#Cameron Graves

[sinceileftyoublog]

Kamasi Washington Album Review: Fearless Movement

(Young)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Kamasi Washington believes in the limitless power of imagination. On Fearless Movement, the jazz saxophonist's fifth studio album, Washington doesn't expand his sound, making room for guest rappers, just for the sake of it. Instead, he presents Fearless Movement as a step in an infinite evolution. If it seems like he's trying things out, that's because he is, and Fearless Movement is a tribute to the buoyancy of music.

Indeed, Washington has contextualized Fearless Movement as a dance record--not literally, say, a Chicago house album, but a collection of songs you can dance to, and more importantly, that suggest transitory states. He developed the record during a time of collective stillness--the pandemic--but of personal change, as his daughter was born. He exposed her to the teachings of Coltrane and Coleman, and by age 2, she was toying around on piano and came up with the melody for what would become "Asha The First". Washington's daughter's explorations are a microcosm for the approach he and his band took on Fearless Movement. "Dream State" formed out of an invitation from Washington for Andre 3000 to bring his flute to jam alongside co-writer and keyboardist Brandon Coleman, drummer Tony Austin, and producer Mono/Poly. The song starts with woodwinds over drones, as if the players are getting used to their new surroundings, before Andre's flute chops over a pulsating synth bass beat, the woodwind instruments eventually fluttering in syncopation. Meanwhile, "Lesanu" and "Road to Self (KO)" are two of the most dynamic tunes Washington's ever put to tape. The former, a prayer in the Ge'ez language of the Ethiopian Orthodox Bible, sees Washington, the new father, thinking about his own mortality in the wake of a friend's passing. The transitions, from shimmery drums and vocals into free clattering and swirling horns, then into post-bop with handclaps, are more sudden, but no less natural. The latter, on the other hand, is a 13-and-a-half minute epic that gradually changes tempo many times, in each instance led by a breathtaking line: arpeggio keys, elongated horns, Woody Aplanalp's raw lead guitars, and drums.

While many of the verses on Fearless Movement are perhaps less sophisticated than their musical counterparts, especially as they read on paper, they work in conjunction with the instrumentation. Taj and Ras Austin go back-to-back on "Asha The First", Taj waxing on the future and the cycle of institutional problems plaguing our world, Ras much more optimistic and spritely about the exponential benefits of learning. "Teach 'em the Afrocentric lens of this life that's upon us / Not just vices and charmer, give advice from the prices of karma / Deeds and action, laws and righteous rights and honors," he raps, atop a steady instrumental highlighting Thundercat's unmistakable bass noodling. Saxophone and organ solos bookend their verses, as if to present their words as chapters in an ongoing conversation. On neo soul standout "Lines in the Sand", singer Dwight Trible both stands up to and recognizes the reverence of borders, both physical and metaphorical, in this day and age: "Lines in the sand won't take my soul from me / Lines in the sand keep us alone and weak," he sings. The chorus of voices that pop in and out, nestled within the saxophone, Cameron Graves' piano, and organ, serve to bolster but also warn him.

There are a couple tracks on Fearless Movement that do grapple with modern dance music, to varying degrees of commitment. The one with the most star power is "Get Lit", which pairs funk legend George Clinton with rapper D Smoke on a bouncing track about partying and community. (Hearing D Smoke attempt to find biblical precedent for his hedonistic and horny verses is especially amusing). But album closer "Prologue" stands out. It interpolates Astor Piazzolla's tango into a propulsive and breathtaking swath of horns, piano, and drums, Dontae Winslow's trumpet solo perhaps the best individual moment on the album. By the end of the song, Washington's saxophone screams. In conjunction with the keys, it sounds like it's glitching. After all, sometimes, when you're experimenting, you'll break something. The key, as suggested by the record title, is to not be afraid.

[daydreamxr17]

I just know that if the show got it's proper ending with all seasons

This would become THE kiss scene

Like Lockwood would kiss Lucy after "SAVE YOURSELF FOR ME" (imagine Cameron saying this, with all that puppy eyes, desperate, bloodied, dirty, hot look, leaning to Lucy, their foreheads touching, we would just melt)

I won't shut up about this just imagine Cameron acting all Lockwood way stressed, kind off angry saying with that his voice "do what you're told FOR ONCE" and then lean down to Lucy, all soft, sad puppy look, whispering "Please, save yourself for me." And then the kiss

I HAVE THE VISION

And Lucy would kiss him again before "I'LL STAY WITH YOU"

[katsu28]

"send ☕ along with a prompt from any one of the lists below and a character of your choosing, and i'll write you a one shot to satisfy your craving!"

☕: prompt 23 from list e for rafe!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

it pains me to paint my pogues in a not so great light but i will forever love protective rafe <3 thank you for requesting!

rafe cameron x reader, minimal swearing, 1.9k

“Look who it is! The Princess Kook, slummin’ it on our side of the island for once.” 

Your grip tightened around the pack of beer you were holding at the voice coming from behind you, because you already knew who it was. There was only one person ballsy enough to speak so critically of you, and you were pretty damn sure he was standing right behind you.

Lo and behold there he was, flanked by a more bored looking John B. 

JJ Maybank was and always had been on your case, though you suspected it had more to do with your family name than with you yourself—always spouting off about money and wealth and eating the rich. You understood where he was coming from, of course, but that didn’t mean it stopped being irritating.

It just seemed like he was always riding you about being some little rich girl with daddy’s money, not an actual person, with actual feelings. But after a while, you’d grown used to it. JJ was all bark and no bite. 

“Hi, JJ.” You sighed, shifting your weight to one leg. You nodded at John B, who did the same back to you. “How’s it going?” 

“Didn’t know our booze was good enough for Her Majesty’s taste.” JJ sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. You rolled your eyes at his dig. “Rafe know you’re over here?” 

“He’s not my keeper.” 

“What’re you even doing here, Y/N? They don’t got beer on Figure Eight?” John B sounded a little bit nicer, more tired than bitchy like his blond friend. 

“Cheaper here.” 

“Like you don’t have enough fuckin’ money.” JJ scoffed. John B jabbed a sharp elbow into his side, a sign for him to shut up. 

“Look guys, I’m not looking for any trouble. I just wanna get some beer and go home, that’s it.” 

“How ‘bout you leave the beer here and run back to your little princess castle instead?” 

“You’re a real prick tonight, JJ. Something got your panties all up in a bunch?” You shouldn’t have snarked back, that you knew, but he was really getting on your nerves tonight. You weren’t sure why. His words usually just slid right off you. 

JJ’s expression darkened and he scowled, brows furrowing. “Maybe ‘cause I just got fired from the Club this morning.” 

“What, why?” You asked, surprised. It was a genuine question. JJ was a definite pain in your ass, maybe with an attitude problem but still a good employee. 

“Oh, drop the clueless act. Pretty sure it was one of your stuck up friends who complained.” 

“I’m sorry you got fired, JJ, I am, but I had nothing to do with it. And there’s nothing I can do about it either. I don’t have that kind of pull with anyone at the Club, neither does my family.” 

You figured it would be better if you left now before JJ came up with another retort, or you'd likely be here trading snippy insults with each other all night, and you had better things to do with your time. There was some sympathy in you for him, but your statement was still true. There was nothing you could do for him, even if you wanted to. And besides, Rafe was waiting on you for a movie night. 

Leaving the conversation and the beer you were supposed to get behind, you hurried back to your car. The quicker you got to Rafe’s place, the quicker you could forget about it. 

Only a couple minutes into the drive, headlights flashed in your mirror. No big deal, probably just someone heading the same way as you. You were on the main road to the other side of the island, after all. 

Then the car sped up a bit, coming dangerously close to your back bumper before retreating a sizable distance behind—once, twice. By the third time, you were starting to get a little pissed. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, squinting to get a better look at it. A big camper van, old from what you make out in the darkness, faded orange—oh fuck. You knew that van, John B’s old clunker of a car. And if you squinted a little harder, you could almost make out the same blond head of hair that was antagonizing you back at the store. 

So JJ did have a little bite in him. You sure as hell weren’t going to stick around to find out. 

Stepping on the gas a little harder, you took the long way back to the Figure 8, weaving through the backroads you’d known like the back of your hand since before you were able to drive. Back then, you’d done it on your bike, peals of laughter echoing through the overgrown fields of the Cut turned clean lines of pristinely cut lawns the closer you got to home, as Rafe chased after you on his own. 

Still, the van followed you on your way. With every glance at it in the rearview mirror, you grew a little more worried.

JJ’s driving was erratic, like he was playing a game of cat and mouse with you. If he really wanted to hurt you, this would be the ideal place to do it. There was nothing but grass and weeds around here. Nobody would find you for hours, even days if he were to run you into a ditch or something. 

That thought alone spurred you to drive even faster, driving and driving until you took one more look in the mirror to see that the van had stopped. You watched the headlights grow smaller in the distance, forcing yourself to keep driving until you got to safety—to Rafe. 

You screeched to a stop in front of Rafe’s townhouse, barely giving a backwards glance to see if they were really gone before hurrying the rest of the way to the front door. Hands trembling, you balled them both into fists, raising one to knock as loudly as you could. You could barely hear the thud of your fist on the wood over your thundering heart. 

The door opened in an instant, Rafe’s smiling face greeting you. It quickly faded when he took in your wide eyes, your hard breathing. He pulled you inside immediately, sliding the locks home behind you before gathering you into his arms. “What happened?”

You explained as quick as you could, but the adrenaline from the whole thing was starting to die down. Your previous thoughts were starting to seem silly at this point. JJ was a hothead, but you didn't think he’d go so far as to take out his anger on you. He was probably just trying to scare you, nothing more, nothing less. 

Rafe, on the other hand, was livid. 

“Did they hurt you?” He asked, voice dangerously low. His eyes searched you for any visible injuries, hands sliding over your body with the utmost care, a stark contrast to the storm creeping into his beautiful blue eyes. “I swear to god if those punks even laid a finger on you—” 

“No, no, they didn’t hurt me, Rafe. I’m okay now, I promise. Just a little shaken up is all.” You assured him, stopping his search by lacing your fingers through his. He still looked unsure. “I’m fine, baby. Honest.” 

Rafe’s brows furrowed long and hard, and you reached up, attempting to smooth out the deep wrinkle between them with your thumb. 

You traced above one of them, trailing down over the skin under it before letting your palm settle against his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut for a split second as he leaned more into your touch. The wrinkle disappeared. 

“Okay. But you’re not going home tonight. You’re gonna stay here, with me, and I’m gonna have a talk with my sister in the morning, okay?” He was calmer now, you could tell. The sharp edge to his voice was gone, his shoulders relaxed the more you stroked along his skin. You nodded, satisfied. “Can I make you something? Tea? A snack? I’ve got those cheese puffs you’re so obsessed with, though I don’t really see how good—” 

“Rafe,” You chided, smiling warmly, “You don’t have to dote on me. I’m fine.” 

“I know. My girl’s strong.” He murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to the soft skin of your palm. “Just had me worried for a bit, that’s all.” 

You kissed him, short and sweet, before tugging him towards the living room. Your gaze landed on the snacks he’d laid out on the coffee table first, drifting to the heaps of blankets and pillows on the couch right after.

Everything was already set up perfectly, and with all that had happened in just the past hour, sent a warmth flooding through your body, a sense of safe and love and home that you only ever felt when you were with Rafe. 

Rafe suddenly looked bashful, scratching the back of his neck with an embarrassed grin at the way you were looking at him. “What? I was excited to see you.” 

“You saw me yesterday, Rafe.” You chided lightly, completely failing at a stern look in favor of something much fonder. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” 

“Rafe Cameron, are you going soft on me?” You hummed, settling onto the couch. Rafe threw himself down next to you with a nonchalant shrug, resting an idle hand on your knee when you threw your legs across his thighs, but the answer was a resounding yes.

Yes, he was soft for you. Yes, he loved you more than he loved anything and anyone in this world. 

He knew it, you knew it, and that was what prompted him to speak his next words. 

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking.” 

“Uh oh.” You snickered, drawing a roll of his eyes with a lopsided smile. 

“Hilarious. Anyways, um, what would—I mean, what’re your thoughts about maybe…moving in with me?” 

“Here?” Maybe you sounded a bit more skeptical than you meant to, because Rafe quickly backtracked, sitting up straight. 

“Doesn’t have to be here. We could get a new place, if you want.” He replied, shaking his head. “Top’s uncle works in real estate, I could probably get him to show us some places within the next couple of days—”

“No.” 

Rafe’s expression crumpled. “No? No, as in no, you don’t want to live together?” 

You amended your rather blunt statement with a hand placed over his. “No, as in no, I don’t want to get a new place. I wanna live here. With you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t look so surprised, Cameron, your place is way nicer than mine.” You teased. Clearly amused, he scoffed, giving your calf a playful pinch. 

“That the only reason?” 

“‘Course not. I’m also looking forward to that fancy shower head in your bathroom.” 

Rafe snorted, pulling you close against him, pressing his forehead against yours. He looked a bit funny like this, nearly bug-eyed because of your close proximity, but you thought he’d never looked cuter. “And me?” 

You peppered kisses to his cheeks, chin, nose, the corners of his mouth in lieu of an answer, loud and over dramatic and definitely obnoxious, but it made him laugh. Then you kissed him right where he wanted, firm and loving against his lips to say yes, always you, and he smiled. 

Moving in with Rafe meant getting to hear your favorite laugh, see your favorite smile, every single day waking up next to him. You hoped you’d get to experience it for the rest of your life, starting now. 

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[y13evie]

masterlist

smut is tagged with ☆

harry potter:

call of duty:

könig

first time w könig blurb ☆

sub! könig riding blurb ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley

rough mission? give your bf some head! ☆

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

john price

lust for life (professor price x student reader) ☆

alejandro vargas

alejandro vargas x thiccckkkk reader ☆

philip graves

oneshots + hcs

141 + könig react to you wearing thigh highs ☆

141 + könig, alejandro,n rudy with thick thighed s/o

141 + alejandro rudy konig graves with plus size s/o

house m.d:

dr gregory house

robert chase

your houses kid and he just wants to treat u good

james wilson

u just wanna have fun but james is mean :(

clear your mind ☆

allison cameron

house is spying on you, cute lovey dovey w my girl

spider-man atsv:

miguel o’hara

a jealous man ☆

riding miguel drabble ☆

brat ☆

hobie brown

music to his ears ☆

peter b. parker

miles morales

earth 42! miles x reader fluff

pavitr prabhakar

the outer banks:

rafe cameron

[6xm6rti6]

I’m a huge fan of morally grey characters but hand over the evil man NOW!!

[floatinghanmi]

some fav people from my fav recent comics 💗

[arielleshaina]

BOOK SPOILERS

Pen sketch of a scene from the Empty Grave; you all know the one 🥺

[nobitchs-world]

I’m gonna have to pack up the simping it’s almost black history month

[starssgalore]

word count - 278

based off of - 553 (nasty) by jodeci

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it's deep. soo deep. that burning, twisting feeling in your core.

from the moment you first saw his face you haven't been able to forget, it's imprinted on your mind like a memory.

his face is so memorable. those lips and eyes. and god that smile that could make you do anything. and don't even get me started on that voice. deep and calming like the ocean. aggressive when the time calls for it.

he's got you wrapped around his finger... fingers really.

the sound of trickling rain and cars passing you on the street.

the cross walk being crowded with vehicle traffic slowly starts to clear up as soon as the light turns yellow.

the smell of pavement and rain slowly mixing together in a nostalgic aroma. the dark night sky lit up by billboards and street lights.

pedestrians getting ready to cross but not you. your legs are stuck in the same spot they have been since you've seen him walking towards you.

eyes half lidded, lips slightly parted as he blows out smoke from his cigarette. hair messy from running his hands through it too often.

he's under stress.

but just like that, he walks past you without a single acknowledgement. not even a wink or a tap of a shoulder.

it's not until you snap back into reality when you feel someone bump into the fact of you.

"fuck this." whispering under your breath out of annoyance.

it's not like you loved him anyways, yeah you were addicted and he was too. but that's not love, right?

it's not until your phone lights up a couple of blocks down.

'you know your mine.'

'7 at my place. see you later.'

delivered • 18:30

and with that adrenaline rushes to your heart. your legs start to move fast back to your apartment to spruce up yourself before see him.

you are his, and he's yours. forever until the end of existence.

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hey! it's been awhile but recently I've just been writing short little blurbs about whoever or whatever I'm thinking about. mainly inspired by music. so this one is based off of... *drumroll!*

553 - nasty by jodeci

anyways, see y'all later

xoxo, hoshi 💫

[naive-daydreamer]

So, you're seriously telling me that The Empty Grave ends with Lucy putting the UNDYING DEVOTION NECKLACE ON and running down the fucking stairs and then... Nothing? An ending more open-ended than bridge entrance?

Jonathan, that's cruel. Like, more cruel than Marissa.

Im not surprised tho. I just spoiled myself. Again.

[talleryn]

Lucy: we need to talk about your will

Lockwood: what about it

Lucy: here it says “bury me with extra bones to confuse the archaeologists lol”

[daydreamxr17]

No one did it so i did

Lockwood trying to find somebody to die for and he got somebody to live for instead

[eddysocs]

OC Wedding Board: Evanora Graves x Lilith

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Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @immyowndefender

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[ghostly-atv]

Hit with a new wave of sadness knowing we’ll probably never get to see Lucy Stokes play the ghost of La Belle Dame Sans Merci. Or Cameron Chapman play the fetch in the Hollow Boy.

[reminiscentsoftomorrow]

obsessed with the whole "father to his men trope" to begin with, but if it's a bad guy who gives his kiddos headpats, i am hyperfixating on them for the next month.

hardened military CO's are the cherries on top of a cherry filled cake

[arielleshaina]

My first Lockwood and Co pen sketch. Love that hug scene 🥺