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i posted about this moment of yibo with his fellow starry oceans “classmates” and apparently more stuff happened later. this group/project was actually an effort by the golden rooster awards wherein veteran members of c-ent will refer young actors/actresses to be included. they will get to go to the event among other things and really, to represent the future of chinese cinema. but as we all know — yibo is a cut above the rest not only because of his popularity, but he is already nominated for an award that night. two things i wanna focus on. apart from him being at the center of the class photo.
1. Deng Chao actually came in at some point to engage with them. He cued WYB, asking him to give a small speech but WYB refused gracefully. You can say that it’s because he isn’t fond of speaking but I realized it’s more than that. He doesn’t want to hog the spotlight this time. He probably knows how his name was the only mentioned in one of the press release for it. Plus he already came in “late” so he doesn’t want to act more of a “star” even if he has the right to.
He wants to give other people a chance. He’s not some fame hungry celebrity who will jump at every chance to make himself the center of attention. At this time in his career, he actually understands what this program was about. To bring attention to lesser known actors/actresses so they can shine too. Even if some of these people will probably willingly or not stab him in the back at some point— he is still very generous and wanted them to get their moment. I always say that WYB is a good boy and this is what I mean by that. It’s easy to be good when everything is fine and dandy. But for someone like WYB who’s fielding fans and antis, he still chooses to be kind and focus on his work.
It’s what really sets him apart. It’s who he is as a person. You can be the most handsome, well dressed, best in acting, most popular — but you can’t fake what is already natural for WYB. He is genuinely a good person. I could never. Honestly. He is too good for this industry.
2. There are talks about him dashing off and leaving early. He only did this after telling Deng Chao ( to those who don’t know him, short answer is he is a senior in the movie industry ) about it. He was also very smiley and courteous while doing it. Plus we all know how busy his schedule. Even arriving at his hotel, tons of people were waiting for him.
to some, this may seem like he is acting like a diva but it reminds me of when he said that his time is not his own. one can only imagine how coordinated his schedule must be so he can give his attention to everything that needs it. 🤍
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The Experiment ~ Mark Sloan x Male Reader
An old memory comes back to 'haunt' Dr Sloan
He didn't expect to ever see you again
But there you were... Walking into Seattle Grace and talking to Chief Webber
"Mark! Are you even listening to me?" Derek snaps his fingers at his friend, but that didn't break Mark's stare
He watched you attentively as you walked towards him and Derek with the Chief
"Shepherd, Sloan this is Dr (L/n). Make sure you get on his good side as he is now our new ENT Attending" The chief introduces you
"Derek Shepherd" he says, shaking your hand and giving you a smile
"(Y/n) (L/n), pleasure to meet you~" you say, smiling with a warm tone in your voice
A silence fell as Mark failed to introduce himself, still just looking at you
"Sloan!" The chief says, nudging the attractive male out of his trance
"This is Mar-" Derek starts but you cut him off quickly
"Mark Sloan, I know~ We went to med school together" you say with a chuckle and gesture to Richard that you two should go finish up paper work
However you make sure to give a small wink to Mark as you walk past
And that man's eyes couldn't come off of you as you walked away
"Whats wrong with you, Mark? Cat got your tongue? And how come you never told me about (Y/n)?"
"Cause I barely knew him. I have a surgery to get to." The muscular man says and leaves his friend in the hallway
The truth was that not only were you and Sloan in Med school together, but you two also experimented together
For a while as well...
And no matter how good it was for the both of you, Mark didn't like to admit that he liked it - or at least he didn't back then, when Callie came out he tried to comfort her by saying "Hey! I kinda like guys too??"
"Dr Sloan! Perfect timing, I was just introducing Dr (L/n) to your patient" Yang explained, as she was his resident on the case which you now joined
"Dr (L/n)?" Sloan question
"Yes Dr Sloan, you are reconstructing this young woman her ears, so I will be needed for this surgery" you say with a smile and return to the patient
During the whole explanation to the patient, Mark looked at you and thousands of thoughts rushed through his head
Why are you here?
How have you been?
Does he still have feelings for you?
Was that the reason he stopped hooking up with you?
Why does he have a boner?
Oh no he has a boner.
And so on, so forth
"Dr Sloan, a quick word please?" You ask
The two of you walk out into the hall as Christna answers any questions the patient has
"Listen, I know I'm incredibly attractive and you want to profess your undying love to me, Mark - however we are both at work so please keep your eyes off of my face and ass? Could you do that for me?" You ask tearfully and giggle at the man's slow nod
"Sure, but we need to talk later" Sloan mumbles
"Talk? About what? I remeber you were the one that stormed out of my apartment half naked shouting "I'm not a homo"?" You say with a cold face, leaving the plastic surgeon slightly speechless
At lunch you are the most popular attending, like a steak of meat thrown to hungry lions, everyone wanted to get to know you, befriend you or bed you
"So why become an ENT?" Arizona asks
"More importantly are you single?" Another attending asks
"Leave the man alone, where did you study?" Asks Bailey
Sloan was left standing with an apple in his hand as the table was crowded with attendings and residents, especially ones with interests in your specialty
"Oh! Mark!" Dr Torez calls the man-slag over, making the smile on your face fade for a second
"Excuse me, I just need to go check on a patient" you say, getting uo from the table and walking off
But, Sloan followed you
And the next thing you know you're in a supply closet with your ex hook-up/fuck buddy/boyfriend/whatever
"What the hell, Mark??" You kinda shout, your hand rubbing your head as you knocked into a shelf
"Just give me 5 minuets to explain myself, (Y/n)! Please" Mark begs, his tall figure looming above you as his chest presses against yours
"Fine, but that's all you get" you say with a pissed off look
And so he started
Mark explained how he was ashamed of himself
How he didn't really want to break things off
How he was wholly in the wrong
And how he still has feeling for you
By the end of it, the tall man had a tear in his eye and a thin blush on his face, and you felt so bad for him and guilty for being a bitch to him earlier
"Mark... I'm sorry" you say, hugging him
"No, I'm sorry (Y/n)"
"Turn a new leaf?" You say with that warm smile that Mark fell for back in college
"Sure, sweetcheeks" Mark responds with the nickname he used to call you
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There won't be a part 2 sorry guys but I had to cheap out of D+ so Grey's anatomy is NOT on my mind
#gay#male reader#fanfic#fluff#greys anatomy#mark sloan#greys anatomy x reader#greys anatomy x male reader#x male reader#cute gay
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[image description: Two beautiful JC Leyendecker angels – with full haloes, wings, and finery – kneel in adoration. Their focus? A small pile of pale cheeses, swaddled in pleasing red wax. Text reads, “172, SMALL GOD – BABY CHEESES”]
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They don’t have names, just yet; they’re still too young and small and defenseless for that, nestled in soft wax shells like proto rinds, snuggled down in mangers lined with cheesecloth and the sweet smells of milk and hay. They don’t have any sharp edges. Those will come later, if they’re allowed to age and mature for that long.
They never are. That’s not why they’re here.
They’re a delicious snack, sweet and creamy and savory, all at the same time, filled with precious fats and delicate sugars. Each of them lives only as long as a lunch hour, but they nurture the body and the soul, and they consider their short lives well-spent. They feed us. we make them, and they feed us, and isn’t that worship, of a kind? Isn’t that a form of communion?
There are those, even among the pantheon, who say the small cheeses don’t belong. Who say that if you have no unique identity, no divine origin, and no continuity, you can’t be a god. And then there are those, like Firm Ent, the small god of cheesemakers, who say that all cheese is divine, regardless of whether or not it chooses to assemble itself a church; all cheese is proof that the
heavens love the earth, for why else would a process meant to bring on souring and decay end with something so flawlessly delicious?
Cheese is a sign of divinity’s love for the mortal, and the small cheeses are a reminder that this love extends even to the smallest and youngest of the humans.
Yes, there are those who are denied this sweet communion, but there are those who are denied every communion. The bald find little comfort in the hands of Tesla; the hungry yearn for Sandy but are all too often denied his affections. A thing need not be universal to be divine.
A thing need only be.
And the small cheeses most definitely, and deliciously, are.
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Move Fast, Keep Quiet
Jake x MC - One Shot - Smut
Words: 3.7k
This is technically a part three of my, I Can See You, story which I’ll link below but as it’s mostly smut, you honestly don’t have to have read them to understand what’s going on here.
After a month apart, Kenzi is delighted to have Jake close at hand once more, and the ride to the airport will be one she won’t forget for a very long time.
Again, this is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift! But you don’t have to like her to read. Explicit and wordy smut. The usual.
I Can See You - Bodyguard AU Part One
Meet me Tonight - Part Two
Kenzi
Seventy thousand voices rose in waves of glorious shared emotion and joy, the final notes ringing out as she waved and grinned so wide she feared her face would split. People often said she was drowning under the weight of her own star, her name in gilded blinding lights, and all her indiscretions forever marked in headlines for all of time. All the worlds a stage, as they say, and despite the diaphanous highs and concrete bone-cracking lows, she felt like she’d only just got her feet wet. No, she wouldn’t drown; she would swim and keep swimming until she reached the end of the road and some other young thing took her place.
The stadium crowd had a life of its own, like a massive set of lungs expelling and inhaling air as it surged and flowed, light-up wristbands forming rainbows and stars as they moved like unseeing hands tugged them back and forth. It never mattered how much she gave them blood, sweat, and tears, opening her veins and old wounds every night to entertain them. She adored it, and all those who spent their hard-earned money to see her, she couldn’t do any of it without them. But it had been a long run. She missed her home and Jake's heartbeat under her ear every night, lulling her to sleep and easing the pressure of her fame with his body before tumbling into dreams of paradise. He watched the entire show with her mom and Jessy, his electric eyes more dazzling than the many lights on her.
But her mind wasn’t with the fans, sobbing, cheering, demanding more music and time with Kenzi as she handed her mic to a stagehand. Her mind was already running to Jake, waiting behind the stage for her to take her home. She took a bow with her crew, dancers, band, and singers. Her cheeks ached from smiling too hard and singing for hours, and her blood was high as they walked offstage. Her mother and Jessy hovered at the left side, wrapping her in their arms as she closed her eyes and sighed, her entire body going leaden as the reality of this being the end of her tour sank in. Pulling back, she smiled at them both, but both knew she was looking for Jake as her eyes skipped around behind them. Her mom rolled her eyes, Jessy chuckled, and Kenzi didn’t bother to pretend she was abashed as her mom told her where to find him.
“Go, he’s by the janitor cart you use to get into the stadium.”
“Thank you. We’ll have dinner tomorrow, promise,” Kenzi swore, but her mom just snorted, arm around Jessy as she walked away and tossed a jesting comment back at her.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you next week for dinner, Kenzi. We both know you won’t leave the house until then.”
Laughing, Kenzi didn’t deny it as she hurried to where her mom told her Jake would be. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, matching the thump of her custom heels on the floor as she marched toward the man with his hands behind his back. His mouth curled into a soft smile he only ever used on her. He didn’t run to her, leaving it up to her if she wanted to give the world a glimpse into their romantic life. Her joy was a potent thing as she ran to him, throwing herself at him, knowing he’d catch her. She didn’t give it a second thought. She kissed him, fierce and hungry, his scratchy lips a delicacy she could never find anywhere else. After months of very little time together, all she wanted was to reacquaint herself with his body.
Strong arms gripped her tight, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth, and she opened with a happy gasp as his fingers dug into her bejeweled hips. The braying crowds and thousands of cell phones videoing them vanished as she gave herself over to him and drank from his mouth with a sweet desperation borne from four weeks apart as his actor client was doing press abroad. Her sore muscles complained as she hung from his neck, his hands roamed over her bare back, and her touch-starved heart trembled in her chest as he kissed her and made a quiver of shivers roll down her back in time with the bold stroke of his tongue against hers. Her delight soon overtook her; they had two months off together and had a vacation planned, their first, and she giggled into the kiss, parting from him before it turned too filthy for the people around them.
“You're a sight for sore eyes,” She teased him as she took his arm and let him lead her to her dressing room.
“I never understood that expression. Wouldn't sore eyes be a bad thing?” He joked, making her grin as she followed him inside her colorful space and locked the door behind her.
“Well, it's meant as a compliment... I missed you,” She breathed, meeting his eye as his mouth quirked into that smoky smirk she missed so dearly.
He held her at arm's length, appraising her scant outfit of a Swarovzki-adorned body suit, and she could see the moment his emotions switched from a longing yearning to that familiar maroon-hazed desire. But she had sweated under a thousand lights, danced, and pranced across the stage for hours. She was sticky and starving, and her sweat-rained skin cried out for the claustrophobia-inducing shower in the bathroom behind her. Jake's eyes softened as she pried her arms free from his neck and backed toward the bathroom.
“I need to wash the last three hours off me before you can keep looking at me like that.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes. A little sweat never bothered him, but her feminine soul was distressed at the thought of him touching or tasting her for the first time in a month before she could shower.
Her stage makeup felt like a mask fracturing on her skin as she slunk inside the bathroom, turned on the light, and closed the door, switching the shower on before undressing to give it a chance to warm up. She shucked off her shoes, leotard, and two pairs of tights, standing under the weak stream of lukewarm water as she took the fastest shower of her life. She left her hair in its elaborate braided crown. She kept it away from the fine spray as she rinsed the soap off her tired limbs, turning it off before getting out and immediately ensconced herself in a fluffy white robe. Her eyelids tried to droop as she hastily wiped her makeup off and applied a thin layer of moisturizer. She left the tiny bathroom to return to her man, waiting for her with a plate of chicken tenders, ketchup, and what seemed like ranch.
The growl her stomach let out made Jake's eyes narrow on her, and guilt, thick and rancid, sat heavy in her belly as she read the words in his eyes before his voice gave them life.
“What have you had to eat today, Kenz?” He murmured, gaze lazily stroking over her swaddled form as she flopped into the chair beside his and took the plate of food from him.
She twirled one of her chicken fingers in the two globs of sauce he'd put on her plate, red and white mixing, turning pink as she took a great bite of it to give her time to formulate a response he would find pleasing. Finding nothing, her shoulders slumped, and her throat was dry as she talked, but she still met his eye and wouldn't hide from him.
“Not much. I was too nervous you'd miss the flight, or something would go wrong on the last night... I couldn't stomach more than coffee and a slice of toast these past few days.”
Jake crossed his arms, brows furrowing as he pinned her with a no-nonsense look and said, “I figured. You're getting scrawny.”
Indignance reared up inside her, her predictable temper flaring as his eyes flashed with amusement, and his bearded mouth smirked, daring her to ignite. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
“And you need a shave, but we won't split hairs,” She taunted, pointing a chicken tender at him to ram her point home as he chuckled at her childishness. His beard was longer than usual, but it was still tidy enough.
“Okay, we'll talk about you taking better care of yourself once you've lost that homicidal glint in your eye,” Jake said in the dryest tone she'd ever heard. Her heart sang as she grinned at him, and they fell into an easy quiet as she ate.
It wasn't long before the knock on the door came, telling them their limo was waiting for them and their police escort was ready to follow them to the airport. Kenzi threw on a loose sweater dress, forgoing underwear as she couldn't remember which bag it was packed in and had no time to search for it. Jake took her hand, face hardening into that old mask of indifference she used to despise as he used his body as a shield to make it harder for any paparazzi to catch a shot of her. Her silly woman's heart loved it, especially when he moved her bodyguard away from the limo door and opened it himself, helping her inside before getting in, too.
The door slammed shut, the car instantly locking up once she was safely secured inside, and leather, her perfume, and Jake's scent were the fragrance of their ride as they left the stadium. They could see through the windows, but no one outside could see in. The partition between them and their driver slowly ascended, music pumped through the car speakers to give them more privacy as they wound slowly through streets packed with fans and journalists alike. It was dizzying knowing they all stayed to see her off. Gratitude flowed like gold through her veins as she settled in for the hour-long drive to the airstrip. Jake's hand branded her bare thigh, thumb rubbing circles into her skin and inching closer to her uncovered sex.
His head lowered, mouth at her ear as he asked, “How long is the drive again?”
His hand never ceased its movements, laying a trail of sparks and stars as it slid under her dress, fingers reaching where she was beginning to ache for him. Remembering too late that he’d asked a question, his smug grin only fueled the embers glowing ever-hotter in her core as she replied in a husky tone.
“An hour, maybe less, depending on how bored the driver is.”
“Plenty of time then,” Jake muttered, grasping hold of her chin and turning her face to his, kissing her soundly before she could take a breath to brace herself. Her pulse thrummed wildly in her throat, her ears a roar of blood pounding through her veins at supersonic speed, and she hoped the chauffeur wasn’t eavesdropping. She would have to be quieter than normal. It was a challenge; she knew she would fail but was willing to try anyway as he taunted her tongue with his and pressed in so hard she could only cling to his hair as he undid her.
Despite the loud music and sound of the tires kissing the blacktop, the heavy, too-quick thump of their hearts and each breath they shared echoed in her ears as liquid heat spiraled through her. She was dragged into his lap, straddling him, legs spread wide and knees balanced on the plush leather seats. He tasted like mint, safety, and freedom all at once, every brush of his tongue in her mouth a balm to her tattered edges after all her silly pining for a man in constant contact with her when he wasn’t on the job. Hearing him moan and growl dirty things through a phone just wasn’t enough for her, and she planned to make up for it now as she grew slick between her thighs, and the need for sweet friction made itself known.
His biting, bristling kiss, his hands bracing her waist, and her craving to be well and truly fucked made her mindless, forgetting where they were the moment his hand fell between them to hike her dress up her hips. The sound of a zipper pulling down cracked like thunder as his curious fingers found her naked cunt. Tracing the seam of her with a fingertip, he nipped at her bottom lip and growled into her mouth at finding her wet. Something like relief lay heavy on his tongue as he toyed with her. Her hips shivered as he grazed her clit, circling to chase his hand as he backed away and redoubled his efforts in stealing her breath. Tired of him having all the control, she let go of his hair and dropped her hand, blindly wrapping it around his thick cock and teasing him, stroking too gently to offer any friction as his hips tried to steal it from her.
She should’ve known by now that she was playing with fire, and he would not allow her to leave unburnt. Her smile was serpentine as he broke away, eyes darker than a midnight sea as they held her in sway. She twitched at the voracity of the hunger in his gaze, empty cunt already weeping as he stared into her like she was the only thing he ever wanted to eat.
“We don’t have time to play, Kenz. Lift up for me.” He urged, palming his cock as she did as he bid and tensed herself, wanting to feel every hard inch as he filled her and banished the emptiness, fast becoming impossible to think past.
He ran the fat crown of his cock through her slick folds, a tease and a promise as he lined up with her, breaching her entrance in a slow, rough glide that made both groan as she took all of him. They blinked owlishly at each other as she gave herself time to adjust to his rigid length, breath gasping as her inner walls trembled and gripped him so tight she could see the lines of restraint fraying on his pretty face as she rocked her hips to slacken her resisting muscles. He observed her struggling, eyes blowing black with lust as her whines of distress turned to soft cries of pleasure as a luscious sensation zinged through her nerves and lit her up inside, delicious heat erasing the worry that someone could see what they were doing as they stopped at a red light. Cameras flashed outside, her fears dissipating like mist as their driver put his foot down.
Slowly, maddeningly, Jake lowered his head. She expected him to kiss her, but he nudged her head to the side, baring her throat as he ran his nose up the side of her neck and back down again, inhaling her deeply into his lungs before pressing an open-mouthed kiss over her hammering pulse. She whined impatiently, and he sunk his teeth into her throat hard enough to mark her but not break the skin, and she bucked wildly against him. Her hands grasped at his shirt to keep her up as he helped her rise, both moaning in relief as she slid back down, and he smiled against her skin. Suddenly, irrationally, she wanted to hit him for making her feel so much in such a short time, but instead, she turned her head as he lifted his and captured his lips in a searing kiss.
Gone was the awkwardness of their first kisses and sexual encounters. They both knew what the other wanted by now, and he gave her that and more. It wasn’t gentle; it was a feral thing between them. He took her mouth savagely, licking at her lips until she granted him access, and his tongue dipped inside to tangle with hers. She nipped at his lips and was rewarded with a growl. His hands fell to her waist and lifted her. She was mindless, grinding down, down, down as more wetness eased his path. His every thrust met her fluid slide down, teasing her sensitive inner walls sumptuously, and her racing blood heated to boiling point as they moved together to find bliss. She was crazed, and he loved it. His kiss turned bruising as he helped her out, rocking his hips into hers while plundering her mouth.
Her hands tugged at his hair, trying to pull him inside her and surely causing him pain, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hands mapped her covered back, slipping down to grasp hold of her ass and knead until she practically purred. The friction of his cock against her tender flesh, his hands squeezed her ass as she clumsily bounced over him and narrowly avoided smacking her head off the car roof as her hands turned to claws and buried themselves in his shoulder for purchase. Heat and flame twined within her, coiling and tightening until she shook in his arms, desperate to release the pressure building and smothering rational thought. It was always the same after they were apart for a while: explosive and devastating when they got time alone to banish the time apart with bite marks and tattooed kisses on her neck.
When the song ended, the few seconds of silence permeated by their muffled grunts and harsh breathing before the next song played, and worries about the chauffeur hearing them evaporated once more as she took him to the hilt. Out of breath and drowning in his kiss, his cock stretching her cunt most sublimely, she managed to drag herself away from his clever mouth to draw in air as he took over her erratic movements. At the first flutter of her inner walls, he smirked and slammed her down on his cock so hard her teeth rattled, and her toes curled with the shock of it.
“Touch yourself for me. Try and keep it down.” He said, voice like silk over gravel as she deliberately tensed herself and pulled a dark low moan from his chest.
Nodding as he latched into her lips, swallowing her cries as he upped the pace, she sobbed as her hand found where they were joined, folds split by his cock as she swirled her fingers over her clit. Her heart was a rabbit in her chest, slipping over itself as pleasure sparked like fireworks through her bloodstream, and her focus turned inward to the incredible feel of his cock inside her taut wet heat. A few swipes of her fingers around her clit as the pressure rose like steam and scalded her, Jake impaling her on his length, and the car rolling to a stop made her ignite like wildfire. He shushed her as release swamped her, barrelling toward her like a freight train as her body arced. Her stuttering moan was swallowed by his bristled mouth as his cock jumped inside her tight clasp, lifting her useless, flailing body to follow her off the edge.
Glittering desire and sheer happiness soaked through her as her essence drenched Jake's cock. Her skin stretched too thin, nerves flayed and exposed as her cunt clenched down on his length and held him captive, dragging out her pleasure until she was a babbling, writhing mess. She had missed him deeply, missed this almost as much as he slammed her down with a growl that tasted finer than anything she’d ever tried as he came inside her shivering form. His hands shook as they held her down, her twitching and soft moans helping neither as they reeled themselves back in. He took her mouth in a lazy, dirty kiss, his softening cock inside her a thrill she hadn’t expected, and she almost wanted to ask him to stay locked inside her until she forgot they’d been apart.
Time waited for no man, especially not Kenzi. It wasn’t long before Jake urged her to make herself presentable as he tucked himself away and straightened his shirt, crumpled by her tight fists. She cringed as she felt his seed slip from her body, eyes glancing around for something to use to clean up when Jake caught her attention and held something out to her. She took it, frowning as she felt the worn fabric and recognized it as the t-shirt he wore whenever they lazed around the house.
“Are you sure?” She asked, feeling oddly guilty at ruining it but charmed by his care as he smiled gently at her.
He nodded and cut his eyes to the window, the only privacy he could give her as she hastily did her best to wipe the mess between her thighs away as their driver called through the intercom to let them know they’d be boarding her plane within moments. Her heart and mind were at peace as they left the safety of their sex-scented chariot and hid underneath massive umbrellas to make it aboard the plane without too many seeing them. It wasn’t until they were in the air, Jake dozing on her shoulder, and her eyelids dropped as she stared out at the night sky high above the earth, that she allowed herself to rejoice in having him back where he belonged. The next time she went away for work, she would ensure he was free to come visit before booking anything. Her life wasn’t peaceful, but moments of peace resided in the silence on their way home; the echoes of a love they found and shared in dire times only strengthened now they could live in the open. Her only regret? That they didn’t meet sooner. But they could make up for lost time. That thought followed her into sleep, and Kenzi's long day finally ended.
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I added a reference to one of my fave smut writing songs in there. Actually, the whole scene basically came from that but as it wasn’t a Taylor song, I couldn’t use it as the title 😂 Partition by Beyoncé! “Chauffeur eavesdropping tryin not to crash!”
Thank you for reading, reblogging or commenting, whatever you do, I am grateful. Thank you for spending your precious time with me 🥰❤️
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Learn now the lore of Living Creatures!
First name the four, the free peoples:
Eldest of all, the elf-children;
Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses;
Ent the earthborn, old as mountains;
Man the mortal, master of horses:
Hm, hm, hm.
Beaver the builder, buck the leaper,
Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter;
Hound is hungry, hare is fearful…
hm, hm.
Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture,
Hart horn-crowned; hawk is swiftest
Swan the whitest, serpent coldest
- Treebeard’s “list” of living creatures taught to him when he was young. He added “'Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers.“ after meeting Merry and Pippin. Two Towers, Treebeard.
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Orgy - ML heroes fucking each other after hawkomoth's downfall
(ao3)
Marinette felt a truly unique mixture of pride and excitement as she strolled through the upper floor of Agreste mansion, seeing all of his superhero friends, most of them were they former classmates, filling the house that until now has been mostly empty and silent with so many cheerful noises and laughter.
But she also felt nervous - it was also her first test as host and lady of the mansion. After all, in a few months she WILL be mrs. Agreste… And thus Marinette made sure that all of the guests felt at home, fulfilling all of their needs, offering refreshments, home made sweets, and condoms.
That's because all of the young heroes were naked.
And fucking each other like horny rabbits.
It seemed a natural way of celebrating the downfall of Hakwmoth in the now reclaimed Agreste mansion, which has become, ironically, a superhero not-so-secret base. And with love flowing quite freely between so many couples, a celebratory love party like this was inevitable.
Marinette looked at the many naked friends either enjoying each other bodies, kissing, groping, sucking or fucking, or resting from recent love-making, basking in the afterglow, perhaps just to choose another partner , or whom to add to their existing configuration…
And this is when Marinette exceeded, eager to help, serve and remind them who was free, though more than enough she was pulled onto many couches and sofas that never have been used in such erotic way.
She gasped when Juleka pulled her between her and Rose, and before she knew it, the needs for their refreshment was satisfied when the blonde girl began lapping at her sex, while her girlfriend offered her pussy in form of facesitting on Ladybug's mouth.
Marinette fulfilled her duties, licking, kissing and caressing the girls, and in return, her thighs were spread when both Rose and Juleka joined forces to bring Ladybug to and over her edge, a third or fourth she already experienced this afternoon.
And just when she thought her mouth would get rest from moaning and praising the skilled tongues of the two girlfriends, she saw Kim and Max with their cocks out and even upside down she could see smirks on their faces as they asked if the host of the party is hungry for snacks.
Next thing she knew, the boys surrounded her, Marinette's fingers closing around their rods before she could taste their precum. She made sure to lap each one in turn before she made a brave move to try fit both of them in her mouth, a risky decision she was rewarded for with streams of seed that flooded her mouth a few minutes later.
With Marinette back on her feet, she thanked her two lovers for a snack of their own, before she w ent to ensure other young adults had their desires fulfilled. But not before Alya grabbed her and pulled her between her and Nino, letting her kiss her slightly cum-streaked face, while Nino, clad in a new condom, dived inside her. Thi s wasn't the first time the three have done it together, but it was the addition of Alix and her strap-on that changed the playfield, with the rabbit-themed superheroine mounting her ass and proving the stereotypes about her Kwami weren't exaggerated.
Alya drank moans from her best friend's lips, sharing some of her own when Nino grabbed her thighs and moved her over his face, caressing his girlfriend's folds.
With two cocks, one real, one fake, and three pairs of hands roaming her body, Marinette was bound to climax soon, and as she rocked between her three lovers, her shivering, thrashing thighs were experienced by them all, as Ladybu gave in to the pleasure, coming from combination of vaginal and anal pleasure.
With her legs quivering slightly more, she spent more time kissing and groping her lovers while Alya took her place, being double-penetrated
It was then that Marinette spotted her movable tray was taken, by none other by Adrien, serving as a host, though still clad in his outfit, or at least was left out of it for easier access to his body.
He was handling it remarkably well, Marinette thought. She could only imagine how the discovery of Hawkmoth's identity must have shaken him, and she did not judge him for staying in his superhero persona all the time, especially if it meant engaging in such frivolous activities.
She wished she could do something more for him…
"Hey everyone!", Marinette sudden;y heard Alya's voice, "Who here wants to see Ladybug and Chat Noir fuck each other brains out on the table?"
Her proposition was met with cheers and clapping, and with a not-so-gentle nudge of her foot, Alya made Marinette get up and get to her boyfriend, equally encouraged to be the stars of the event.
"I guess it's like dancing, we are the leading couple…", she joked as Chat's arms closed around her.
"yes, but you have heard the crowd. They want our great protector…"
A quick, bright flash turned Marinette in to Ladybug, her costume already mostly gone, sans her mask, reading into her intentions.
She yelped when Chat grabbed her and jumped onto the wooden table, showing everyone her pussy and his condom0clad cock, as she pushed her to sit in his laps.
"Ready, my lady? "
"Oh yes."
And with that, Chat slammed Ladybug's body onto his cock, his tail coiling around her, as he thrust his hips while simultaneously keeping steady grip on her torso, for all the people to watch how deep he's hitting her sex.
Marinette threw her head back, moaning Chat's name, which was drowned in dozens of moans coming from their onlookers, watching as she was rutted. And it was Kagami's voice that brought Marinette from her high back to reality, as the girl climbed the table and faced the two, temporarily obscuring the view of their sexes to their audience.
Her appearance did not stop Chat's moves at all; if anything, he was hammering Ladybug harder, his frantic thrusts getting compensated by Kagami's tongue lapping their sexes, producing shared moans from both of them. But the dragon-themed superheroine did not come just to caress them, as she came with a proposition to spice the spectacle even further.
"We all wanted to see the repat of your final battle", she teased them, "So how about you two…"
She moved her finger down their crotches, toying with Marinette's clit, until she grabbed Chat's cock and pinched the tip of his condom.
"…unify?"
Marinette and Adrien exchanged knowing looks, and when Adrien saw her lips curl into a sly smile Kagami yanked the protective layer off him. Marinette expected Chat to slam her onto his cock again, but instead, the host of the party had something else in mind. In a single move, he toppled Ladybug to her back, folded her legs in half and jumped to his feet, before sliding his cock inside her bareback as he put her in a frantic mating press.
Marinette could only hear the react ion of the audience, nearly two dozens of young adu lts watching her being ruthlessly rutted, though from the sounds of it, the sudden change of position have inspired some couples to try it themselves.
And as she looked in Adrien's green eyes, she felt what Kagami meant. She was once more on the battlefield, surrounded by her fellow superheroes, and she was overwhelmed with love as they joined their powers, minds and hearts to defeat the evil.
And when Chat came and flooded her with his potent seed, she now felt the union of their bodies, not just with Chat, but Alya, Nino, Kim, Alix, Marc, Zoe, Chloe… she screamed and moaned as Chat seeded her, his virility overflowing her pussy, spilling onto the table for all the youngsters to see. What they couldn't see was the long kiss between the two, as Ladybug made sure to thank Adrien for the show and for the ecstasy he created.
She only wished she could see that erotic mating, but just a moment later she was given the chance as Luka and Kagami approached the two, each to borrow one part of the creation duo, and giving Marinette chance to watch Kagami getting mate pressed by Chat while Viperion offered slightly more delicate love-making to tired Ladybug, letting her watch as practically every other naked superhero added themselves to the lovepile.
Marinette woke up from her well-deserved slumber, finding herself between Adrien on one side, and Alix on the other. She vaguely remembered her licking her pussy while Max fucked her just before she concluded she needed some rest…
The sun has set a long time ago, the air inside the mansion was thick with musky fragrance of swet, sex and love, but despite the late hour, she could still hear sounds of bodies slapping against each other, kissing, or laughing, as different couples or groups of lovers found their own corners or even whole rooms.
She stretched her arms and felt she needs to visit bathroom. And as she strolled to it, she was overwhelmed with pride and joy, knowing the bonding of their teammates are now stronger than ever.
Though as she came across her movable tray, she realised there were still things to improve. For once, they could expand kitchen, given the empty trays of snacks. And they will have to build a nursery, seeing how few condoms were taken…
#ladynoir#adrinette#AND THE REST#smutember2022#day 19#miraculust#nautiscaraderfics#mlnsfw#lemon#aged-up characters and all that
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trimester update ( Q3 )
( swipe to unlock ) inside sejun’s phone! ✧
TOP FIVE MOST USED APPS ON YOUR PHONE?
“oh well the first app, i’m pretty sure i can guess,” he says opening up his settings. “yeah, it’s youtube.” sejun finds himself listening to a lot of producer reactions to songs and just playlists themselves. he specifically finds himself watching a lot of dance videos, so he can ask kiha questions about them later and maybe attempt to follow along. (he’s decided lately that he’s gotta improve his dancing skills, lest he will suffer if he’s ever chosen to debut.) “then it’s tiktok, twitter,” he says with a shrug, relenting to himself that social media is indeed addicting and he is no different from the rest of genz. “and discord and messages.”
THE MOST RANDOM NOTE IN THE NOTES APP?
opening notes, he sees lots of lists of songs, artists, and producers. then there’s a list of tech that he’s thinking about getting to up his producing and songwriting game. “there’s one on here that just says ‘ham,” he notes. “i guess i was hungry when i wrote it.” that’s gotta be the one because other than a few random lyrics and pictures he think would be cool to draw later, that’s the only one without much context or reasoning. “oh wait, there’s one here that just has the orangutan emoji.” he laughs a little and shrugs. “i honestly don’t know... what it’s for...”
LAST MESSAGE OR CALL RECEIVED AND FROM WHOM?
not the question, the last outgoing messages are to sunhwa wondering if she’s free for dinner later. there’s been no reply, which is fine, sejun just assumes she’s busy. however his last message is from kiha who just says “chips” regarding to if he wants anything from the corner store while sejun is there. sejun is left to his own devices to figure out what kind of chips that means. he decides to look through his calls and finds that his last call was from nina who offered to listen to a demo of a song that he’s been working on through the phone.
LAST 5 SONGS YOU LISTENED TO?
new tooth by rich brian is sitting at the very top of his recently played. he’s addicted to the song and aspires to have similar writing talent for lyrics. then it’s king for a day by pierce the veil because he heard the song on tiktok and instantly became a fan of the american ‘screamo’ rock group. next is the purge by h1gher music artists -- big naughty being his favorite out of the bunch. the newer, young rapper, is someone he’s been heavily looking out for since his performance on show me the money. last is paradise by millic and fancy child, an older release but one that he frequently comes back to. and then pass the nirvana by pierce the veil.
5 RECENT ONLINE SEARCHES?
the first search in sejun’s history is “nope jordan peele” looking up review and release for the movie because he hadn’t had the time to go see it in theaters. next search is “late night ramen recipe” to satisfy his late night cravings for creative ramen concoction. he ended up not making any because they didn’t seem like they’d be as satisfying as straight up ramen in the long run. “starbucks by me” from his time in california and “la used record stores” to allow him to spend an obscene amount of money on used records while he was in the area. the last is “legacy family concert” to see what legacy ent. fans thought of the trainees on stage. (he sent kiha a message later to congratulate him on being called an ace.)
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Muse: Jix
{ Artwork by the very talented @snarksarcasmart }
[ Bio and other information below the cut! ]
Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Fandomless OC from an unpublished series of books I wrote back around 2005, the main one of which was entitled The Mask of Truth. Jix appeared in that book and in a companion short story, The Ulaeri Chronicles: The Hunter and the Princess. I used to write Jix over at @xleafyheartx, if you want to peruse his blog, which is left on hiatus for now.
FC: Pickett from Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them
VC: Gudetama, just not in Japanese, haha. But the way his voice sounds is 100% Jix. Here’s a video if you’d like to hear what he sounds like!
Race: An oaken variety of Leafling, which is a species of tree fae. (Think of the Ents from Tolkien’s worlds but... on a microscale, heh.)
Gender: Male
Height: 12-13″ depending on the time of year and how big his leaves are
Age: He’s had birthdays over the years on this site, so it’s varied, but I generally say 25
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual/romantic... inasmuch as he can fall in love and pollinate a female, lol. Leaflings tend to mate for life.
Occupation: Positivity-spreader and cuteness brigade member. Otherwise unemployed. XD
Languages: Gaelic (native), High Elven, English
Family: Parents and sixteen brothers and sisters he hasn’t seen since he was an adolescent; he had a favorite sister Ki-mi he traveled with for about a year after leaving the “nest,” so to speak
Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: I... I can’t... even think of anything triggering with Jix. He’s so wholesome.
Likes: Berries, berry juice, sweet treats, cake, cupcakes, shiny things, things that jingle, sunlight, angels, flowers, bees, butterflies, smiles, hugs (as long as you don’t crush him)
Dislikes: Wildfires, ice storms, animals that want to eat him, humans that try to step on him or kick him, humans that cut down trees, mean people, demons, ghosts, necromancers, scary things, root rot and other plant diseases, being hungry and thirsty, being unable to help a friend in need
Exceptional Talents: Singing; weaving/braiding; making and tossing mud balls
Things He’s Not Good At: Climbing; swimming; lying
Negative (Or At Least Potentially Annoying) Personality Traits: Persistence; stubbornness; talkativeness; inquisitiveness
Positive Personality Traits: Optimism; kindness; empathy; tolerance;
Background & General Info:
Jix is a magical beast, having physical qualities of both mammals and plants that make up his body, as well as supernatural features. He has intelligence and self-awareness on par with humans or elves. He has brown bark on the main “twig” of his body, and his body is a bit thicker than his arms and roots, like a tree trunk. He has branches on his head like a tree, with oak-shaped leaves growing on them. Like any plant, Jix needs water and nutrients to survive, but like an animal, he can eat food rather than having to rely on sunlight or planting himself in soil for energy and nutrients.
Jix was one of seventeen siblings in his particular batch of seedlings. He grew up in a large and happy family before setting out on his own to go exploring, as the majority of young leaflings do. Most leaflings stay in their home forest, but Jix had bigger goals. He wanted to see the world! He’s ended up in some pretty amazing places over the years, either hitching rides in vehicles or on animals, or making friends with humans and other beings who then take him with them.
Despite being very thin, Jix has a pretty big stomach for someone his size! Eating is a favored pastime of his. He loves sweet foods, and baked goods are some of his favorite things. But his absolute favorite are fruits... and his favorites of those are berries! He... has a berry addiction. He LOVES berries. Strawberries are his #1 favorites, but he also loves cherries, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries... all the berries. Desserts made out of lots of berries, like pies or tarts, blow his mind.
Jix has a very interesting way of speaking when using English. It isn’t his first language, and he’s learned it mostly by listening to humans, so there’s been some issues along the way. He focuses more on getting his point across than on spelling and grammar, and it shows. This is by no means comprehensive, but I did make a tiny lexicon at some point of some of the words Jix says, if you’d like to read it and get an idea of how he talks. He tends to either butcher the actual names of things, or he gives them what he feels are simpler or more intuitive names... that often make no sense to humans.
Potential Starter Ideas:
Jix... gets into a lot of trouble, heh. He can stowaway in a box or car or wherever and your muse can notice him later. Or he can wander into somewhere he shouldn’t be, like a store or home.
Sometimes Jix will just accost people to ask for help if he’s tired, hungry, thirsty, lost, or injured.
Sometimes he’ll sneak into people’s houses or apartments if it’s raining (particularly thunderstorming) and he wants shelter, or if your muse happens to be baking and he smells something tasty.
If your muse likes to hike or otherwise be out in nature, he can be found in forests or any forest-like areas, such as parks or even the grassy borders and medians around highways.
He has been known to end up captured and put up for sale at an auction or in a pet store. He hates that, especially if he’s mistreated, so save him!
Fun facts:
Most leaflings are expert climbers, but Jix sucks at it! Other leaflings have made fun of him for it, and it’s a source of insecurity for him. Sometimes he tries to practice to improve, but that usually ends in him falling and landing smack on his ass. XD
Jix is very aware of how cute he is and he takes pride in it. He also enjoys being so cute because it helps him cheer up those around him!
The best way to Jix’s heart if you’re trying to make friend with him is... give him a berry! He appreciates being given food as a gift so much that after that it’ll be difficult for him to not be your friend.
Jix can make up songs on the fly for any reason. I’m not promising they’ll be overly good, but they’ll be sung with positive enthusiasm and will likely still be adorable.
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Nervous System Regulation 8/4/23: RAIN for GR ENT Phone Call
Recognize what's happening
Allow life to be just 'as is'
Investigate inner experience
Non - Identification
Prompt: https://melliobrien.com/r-n-four-step-process-using-mindfulness-difficult-times/
Recognize What's Happening:
"Take a moment to recognize that a strong emotion is present and gently turn towards what you’re experiencing in an open and non-judgemental way.
Tune in to the direct present moment experience of what is happening in your body and mind… the emotions, the thoughts and sensations that are here.
It can be helpful to mentally name it, for example, “I am feeling stressed” or “I am feeling overwhelmed.” This recognition of what your feeling, opens up inner space and brings you into full contact with yourself and the actuality of the present moment."
Emotions: Mad, upset, emotional, panicky, triggered/traumatized, pissed by injustices & receptionist's response to my inquiry/request. Riled up. Boiling. Heated. Very bad mood. Caught off guard. Scared. Fearful. Terrified. Anxious. Nervous. Worried. Having doubts.
Mental Thoughts/Narratives: "Perhaps I should cancel." Questioning Fleeing. "I should cancel and just do in Portland once I have a girlfriend who can love and support me through it." "I need advocate from Elizabeth's office. I want Rachel. Where's Rachel? Where's Elizabeth? Elizabeth would be pissed. She would help me through. Hypervigilently looking around visual playing field and internal field for resources/help/love/support. Voice in head sounds young. Age: 4-7. "I should complain about her. Dr. Taylor will agree with me. He will be willing to see me. He'll get it." "He wasn't even that great a doctor. You saw red flags when you last met with him. Bedside manner doesn't fit my needs. Good with kids, not anxiety/PTSD." "Trauma is different. Trauma gets special treatment."
Suddenly feel depressed, lonely, sad.
Rational Part: "Who cares that girl was disrespectful, uneducated, unethical, uninformed, rude, etc. You advocated for yourself and got what you needed: a visit with your doctor. You won. You are a warrior, a fighter, and you never give up. All thanks to WomanSafeHealth / Rachel / Elizabeth. You aren't going to tolerate being treated in such a way. Sometimes while doing the actual advocating, you get anxiety and the anxiety makes you feel like everything bad is happening to you, but it's the rush of feeling threatened: "Warning, Fire, Danger" as Amy would say. As far as I'm concerned, you got what you came for. You're a badass mother fucker and badass mother fuckers are allowed to struggle, feel fragile, feel hurt, feel unworthy, and feel in need of love. But you have so much worth. So much love inside yourself to demand what you need and stand up for injustice. You take care of you. Yourself thanks you and loves you in return."
Someatic Experience in Body: Horrible Nerves, Butterflies. Feel sick / stuck with a stick. Stomach dropping. Panicky: Exasperated, thirsty, tachycardia. Most unbearable is always the butterflies (the true anxiety) slightly below sternum. Feels nauseating. Temp feels warm/hot/heated. Very lethargic/hungry/sleepy. Onsight of headache in distance. Red-cheeks/face.
When I feel lonely, sad, depressed, I want to be held. I just want to be held, hugged, rocked, soothed. Compression.
When I feel butterflies, anxiety, nerves, fear, I just want someone to take care of me: Sooth me with words. "It's okay, you're okay, you're going to be okay." I want someone to care for me / be caring towards me. I can rest my head on them and they can love me and be nice to me. And all my worth will come back.
From website: "
"Allowing means to ‘let it be as it is.’ It is the acknowledgement and acceptance of your present moment reality. Allowing doesn’t mean we have to like the situation. It means we aims to soften (or drop) our mental resistance to what is happening.
The reason this is so important is because we often have the unconscious impulse to push away, suppress or ignore difficult emotions. When we engage in an inner struggle in these ways, we unknowingly create more suffering and tension.
In this unconscious struggle we also tend to get ‘caught up’ in our thoughts and emotions, therefore we are more likely to react rather than being able to choose a conscious response.
By allowing, we’re able to bring an inner ‘yes’ to our present moment experience. You may notice almost immediately a sense of softening and ease around the emotion."
Allow Life to Just Be 'As Is'
It is completely rational, acceptable, expected, and okay to feel this way after that very stressful phonecall. Anyone would. You're ALLOWED to feel that way. This is you acknowledging that allowed space and time even though it doesn't physically or emotionally feel good.
From Website:
Investigate Inner Experience:
"Now that you have recognized and allowed this emotion you can choose to investigate it. You may not always feel you need the “I” step as sometimes just the recognition and acceptance is enough. At other times you may feel naturally drawn to using this step.
So to investigate, you can mentally enquire with questions like “Why do I feel the way I do?” “Are there events that happened ahead of the emotion that might have influenced it?” “Are there physiological factors (Such as not getting enough sleep) that are affecting the emotion?” “What do I really need right now?” “Are there actions I could take to nurture and support myself (and/or others) in this difficult time?”
These questions can help us come into wiser relationship with emotions and thoughts. With this process of investigation we can also choose a conscious response to foster a more meaningful life. Investigation may even resolve and dissolve the emotion completely at times (although it is not the goal)."
I want to come back to these questions when I'm in a better place.
N: Non-Identification
"In the “N” step of R.A.I.N, you turn your attention to the simple realization that YOU are not your mind nor are you your emotions. You are the awareness that is always there underneath every thought, emotion and sense perception.
Non-identification means that your sense of who you are is not fused with or defined by your thoughts and emotions. This brings about a natural sense of freedom and ease. It gives a sense of having peace in the middle of it all. No matter how intense and painful the emotional storm, there is always a part of you which is still, silent and untouched.
You can use this R.A.I.N. method anytime you are feeling stressed, overwhelmed or out of touch. It’s a powerful way of homecoming in a challenging time."
I want to come back to this too.
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Watch "Desiigner - Panda (Official Music Video)" on YouTube
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There's a huge number of people here they're starting to get there are about 50 people who understand they need Ent wood. And this is going to motivate him but it's not really ent. Okay these are a blob and the ones in day after tomorrow no edge of Tomorrow those are what looks like blob and it could be a mix no it's blob so I'm not really sure what's going on with the ent talk. The sun says they can look like that and they have a lot of what looks like a tentacles that's kind of what they are and those are in the edge of Tomorrow. And they get possessed by them and it does bring it up but it's confused cuz she can mutate very fast that's one of the qualities of the ent, there's a few more things that they have armor and she looks like she's impervious but no she gets hit a lot so it's kind of a question says you're not really jacked up enough you don't have to do it much and she gets a little bit then says oh that's better then you come down then you go up a little you'll get sick and she said that's clever and it works and they don't burn too easy now and they put fires on for many many centuries and still have to be jacked up but really they have some qualities that are seen in those movies and it does bring up the topic and he was right the whole time
Thor Freya
These are secrets and their secrets of the clans and the very deep secrets and they haven't been heard of or said for a long time and our son knows a lot of them and you will be amazed and people try and grab him but these tall ships are all special wood and they work extremely well
I've been looking forward to this my whole life and I'm young but this is going to be fine it's going very well and people are handling it well they know they're getting kind of desperate but they didn't know just how desperate until recently even Stan is starting to see it and things will work and people have plans and have ideas. And they look like children but they're mutants but they think they're going to never never Land and take the ships out of there he says I'm not sure how they're flying they're not really alive but they do have electromagnetic qualities but they're really usually quite a nurse and that's true they don't really fly they're flying because we're not really sure why okay. It's it's something that we don't talk about but yeah it's going to be hard to get him if we talk about it the ships can do it and the special circumstances
Hera
Lol hahahaha you both are a Giants and you know all this stuff and will and Bill are saying yeah we have seen that so we're wondering what the hell's going on here
Bja lol hahahaha well you've been really small yeah that's great good for you get to watch me grow up again really slowly I was murderous he had big a few times that you get mad at me that's how it was it's going back that way it did on purpose this is a damn nightmare feel like a living nightmare that's so much fun and interesting I think I have to do it take a museum of science everywhere. It's crazy as hell cuz you think that's bad when you see the blob The blob can mutated to anyone and milliseconds I thought it was that because of mystique and he said that last couple lines and really it is true that's what it looked like and we think that she's not into that point and she's not very bulletproof but the one who turns into diamonds might be the game could be dragging and we get that but possession is dangerous and I love that too but it was desperate to a degree and it's not power hungry and I know that too and we're going to war with him I guess you don't have any better ideas
Bja
I did I said stay a slave and you said no and that's what we wanted you to do
Mac daddy okay that stuff's amazing but they get it it's very nice just saying he's Peter and he says I am a little bit off and on it's mostly through possession and that's one of the characters from Peter Pan they're kind of friends and I do know that but it's a hard time you know who he is it's very p**** this is probably some down there in Borneo elastic says I know there is and this is sucky it's just laughing and says he gives after we'll probably be able to fly around myself to put propulsion on there he says that's a good idea
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I need help. So I’ve seen young and hungry all the way through a million times. I watched it when it was airing on tv even. I remember very specifically having an episode saved on my dvr where josh is wearing a red ski suit and walks out and says “this suit is so fly”. For the life of me I cannot find any existence of this scene or episode any where. My dad even remembers it. Anyone please help me or at least tell me I’m not crazy.
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Nas Reveals He “Got Too High” To Finish Collaboration With Biggie
We could have had a Nas and Biggie collaboration that we’re sure would have become a classic, but it wasn’t meant to be. Prior to the untimely death of Notorious B.I.G. in 1997 when he was murdered in a drive-by in Los Angeles, the New York rapper was one of the most sought after artists in hip hop. Biggie’s career was on an upward trajectory in the 1990s, and there were plans for him and Nas to work on a single or two. There have been rumors spread over the years as to why it never happened, and Nas recently shared with The Breakfast Club why the song never materialized.
“I got too high. I was in the studio and Big was rolling up some of that chocolate from Brooklyn and he didn’t warn me,” Nas said matter-of-factly. “It was just—I was zonked out, yo. There’s pictures of that session out there. Yeah, we was supposed to do a couple of songs. I was gon’ remix some stuff for Ready to Die.” Nas revealed that one of the tracks was Biggie’s “Gimme the Loot,” and when asked why he didn’t just return the next day, the King’s Disease emcee said he was “still high.”
Nas also explained that he lived out in Long Island and he wasn’t motivated to make the trek into New York City. “It was hard to get me to move,” he admitted. Check out the snippet of Nas’s interview below and let us know if you think a Nas and Biggie track would have been a classic.
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Being a lady is not easy being a man is not easy being human is not easy.
Being kind is not easy
Being honest is not easy
Being determined is bot easy
BEING GOOD IS NOT EASY
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Taraji P. Henson Mental Health Talk Show Coming To Facebook Watch
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Taraji P. Henson will tackle a new venture outside of her normal confines of acting with an upcoming talk show via the Facebook Watch network. Titled Peace Of Mind With Taraji, the veteran actress will address mental health concerns while inviting celebrities and experts alike to the program.
Deadline reports that Henson, 50, will helm the show alongside co-host Tracie Jade Jenkins. For now, Peace Of Mind With Taraji is a working title, but it’s clear where the show intends to go. According to a press release, Henson got involved in mental health advocacy after her father suffered from conditions upon returning from the Vietnam War and has aimed efforts in supporting these issues within the Black community.
“I’ve long been a mental health advocate for the Black community and created the Boris Lawrence Henson Foundation in 2018 that has provided resources to thousands of people who are struggling,” Henson offered vua a statement. “I’m looking forward to bringing this new talk series to Facebook Watch, where I can continue to create conversation around an issue that is near and dear to my heart.”
Henson joins other popular Facebook Watch talk shows such as Red Table Talk hosted by Jada Pinkett-Smith, and Steve On Watch, starring host Steve Harvey. A premiere date for Henson’s program has not been announced as of yet.
In other news, the stunning TV star is set to appear in a spinoff from the Fox hit show Empire, which focuses on her flamboyant character, Cookie Lyon, the wife of record label mogul Lucious Lyon.
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source https://hiphopwired.com/913520/taraji-p-henson-talk-show/
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The Importance Of Edan’s ‘Beauty and the Beat’ 15 Years Later [Editorial]
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A note from the writer: Beauty and the Beat is my favorite piece of music ever created. That isn’t to say there aren’t more significant works or artists, but as a complete body of work, Edan made something that connected with me almost immediately and still stirs my soul today. I had the pleasure of meeting him through my friend Dillon and the late Paten Locke in Atlanta at A3C 2013 where I got to tell him what Beauty and the Beat meant to me. He looked at me skeptically, but I earnestly tried to convey to him what place this album holds in my life. He was, as his nickname, humble and magnificent.
Edan Portnoy may very well be Rockville, Md.’s greatest MC. That’s said in slight jest of course but in reality, the producer, rapper, and DJ long ago eclipsed his days of being an indie darling and largely outside of the public eye, but not before delivering an opus that remains timeless. To understand the sonic leap Edan made as an artist on his second album, Beauty and the Beat, we take a look back at his debut album, the dusty and distinctive Primitive Plus.
In 2002, Hip-Hop found itself as a strange turning point with labels such as El-P’s Definitive Jux owning the underground and keeping the somewhat surging Anticon label at bay, while Loud Records continued its mid-major run. Debut albums from future legends such as Jean Grae and Royce Da 5’9 were among the offerings, and Roc-A-Fella Records still churned out the product for most points north while Rap-A-Lot Records, along with Cash Money Records, took care of the south. It was a time of transition and the shift to digital consumption of music was dawning.
Primitive Plus was a shock to the system in some ways. The album was indeed a callback to the 1980s and early 1990s; Edan rapped like a man much larger than his slim stature and commanded his rhymes with dexterity and confidence. It was traditional boom-bap in the best of terms, and lyrically it never got further than “rapping about rapping” that plagued many independent acts of the time. However, Edan’s perspective was fresh as it was clear that his vision was to both pay homage and carve a specialized niche for himself.
For all of the hazy snap, crackle and pop of his debut, Beauty and the Beat had a weighty promise of being something more. A chance meeting after a show in Baltimore back in 2004, Edan informed the writer of this piece that his next project was going to be rock-influenced but made specifically for music lovers. Rock and Rap have had fusions before but it felt as if that ship sailed along with Run-D.M.C.’s heydays. But in March 2005, the unexpected brilliance of Edan’s second album was anything but the loud, raucous frat-rap some may have been expecting.
To explain any further what Beauty and the Beat stylistically achieves would ruin it for any new listeners so we’ll avoid that here. We carefully suggest that the best way to approach this record is sober, clear-eyed, surrounded in sound and to let the album run through its 34-minute playing time. There is a thorough Hip-Hop lesson, screeching guitar riffs, and trippy sound effects that are all present. And because you will miss all the nuances in even the most focused of listening sessions, repeat plays will be necessary. The critics make the smart nod towards the album’s psychedelic, rock-tinged sound but the bombast of Golden Era Hip-Hop also rings true.
These days, Edan can be found in his adopted home of New York City spinning rarities at various bars, and his embrace of social media has allowed insight on his current activities. He still raps from time to time but appears to be content as a sparingly-used feature artist and producer, most evidently on the excellent EP with the gifted Homeboy Sandman and their Humble Pi project.
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Much love to each and every one of you. Let's try and transmute these unresolved emotions into excellence!
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To use Edan’s preferred spelling, a “rapp” follow-up to Beauty and the Beat was teased but never materialized. Instead, the out-there mixtape Echo Party was released in 2009 with a warm reception despite the lack of new verses. Somehow, the world continued to spin without Edan giving us more and perhaps he said all he needed to. In many ways, this would make for a satisfying conclusion because few albums across any genre managed to retain its magic as well as Beauty and the Beat has over the past decade.
To experience Beauty and the Beat, check out the streams below.
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source https://hiphopwired.com/850278/edan-beauty-and-the-beat-editorial/
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