many of the problem is sickening. When Martin was killed, I read comments justifying it from people that actually ran away from cops with me, side by side, in another lifetime. I, for one, am thankful that when I ran away from cops when they busted keg parties in the 1980’s and 90’s, I was never shot in the back. Call me crazy, but if a member of Door County’s finest shot your son for running from a kegger, Karen would lose her mind. She’d scratch her Back the Blue bumper sticker off the next fucking day.
Even for the folks that are involved and see the bigger picture need to do more, including me. We all owe it to ourselves, the country and the population of people America set up to fail from the start. If you don’t agree with that, it’s time you educate yourself on the reality of your existence.
If you’re my age, it’s quite likely the history you were taught was wrong. At best it ignored the worst of us. At its worst, we were fed a ton of propaganda. We just never knew it, and unless you’ve pushed yourself to think openly and do independent research, it made you highly vulnerable to the actual fake news that’s been pumped into our social media streams by foreign outlets.
I cringe as people struggle to decipher a difference between a bullshit, unproven bit of looney bin material in memes and politically charged gifs and repost them without a thought. To be clear, I don’t care if you’re a boomer, a hick, or just plain stupid. Most of the stuff that gets passed around would look suspect to anyone that looked at it critically. Between the failure to recognize bogus material and the chosen oblivion of obvious signs Trump was a mistake, white credibility is severely damaged in America right now, even if you weren’t part putting Trump’s idiotic ass in office.
Too many people didn’t say a word while a fucking presidential candidate advocated putting Muslims on a register. Instead, you cheered and voted for him, despite this being a clear constitutional violation. Who cares, right? It didn’t impact you , and even though you didn’t know any Muslims, you’re sure they are bad. Also, you weren’t smart enough to consider how quickly that would radicalize people and create the problem you proclaimed to fear.
He mocked disabled people. You voted for him anyway.
He mocked women. You voted for him anyway.
He denigrated the outgoing black president and questioned his birth certificate. You voted for him anyway.
He called Mexicans rapists and criminals. You voted for him anyway.
He called for a wall to keep “illegals” out, while he was employing “illegals”. You voted for him anyway.
He said Mexico would pay for the wall. They didn’t. You voted for him anyway.
He told the country he’d eliminate the health care for the majority of America’s minorities. You voted for him anyway.
He called cast members on the Apprentice the N Word. You voted for him anyway.
He called countries with primarily black and brown populations “shithole countries”. You voted for him anyway.
He made a known homophobe his vice presidential candidate. You voted for him anyway.
He called Collin Kaepernick a son of a bitch for protesting peacefully. You voted for him anyway, and like robots, hated Kapernick because your master told you to.
Under normal circumstances, it might be argued that your vote does not necessarily define you. All of this was prior to being elected; all of it was known. If you chose that path despite all of that, you’ve already stated loudly and proudly that equality, decorum, tact, racism, bigotry and hate are not deal breakers for you.
If you regret it, just own it. Publicly; as publicly as you championed him. If you stand by the decision and think it’s been a great four years, well then, just call yourself a racist so at least we know to write you off from here on out.
He was sold as a change from the bad norms of Washington DC. Before elected, it was widely known that:
He had sex with a porn star while his wife was pregnant. He paid her off to stay quiet. You voted for him anyway.
He invited unethical and likely illegal help from a foreign nemesis. You voted for him anyway.
He had ties to Jeffery Epstein. You knew. You voted for him anyway.
He was backed by the KKK and other hate groups. You didn’t denounce them and voted for him anyway.
He refused to disclose his physical and accepted his boasting of amazing health and voted for him anyway.
He bragged of sexual assault. On camera. You voted for him anyway.
He gave speeches that were legitimately nonsensical. You voted for him anyway.
He screamed America first but was hiding dealings with foreign companies. You voted for him anyway.
He refused to release his tax returns. You voted for him anyway.
He mocked prisoners of war, from his party. You voted for him anyway.
He dodged the draft. Not only did you vote for him, you somehow branded him a military president.
People predicted a disaster, and boy did we get one. Every sign that this could go terribly wrong was there, and White America voted him in anyway. It’s been no better since then. It doesn’t make anyone look less racist to blame Obama for problems going down now, or refuse to put his portrait up like a petty child with insecurity issues.
When a white supremacist killed a white person protesting white supremacy, he called the white supremacists “very fine people”. You defended him and would’ve voted for him again.
Under his direction, Latino kids were placed in cages, separated from families, and sexually abused. You would’ve voted for him again.
His cabinet dropped like flies. Many called out illegal activity as they left. You’d have voted for him anyway.
His aides ended up in prison. You would have voted for him again anyway.
He sought out foreign help in an election, again. You’d have voted for him again anyway.
He was convicted of fraud through a cancer charity for kids. You’d have voted for him again.
He incited violence during a pandemic, calling for states to liberate themselves. You’d have voted for him again, anyway.
He’s referred to as a Foreign Agent by Russia. You’d have voted for him again anyway.
He eliminated the Pandemic Office and blueprint for how to handle one. You’d have voted for him again.
He called the virus that killed 100,000 Americans a hoax, and mangled the response. You might have voted for him anyway.
The man told America that they could inject fucking Lysol and play with some UV light to solve a virus. You…..were…..gonna….vote...for...
I can’t. I just can’t. Neither should you. This presidency is going to topple hard. When it does, whatever has been known about how shady the entire Trump family was will pale to what comes out from behind closed doors.
The Trumps are not alone.
Just a month ago, rallies were held by white people in even whiter communities surrounding the most segregated metro-area in the country, because, you know, hair cuts and money. So, sitting there, publicly demanding the entire state be reopened while black and latino people of Milwaukee were being disproportionately decimated just two miles away by the virus. It was no accident that the universal flag for racist losers and Nazi memorabilia were on prominent display. This disease preyed on communities already suffering from years of abuse and neglect, with armed white protesters screaming for the state to reopen. You can make the case that it was celebration of minority death. I mean, why bring universally racist icons if it isn’t?
For the life of me, I cannot recall a single supporter, present or otherwise, condemn it. Did anyone call out the people that brought the symbols of hate there? No. They looked away from it and accepted it. Not a soul said anything about it. To clarify, If you sport either one, you’re a fucking racist. Let’s finally drop the Southern Heritage thing. For fuck’s sake, Wisconsin isn’t even down south. If your heritage is rooted in treason, ownership of people, and preserving an inequitable society, you’re a racist. You can convince yourself of whatever you want to, but it can’t make you any less of a racist piece of shit. You’re either racist, dumb, or both. I am guessing both.
Racism needs to become a non-negotiable. It won’t, until it is identified, put on blast, attacked and destroyed.
I’m done being patient with mouth breathers, and to beat racism, there’s no room for it. There are way too many people with access to keyboards in small towns they never left, but are quick to declare themselves as experts on issues of race and diversity. If that’s you, stop it. If you haven’t been involved significantly in situations that provide context, you need to sit at the kids table on this one.
And, on that note, if you have spoken a negative word about the peaceful protests of Colin Kaepernick, and are silent now, shame on you. Trump’s rhetoric was bound to have explosive consequences. If you did that and are loud about the looting, you are a hypocrite of epic proportions. You also know nothing about violence, non-violence, or riots. You might not have tossed a brick but your fingerprints ended up on this mess anyway.
Racists are bullies by nature. If you’ve dealt with these folks, you might’ve concluded that there’s only a few stimuli that stands them down. Typically, a significantly bruised ego and violence do the trick. Violence is a hot topic of late.
Let’s be clear; MLK’s protests were hardly non-violent. The opposition to racial equality was so unbelievably strong, violence was automatically factored in before they even started. MLK knew he’d be beaten, sprayed with hoses, arrested, and demonized by the FBI and American public. White hate ran synonymous with violence. He knew his life was in danger. The hostility was so thick against equality that it wasn’t really peaceful as it was no -retaliatory. There was violence, and a lot of it. And, it was started by white people.
Looking at the videos from yesterday and the day before, it appears as if its is that way once again. If you are going to invoke the word of MLK, keep in mind, staying peaceful didn’t make things equal. The shit he was protesting for continued. In fact, every legal step in the history of this country to level the playing field for blacks and whites was met with immediate white resistance.
While we’re on the topic of MLK, he had a lot of worthwhile material that you won’t find on Pinterest memes used to passively show black people how you feel they should protest. For instance, he called rioting the voice of the unheard.
I think that last statement is telling, and a perfect way to close this out. I don’t know a thing about the Minnesota Governor, but read a quote of his that I whole-heartedly agree with, albeit on differing premises. He said, something to the effect of, “This has nothing to do with George Floyd anymore.”
To that I agree.
This is about a whole lot more. This is about the similar cases of brutality that were fumbled by justice. This is about a tone-deaf system that ignored the skyrocketing costs of things like college and rent, and growing disparity between the haves and have nots. This is about a refusal to make resources equitable. This is about unresolved residue from years of redlining. This is about disparities in education. This is about an America that, for the first time in history, won’t be a white majority.
And this is about the last four years, while people tolerated your intolerance and warped ideology. The rhetoric was wrong. If you can’t call the grifter in the White House a mistake as our country sits in the most epic pile of shit it’s ever been in, fuck you and the colorblind white horses ass you rode in on. Mistakes happen. Own it and move on. Right now, a lot of people paid attention to your odd devotion to the man spewing hate from the White House, and are waiting to see what you do with it. People are mad now, but when his tantrums turn to full-scale assaults on American freedoms, your support will not be so quickly forgotten.
I began working in urban education in 1995, when the nearly all-white college I went to, refused to place me in an urban setting, so I did it on my own. Since then, I’ve worked almost extensively in the black communities of Milwaukee and West Palm Beach, with a couple of short exceptions. 25 years, tens of thousands of hours and a lifetime of experiences...I have to tell you, though; the same bullshit doesn’t happen in reverse.
Not in Florida, not in Milwaukee. On this, I have context.
If you’re on a fence, don’t be. In 21 years I’ve spent much of it where I am the minority, I haven’t ever, not one single time, been made to feel bad for my race. I’ve not once been treated like I didn’t belong, didn’t fit in, or didn’t have a spot at the table.
When my son transferred to the urban school I teach at, he experienced the same. He’ll be one of two white kids in his graduating class, but was instantly treated with acceptance and inclusion. Why is that? You don’t have to be a historian to know if distrust and hesitation are going to exist, it should be coming from the other direction. It isn’t, though.
What I’ve almost never had, was a request to see what I do. The post humpers love to tell everyone what they think, but don’t really seek understanding. I make it pretty clear where I work and what I do. Nobody ever asks if they could shadow me, and see what I see.
And I wouldn’t mind it if people would.
My experience working with the black community has been profoundly positive and if you are sitting on a fence, the route to getting off of it requires getting involved in something.
There are answers to the issues we have, and they start with an overhaul of the US presidency and current state of affairs with American policing. As a fight trainer that’s been around a number of gyms, I can tell you that very few police officers put time into their skills in restraints. I am beyond positive that more time spent doing that would immediately reduce some of the issues.
It doesn’t solve the racism, but it does solve some of the things that are leading to needless death. It’s just one example that it is not an impossible issue to brainstorm on.
I have seen, for the first time, officers from other districts put out videos, passionately calling for you not to lump them in with the bad ones. It’s the first time I’ve seen this, and it is a massive step in the right direction. The next step is to get the good ones to validate they are the majority. Standing up to bad colleagues is a good starting point. I saw an example of that today, which is also a first. The window for good cops is open, but on a short timer. The good ones need to know the whole world is watching. For the public, there’s no way for anyone to look at an officer and know where they fall. That shouldn’t be. The good ones have the power to step up and ensure everyone can tell the difference by their actions when something corrupt happens.
The difference lies in action. When your partner abuses someone, what will you do? In my profession, I’m a felon if I don’t report potential abuse I see. It made my profession better. Will you step in front and prevent a death?
Would you accept me defending teachers that got it on with your kid? If a colleague beat your kid, and I blamed the kid, would you think the same of me? I wouldn’t, and be honest, you’d be fighting mad. I’d be lumped in with it simply for my defense of it.
As bad as this is, I strangely feel like there’s finally hope for tangible change. I don’t like seeing the looting or violence, but we’ve had black folks in this country for exactly 401 years now, and there’s not been a single one that you could call a good one for African-Americans. Some have just been less painful than others. That said, there are signs that Americans of all races aren’t going to accept terrible treatment of others. While a lot of Americans feel like they want racial harmony, I’m not convinced at all that’s what the government or even some police departments actually want. I think a lot of people fear racial unity.
I agree that riots can be the voice of the unheard, but they’re also not immune from manipulation. I also know they’re highly predictable, and based by similarly predictable public comments condemning the looting. It inadvertently provides proof there’d be incentive to nudge it along. Don’t confuse perceived tolerance with an acceptance of looting; rather, a wait for judgment until all video comes out. Sounds familiar, right? You do it for the officers, even when it’s not needed. Why not here? Other than the irony, there’s good reason to reserve judgment. I have questions. I’ve seen trays of bricks left out in streets on videos and have a ton of questions to be answered before I blindly take that bait.
It doesn’t even truly matter right now which side it came from. The only way things are going to finally level off in this country is with a complete blow out and with better leadership. The latter ain’t on the menu for November. Americans deserve better than the two candidates presented to us, and if the two on the ballot are the best we’ve got, we suck. The leadership will have to come from the people in spite of whomever sits in the White House.
To be clear, I’ll have no issue with the Republican Party if and when they the hate is run out of it. There’s no place in any party for homophobes, racists, xenophobes or idol worshipers. Several from within the party have spoken up, but are quickly drowned out by threats from above and folks that love Trump more than they love the country. For those wishing for the full demise of that party, that isn’t good either. An unopposed Democratic Party worries me as well.
That party might not have the same hate in it, but the brass is not in-tune with people willing to vote for them. I don’t trust them to make the decisions without a solid differing voice. They’ve got work to do too; in particular, around a few really sharp candidates in Corey Booker and Kamala Harris that have had little support and a demonstrated ability to work with the other side. Differing voices need to be heard when not uttering hate language.
Right now, the differing voice calls pandemics hoaxes, skipped holding their own primary, and treated election security bills like a kickball. It’s also attempted to restrict first amendment rights by threatening to take over social media. Until there’s no overt hate or deceit in that voice, it’s a game of lesser evils. Sorry, but presence of hate sells out the one on the right.
For now, anyway. Time will tell what happens from here. History has failed at every available step to make things right. When slavery sort of showed up on our new land’s doorstep 401 years ago, nobody spoke up enough. When our country was formed in 1776, Washington had a chance to put money where his mouth was, but didn’t. He called slavery wrong, but owned over 100. The country followed his lead. In 1807, violence erupted in Haiti and the surrounding area contemplated the future of slavery. Nothing was done. 1857, citizenship was removed from all free black people in America, little was said or done. 1865, Lincoln’s plan ends abruptly when he’s killed. The new president is impeached and undermined equality so bad even fellow southerners cringed.
Andrew Johnson also facilitated the start of the KKK by pardoning Nathan Bedford Forrest, a known war criminal, resulting in the deaths of thousands of African-Americans to domestic terrorism. The trend continues into our modern era. Our timeline needs a moment for significant change, and waiting isn’t going to work.
For a country coming out of a 2.5 month lockdown, with 40 million unemployed and 100,000 plus dead from a virus mishandled by a man that stared directly to an eclipse, that time is now.
#milwaukee#minneapolis#police brutality#george floyd#protests#donald trump#racial inequality#us history#armaud arbery#breonna taylor#philando castile#corey booker#kamala harris#joe biden#hillary clinton#washington dc#COVID19#reopen america#nazis#confederate flag
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XXXTENTACION SONGS
aye, wassup! on jahsehs periscope he said we needa stop shitting on the new fans n put em on his other music so for all the new fans of x, welcome! heres a list of some of my favourite songs by x that are good, other than look at me 😤😊 im tryna help his songs get out there. share this to your friends!! — YOU CAN FIND THESE ON HIS SOUNDCLOUD
1. R.I.P ROACH
2. vice city
3. I dont wanna do this anymore
4. ILOVEITWHENTHEYRUN
5. Never — A/N this shit is so fuckin soothing
6. Teeth (interlude)
7. #ImSippinTeaInYoHood
8. LETS PRETEND WERE NUMB
9. BUY GARETTS CLOTHES OR ILL FUCKING KILL YOU
10. Bodies
11. RIOT
12. Elephant In The Room
13. RUN UP ON ME (SNIPPET)
14. I spoke to the devil in miami, he said everything would be fine
15. IGOTPLENTYDICKSTOSHARE (SNIPPET)
16. IWATCHEDHIMDROWN — this song is on skis soundcloud
17. Catch
18. White Girl
19. I LUv My CLiQuE LiKe KaNyE
20. MANIKIN
21. YuNg BrAtz
BONUS 🖤
22. a helping hand, not a song. — some words from x if you need a lil help 🥀
yall welcome have a good fuckin time listening to these bops (@xxxtentacion)
#jahseh onfroy#freex#Xxxtentacion#Xxxtentacion songs#yungdagerdick#xlikeshispuddingtapioca#bad vibes forever#vro
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will take any fallout crumbs for the wip game pretty pls
I’m actually done the next chapter and am just editing the typos! Our beloved duo just got out of a tough spot and are now planning their next move, with the help of some new allies. Is there angst? Of course. Is there another tension-fueled moment? Maybe so. Is there a car chase? It’s more likely than you think. I’m hoping to get it out there later today so be on the lookout.
But here’s a lil snippet for you:
"You know, if I was being chased, I'd expect you to be a little faster with that door," Molly said as she climbed out through the window.
"Like you were earlier today?" the boy asked as she walked by. "How did Bruiser hold up at top speed?"
"Steering wheel starts to shake around 80 so you might want to look into that. Also, I lost the armor cover on the window to a machine gun," Molly reported. Michelle took this opportunity to exit the car, Peter still not giving her any semblance of consciousness as she tried to make him stand. The new boy watched her curiously and then glanced back at Molly, expectant. "Oh yeah, I got some new friendos I picked up from Beck's. Guys, this is Alex Wilder, and uh, your names are... Mary, I think- no! That's wrong, it's Michelle, and that is... Paul? He-." She just gestured to Peter who was still slumped in Michelle's arms. "-got taken over by Riot."

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Scruff’s Top 5 (Cornhole For A Cure, North High School’s Spring Fling, Weekend At The Firehouse)
This was the first weekend in March, I had two events plus daylight savings it was going to be a busy weekend. On top of my events it's the start of a new month, another month of music writing and moving towards my goal of 2 tracks a month.
Friday Night At The Firehouse
Friday night I made my way down to the Firehouse and I was ready to party. The firehouse was quite packed with a different array of people, made it quite hard to read the crowd at first but once we got rolling the dancing train was on the move. I played some classic hits but mostly stayed to tracks within the last 2 years. I really want to focus on that era of music, with prom season coming up and the bars getting filled with a younger crowd, staying current and fresh is the way to go. Now, with all that said I still feel like when I hit the 70's and 80's BBQ hits magic erupts on the floor. I've been playing a Maze/Beyonce mash of Before I let go for the last few weeks and it goes hard, couple that with some Gap band you can feel the future summer vibes.
Cornhole For A Cure
Saturday morning Lee and I made our way to the Sheldon Event Center to help Kim our newest DJ set up for the Cornhole function, a fundraiser for Relay for Life. Lee and I DJ'd this event last year and we knew that this would be the perfect event for Kim, something with a little length to it that is casual enough to let your creativity flow. We are in the process of getting her ready for the upcoming wedding season, this was her chance to get her feet wet a bit.
Sioux North Winter Formal
Later on Saturday evening Lee and I made our way down to North Middle School in Sioux City for North High School's Spring Fling. It's not often that Lee and I get the chance to rock a dance floor together, usually we are double booked and going in different directions. Tonight we had the chance to show the kids why we are one of the best companies in Northwest Iowa. We played everything from Mo Bamba to La Chona and everything in between. We were both quite nervous, though we have been Dj's for 10 years now it seems like year #1 with the next generation coming on to the music scene. Figuring out how to play some of this new music can be a struggle, especially when apps like Tik Tok only play snippets and that means the kids only know a chorus of a track or a specific verse. I will say it definitely keeps us on our toes and we enjoyed the challenge.
Firehouse #2
To round off my busy weekend I made my way to the Firehouse which is only 5 mins from the Spring Fling. The crowd wasn't as young as on Friday night so I keep it moderately on the throwback side of things. I did play some tracks from the crunk era as well as the early 2010's. I've noticed that songs like Yeah! or Get Low will always be a hit but a lot of that music from that era is slowly fading away. Hit's like The Box and Ballin are the new classics and combining those with some Bruno Mars, Lizzo, and Chris Brown you've got yourself a party. I will say that I enjoyed playing some of those early 2000 crunk hits. Some Lil Scrappy and Terrance Howard will get your body moving like on Stomp The Yard.
Radio Show
I can't believe I've been on the air for over 4 years now! I just surpassed my 200th episode and I would have never thought that a young man from NYC living in Iowa would get played on radio stations across the world playing house music. I just want to thank everyone who has listened and continues to support my journey in music. Sheldon's Dance Experiment Radio Show
Money In The Bank - Lil Scrappy ft Young Buck
Space Riot - Shadow Child
Expressing What Matters - Disclosure
Strike It Up (Scruff Remix) - Black Box
Can You? - DJ Scruff
#dj#djlife#music#House music#Tech house#hip hop#radio dj#DJ Scruff#dj blog#blog#digital journal#Journey#workhardplayhard
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release date, tracks & everything we know
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release date, tracks & everything we know - http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=26699 The Rager is set to drop a new record on Friday (August 3). Here's everything we know so far. What is Travis Scott’s new album called? The Texan rapper’s new album is reportedly going to be called ‘Astroworld’, a reference to his favourite Six Flags theme park as a kid. Aw. When will ‘Astroworld’ be released? August 3. Scott confirmed previous reports regarding the release date as he unveiled the LP’s striking artwork on July 31 – check it out below. The colourful, David LaChapelle-shot cover features an enormous golden sculpture of Scott’s head. ASTROWORLD8/3/18 pic.twitter.com/AIVmf8BHZd — TRAVIS SCOTT (@trvisXX) July 31, 2018 The installation first appeared on the roof of Amobea Music in LA on July 27. Another giant sculpture then popped up outside of Houston’s Minute Maid Park. Scott released a trailer for the album along with social media posts, confirming that his new album will indeed be released August 3. In the trailer, Scott can be seen travelling across a futuristic frozen landscape in space, accompanied by new track ‘Stargazing’. ASTROWORLD 🌎🚀🌎8/3/18https://t.co/srwCzNelW7 — TRAVIS SCOTT (@trvisXX) July 30, 2018 #ASTROWORLD FUCKING READY TO LOOSE MY SHIT IN A COUPLE DAYS. LEGIT BLOWING ANY AND EVERY SPEAKER I CAN FIND !!!!!! KIDS LETS FUCKING EAT. — TRAVIS SCOTT (@trvisXX) July 30, 2018 Earlier this year, Travis was in Miami recording with a ton of producers including Mike Dean, Nav, Sonny Digital and FKi 1st but the rapper did post this photo on Jul 16 of him chilling in a pool with the caption: “Worry not 🌍🌍🌍”, hinting that the record was indeed complete. Now we know for certain that it is. More fuel was added to the fire, when Mike Dean shared a photo of a hard drive of the album suggesting it was ready to go. On Wed 18 July, Travis reportedly stopped by his label, Epic records, to play them the album too. The office was seen decked out with ‘Astroworld’ banners. Travis Scott also appeared on the cover of GQ magazine on July 17 with girlfriend Kylie Jenner. Now, if we know magazines (which we do), covers are almost always linked to promo cycles. Just sayin’. Have we heard any tracks from ‘Astroworld’ yet? Yes and no. We have heard new music but who’s to say if it will appear on the new record. On May 4th, La Flame aka Travis dropped a new track featuring Kanye West and Lil Uzi Vert called ‘Watch’. Listen to it below. At Rolling Loud festival, later in May, Travis debuted a snippet of a song fans are calling ‘Stargazing’, the visuals behind the track were of rollercoasters, suggesting it could feature on ‘Astroworld’, but the plot thickens. On July 6, Travis liked an Instagram comment from a fan that read “For everyone that’d freaking out about the sound that Travis keeps going for, I honestly believe these are just throwaways and just uses them for club bangers. I don’t feel like he would ever let these cuts be on the album assuming we’re getting an album better than Rodeo”. Has everything we’ve heard to date just been a tease? It also looks likely that the tracklist will feature a follow up to what is considered to be one of Travis Scott’s best songs to date, ‘Drugs You Should Try It’. In an Instagram live post, producer FKi 1st told his followers from the studio in Miami “Drugs You Should Try It? We making part two of that shit”. Watch the video below. What else do we know about the record? Travis might have some indie influences on ‘Astroworld’, too. Late last year, he was spotted in the studio with psycho-rock master, Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker. Travis Scott was in the studio with Kevin Parker of Tame Impala last night pic.twitter.com/lbPusBZs11 — Rodeo 🎪 (@RodeoTheAlbum) October 17, 2017 And in January, he was vibeing on Radiohead, tweeting: “Thom Yorke in my system” Thom Yorke in my system — TRAVIS SCOTT (@trvisXX) January 9, 2018 He also recently told GQ magazine that the new record would be an ode to his hometown of Houston. It’s also likely to touch on fatherhood, after a whirlwind relationship with the youngest of the Kardashian clan, Kylie Jenner, saw the couple give birth to their first daughter Stormi in March. Travis has also been seen working with PARTYNEXTDOOR, who was romantically linked to Kylie before the pair got together. Travis and PARTYNEXTDOOR have collaborated in the past, so that’s no huge surprise to fans. PARTYNEXTDOOR and Travis Scott in the studio pic.twitter.com/KeWloCymMu — Rodeo 🎪 (@RodeoTheAlbum) October 28, 2017 One thing’s for sure, the fan anticipation around ‘Astroworld’ is building fast so if it’s not finished, The Rager probably oughta get out the pool and back in the studio, before he has a riot on his hands. On July 27, photos started emerging of a giant, golden replica of Travis Scott’s head fixed to the roof of the Amoeba Records store in LA. Representatives for Scott confirmed that it was officially from the artist’s team but no more information has been revealed. Source link
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Childish Gambino Performed His Only Show This Year at Governors Ball & It Was Epic AF
Childish Gambino Performed His Only Show This Year at Governors Ball & It Was Epic AF
Donald Glover has been making a killing in every aspect of life. After winning a Golden Globe for his FX hit Atlanta, delivering the soulful yet funky Awaken, My Love! album and becoming a father in the past year, the 33-year-old multi-hyphenate (he sings and raps under the name Childish Gambino, acts, writes, and tells jokes exceptionally well) added headliner at New York City’s Governors Ball Music Festival to his stacked résumé. “This is the only show I’m gonna do this year,” he said on Saturday night (June 3). “I’m gonna try and blow the sh-t off of this motherf–ker.”
Wearing an all-white outfit with a headwrap (he eventually went shirtless), Gambino glided and shimmied across the Honda stage like it was his living room. His live band and back-up singers complemented every riff and falsetto, which were major keys in the Funkadelic-inspired LP he dropped last December. “I tried to speak from my soul and sh-t but sometimes you just want to turn up,” said Gambino about his latest effort.
keep all your dreams, keep standing tall ✨ #childishgambino #awakenmylove #govballnyc
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He often requested crowd participation, though attendees jumped and sang along to nearly every track at will. “I don’t want you to climax yet. I need this sh-t to be an 8. You want to go to a 10, do you but this needs to be an 8. When this sh-t goes off, feel free to jump the f–k around,” said Gambino before diving into “Zealots of Stockholm [Free Information]” off his Grammy-nominated album, 2013’s Because The Internet.
It was difficult not to body roll for other melodic offerings like the grown and sexy number “Terrified.” “This lil’ kid who sang this is going to play baby Simba,” Gambino also noted with pride, referencing his gig in Disney’s upcoming remake of The Lion King. He then switched up the vibe by performing the sunny track “California,” lighting a blunt and proclaiming, “I love good weed.”
Gambino’s love for his fans was greater, though, as he reflected on his come-up: “I just wanted to tell you guys personally how much I love every single one of you. The best parts of my show was when I first started doing them, I saw every type of person come to that show.” He recalled a 7-foot man with goth makeup who was wearing a dress, who hugged him and said, “Thank you for Camp.” Gambino continued, “It was like the sweetest, greatest feeling I’ve ever had. I just want to say you guys have stuck with me for forever and I love you for that. But right now I want to play a couple of songs I think you should know if you’re a true Gambino fan.” Because The Internet-era Gambino emerged with performances of “I. Crawl,” “IV. Sweatpants” and “3005.” He later performed a snippet of his beloved Tamia cover for “So Into You.”
i’ll be right by your side till 3005 — #childishgambino #govballnyc
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While orchestrating the turn-up, the most tender moment came when Gambino shared the name of his son before performing “Baby Boy.” “This song is dedicated to everybody in this crowd and my young son, Legend,” said the singer, who rarely divulges about his private life.
For the finale, Gambino went into full Donald Glover mode and incorporated a sketch about a house party hook-up with a woman soundtracked by cuts like Lil Wayne’s “Mrs. Officer” and Rihanna’s “Sex With Me.” Once he reached the part in the story where the neighbors call the cops and the only option is to hide together in the bathroom with his lady, he cued up “the perfect song to make out to” and performed the effortlessly sexy “Redbone.” Before leaving the stage, Gambino suggested that his next project could be his final, saying, “I’ll see you for the last Gambino album.”
even sexier live. can i please watch this show again? #redbone #childishgambino #awakenmylove #govballnyc
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See Childish Gambino’s Governors Ball set list below.
Me and Your Mama
Boogieman
The Worst Guys
World Star
Have Some Love
Riot
Zealots of Stockholm [Free Information]
Telegraph Ave.
California
I. Crawl
IV. Sweatpants
3005
Stand Tall
So Into You (Tamia cover)
Baby Boy
Sober
Redbone
This article originally appeared on Billboard.
https://tunecollective.com/2017/06/04/childish-gambino-performed-show-year-governors-ball-epic-af/
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