#Beats of Zion

[chrimsone]

I'm SICK and TIRED of this song being used in a creepy context!!

because instesd of being taken in its melancholic state, a trend Silver Mt. Zion follow in general, people are gonna take it as oopie spookie and it's so unfair ;=; I refuse to acknowledge that people's first taste of the band is cause of some 'creepy' tiktok they deserve so much better

[romiantic]

prettymuch (a boy band) was literally at their peak in summer 2020 then end up exposed of being weirdos

[curryvillain]

.@Protoje Shares "The Jamaican Situation" In New EP

The word is out, Recording Artist Protoje is gearing up to release a Short Film! The new venture will add to his ever-growing creativity, and give the world a new way to experience Jamaica. While he hasn’t shared much details as yet including the release date, he’s giving us new music that will give us an idea of what to expect. “King Digg” steps in with a project called, “The Jamaican…

[da-ill-spot]

Thursday, December 21st | Neighborhood Watch Presents x The Unity Project Annual Toy Drive feat. MC Supernatural

The Temple Bar | West Covina, CA | 21+ | $10

[pinkscaped]

EXPERIENCE  …  THE  DEBUT  MINI  ALBUM  BY  BLISS .

POPSOUND  RATING:  5.3/10

EXPERIENCE  is  the  debut  mini  album  by  the  soloist  and  former  VENUS  member  Bliss.  With  a  total  of  SIX  tracks,  the  album  is  described  as  "sonic  whiplash  with  seemingly  no  direction"  and  "unsure  of  what  it  wants  to  be."  though  not  loved  by  critics,  fans  were  happy  to  see  the  idol  back  on  stage  performing.

Bliss  left  the  internationally  acclaimed  girl  group  VENUS  in  2023  when  their  contracts  were  moved  from  Angelico  Entertainment  to  Mydol  Label,  refusing  to  sign  under  Mydol.  Though  the  circumstances  of  her  departure  are  still  hazy,  fans  were  united  on  one  thing:  They  wanted  Bliss  back  on  stage.

On  January  5th,  2025,  they  would  get  their  wish.

The  album  would  feature  two  collabs  one  with  Zion  of  Arm  Candy  on  GUESS?  And  Kijung  on  Best  Mistake.  The  collabs,  especially  GUESS?  Would  be  positively  received  by  critics  and  fans.

INDIVIDUAL  SONG  RATINGS  BY  POPSOUND.

LOOP:  6/10

"Though  a  good  song  on  its  own,  promoting  LOOP  as  the  title  track  was  either  a  mistake  or  an  intentional  choice  to  make  this  release  look  dull.  The  performances  lacked  star  power  as  the  choreography  was  boring  and  not  complimentary  to  what  we  have  seen  from  Bliss  in  the  past,  which  was  a  more  early  Christina  and  Britney-type  vibe.  Inauthentic  and  misguided,  though  sonically  pleasing  to  the  ear."

SUPERSCAR:  8/10

"Gaining  more  popularity  than  the  original  title  track,  Angelico  seemingly  had  no  choice  but  to  promote  SUPERSCAR  on  music  shows  alongside  LOOP,  which  only  hindered  the  Ladder's  position  as  the  title  track.  SUPERSCAR  is  more  of  what  we  expected  to  see  from  Bliss's  choreography  and  sound.  We  have  to  raise  the  question  of  if  they  tried  to  go  the  pop-house  underground  sound  with  LOOP  to  not  have  her  in  competition  with  Baebi.  Either  way,  SUPERSCAR  stole  the  show  in  the  best  possible  way."

GUESS?  FT.  ZION:  8/10

"The  first  of  two  collaborations  on  this  mini  album,  featuring  none  other  than  Zion  of  Armcandy.  The  track,  earth  shakingly  loud  to  the  point  you  can  feel  the  beat  in  your  bones,  is  just  fun.  The  lyrics  are  bold  and  unashamed  of  the  topic  of  sexuality,  with  lyrics  like  "You  wanna  guess  the  color  of  my  underwear"  and  "You  wanna  turn  this  shit  out,  that's  what  I'm  talking  about,"  the  pair  offer  not  only  a  phenomenal  vocal  harmony  but  visuals  Donatella  Versace  would  foam  at  the  mouth  for."

NA:  4/10

"Na  is  misplaced  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  From  the  cheesy  lyrics  to  the  empty  and  disappointing  chorus,  this  song  was  a  let  down.  Bliss'  vocals  show  in  Na,  but  it's  simply  not  enough  to  get  over  the  looming  thought  of  "Why  is  this  song  on  the  album?  Who  approved  this?"  with  it's  modern  house  beat  that  makes  it  stick  out  like  a  sore  thumb  in  this  already  discombobulated  tracklist."

BEST  MISTAKE  FT. KIJUNG:  9/10

"Best  Mistake  is  one  of  the  best  love  songs  to  be  released  by  an  Angelico  artist  in  the  recent  decade,  dare  I  say,  throughout  the  company's  entire  run.  A  piano-driven,  merry-go-round of  a  love  song  that  finally  offers  Bliss'  light  voice  an  opportunity  to  shine  without  the  production  overpowering  it.  Kijung  carries  themselves  well  alongside  Bliss  with  equally  good  lyricism,  offering  a  smooth  and  pleasing  blend  with  Bliss'  voice.  Genuinely,  a  beautiful  gem  in  an  otherwise  confusing  rat  maze."

EXPERIENCE  (OUTRO):  5/10

"EXPERIENCE,  though,  is  an  experience  that  was  a  generic  and  bland  way  to  close  this  album.  Its  unique  blend  of  ethereal,  angelic  sounds  with  a  trap  beat  creates  a  captivating  and  dynamic  atmosphere  that  leads  you  nowhere.  The  song's  outro,  used  as  the  teaser  for  this  album,  had  fans  excited  and  emotional  for  her  debut,  ending  with  a  jungle  dance  break  that  gives  this  album's  ending  note  emptiness.  The  song  is  empty.  The  ending  is  empty.  EXPERIENCE  is  a  good  song  by  itself,  but  as  an  outro  for  this  album,  it  leaves  much  to  be  desired."

OVERALL  ALBUM  RATING  ...  53/100

EXPERIENCE   STYLE   GUIDE  !

"She looked a damn mess every time she stepped on stage. But maybe that was the point? I guess the girls who get it, get it, but I refuse to believe the men in charge of her wardrobe really got it and were just putting her in outfits that would get her teased on social media. Is this rage marketing or did she give something I just don't understand? 7.5 out of 10." — KMG USER @ ALLTHELEWKS 

BLOGS OF ARTISTS MENTIONED ... @daecheonsa + @hearthr0b 💙

[craetor]

Puts his hand to his ear, catching the firm beats of his own heart at his wrirst. It underlines the scrumptiously sown, hushedly recited literature

Maifest - Johann W. Goethe☘️🌻

How lovely nature Shines this morning! See the glowing sun! Hear the singing fields!

Fragrant buds burst forth From each green frond A thousand bushes Resound with song

And joy and bliss Streams from each breast. Oh Earth, oh Sun, Oh glee, oh passion,

Oh beloved, oh love, Fair and golden, Like the morning clouds In Zion.

[roeroe-world]

zion.

starring: diamond white as tangie, nas as himself

set in 2000.

warning: sensitive topics, use of drugs and alcohol, mention of suicide, smut

There she stood. Her pearly whites being showcased, laughing alongside her girlfriends. A red cup in hand. All of her friends were dimes but she stood out. Bronzed skin adorned with hints of body glitter which glistened under the lights.

Tresses cut into a pixie cut. The blonde bombshell rocked her look uniquely and beautifully.

Diamond belly ring on display as well as her toned stomach with the exception of the sparkly golden deep v-neck crop top. A small ankh symbol tattooed between her perky breasts.

Plump backside accompanied by low rise Iceberg light blue denim jeans. Heels amongst her pedicured feet. She was fly yet mesmerizing, hips swaying from side to side as she began to dance to the music.

Confidence exuded from the woman and she didn’t need to try hard.

From afar, the bombshell caught the eye of a particular man. His attention had been focused upon the woman all night as he sat in the cut, remaining lowkey.

The rapper was in attendance due to being invited by a childhood friend. After almost an hour, he was on the verge of leaving— ready to go home, smoke yet another blunt and lay down.

But the blonde appeared in his peripheral, capturing his undivided attention. He found himself smoothly walking through the crowd, letting out occasional excuse me’s and dapping up a few individuals who spoke to him upon recognizing him.

Dragging his tongue across his plump lips, eyeballs trailing up and down amongst the woman’s frame underneath his naturally low eyelids.

Dancing, unintentionally she turns— her back currently facing the rapper. The beauty seemed to be having a great time, smiling brightly and shaking her hips to the beat effortlessly.

Connecting his palm amongst hers to gently spin the woman in his direction, “How you doin’, shorty? I’m Nas.” The brief expression of confusion and frustration immediately transitions into surprise yet fascination once she lays eyes on the male, instantly recognizing the rapper.

She analyzes his baggy attire and expensive jewelry, digging his style— especially his oversized red leather jacket. He looked even better in person. Smelled good too.

Jet-black liner surrounded her lip shape perfectly with a hint of brown and clear lip gloss. The rapper also caught a glimpse of the dark barb-wire tattoo amongst her upper arm and a Chinese font upon the other one.

“Tangie.” Their swirling dark-brown irises piercing into one another’s.

“What you doing after this?” His demeanor was suave, showcasing nonchalance.

His inquiry earns a chuckle and Nas returns it, watching her head drop slightly before she takes a good look at him yet again. “Going home. And not with you.”

Throwing his hands up in defense, “Oh shit.” He began, a chuckle passing his lips. “I ain’t even mean it like that.” That was a lie.

In actuality, as much as he’d been eyeing her… Nas really wanted the beauty to come home with him. But he isn’t going to be disrespectful about it.

“What did you mean then? ‘Cause you were pretty straightforward.” Crossing her arms, her head tilts to the side. Squinting her low eyelids in his direction as if she’s reading the rapper.

“I think you’re gorgeous. I’m digging what you got goin’, shorty. Know what I’m sayin’?”

Fighting her smile, she replies, “Uh huh.”

Tangie knows exactly who the male is. He’s a hip hop sensation whom seems to have it all; the money, the looks, the women. There’s no telling how many other females he’d said that to.

Looking off to the side, chuckling yet again at the sharp silence and the way her dark-brown orbs are piercing softly in his direction, “Can I at least get your number?”

“Nah, you good.” Mentally, Nas kissed his teeth yet physically his face grew slightly defeated yet stoic. “Nice meeting you though, Nas.” Placing emphasis on his name, the beauty began to walk away, a grin amongst her glossy lips.

She knew exactly what she was doing and so did Nas.

“Damn.” His irises watching her backside and hips sway side to side as well as her lower back tribal tattoo, clearly mesmerized.

When the word ‘damn’ exited his lips— it held two meanings. One is he didn’t know if he would see her again and the other as in ‘damn’ she’s a bad bitch.

But he would find a way. And that… he did.

He’d never sought out to find a woman, though for this particular one, he did. Having connections in Jersey isn’t rare for the rap star. It was rare that these connections had no absolute luck in search of the woman.

A month flew by, Nas found himself in Jersey yet again for shows and club hostings. Though, this particular day, he happened to be in a grocery store for snacks.

The rapper rolled his barely filled cart through the aisle, glancing at the stocked shelves behind his tinted Ray Bans shades. In the midst of tossing a bag of chips into the cart, something tells him to analyze his surroundings.

His eyes searches the aisle up and down, seeing as that it was practically empty with the exception of himself— the male immediately pauses in his tracks, watching a familiar captivating face turn and began pushing a half-full cart into the aisle he’s in.

“Oh, shit.” Speaking to himself lowly, the rapper instantly notices a toddler seated in the cart as well. He seemed focused on the toy car in his hand.

The woman hadn’t even caught him staring, giving her undivided attention to the stocked shelves.

She still looks as fly as ever. Dressed in figure-hugging denim jeans, a red bubble coat and black leather high heeled boots amongst her feet. It was chilly in Jersey so she dressed appropriately for the weather.

Mindlessly, the rapper pushes his cart further downward the aisle in her direction. “Excuse me? Tangie, right?” He makes his presence known earning the woman’s attention, taking off his sunglasses to get a good look at the beauty.

“Yeah…” She began, an unreadable expression amongst her brown skin. “You’re Nas. I saw you at that party.”

The rapper sends the blonde a light grin which she returns hesitantly. “What up, lil’ man?” He directs his gaze upon the little boy whom just stares at him. “This your brother?”

They practically had the same face and obviously the same skin tone. Undoubtedly, they were related somehow.

“No. He’s my son, Zion.” She beams down at the toddler lovingly.

He couldn’t lie. That caught him completely off-guard. But he isn’t mad nor upset. Why would he be?

“Can I hold him?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Before Tangie reaches to pick the adorable boy into her arms, Nas was already two steps ahead of her. He lifted him into his arms, “What up, man? You being good for your beautiful mommy?”

The toddler glanced around at his surroundings adorably as Tangie gently grasps his little wrist so he could wave at the rapper, “Say hi.” She smiles brightly which Zion returns, his eyes falling upon Nas. His chubby cheeks raising, showcasing his little teeth.

“He likes you.” Unintentionally, Nas and Tangie’s heads turn synchronously to lock eyes.

Tangie automatically breaks their eye contact. Meanwhile, Nas couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. “How old is he?”

“Three.” Grabbing the toddler out of his arms, she sits him right back upon the seat of the cart.

“I got a kid too. Her name’s Destiny.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and peeling out a small photograph. A grin amongst his lips, he shows the woman an image of his daughter.

“She six going on seven in a few months.”

A bright smile falling upon her face, analyzing the little girl’s facial features, immediately recognizing the similarities the two shared. “She’s gorgeous. That’s your twin, omg. No DNA test needed.” The duo exchanged chuckles, smiling at one another.

“Yeah, I know. I’m still tryna figure this fatherhood shi— I mean stuff out.” He corrects himself, not wanting to speak profane language around Zion. Placing the picture in its rightful position as well as his wallet— in his baggy leather coat pocket.

“I feel you. Parenthood is far from easy. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. He saved my life.” Tangie sends the toddler a loving smile yet again, adjusting his little bubble coat.

Silence began to rain upon the duo. Nas just stood there, admiring the woman’s beauty. A glint in his low eyes. This time, he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers without no way of possessing contact with her.

As the woman slowly glances upward, their alluring swirling dark-brown irises connected.

“I want to see you again.” Nas speaks, sounding more like a command.

Raising a brow, looking the male up and down very closely and slowly before staring into his orbs, “What’s stopping you?”

————

Sighing heavily, Tangie enters her two bedroom apartment. Upon waltzing into the living room and tossing her purse amongst the couch— something in particular catches her eye. It drew her attention.

“What the hell?” Her irises peered at the large vases of flowers, there had to be at least ten of them.

Follow the rose petals

The note hidden in one of the flowers read and instantly the beauty glances downward to the hardwood floor, lifting her heel slightly before doing as told. Her tongue sliding across the inside of her cheek, a smirk amongst her lips as she realized the rose petals lead her to the bedroom.

Her attention falls upon the bed, slowly strutting inside the bedroom in her heels. A purple, gorgeous silk gown laid across the queen-sized bed. Black red bottoms sitting on the floor neatly. A note sat next to the dress which she grabs without an hesitation.

Can’t wait to see that body in that dress. See you at 8, beautiful — Nas

Tangie began to blush uncontrollably, placing the card to her heart before catching a glimpse at the time. Instantly, beginning to get ready for her perfect night with Nas.

A month ago, the two ran into one another at the grocery store after she’d rejected him. The day they saw each other again was the day they exchanged numbers and grew closer from that moment on.

Now here they were, going on yet another date.

Zion happened to be at her homegirl’s house whom had kids as well. It was Friday, meaning he would be staying over there for the weekend. Tangie missed her baby but she could use a break.

Eight o’clock had fallen.

Nas’ jaw nearly dropped, the moment the woman steps outside of her apartment. Closing and locking the door, beginning to trail along the steps. Their eyes connected, sending one another shy yet mischievous grins.

Leaning on the side of his Lexus, his hands buried deep into his baggy jean pockets. Admiring the view of the beauty within his peripheral. “Damn.” He found himself staring intensely, loving how the gown hugged her curves.

“Look at you.” Grabbing a hold of her dainty hand, he began to spin her around for a complete 360. “You so fucking gorgeous. You ‘bout to make a nigga have a heart attack, shorty.” She smiles as she does so, giggling at his choice of his words.

“Mm.” He grunts lowly at the view of her cleavage while leaning in to plant a sensual peck upon her chest. “Smell good too.” His hands sliding along her clothed back before getting a good grip of her backside.

“Aight, aight. Let’s go before I end up taking you back in that apartment and bending that ass over.” Snapping out of his trance, he removes his hands and taking a step back to open the door for the woman.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Her response catches him off guard as he eyes her hips while she hopped in the passenger’s seat. A smirk grew amongst his lips, his head shaking from side to side.

In forty-five minutes, the duo made it to the restaurant and were seated without any issues. Tangie couldn’t help but to look around in awe of the place.

Nas’ arm sat onto her shoulder, the two sitting closely together in the booth. “This place is nice.” She speaks earning a nod in agreement.

“Yeah, it is. I knew you’d like it here.”

Glancing at him, taking a sip of her glass of Dom Perignon. “You’ve been here before?”

“Hell yeah. This my go-to joint whenever I’m in Jersey.”

“Well, thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for… everything.” She wouldn’t even have to ask him for things, he would just do it. Minus the lavish gifts and shopping sprees, Nas is a huge help for the single mother.

“It ain’t no thing spoiling my girl.” He replies earning a giggle.

“Your girl?”

Neither of the two solidified whatever it was between them. They were just two people whom liked one another a lot as well as enjoying each other’s company.

There was no sex. Was there a lot of kissing? Yes. A lot of cuddling? Yes. And so forth. They did things like couples yet weren’t exactly an actual couple.

The rapper drags his tongue across his lips, “What we waiting for?” His face only a few inches from hers. “I been ready to take this next level…” Their irises piercing into one another’s, Tangie’s top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip anxiously. “Only if you are.”

The beauty remained silent, glancing between his captivating lips and eyes. Her mind traveling to her son, Nas’ lifestyle and his daughter, her career, the things that came along with his lifestyle, more importantly her son.

Honestly, Nas comes with a lot. Though, she does as well but this is another social status.

“I need more time to think on that. I’m sorry, Nas.”

Sighing, he replies, “I understand. I ain’t tryna pressure you.” Looking away from the woman and taking a sip from his wine glass. “Take as much time as you need, shorty.”

Silence falls between the two. Tangie couldn’t help but to feel bad for seeming to ruin the vibe. She just couldn’t let up that easy. She needed time.

“I want to meet Destiny.”

The moment those five words exits her lips, Nas’ head turns in her direction. She had his full undivided attention at the sudden mention of his daughter. “Foreal? You sure?” It caught him by surprise for sure.

“Yeah. I would love to meet her.” She smiles softly. “If that’s okay with you…”

“Let’s make that happen then.” He sends her a grin, admiring her captivating canvas.

After dinner, Nas drove the woman home and opened the door for her. “You’re not coming in, are you?” His hands sat above her bottom, leaning against the side of his car.

With a head shake, he answers, “Nah, shorty. I got a show at ten.”

Childishly, she began pouting, “Shit. I forgot about that.” Her arms hanging upon his neck.

“Imma be back, aight?” He raises off of his vehicle, bending his neck to connect their lips into a passionate union. Tangie’s tongue slides into his mouth, their tongues dancing with one another beautifully.

A throbbing sensation grew between her legs and the woman couldn’t help it. Her dainty hands caressing his shoulders, moaning softly against his lips.

Nas could feel himself growing erect, though, he’d been aroused from the moment he saw her in that dress tonight. He wanted to so badly rip it off of her but she wasn’t all in, she wasn’t ready.

Disconnecting their lips, he peers down at the woman before tapping her backside, “Keep it tight for me.”

The rapper watched her walk away, shaking his head at the view and the undeniable sexual tension they’d constantly avoid. They both wanted it but Tangie was scared.

Upon seeing her enter her apartment, he pulls off into the night.

————

“Hi, Destiny. I’m your dad’s friend and I’ve heard so much about you.” The woman smiles brightly at the little girl whom returns it shyly, beginning to hide behind Nas’ legs. Sending Tangie a wave.

As desired, Nas allowed Tangie to meet his only child.

Chuckling slightly, the rapper grabs her tiny body and lifts her behind his head then onto his shoulders as she laughs uncontrollably. “Why’d you do that, daddy?” She starts to hit the top of his head repeatedly in a series of laughter.

He jogs further into the living room, holding onto her little legs and playfully slamming her onto the hardwood floor. He does the exact same thing to Zion. Making sure to not be too rough with either of the kids.

“Again! Again!” Zion lifts his arms into the air, jumping up and down.

“Yeah, again, daddy!” Destiny agrees.

Nas lifts both of them at the same time, gently slamming them yet again. Their infectious screams filled the air.

Tangie found herself smiling at the sight until the male looks in her direction, immediately coming for her. Her eyes damn near bulges out of her head, shouting, “No, Nasir, absolutely not!” Despite her protests, he lifts the woman into his arms with ease and playfully slams her to the floor as well.

“Get her.” The rapper orders and instantly the children began to jump her. “No, get him.” Their eyes connecting as they shared laughter.

Both of the adults took turns, playfully slamming the children. Nothing but laughter filled the area, enjoying one another’s company. They were having genuine fun.

“Miss T, can we watch Lion King?” Destiny quizzes, hopping up and down excitedly.

“Of course, baby.”

Though, eventually after growing tired of playing, they made a palate amongst the floor and had already ate.

“I got it.” Nas volunteers to put the vhs tape into the vhs player.

As soon as the movie began to play, Tangie laid her head onto Nas’ chest as the children laid between the two, growing engrossed into the film.

Silence filled the living room then soft snores came along. “Hey!” The blonde whisper shouts to the male, motioning to the bedroom earning a nod.

As quietly as the two could, the duo snuck out of the living area. Their hands connecting as Nas lead them to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

They began to lay in bed in the dark, staring upward at the ceiling. Nas caresses her back, considering the fact she’s laying on top of the male. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, on the verge of falling asleep, clearly relaxed.

“You wanna know something?” She quizzes tiredly.

“What?”

“I got knocked up at seventeen. I remember this and that person telling me what they thought I should do. What about college? What about your future? Blah, blah, blah, typical shit.” She began, growing comfortable enough to talk about her past. “I was in such a dark place with no absolute support from my so called friends nor my parents. They all turned their backs on me. One day, I decided I was sick of everything and everybody. So… I swallowed a bunch of pills.”

Nas immediately stops what he’s doing.

“That shit didn’t work. God said it wasn’t my time to go yet. It was a blessing and a curse. My parents tried to use my suicide attempt against me. Trying to make me believe that I wasn’t stable enough for a child. Truthfully, they were right. I knew they were right. So, I got in that car and sat back while they drove me to the abortion clinic.” A scoff passing her lips.

“But this particular radio station… began to play this one track by Lauryn Hill. To Zion. It was as if they knew my situation. I related to this woman so much yet I didn’t even know her personally.”

“I couldn’t get out of that car. I was frozen. I had been on my own since I made that choice. My parents didn’t want a damn thing to do with me and that was fine. I still don’t regret having my baby. Nothing compares to that moment of looking him in his eyes when I first laid eyes on him. His little cries. Those eyes that looked like mine staring back at me…” She trails off, nearly on the verge of tears. “From that moment on, I wasn’t the same girl. He changed me for the better. You would not have wanted to know me back then.”

He continued to caress her back, planting a kiss amongst her forehead. “You a damn good mother. Don’t you forget that.” She’d finally opened up but they had ways to go. Many ways to go.

“The way you interact with Destiny and Zion, I can tell you’re a good father.” The woman’s lips meeting the crook of his neck, planting sensual kisses. “I love that in a man.” Her tone of voice growing seductive, eventually their lips connecting for a good loving peck.

Tangie sat up on his lap, reaching over to her nightstand to turn the lamp on so she could see his canvas. The rapper’s hands palmed her backside, his dark-brown irises piercing upward into hers— ready for whatever.

Slightly bouncing on his clothed erection, she lets out a soft moan. The throbbing and wetness between her legs increasing each second. It had been a hot minute since she had a man in her bed, she was in heat.

She was tired of waiting and she was no longer afraid. He could tell.

“What you tryna do, shorty?” His raspy New York accent meets her eardrums, pink tongue dragging across his lips. He remained lying on his back, sensually analyzing the woman on top of his being.

Grabbing the rapper by his Queensbridge Finest Diamond chain, she replies, “I want you. I want all of you.”

Sitting up, the male instantly brings their lips into a passionate union. His hands sliding up and down her thick thighs. Tangie happened to be impatient and began to strip out of her clothes, now only in a pair of underwear.

“Damn.” Nas speaks in awe of the view, beginning to plant kisses along her exposed chest. He had never seen her like this before.

A plethora of low moans passing her throat but they start to grow louder the moment his right hand slips into her panties, rubbing her throbbing wet pearl in circles.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” His tone low yet commanding, their low eyes piercing into one another’s.

Slowly, Tangie’s top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip as the rapper flips her onto her back. He peels off her panties, sliding the pair along her brown legs and practically groaning at the sight of how wet she is.

“Shit, I got you like this...” His gaze between her widened legs, gripping her thighs. It wouldn’t be long before his head was between them, feasting on the woman like his last meal.

Her manicured hands upon his head, caressing the rapper’s fresh fade. Lips set apart as she grinds against his gorgeous canvas. “Yesss.” Her soft tone of voice meeting his eardrums, encouraging him to keep doing what he’s doing.

“Oh, baby…” She looks down at the rapper in pure bliss, observing how he ate her nectar. The woman was doing her best to keep her voice down.

Softly, his head swayed side to side, licking and kissing his most prized possession. Eyes were shut, loving the taste she possessed. He found himself groaning as he ravished the beauty, his member hard as a rock.

Looking her dead in the eye, he sends a long lick to her center before suctioning his lips around it repeatedly earning yet another moan. Her eyebrows furrowing together, attempting to close her legs but Nas stopped her right in her tracks.

“Nah, don’t do that.” He goes back to work, her moans and whimpers grow louder. Profane language passing her lips, continuing to fuck his face.

Though the moment she became too loud is when he stopped. Nas takes off his baggy shirt, tossing it to the floor before climbing on top of the young woman and burying his face into the crook of her neck, forming hickeys amongst her soft skin.

Impatiently, Tangie reached to pull his baggy sweats and boxers down then dragged her tongue across her right hand— with that exact hand she grabs his thick phallus, leading him inside of her walls. A gasp passing her lips, eyes widening at the feel of him inside of her for the very first time.

“Ah, shit.” Nas curses aloud, his hands pressed into the mattress on each side of Tangie’s head.

His dick had been trapped within her compressed walls, immediately being thrown into a trance. It was as if he’d entered another dimension. He fell in pure bliss at the sensation she gave him. So much in bliss that he had to control himself from releasing so quickly.

With the grasp of both of her legs, he presses them into the mattress for more access. His hips moving in a circular motion, digging deeper into the woman beneath him. His pace slow and passionate.

“Fuck, mm…” Tangie caressed the rapper’s back, each stroke snatching her soul away. Her eyeballs rolled to the back of her skull, lips inches apart as her eyebrows furrowed together. “Oh, shit.”

Her attempt to be as quiet as she could began to fail, the moment Nas’ strokes grew rough. He held a tight hold onto her thighs, keeping them wide open and away from one another as he continued to hit that gummy spot. A plethora of squeals meets his eardrums, given that she’s trying to keep from screaming to the top of her lungs.

“You gotta keep it down, baby.” The young male sends multiple kisses along her jawline earning a whimper. “I know, I know. Fuck.” He groans, loving how absolutely soaked she is.

Tangie’s wetness became a track of its own. Her creamy essence creating a sticky mess as their skin slapped together repeatedly. His chain dangling in her face.

Glancing at where their bodies met, Nas licks his lips at the beautiful sight before analyzing her fucked out facial expression amongst her gorgeous canvas. “You look so fucking beautiful taking me. Shit… Shit…” She tightens around his phallus, creaming yet again while looking him dead in the eye.

Immediately, Nas pulls himself out, “Hold on.” Panting heavily.

Tangie wasn’t hearing it. She switches their position, currently on top of the male and sinking onto his phallus. “Damn, it’s like that.” He drags his tongue across his lips yet again, lustfully watching the beauty bounce on top of him with ease. He was hooked and so was she.

“Ouu, this dick is so fucking good. Feels so good inside of me.” Her breathy raunchy moans earns a smack to her backside, fucking the woman from underneath.

“Mm, fuck…” She drags out lowly, her head tossing backward. Her dainty hands lying upon his chest, beginning to grind upon his lap in circles but in the midst of her actions— she finds her spot. “Shit, Nas.” Legs beginning to shake, leaving more cream upon his groin area.

Tilting his head to the side, licking his lips at the view and admiring how sexy she looks on top of him. “Just like that, beautiful. You doing such a good job.” His thumbs toying with her erect brown nipples.

Suddenly, Nas sits up and grabs her legs, lifting the pair on each arm for more access. He immediately gained more control, passionately yet roughly thrusting in and out of the whimpering beauty. Between her whimpers, she couldn’t help but to let out squeals and little screams here and there.

Tangie couldn’t shout to the top of her lungs like she wanted to. Nas was fucking her so good that she wanted to cry. He was driving her insane, up the wall.

The headboard banged against the wall intensely as the bed shook violently, creating creak noises. Tangie’s wetness still making a track of its own, damn near an album at this point.

Their eyes connect yet again, “This pussy so good, mama.”

“Mm…” Was the only she could drag out before he plants his lips upon hers for a good, loving peck.

Nas switched their position, flipping her onto her stomach. Her backside in the air much to his approval as he analyzed her lower back tattoo. “Grab this.” He hands her a pillow before tapping his phallus amongst her throbbing center then gently pushing himself inside yet again with a groan.

His strokes were rough just how she liked it. When it comes to back shots, she didn’t know how to control herself.

“Oh, fuck!” She shouts aloud unintentionally, on the verge of tears.

In result, the rapper sends a harsh slap to her plump bottom. “You being too fucking loud, yo.” He continues to fuck her from behind, groaning loudly at the sight of her ass clapping back on him.

The woman buries her face into the pillow, crying out loudly into the material. Drool found itself trailing along her chin as she took every inch of him. She was too fucked out that she attempted to run, reaching to place her hand onto his lower stomach and trying to crawl away. But his grip was much too tight and it seemed to have gotten tighter, the moment she tried to run.

“Where you going, mama?” He quizzes lowly, grasping a hold of both of her wrists and pinning them behind her back as if she was arrested. “Don’t run. You can take it, baby. Fuck, you can take it.”

She had no choice but to take it. Tears of pleasure cascading along her cheeks due to how amazing he felt digging in and out of her tiny hole. He stretched her out so beautifully. She’d never had a man put it down the way he did.

“Unh, unh, unh,” Each back stroke, Tangie moaned in and out of the pillow. “Ouu, daddy. You’re fucking me so good. Oh, my—” A gasp passing her lips as her legs began to shake yet again, more of her cream leaking out of her tight hole.

“Ah, fuck!” Nas happened to be on the verge of releasing, still fucking into the beauty without a care in the world. He was so lost in her walls, so deep in a whole other world.

Digging her pearly whites into her bottom lip, her low lust-filled irises averts back at him, throwing it back like never before. “Don’t stop. I want to feel that dick come inside of me…” Her eyelids fluttering repeatedly, tone of voice high pitched. “Your pussy.”

His low eyes piercing into hers, “My pussy, huh?”

“Fuck, yes… I’m gonna cum.” Her thin eyebrows furrow together as she breaks their intense eye contact, burying her face into the pillow.

It wouldn’t be long before they reached their climax, mouths agape, riding their high. Nas found himself gripping the top of the shaking headboard in the process at the effects of the intense orgasm.

“Damn.”

[secular-jew]

Judeans made wine for both internal distribution and for export, from the Richon area of Israel "Richon Le Zion, Palestine" which was a Jewish area of course. The label also says "Raisin de Canaan" - French for "Grapes of Canaan."

Naturally, the Arab Muslims can't drink and don't make wine.

Another well known wine began being produced in late 1800s. The Palestine Wine Company (PalWin for short), was founded in 1898, one of which the first brands sold in export markets by the Israeli wine industry.

In other news which proves that the Israelis are those who were called Palestinians, and which the Arabs will ignore, is that the Anglo-Palestine Bank was founded and later renamed Bank Leumi, the quality newspaper for English speakers was The Palestine Post (later renamed The Jerusalem Post), the pre-1948 soccer team was jewish, the pre-1948 symphony orchestra was jewish, as was the Palestine Airways (founded 1934), which was based in Haifa and commenced flights from Lydda (Ben Gurion airport), but due to Arab unrest, was moved to an airport in Tel Aviv, taking 6,800 passengers in 1938 to destinations like Haifa and Beirut.

The Palestine Symphony Orchestra was founded in 1936, well before the establishment of the modern state of Israel

Then of course, you had the Israeli soccer teams which played national & international matches in the 1930s and 1940s. The teams names were "Maccabi Tel Aviv", "Maccabi Petah Tikva" & "Maccabi Haifa." The Palestine team (all Jews) played throughout the world, including Australia. The team famously played Lebanon in April 1940, in Maccabiah Stadium (Tel Aviv), beating the Phoenicians 5 to 1, with 10,000 in attendance.

[creature-wizard]

The shitweasels from That Antisemitic Satanic Website have sent me another anon message! And again, it's copypasted! Loooool.

I know it's copypasted, but it's still fucking rich that they've rushed to reassure me that they aren't "white supremacists," because I never called them white supremacists. I called them "antisemitic conspiracy theorists," because they believe in antisemitic conspiracy theories. They treat The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion as if it's a genuine document and not a proven forgery. Among other things, they believe that Christianity is a Jewish tool of world domination and mind control, and that the Pentateuch was somehow stolen from the five suits of tarot, despite tarot being a 15th century invention.

Also, "Asian high priest"? From which part of Asia? Do you folks think Asia is a monolith or something? This isn't exactly helping you beat the racism allegations here.

This is the most pathetic attempt at playing the victim here. For one thing, Abrahamic religions aren't a monolith. There are different values among the many of them that exist (and there are quite a few more than three), and even within Christianity there's a substantial amount of diversity in values.

Also, worshiping pagan goddesses isn't exactly the win for feminism they seem to want to imply. Polytheistic Greeks were patriarchal.

Also, no shit that religions like Christianity are "anti-Satanic." You dork-ass losers aren't worshiping some ancient pre-Christian god. You're just worshiping the bad guy from Christianity, whom you've done mental gymnastics to convince yourself is actually Enki or Ea. Because you subscribe to that racist ancient aliens BS.

It doesn't matter how you try and paint yourselves up as progressive, it doesn't matter how diverse your movement is, the fact remains that you still buy into conspiracy theories created by Nazis and white supremacists. If you don't like it when people call you Nazis and white supremacists, maybe stop subscribing to their bullshit?

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Dion J. Pierre

“I’ll say this in no uncertain terms: I have no plans to leave Columbia. If ever I plan to leave Columbia, it will be on my own terms,” Davidai said. “Because, if they can do this to me, one of the most vocal faculty against antisemitism, then imagine what they’re already doing to faculty that are much less vocal.”

Davidai first made headlines in October after delivering a thunderous speech before a crowd of students and others gathered on campus in which he called the school’s president a “coward” for refusing to condemn Hamas apologists and anti-Zionist demonstrations on campus.

In many ways, becoming a public figure has been a detriment. Davidai’s email has been flooded daily with notes from antisemites accusing him of being an “Elder of Zion” and a “genocidal baby killer.” Last month, he discovered that an anonymous group of graduate students had accused him of anti-Palestinian racism and demanded that a professional association of which he is a member publicly censure him.

In Friday’s statement, Davidai said that he has retained counsel and pledged to “fully cooperate” with the university’s investigation.

“At the same time, I will call out Columbia’s bad faith in retaliating against me,” he explained. “An even cursory examination of my advocacy shows the absurdity of this investigation.”

The investigation against Davidai comes amid numerous allegations that since Hamas’ massacre across southern Israel on Oct. 7, the university has refused to address antisemitic rhetoric and violence on campus and allegedly coddled students engaging in antisemitic behavior.

Last month, a student group, Students Against Antisemitism (SAA), claimed in a lawsuit filed with the help of the StandWithUs Legal Center for Justice that pro-Hamas students beat up five Jewish students in Columbia’s Butler Library and that another attacked a Jewish student with a stick, lacerating his head and breaking his finger.

Following the incidents, pleas for help went unanswered and administrators told Jewish students they could not guarantee their safety while Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP) held its demonstrations, according to the lawsuit. The school’s powerlessness to prevent anti-Jewish violence was cited as the reason why Students Supporting Israel, a recognized pro-Israel school club, was denied permission to hold an event on self-defense. Events with “buzzwords” such as “Israel” and “Palestine” were forbidden, administrators allegedly said, but SJP continued to host events while no one explained the inconsistency.

[belowzion]

Adam and Why I Felt His Character Disappointing

Sooo, I have watched the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel! While I did really enjoy Status Quo (The song, the fact that Vox loses his first match against Alastor in the show is quite sad.) the rest of the show, I had a lot of problems. Especially the way they handled Adam.

(Look at this lil' shid.)

The dude-bro thing is just too much. It feels like his entire character is just Mammon but Angel.

Now, I've been working on rewrites for months now, slowly turning it into my own piece of fiction. Funnily enough, me and Vivzie had the same idea of taking from Paradise Falls. I feel like the book is great and can have many different ways of interpreting it. However, I am not here to talk about Lucifer, so lets instead get back to Adam.

So, let me tell you all about Adam in Below Zion and how he is in a bit of an odd spot considering Angels...:

Adam is in his luxury spire, pacing around, phone in hand, another hand flailing, disappointment, sadness and anger is felt in the presence of his holy living room.

"You hold the keys to the Well of Souls, you lead an army of an entirely new species of Angels! And you're letting these absolute nutjobs beat you!? Adam, come on! You're better than that! I mean for fuck sake man, you have the name of the first human! He got like... 100 percent of woman in his time!"

"Good on him, but i have 0 percent. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with women. They Never go for a nice guy like me, only for douchebags who probably don't even treat them right!"

"Well, Adam. Do tell me… how would YOU treat your woman?" "Well, i treat M'lady like a queen, of course! They don't know how good they would have it with me!"

"... M'lady...M'lady? Adam... you don't treat woman like... oh my... Mrghhh! Look, this is the third time this week. Why don't you just come over to me and... we'll talk bro to bro. How does that sound, hm?"

"...I don't know what you have, the Virtuosos (opposite of sinner, worships angels despite flaws) tell me it's Top gentemanly behavior of the century. And yes... I'd love that. I'm coming. And i'm bringing my emotional support Lute."

"... Just... just come over here and we'll fix you up... or attempt to at least..." Adam sighs, and hangs up. Lute comes out of Adams room with a suggestive smile, like she always does.

"Mmm, we're visiting Master Lucifer, sir?"

"We are, my dear Lute."

He says, kissing her forehead.

"Just a trip for a talk between bros. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, sir... Would you like me to transform?"

"That would be preferable for the way... yes. Makes getting out of town easier."

She nods... and folds into a brilliant lute! And then... Adam is off... taking flight to meet with Lucy...

Adam is an agent of Lucifer whom is... okay, lets not beat around the bush here. He is an incel. The odd thing here is that, Exterminators are an unofficial branch of Heavens military. So unofficial that even Arch-Angels don't know about them. They are robotic angels, made by Lucifer and a dear friend of his, trained and maintained by Adam. Adam is also not the leader of the Angels. He works at a very high position, that being that he guards the Well of Souls that leads to the conjuration of all the souls on Earth. All Exterminators are made for Lucifer and Adam. The marks on their eyes are the Mark of Lucifer. They belong to him. They do whatever HE wants.

This makes Adams girlfriend a robot.

He has an AI girlfriend.

He objectifies women to no end.

He is also very good at his job as being Lucifers mole in Heaven. While Sinners do pacts with each other, Adam allows Lucifer to have a foothold in Heaven, years after he got kicked out...

Adam is in his luxury spire, sitting at his computer, with a plate of pretzels on the desk, phone in hand, screaming wildly to it!

"What you're suggesting is ABSOLUTELY ludicrous! I will have NONE of it! You will deal with the Brightwing family until next week or I'll make sure to put that pact to good use!"

From the phone, a rather paniced individual speaks!

"Hah, BITCH! You think you have any say in here!? Killing the guys children- what don't tell me YOU have any children!? You do?! Well, uh, thats the thing! Noooot anymore you don't! I'll see you again soooooon~

The other angel on the phone seems to speak in an extremely agitated and afraid tone! Pleading!

"Oh! Changed your mind have you!? Great, GREAT! NOW! I got the whole thing planned out for you, so YOU can't mess this up! Sending you the docs. DON'T. MESS. THIS. UP! BYE, ASSHOLE!"

He hangs up and grins triumphantly…

He continues to deal with the usual fluff. Lucifers extend into heavens business. Angels need a good amount of convincing to stay in line sometimes, but it's good work, and… dare he say it, fun~ With how he feels life is treating him, it feels Great to be able to make the lives of others even worse. It having such a positive impact on the work of his best bud is of course a wonderful bonus!

He is a lonely asshole that lives off of the misery of others and finds purpose in serving someone like Lucifer.

He is a villain, but he is a lot more complicated than just being a dude-bro.

[foolartqwq]

OK since my inazuma eleven brainrot came back, I’m gonna tell you my head canons for the characters

Im gonna start with my favs

Fudou Akio

I headcanon him as Japanese and Puerto Rican. Whenever he s mad he ll curse in Spanish cause no one knows it in the team. Kidou understands just a few words while Gouenji and Haruna understand very well the language. He listens to old school reggaeton on repeat. His favorite songs is probably “Caile” by Tito “El bambino”. He also listens to rock a lot!

Once in a while when he has time he will invite all his old team mates and start a party. They will listen to all kinds of music and dance and drink and have a lot of fun! He has a cool tattoo on his back! Ever since he started growing his hair he styles is in a mullet like wolf cut or something

Kidou Yuuto

I headcanon Kidou as blasian! Japanese and Jamaican to be exact. He really has that strong accent. He listens to pretty chill songs. Nothing to wild. He has a few reggaeton songs recommended by Fudou that he likes such as “Zun Da da” by Zion

He only knows a little Spanish but understands clearly whenever Fudou curses him

F: Hijo de puta

K: I’ve heard that idiot

He is a lady Gaga enjoyer and also enjoys French music such as Alor on Danse by Stromae and Positif by Mr. oizo

What he does in his free time? Visits his grandparents in Jamaica when he has time! He once brought Fudou there and they had a blast!

Endou Mamoru

He is Japanese! He usually listens to pop music! What he does in his free time except playing football? He skates! He once had a hyper fixation to learn how to skate on roller skates and once in a while he goes and skates for hours to clears his mind! He does enjoy Megan the stallion a lot! His fav songs is Mamushi

Gouenji Shuuya

Gouenji is half columbian! He also enjoys a bit if reggaeton but not us much as Fudou! He actually love mysterious music such as Lovers from the past by mareux

He actually enjoys all kinds of music as long as it sounds good. He hates when a song had a cringe beat, if he feels uncomfortable listening to it he’ll hate it. He loves cruising in his sports car. Oh yeah Gouenji would own a sports car. He love driving, it calms him down and helps clear his mind.

Haruna Otonashi

She s also blasian(Japanese and Jamaican). She loves songs that have in theme woman power. But she also likes songs with pretty explicit lyrics! When Fudou organizes a party Haruna and him will be the ones to dance like there is no tomorrow. They’ll both get drunk and dance together. One time Haruna put this song “so mi like it” by Spice. Fudou was shocked to see what Haruna listens to but imagine how kidou was when he saw Haruna dance in the song and sing it. SPEACHLESS!

She loves drawings in her free time. She s not good at it but she learns and loves seeing the progress she makes everytime she draw

That’s it for now

If y’all wanna know my headcanon for other characters let me know :3

[bl00dysaint]

WHIPLASH MIYA TWINS

street racer miya twins x flagger y/n

chapter two: darlin’

16+ minors dni!

THE ENGINES OF THE 10 CARS RAVED AS THEY DROVE UP TO THE START LINE. The brightening sky acted as a light, as if it were a theater presenting a performance centered just on the car.

When the cars arrived at the appointed area, you walked in front of them to the middle of the street, where the cars had left enough room for you to stand. You glanced to your left and saw Kuroo smirking, his left arm on the steering wheel and his right hand on the gear stick. Then you noticed Atsumu Miya to your right. He was dressed in a red race bomber jacket and a black turtleneck with a dangling cross necklace.

You were looking for a second too long before Atsumu looked up at you, curled his lips into a smirk, and winked, your face contorted, focusing your sight back up before seeing Mia give you the thumbs up to begin the race.

You pointed your left arm at Mia and your right arm at the other flag girl, hearing Mia say "Ready," and the other girl saying "Set," you glanced at all of the cars yelling "Go," and you threw your arms down, swinging the flags as the cars sped past you, smelling the gas and burning fuel.

You could hear the cheers of the crowd behind the barriers, which were there to keep the spectators from being hurt or interfering with the race and automobiles. With your hands on your hips and a sigh, you diverted your gaze to the automobiles driving away.

"Let's meet them at the finish line," you said, pointing to your customized silver Chevrolet Corvette Z06 with pink-colored light-up wheels. Anime girls were plastered on the sides of the car, which were tailored to your preferences.

Mia jogged over to you wearing a pink cropped tank top and black booty shorts with a leather jacket, twisting the corner of his lips into a smile. You ogled her as her breasts swung left and right. "Like what you see," she joked, giggling as she slapped your ass. "I do," you joked as you kissed her cheek and walked away, hitting the unlock button on your car keys. leaving Mia blushed for a moment as she caught up to you, and you both got into the car, her sitting in the front on the passengers side, closing the car door.

You threw the flags in the back of your car, adjusted your hands on the wheel, placing your left hand on the black leather wheel and your right hand on the gear stick, shifting it down to D (drive move), pressing your left hand on the gas, and turning your wheel to the right, taking a different route than the guys.

Before a race, you'd always know a shortcut to get to the finish line area before of the racers so you could keep track of who won and who didn't; after all, you were the flagger girl and in control of that.

"Can you retrieve my ipod and play 'Yo voy' for me, Mia hun?" You pointed to your blue ipod in the cup holder, and she nodded, picking up the ipod, turning it on, and playing "Yo Voy by 'Zion & Lennox ft Daddy Yankee." This was the song that you were listening to at the time. your visit with Your uncle, he introduced you to some Spanish music, which piqued your attention.

 "Ella hace todo por seducirme, Y yo voy, voy, voy"  Mia sang along as she got the hang of the song, lifting her shoulders to the beat and putting clear lip gloss to her lips while smiling brightly at you. You cast a sidelong glance at her delight, which made you happy, before returning your gaze to the road and descending to a button covered by a pink cap, which you flicked open, allowing the nitro to run, accelerating the car faster than you were driving.

You looked out your window and saw the short alleyway you had driven through before; despite its narrowness, it was large enough for you to drive your car through it, so you shifted the wheel to the left, readjusting your wheel to center. 

You drove through the dark passageway, leaving your car lights on, before exiting and finding the desolate area with a few automobiles and people moving around.There was one automobile in particular that stood out. It was your father's vehicle. He hardly never meets the racers at the start. It was always at the end of the line.

You pulled up to your father's car, your hand on the gear lever, and shifted into parking mode. "Who do you believe will win?" you inquired, crossing your arms and casting a glance over at Mia. "Well, it's only fair to say Bo', but those twins are good according to the rumors, so I'll say them." She shrugged, her long nails trailing across her arms.

"Hm', I don't think it's the twins, c'mon, it's them we're talking about," you say, alluding to the other teams who had advanced equipment and pricey custom modifications to their cars that could only be obtained from specific persons. "True, but why don't you give them a chance?" She inquired, her gaze falling on you as she unbuckled her seat. You're both getting up and opening the car doors.

You slammed the car door shut, locking it, and walked over to your father, who was talking to another man with a cigar in his hand while leaning against his car. You smile as you clear your throat, causing your father to look at you. "Hey y/n,"  His lips twisted into a smile as he opened his arms, and you sighed, smiling back as you walked into his arms, where he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you, inhaling the smoke and cologne.

"Hello, father," you said before drawing away. Seeing the guy he was chatting to go away and hearing him scoff under his breath, you looked up at him. You gave him a sneer and rolled your eyes. You put your hands in the back pockets of your shorts and say, "Dad, why didn't you tell me about the twins?" He chuckled as he ran his left hand over his crimson hair, "Thought you wouldn't care."

"I don't, but based on what Mia told me, I'm intruded," you hummed, putting your head on your father's shoulders. "Yes, they're quite nice, on par with your dear friend Kuroo," he said, waving his cigar around, as you gasped for air, cocking your brows in his direction.

He grinned as he rubbed your shoulder, "yes, they're that amazing, but not as good as me of course." You rolled your eyes at his statement, knowing that his pride from years before was still intact. The sound of roaring vehicle engines caused you to lift your head from your father's shoulder, knowing that the racers were approaching the finish line.

"It's time for me to go," you said as you threw your left arm around his hip and hugged him tightly before sprinting to the finish line, where Mia was already carrying your flags. Upon moving to your assigned side, you hurriedly thanked her. You take the flag in your left hand, raise your arm in the air, and swing the flag up and down as you watch the cars race up the finish line.

When you observed Kuroo's crimson Toyota Supra and Atsumu Miya's black Honda H2000 racing for first place as the other vehicles trailed behind them catching up, your eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a few seconds, both cars were near to the finish line as they rushed by, with Atsumu's car crossing the line a second ahead of Kuroo. They both drove past the finish line, pulling around the cars that were parked there, while the other cars followed closely behind.

Even though you were surprised, you continued to wave the flags as you walked up to the cars, staring at the irate Kuroo clenching his teeth as he slammed the steering wheel and watching Atsumu sighed as he relaxed back in his seat munching on his minty gum. After a few moments, you noticed that all of the racers had exited their cars and were standing outside of them, shutting the doors.

"Congratulations on winning the race," you congratulated Atsumu as you walked towards him, clapping your hands and slowly swinging your hips. The person in charge of the winner's money handed the black suitcase to you, and you placed it in Atsumu's hands.

"Thanks Darlin"

[bluecodexs]

myles and zion's wedding ceremony

(ill have to show later but this still doesn't beat myles's mom's wedding. their wedding was beautiful but this was still cute!)

[simplegenius042]

Fallout Casting for Satoru "Kakashi-sensei" Gojojojo for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic

"Five bucks and I'll tongue punch your fart box." - Satoru Gojo, Episode 3 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).

Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Cast As The Variant of JJK Abridge's Satoru Gojo are listed below the cut:

Elrand Brandt (Fallout Vault Dweller OC, faceclaim Jason Statham) -> In his twenties and had told the Master to kill himself.

Finidy Mona (Fallout 2 Chosen One OC, faceclaim Jessica Alba) -> "Chosen One" will be as close to "Honored One" as Fallout will get.

Alph Dolen (Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee. Has transformed into a Ghoul) -> Fawkes talked about how it was his destiny to save Project Purity and his hopes and dreams died in his early twenties.

Raul Alfonso Tejada (a ghoul mechanic that helps out Ryder in Fallout New Vegas, follows her around after she saved him on Black Mountain and is inspired to pick up his guns again to protect those of lesser fortune) -> He's badass and voiced by Danny Trejo. Also got very father-figure vibes going on. And lost a young female companion (his sister) like Gojo had (Riko) whom they were both trying to protect.

Nate Gust Sarid (Fallout 4 Sole Survivor OC, faceclaim Steven He. He is a Synthetic Human) -> The SPECIAL cheat stats make a lot more sense with him given the context that he's a synth, which could be similar to Gojo's cheat skills in general. Not to mention they're both (basically) fathers (Shaun for Nate and Yuji & Megumi for Gojo).

Vega (Fallout 76 Resident OC, faceclaim Yvonne Strahovski. Has transformed into a Super Mutant) -> Both are selfish and have unbreakable egos.

Tycho (from Fallout, a Nevada ranger who's wandered the Wasteland of California, he helps Elrand beat Gizmo and takes on the Master's Super Mutant army) -> Hides his face and a total all around badass.

Roger Westin (from Fallout 2, an NCR congressman fighting against the corruption within the New California Republic with underhanded tactics to build a peaceful, civil expansion into the north) -> Badass breaking the rules to do the right thing.

Butch DeLoria (from Fallout 3, Alph's former childhood bully in Vault 101, now one of his closest allies after the Lone Wanderer saved the life of Butch's mother from Radroaches. After Alph and Amata we're run out of the Vault, Butch helped build up the rebellion against Overseer Almodovar, and had managed to slip out of the vault to get Alph and Amata's help. After resolving the issue, Butch joined up with Alph and Amata to wander the Capital Wasteland, becoming the founding members of the newest Tunnel Snakes) -> He's rocking a style and while he can come off as a jerk, he's got a heart of gold, though never a push-over.

Joshua Graham (from Fallout New Vegas' Honest Hearts DLC, Joshua is Caesar's former Legate, now known as "the Burned Man", he resides in Zion to help the Dead Horses (as well as Daniel and the Sorrows) against the threat of the White Legs. Ryder gets some very important insight from him on how to deal with Caesar's Legion) -> Okay, so his eyes aren't blindfolded, but he is bandaged up elsewhere. And not to mention his voice is captivating. And he'd probably despise his Gojo variant which makes for some humorous opportunities.

Deacon (from Fallout 4, the Railroad's top intelligence agent and overall the best spymaster you'll ever meet, he trains Nate in the art of espionage and being a better liar. Had given Nate trust issues for a while when partnered together. He also helps Nate discover he is a synth and come to terms with his newfound existence) -> He's got the charisma. He's got the sunglasses. He's got the lies and the confidence. He's got the vibe of a responsible irresponsible adult. He's got the vibes of a back-alley drug dealer guaranteed to give you the good stuff and be there with you to make sure it goes alright. He's probably stolen caps from Carrington. He's the man. The goat. The guy the Railroad keep around because he's really good at his job even if his tactics are questionable sometimes.

Remember, for the alternative option, REBLOG and put in the tags WHO else from the Fallout franchise should be Abridged!Gojo and WHY you think they'd better suit the role.

I've also created and will continue to update (until the polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.

You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, chow!

[locustheologicus]

Metallica’s For Whom the Bell Tolls: An Anti-War Polemic

This song is Metallica’s take on Hemingway’s novel of the same name. Hemingway writes about the Spanish Civil War and in doing so offers a reproach of modern warfare. As I think of the deepening conflicts and war in the middle east and the Ukraine and other conficts that seem to be escalating I think it would be good to hear the words of caution within the warring style that Metallica offers especially with the amazing use of the bass by the great Cliff Burton. Cliff was an amazing talent but he unfortunately died tragically after the following album “Master of Puppets.” 

The lyrics allow you to just imagine what the combatants are going through within the fevered pitch that is provided by this headbanging music. 

Take a look to the sky just before you die It's the last time you will Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry

Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery Hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone, except the will to be Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

I feel that there is a certain irony here as I recall the way this song made me feel as a teenage boy in the late 1980′s. On the one hand this music moves you towards feelings of anger and passion that bring a sense of deep meaning and purpose for an adolescant youth who craves for simple answers. Almost like a desire to be a unreflectively part of something. Yet the words (which one can eventually reflect on later) force you to pause and consider what it is that you are actually a part of. War and violence has the ability to get the person to find a sense of tribal meaning and this again is what many young men crave. The desire to march off into some sense of victory and glory. But the lyrics then has you think, what is it all about? what is ultimately achieved and why did we value such methods of destruction.

With the escalation of war and violence we may need to be more attentive to the prophetic words etched by Hemingway, sung by James Hetfield, and played by Metallica. This is the hope expressed in Scriptures:

For from Zion shall go forth instruction, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. He shall judge between the nations, and set terms for many peoples. They shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks; One nation shall not raise the sword against another, nor shall they train for war again. - Isaiah 2:4

Pope Francis recently reflected on the theme of war having reflected on the one year anniversary of the October 7th Hamas attack on Israel which started the current war in the middle east. In the reflection he calls on the international community (all of us) to “end the spiral of revenge” which calls to mind the teaching of Bishop Helder Camara. The belief that violence ultimately begest violence and that peace is the path that we Christians are called to promote. 

Tomorrow marks one year since the terror attack on the population in Israel, to whom I once again express my closeness. Let us not forget that there are still many hostages in Gaza. I ask for them to be released immediately. Since that day, the Middle East has been plunged into a condition marked by increasing suffering, with destructive military actions continuing to strike the Palestinian people. This people is suffering very much in Gaza and in other territories. Most of them are innocent civilians, all of them are people who must receive all necessary humanitarian aid. I call for an immediate ceasefire on all fronts, including Lebanon. Let us pray for the Lebanese, especially for those who live in the south, who are forced to leave their villages.

I appeal to the international community, that it may work to end the spiral of revenge and prevent further attacks, like the one recently carried out by Iran, that could make that region fall into an even greater war. All nations have the right to exist in peace and security, and their territories must not be attacked or invaded, their sovereignty must be respected through and guaranteed by dialogue and peace, not by hatred and war.