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the-good-projxct · 5 months ago

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July,3rd, 2024

7:47pm what a lovely time eh? 7.47, it's just aesthetically cute. Anyway, I am listening to Kygo and Miguel’s remind me to forget.. This song used to make me cry HOT tears. LMAO. Now I kinda dance to it. I am so umm chaotic. I wanna be in my Whitney era minus the drugs and premature death. Like, she really lived her life. I wanna receive an award and say you gotta lay low. Like I want the Nobel peace prize for the Gøod projxct. LMAO, I truly feel like I deserve it. This projxct has put me through it. Creative PEI…hmm. Abi, lemme say nuttin. But God knows wagwan. This is a Gøod projxct not a petty projxct, we thank God cuz otherwise…..I WOULD BE. Ahem. About the Nobel Peace prize, you know the guy genociding Eritreans has a Nobel Peace Prize. So like if he can have one, then my dreams are valid. I honestly just want to win it and do a speech in AAVE, Sheng and KiMeru. And quote Whitney. Just be Blackity Black pon Black with a side dish of nigga pon that podium. Cuz the world deserves it. I have so much energy today. Honestly, it’s just been a Gøod day. I feel like when I get serious tings done at a slow pace my mood just boosts. I had a slow AF morning because mandem could not sleep until like 3am. I went to bed at 10pm, didn’t sleep till 3am. That is 7 hrs in bed without sleep. Ya know how crazy that is?!?!? And if I tell a dr, they might put me on sleeping pills but I’m an addict. I will Love that shit. And the ting is, once I fall asleep, I sleep for 7-10 hrs. So the later I sleep, the later I wake up. It is chaotic. Four Five Seconds by Rihana and Yeezy just came on. This is a mood too. I wish more places played a perfect playlist for me. Like my 34th B’Earthday party. That playlist was BANANAS. That party had an insane vibe. Like hot men, hot babes, super Queer. So much weed. That smoke room was PACKED at some point. Making out in there on my day. Weuh. But all in all, the playlist which I curated was epic. Dancehall, Afrobeat, old skool hip hop. I mean, I had it alllll down to a T. Plus my mom catered. Yo. I don’t throw parties often but when I do, it is perfection. I also think I am in a Gøod mood because I have more structure. But also, Munene reminded me in a rough way, to be where my feet are. Like how is manz gonna use me against me? LMAO, I Love him. He is totally a need in my life. LMAO, I am afraid to admit it because I been a real BADMAN for soo long that I cyannottt imagine needing a nigga. But I want and I need him. And that reality is freaking me the hell out. I Love Niggas because when Niggas put their mind to it, shit be incredible. whiteness is constant mediocrity. All facts and I am saying this with my chest. Feelin’ myself is playing and what a mood. I am feelin’ myself. Anyway after talking to the King of Salone, I had dreams about him. Trippy ones too. Days like today, I remember that I am my favorite person on this planet. Like, I am so grateful the Creator chose me to be exactly how I am in this exact timeline because LAWD. What a time/vibe it is to be alive. I am a brown skin ting with brown eyes, brown hair, big yiddies and a fattie behind. I am East African with a matching forehead. I am smart, funny, witty, wholesome and chaotic. I am LOVE and I am LOVED. I am babygworl and the baddest man that ever did Live all in the same breath. Don’t play with me. I did not come to play in this lifetime, I came to slay and I came to play. I am literally the definition of what waist? If it wasn;t for my waist beads yall wouldnt be able to identify my waist line. Mscchheewww…half of yall never deserved my presence and you know it too. LMAO, lemme chill. Everyone deserves a likkle bit of King Kxndi. Anyway, DMX's ruff ryders anthem just played and this is my cue to go. 11 yr old me LOVED this song, I wanted to be tatted up like Eve. See me now.

Anyway, lemme go enjoy this chune and reminisce on DMX. Life is SOOOOOOO Gøod. I am Gøod. Magik is Gøod. Accountability is Gøod. Self Love is Gøod. Art is Gøod.

Ase. Ase. Ase.

#july 2024

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svgoceandesigns1 · 10 months ago

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Juneteenth I'm Black Everyday SVG - But Today I'm Blackity Heartbeat SVG PNG, Cricut File

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dpprimo · 1 year ago

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skiplo-wave · 1 year ago

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I ain’t going on no cruise ship, anon. I’m blackity black black. Our people may have sang “Wade in the water” but I won’t. Mm mm.

omfg

It's not that bad anon!

believe me I had same fear. Went on 5 day cruise it was pretty nice. All you can eat panni sandwiches slapped

#asks

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scaryspears · 1 year ago

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I just discovered your page, and I’m so loving your musings and your vibes. I fuck with the MK men heavy, especially them Lin Kuei bois. Have you done any more writing prompts for Scorpion, Smoke, and SubZero from MK1? Maybe something a little X-rated. 😈

Yes, to all this blackity-blackness 🖤✨

I haven't done much, but I have done other prompts, but not enough. I'm glad that you're enjoying my vibes and I am very flattered, and I can only hope that I continue to deliver.

I don't write anything nsfw related, only sexual innuendos since I'm not only very inexperienced when it comes to sex, but getting too close to the deeper parts makes me squeamish. I still feel like a naive 16 year old, so I can't be trusted regardless.

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azuisreading · 1 year ago

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Sistah Samurai by Tatiana Obey

This is no revenge story. I ain’t got time for that. I’ve got errands to run and things to do and barely enough time to make it home before sundown. I don’t care why folks are going around stealing ink. I don’t care why the monks are acting kinda strange. I don’t care that everybody is expecting me to save them. I might be a Sistah Samurai but those days playing hero were back when my knees didn’t ache, and I wasn’t the only one left. So leave me alone. All I want to do is get home, drink some green tea lemonade, and enjoy my peace. I’m not asking for much, so why are all these demons daring to get in my way? I am not the one. Not today. Sistah Samurai is an Action Fantasy novella that is an homage to the anime, Afro Samurai. Both works feature a feudal Japan-inspired setting that is rife with anachronisms. In the words of Samuel L. Jackson, “Is that a motherf—ing RPG?”

Review

Meeting Tatiana was one of the brightest things that the Universe could have done for me. After her duology, I knew I would want to read anything she writes. After coming into contact with her, I knew I would want to keep in touch for as long as possible. Even when we both knew that I wouldn't be the best reader for her new novella, she let me be part of her ARC team. And if I wasn't grateful enough then, I am now.

Sistah Samurai could be the story that changes your life.

It’s also exactly what Tatiana says it is: a love letter for her people. Yeah, it’s destined for a certain audience, and though I am not part of it, I felt the love and the embrace as if I were. So that’s not an obstacle for you to not get it. Everyone should have and everyone should read Sistah Samurai, only to feel and experience that kind of feeling.

It has a lot, and I’m not kidding when I say it. A LOT. The words are telling you a story while the background is weaving another, though both of them are related and intertwined and it would be hard to tell them apart. I loved it. I loved both, I loved the hundreds of thousands of different stories that are flowing together in this short novella.

I loved the protagonist and how she was annoyed at everything and everyone but was unable to ignore them anyway. I loved how I knew some things were about to happen and how uncertain things slapped me in the face. I had a smile even in the saddest moments and my heart was always filled with the love that was coursing through every word. I love how I couldn’t foresee things and how those things came hugging me from the back.

What I didn’t love, though, was that it finished when I wanted to continue knowing and reading more, and this is a weird part because that’s also something I love. How it got me to want to know more and read more even when the story was finished. And like I told Tatiana when I reached her to talk about this story, I also love the sense of reality that kind of ending gave me, because that’s usually how real life feels sometimes, when you don’t get to know what happens next, when that’s the end you get about another person. It grounded me. (But she knows I’m totally up if and when she wants to dive into this universe again.)

This is a story about love and that was the only emotion I felt while reading, so I recommend you that, if you are trying and looking for a story like this, you read this one.

Phrases that I liked so much that I marked them while reading

«Tamashii ink is an extraction of a person’s soul, they say. If so, the color of mine must be blackity black black black.» — Chapter 1.

«I see you looking at me. I know what you’re thinking- this girl done left her glasses at home, but she sure did remember to grab her shades. Well, yeah, ‘cause they make me look like a baaaad motherfucker. So mind ya business.» — Chapter 1.

«They called me Sistah Samurai, but in truth, I was just a tired woman tired of being tired.» — Chapter 2.

«The only difference between me and everybody else was that I’ve got a katana to help me row, but most times, it didn’t keep me moving forward none.» — Chapter 2.

«I wore a faded and lived-in black kimono while everyone else in the village had already donned their spring yukatas. The bright floral prints decorated the streets like spring shower rainbows, and I shoved through those rainbows like a thundercloud.» — Chapter 2.

«Her mouth dropped open in awe as she stared at me, as if my halo of hair marked me as some sort of goddess worthy of worship.» — Chapter 2.

«Straight lying out of his neck. I debated if I should call him out on it, which led to another uncomfortable silence. Even the little girl, who was looking between us with some confusion, blurted, “Just ask her out already.”» — Chapter 2.

«There used to be a street that led straight to my favorite restaurant, but someone had plopped a house in the middle of it and that street didn’t exist anymore. Instead, I took three right turns, passed underneath a roughshod bridge, navigated through a hybrid bakery-tailor-barbershop monstrosity mishmash to reach the plaza that had been five steps from where I started if I could walk through walls.» — Chapter 3.

«Too often, it was so easy for time to get away from me.» — Chapter 3.

«I returned to my now cold ramen. The son, at behest of the chef, brought me over a steaming bowl of ramen. Bless him.» — Chapter 4.

«Desperation made monsters of us all.» — Chapter 5.

«If the demons were ever to breach the gates while I was away, I had no doubt that this restaurant would be the only building left standing… and the inksmith’s shop. Probably. If the old man didn’t forget to activate his talismans again.» — Chapter 5.

«Let him try, but the more intention he used, the faster his ink would fade.» — Chapter 5.

«The metal melted around the fire, and I kicked the door the rest of the way open, except the blasted thing slammed against the opposite wall, and rebounded back to shut closed in my face. With a huff and roll of the eyes, I gently pushed open the door.» — Chapter 5.

«Finally. Someone around here had learned some manners. I just didn’t understand why I had to be the one dishing out the lesson. I didn’t have the time to go around educating folks. I didn’t have the time to correct every ignorant word that fell from the mouths of people who didn’t care to change. Nor should I always have to prove why my existence deserves their respect. But then… there are those days when your patience wears thin, and the cuts are too many to ignore, when you’re too tired but not tired enough, when you’ve had enough of the bullshit and the tomfoolery, and you’ve reached that magical moment when you’ve manifested the ability to make time. Someone’s got to teach these fools- Never disrespect a Black woman.» — Chapter 5.

«I should have been left the village by now, but of course I couldn’t leave well enough alone. I just had to get involved. Now look at the time.» — Chapter 6.

«I should have tried harder. I should have stayed. I know that, okay? But I can’t go around saving everybody. I’ve lived that life before. I’ve got to take care of me and mine. So leave me the fuck alone.» — Chapter 7.

«I was so tired of you annoying the shit out of me all the time. “Leave me alone,” I demanded. “But you’d be so lonely without me.” Lonely my ass. I’d rejoice the day I’m free of you.» — Chapter 7.

«I was tired of leaving behind loose ends because I didn’t have the time to tie them.» — Chapter 7.

«Of all the days for this to happen, why today? It was as if I started off on the wrong foot this morning, and I have been unable to get my groove back. No point wasting time and complaining about it, though. You’ve been complaining all day. Shut up. If you’ve got a problem with it, then you can get the fuck out of my head. No one likes a backseat driver.» — Chapter 8.

«I had been doing so well this morning blocking you out, until… […]. I guess we all have our triggers.» — Chapter 8.

«I wished I understood where they came from. The Sacred Order of Brotha Monks theorized that the demons are pulled from other worlds, embodiments of nightmares and traumas so intense they fray the line of reality and impose physical manifestations on the adjacent worlds around them. All I know is that I want all these other worlds to deal with their shit, so I don’t have to.» — Chapter 8.

«I’m still here. Fuck you. One day, I’ll figure out how to exorcise you, too. I know I failed. I know I made a mistake. I know I should have been there. I was a Captain. I should have been holding the line. The only way to cleanse that sort of shame was through hara-kiri, but I sure as fuck was not dying and giving you my soul. Are you living just to spite me? Hell fucking yes, I was.» — Chapter 8.

«Would nothing go right today?» — Chapter 10.

«But when push comes to shove… You do what you gotta do.» — Chapter 10.

«The lieutenant’s fire blasted against my summoned shield. The loser- whoever’s talisman ran out of ink first. I sure as fuck knew it wasn’t going to be me.» — Chapter 10.

«I squinted at a sudden glint of light around the warlord’s head. What was that? Okay. Fine. If I survived this, I promised to never leave the house without my glasses ever again.» — Chapter 10.

«I didn’t know if I wanted to live, or to die.» — Chapter 11.

«Who was left to scream into the void and say that we were here? To declare that we were more than the soldiers the world forced us to be. We were women, and mothers, and sisters, and cousins. We were teachers, and healers, and innovators, and warriors. And we went down fighting.» — Chapter 11.

«I thought about my Sistahs—who deserved more respect, more dignity, more love, and certainly more life than the world ever gave them.» — Chapter 11.

«It was a risky talisman, but I wouldn’t have trusted it from anyone else but her.» — Chapter 12.

«The bodyguards stumbled back and dropped their katanas. Ah. Now they were fleeing. But I was faster.» — Chapter 13.

«”Men hope while women carry the world.”» — Chapter 15.

«Why do I always have to be strong all of the god damn time?» — Chapter 16.

«”And I choose to no longer carry their deaths. Instead, I choose to carry their love.”» — Chapter 17.

«Time was cruel and it was brief. It was merciful and patient. It was fragile and easily broken. It was bright and way too fast. Cherish every god damn moment. ‘Cause spring would not last.» — Chapter 19.

«Finally, to all my fellow black girl nerds, I hope you feel seen. It’s about damn time.» — End Credits.

#sistah samurai #tatiana obey #book blog #booklover #book review #review #reading #I had to take out every : because Tumblr automatically put on bold everything that was before it in chat format and it was ruining my forma #so #every weird - that you find while reading the quotes #that was a : but there wasn't any bold in the original so I just changed it for a - to avoid it

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