Bug from show that airs at 3 am :P

SWV vs Xscape

SWV > Xscape

I see SWV & Xscape have a joint reality tv show coming out. I get it, everyone is trying to get their bag. However, in my humble opinion, they’re not even in the same category. At best, Xscape sounds like a really good high school talent show performance. Whereas SWV had that R&B & Hip-Hop mix that the 90s were so good at delivering. Even hardcore Hip-Hop heads dug them. I won’t even mention the Biggie line that he said about Xscape. Google it if you’re curious, haven’t heard, or have forgotten it. In my ignorant, semi-misogynistic youth I thought it was hilarious. Now, when I look back on it, I wonder how they felt about it. I wonder if they turned off Biggie songs when they came on the radio, or if they stopped dancing when they were at the club and the DJ played “Mo Money, Mo Problems’ or ‘Notorious Thugs’. Anyway, besides SWV being dope, they were one of the first R&B groups that I remember sampling other artists when they had a mashup with the King of Pop Michael Jackson’s ‘Human Nature’. With all that being said I’m sure I’ll watch for pure nostalgia. I’m also a sucker for reality shows, the worse the better see Bad Girls Club, Party Down South, and either one of the shore shows that MTV gave us.

The ethical conventionalist position would completely rule out the need for such moral reformers as Moses, Wilberforce, Gandhi, and King.

Samples, Kenneth Richard. ‘Without a Doubt: Answering the 20 Toughest Faith Questions. p. 234

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The Columbus Saints marched in the Wilberforce University homecoming parade, becoming the first drum corps that we’re aware of to participate in an HBCU homecoming! The WU Hounds of Sound Marching Band is brand new as of this year, and the Saints’ horn sergeant is in the band on scholarship.

Here’s some of the corps members with Wilber, the Wilberforce mascot!

I’d never done a homecoming for a school I haven’t attended before, but a piece of home was there for me to find- my old high school band was present, and was named best drumline & best band in the parade and battle of the bands! I was a high school senior and a struggling tuba section leader a full decade ago. The band is meeting the potential I always knew it had. It’s been a long time coming.

[photo: The Columbus Saints]

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A day of Silence Can be a pilgrimage in itself. A day of Silence Can help you listen To the Soul.

— Hafez, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy, renderings by Daniel Ladinsky, transl by H. Wilberforce Clarke et. al, (2006)

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Ioan Gruffudd as William Wilberforce in Amazing Grace

oh my god, they are making a queen charlotte bridgerton show. and like... why? why can't we just have actual biopic. why can't we have a biopic that shows that this was a woman who didn't take sugar in her tea to support abolition, but was part of an institution that fundamentally profited from slavery? why can't we talk about the joyful young woman who was forced to obey her rigid husband's rules, have 15 children, and could be both kind and cruel. just make a fantasy show. just. make. a. fantasy. show. i am tired.

Clifton: 7 Days to Die

by Bob De Groot and Turk

Cinebook

fic: Home Maintenance for the Modern Wizard

Many of us were on the edge of our seats last night hearing about the "man" "doing work" on @katie-alden 's neighbor's roof, which inevitably led to the thought of Draco and Harry needing work done on their roof and the chaos of me typing this directly into Discord at nearly 2am. Thanks to my co-conspirators/co-authors @katie-alden for the inspiration and @phoebe-delia for lending me Mrs. Wilberforce and a mini Draco-rant. Any errors are mine!

There was a leak in the roof above their bedroom. It had started small, barely noticeable, just a bit of a brown smudge on the ceiling really. Then came a solid week of heavy rain and the brown smudge had grown, and then broken open slightly, and now the steady drip-drip-drip into the bucket in their bedroom was driving Draco spare.

"I'll call someone," Harry said.

"Absolutely not," Draco replied. There would be no strange grubby workmen stomping in and out of his house. Draco would do it himself.

Harry looked at Draco sceptically. "You know you can't use magic. We live in a muggle area. Mrs. Wilberforce already seems like she's on to us after the stunt you pulled at the barbeque."

"We do not speak of the barbeque," Draco said, sitting up straighter and sipping at his breakfast tea.

Harry was going to be late for work if he didn't leave, so he sighed and kissed Draco on the cheek before flooing away.

When Harry returned home that evening, there was no sign of Draco. No note, nor evidence that Draco had been in the house for several hours at all. Harry went to the bedroom to change out of his work robes and heard a thump come from the roof. He looked up and paused, waiting to see if it would happen again. After a minute of silence, he finished changing and went to the en suite to splash some water on his face. The thumping started again, this time steady and loud. Harry frowned up at the ceiling. He went to the bedroom window, opened it, and carefully stuck his head out to see if he could catch a glimpse of what was causing the thumping. He caught a flash of blonde and then heard:

“Mrs. Wilberforce, as you can see I am trying to complete routine maintenance on my home. So if you would please keep your menthol-smelling, Chico’s-wearing arse out of my business it would be much appreciated.”

Harry hurriedly pulled his head back in through the window and all but ran outside.

By the time Harry made it out their front door, Mrs. Wilberforce was gone already, thank Merlin. Probably scurried back to her side of the street with her small, annoying dog in tow. But she'd likely be watching through her curtains.

"What are you doing up there?" Harry demanded.

Draco's face peered over the edge, looking halfway between harassed and relieved. "I told you I was going to fix this leak," he said smugly. "I got some supplies and had it patched by lunchtime."

"Then what are you still doing up there?" Harry asked.

The smugness faded from Draco's face and he reluctantly admitted, "The ladder door closed and locked me out. I've been stuck up here for hours! Get me down, Potter."

Harry sighed and went back inside to fetch his husband. Once Draco had cleaned up and they were having dinner, Harry asked him, "So it's all fixed then?"

Draco glared at him witheringly. "Of course it is, Potter. I consulted Home Maintenance for the Modern Wizard. They include chapters on muggle repairs in the expanded editions these days."

Harry smiled at Draco and went back to eating.

There was a rainstorm that night. The steady drip-drip-drip had turned into a chorus of them. Harry turned to look at Draco in bed.

"I'll call someone," Draco said and Harry kissed the back of his neck and went to sleep.