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GG: Sego were one of our favorite discoveries from SXSW a few years ago, and it was great to see them again at Zilker Brewing Co. (despite the freezing temperatures)!

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For 2015’s Monument Art Festival, a dozen international artists painted murals around the South Bronx and East Harlem.

This mural, Freedom and Emancipation of the Natural World, by SEGO was painted on the wall of P.S. 171 Patrick Henry, East Harlem, near Museum of the City of New York and El Museo del Barrio.

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grey and green aliens 👽

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franky the boat timeline

[ID: A One Piece fan comic featuring Nico Robin and Franky from the hypothetical bad timeline. Instead of dialogue, all text boxes contain lyrics to "Green Grass" by Tom Waits. In the first panel, Robin, who is now old and graying, stands alone in a cannon room inside of a ship. She is leaning against a support beam, right hand pressed against the beam while her left hangs down, holding a glass of rum and coke. Her white hair is messy and covering her eyes while she grimaces. Two text boxes read: "Lay your head where my heart used to be. Hold the earth above me. Lay down in the green grass. Remember when you loved me." In the second panel, Robin somberly rests her chin on a ship's wheel, her left arm slung over the side of it. It's raining down on her, and her glass is now placed behind the wheel next to three of the ship's log pose compasses. A textbox reads: "Come closer, don't be shy. Stand beneath a rainy sky." The bottom half of the panel is divided by a stream of steam coming from the Puffing Tom as it runs along the ocean with a crescent moon in the sky behind it. A textbox reads: "The moon is over the rise. Think of me as a train goes by." In the third panel, Robin is standing in the distance, mopping the deck, which is dirty with a few scattered dead leaves and cobwebs strung along the railings. Her back is towards the viewer. A textbox reads: "Clear the thistles and brambles. Whistle "Didn't he Ramble". In the bottom right hand corner of the panel is a close up of the glass of rum and coke with a textbox above it reading: "Now there's a bubble of me, and it's floating in thee." The fourth panel is a low shot of three steel cannons with a mast towering above it; painted on the sail is: "BF-70". Stars dot the night sky behind it. Three textboxes read: "Stand in the shade of me. Things are now made of me. The weather vane will say, it smells like rain today." The fifth panel show a flock of seagulls flying over head on the top of the panel, and on the bottom the seagulls have morphed into white flowers, with the seagulls in an abstract in between phase in the middle of the panel. The stars in the sky line the borders, but they too melt away into abstract lines the further down the panel. Three textboxes read: "God took the stars, and he tossed 'em. Can't tell the birds from the blossoms. You'll never be free of me. He'll make a tree from me." The flowers funnel down into the sixth panel where they morph into stars inside of Robin's speech bubble. Her speech bubble is wordless, containing only a night sky with a crescent moon. She's standing as close as possible to Franky's figurehead while on the deck, and looking towards him, looking somber. She's resting her left hand on the railing while holding the back of his figurehead with her right. Three textboxes read: "Don't say goodbye to me, describe the sky to me. And if the sky falls, mark my words, we'll catch mocking birds." In the seventh panel is a birds eye view of Robin laying in a hammock in Franky's sleeping quarters. The hammock is close enough to a wall for Robin to reach out and place a hand on it. A textbox reads: "Lay your head where my heart used to me." A small panel to the right shows a closer view of Robin's wrinkled hand pressed against the wood paneled walls. Another small panel to the right shows a lone ceiling lantern shining in the dark. Two textboxes underneath read: "Hold the earth above me. Lay down in the green grass." The last panel shows Franky as a ship sailing the ocean under a night sky. His figurehead resembling the general Franky's somewhat, and eyes that function as headlights. Multiple cannons line of the sides of him. Robin is hugging his figurehead from the back, and a textbox reads: "Remember when you loved me." /END ID]

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[twistedcharismaaa]

Silk Dreams: Temptations

General Summary: The creation of Masego.

Summary: A deeper glimpse into the past of Masego and Charisma's relationship that leads to their awaiting future.

Author's Note: Hi guyssss! How are ya? I hope you guys are well! I miss you guys and love you guys so much! I’m here with a little update! I hope you guys enjoy it it! I know it’s been ten thousand years since I’ve last updated this. Please feel free to re-read as a refresher. I’m still rusty. I’m really insecure about this update to be transparent lol. So I really, really hope you guys enjoy this. I love y’all! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I liveeeee for the commentary! Enjoyyyyy!

*Flashback*

She didn’t know what captured her first - his smile, his laughter, or his eyes. She swore he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen. And he was absolutely clueless of the power that rested in those dark brown orbs. She saw her fantasies in them. She saw vast possibilities, endless resolutions, and more importantly, freedom. She wondered how many versions of herself that she could be around him and she wondered who he was outside the confines of these four walls that they both seemed to frequent every Friday afternoon. The Smoothie Café on 15th Street was quaint and quiet. It was something that she had been lacking recently. The art of simplicity. She wondered if he lived a simple life and she wondered what he wrote about when he typed on that laptop of his. Whatever it was, held a lot of importance. She figured it was important enough for him not to notice her. 

Neglect was never a stranger to her, but it still hurt all the same. She figured this is just the life of an attention seeker ever insatiable for the spotlight or maybe ever insatiable for love. Silently, she sighed before taking another sweet swig of her fruity delight of a drink. Carelessly, she stole one more glance from Mr. Pretty Brown eyes. But this time, to her surprise, his eyes were already resting on hers. Again, he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen but yet, they were able to send a chill down her spine. She smiled timidly and he did the same. Slowly, he stood up from his table and began gradually walking her way. 

She pretended to busy herself with some random app on her phone. Again, she took another sip of her smoothie and waited impatiently for his arrival. Moments later, he stood in front of her table. 

“Excuse me,” he said politely. 

“Yes,” she responded, kindly. 

“I’ve noticed that we both seem to come here a lot. The drinks here are amazing,” he said, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“They are,” she agreed. 

“I figured it’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Ambrose. All my friends call me Ro,” he replied, smiling. 

“Charisma,” she answered. “That’s a pretty name. Doesn’t it mean immortal or something like that?” She quizzed.

“Yeah, it does. It has Greek Origins. Thank you,” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. 

“Since we’re on the topic of pretty things, I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted. 

And just like that her smile grew even wider. 

“Thank you,” she answered. 

“If you’re not busy or anything. I would love to take you out to dinner sometime. Or maybe we can get a smoothie together?” He suggested.

Before she could answer, The sound of reality buzzed in the palm of her hand. Masego was calling. Quickly, she ignored the call. 

“I would love to,” she replied, eagerly.

“Bet,” Ambrose stated, happily.

Gleefully, they both exchanged numbers and then exchanged goodbyes. 

She watched Ambrose exit the Smoothie Café with a small smile on her face. Once the door behind him closed, she returned her attention back to her phone. It buzzed again, and again, and again. Her phone was flooded with missed calls and unread texts. Reluctantly, she read Masego’s last message. 

“I’m back in town …. I want to see you. I missed you,”

Instantly, she was reminded of how courteous her lover was. He was just so mindful. How mindful and considerate he was to announce his arrival back home after not speaking to her for over a month. She was completely ghosted. His prized jewel on the shelf collecting dust. He was absolutely polished and pristine. How kind he was to update her on his well-being overseas through Instagram stories and Twitter posts. It would only be right for her to match his chivalry. She left her lover on read and tossed her phone in her purse. She gathered the rest of her belongings and exited the cafe and entered a new state of illusion. 

——-

*Present* 

The crowd sounded like roaring lions. Their cheers echoed loudly throughout the building. Even with the door closed you can feel their adoration pulse. She couldn’t blame them though. She loved watching him perform on stage too. Quietly, she sat down and tried to think about all the things she loved about him. She even tried to think about all the reasons she had to stay and all the reasons she had to go. 

Breaking her many thoughts, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Ambrose calling. Hesitantly, she ignored his call. Seconds later, he followed up with a text. 

“Did you end it with him? Have you talked to him? Call me baby, please,”

She read his text and instantly her heart broke. Ambrose didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this. 

“Fuckkk,” she groaned. 

Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she texted Ambrose back.  

“No, he’s performing right now. Didn’t catch him. Will call later,”

Quickly, she locked her phone and tossed it to the side. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. 

——

Several moments passed and Masego quickly entered his dressing room sweaty and breathless. A sense of relief washed over him the moment he saw Charisma’s face. She was still there. He smiled widely and sat beside her on the couch. 

“You’re here,” he whispered. 

“I am,” she replied. 

“Are you ready to talk?” She questioned, sternly. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Good,”

———

How quickly dreams can turn into nightmares….

Part 3

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[jade-weird]

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AB: Sego are recording new music, and played some of it (with a slight lineup change) at Zilker Brewing. They still sound great, even if the songs from their fantastic last album (and their hard-rocking cover of “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?”) are hard to beat.

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[sheabuttahwrites]

The Shelf Life Of Honey ( a Masego short )

- - //sounds ICU - Coco Jones, Black Love - Masego, Make Me Say It Again Girl, Pts. 1 & 2 - The Isley Brothers - story masterlist Shea Buttah Bakery Masterlist -

pt.1 ::

When she heard her bedroom door come open, she didn't even have to look; she already knew it was him. But, since it was him, she was gonna look. Her TV provided the only light, but it was enough. He glided across the threshold, his twisted ponytail grazing the top of the doorframe. He smiled goofily at her, showing all of his pretty teeth before he turned to slowly and silently close the door, locking it with the same care. She stifled a smile, keeping her eyes on him as he made his way around to the empty side of her bed. He had on striped pajama pants and a white knit tank top, looking like somebody’s Jamaican uncle. But his arms and shoulders were looking a bit thicker than the last time she’d seen him. He had said something about a gym membership a while ago, but she didn’t think his lil skinny self would actually do it. His chest even looked a little bulkier. She had to admit, resisting the urge to stare at him and all of his newness was a slight feat. 

“Mally Mal.” He took a seat and situated himself up against her headboard. “What up?” She sighed, loosening the reins enough to let out a smirk. He dropped his face, chuckling into his palm. “I know. I should've told you I was coming.”

“You should've.”

“I didn’t know how.”

She turned to her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Micah, really?” He almost winced at her use of his full name. “Stop it. You could've shot me a quick text.”

“I wanted to. Honestly, I didn’t know how you would feel about it. And I didn't wanna just flake on KJ.”

“I already told you I wasn’t mad at you.”

“You say that, but then I don’t see you or hear from you for a month.”

“Well, that works both ways.”

“…I was giving you space.”

“Yeah. Because you know you were dead wrong.”

He sighed. “Come on, Mal.” 

After their unplanned hiatus, she was surprised to see him step into her parents’ house with a suitcase. It was her little brother’s thirtieth birthday weekend. Per his tradition, he was spending the first part of his birthday with the family, so she knew Mic would be there, just not that he’d be staying. Talking about his parents were out of town. Of course, hers had offered him a room. They’d insisted, she was sure. 

They all knew she and ‘best friend’, as she so affectionately called him, had been beefing since Christmas, but no one knew why exactly. At least she didn't think so. She just wished someone would’ve had the decency to tell her about the arrangements. Since they had obviously been planned ahead of time. ‘Oh, yeah. Mic is staying for the weekend,’ her mom had revealed after she’d seen the annoyed look on Mallory’s face, and after Micah was already inside. You don’t say.

“What were you trying to do anyway?” Mal continued.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

“Were you trying to make me jealous or something?”

“No! How could I be doing that when she was just my friend?” he asked.

“Your ‘friend’… that you brought to Christmas? Ok.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“I could even see Thanksgiving, but Christmas? That’s deep.”

“Nah, it’s really not. I told you, she couldn’t afford to get back home, so I just invited her to hang with the fam.”

“Because you’re just so nice, right?”

“Yeah, I am. And you could've given her a chance, she’s good people. I couldn’t just let her be by herself for Christmas.”

Her frown had some serious weight to it. She didn't give a fuck how ‘good’ this girl supposedly was. “Oh, please don’t tell me what I could’ve done. When you could’ve very well left her where she was. She’s a grown ass woman, she would’ve managed.”

“But you ain't mad, though.”

“I’m not.” She rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “I’m literally not.”

He kissed his teeth. “I think you might need to reevaluate your definition of ‘literally’.” She glared up at him and a laugh buzzed past his lips. He knew the real reason for her temper, which was why he could find some humor in the mess. “Anyway, how you been? I ain’t seen you in a whole month, girl. You look good.”

“It’s dark in here, Mic, and I’m under the covers. You can’t even see me.” She knew he was just trying to charm his way out of the hot seat.

“I can see you a lil bit. And I don’t even need to see you to know you look good.” He shrugged, trading in his playful tone for a serious one. After all, he was serious. 

She tried to thug it out, but a flattered smile grew from her smugness and she rolled her eyes. A lot less intense than before. “Mhm. Thank you, I guess. You look aight.” Tickled, he smiled enormously, dropping his head into a silent laugh. She took her giggles down into her pillow, reaching up to grab his arm as she buried her face. 

“Wooow.”

“I’m just playing, best friend. You actually lookin’ kinda diesel,” she added, scanning over his upper body more freely this time. 

“Well, you know…” He puffed his chest up, flexing his arms out in front of him. “I been working out, y’ah mean? Lifting real heavy,” he said, bobbing his head with his last couple of words. She fast returned to her pillow while he laughed aloud at his own silliness. “But hey, um, don’t stay away from me that long again, aight?”

“Yeah. You, too.”

He nodded. “And just so you know, it really wasn’t like that with her. Even if I was interested, which I’m not, she has a boyfriend.”

“What does that matter? Niggas cheat every day, B.”

“Look, Mal. I know you know we’ve already had this conversation. So you also know I don’t want that girl.”

“I don’t know nothing.”

“Well, I’m telling you now. I don’t,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “Now what?”

“Whatever.” She sent her eyes on yet another spin, turning away and covering her mouth as a smile was creeping onto her face. 

“Yeah, stop playin’ with me. You know what’s up.”

“Nah, tell me what’s up.”

“I want you.”

A knot jumped into her throat. Her smile fell and she started to shake her head. “Stop it, Micah.”

“No, because I can't remember a time when I haven't.” Shamefully, every woman he’d been with had just been a placeholder. “I need you to know that.”

“Mm mm.” He was still talking when she brought her hands up, clapping them in front of her face before shushing him.

“Why?” The sly grin had made its way to him now. “You just said to tell you.” She averted her gaze. The butterflies in her stomach were instantly at a full ten. “What you scared of? You can fall, mama. I’ma catch you, I promise.”

She tried glancing up at him again and realized just how unprepared for this she was.

“Come on, talk to me.”

“…You're right,” she said, finally facing him as she unknowingly donned her pain. “We did have this conversation. So, why would you show up with another woman?”

He wanted to kick himself. The Christmas blow up had occurred right as they were courting the idea of maybe exploring things past their friendship. It had started as a joke during Thanksgiving. Something slick his mom had said about him ending up alone if he continued to overlook the blessing right in front of him. Micah and Mallory were having a laugh about it later that night when it somehow turned into a bit of a confessional for both of them. Apparently there had been a mutual crush when they were younger, that neither of them knew about at the time. A crush that clearly still had legs. 

“I know how it looks. I know that now. I don’t always stop and think stuff through, but I’m aware that I need to be more mindful when it comes to certain things. Still though, I meant everything I said to you that night.”

“…You know she probably like you.”

“All I'm worried about is you.”

“You hurt my feelings. Real bad.” 

He slid down beside her, needing to be on her level. “I’m sorry, Shug . That's the last thing I was tryna do.” 

When he invited his coworker to join them, he didn’t know Mal would take it so badly. He hadn’t even thought that much into it. In his mind, he was innocently bringing a guest for the holidays. Obviously, Mal did not agree. She’d claimed she wasn’t mad, but proceeded to give both of them the cold shoulder the entire day. And when she left, she barely said goodbye. He’d spoken to her just once since then, right after it had happened, for maybe five or ten minutes. The tone of that conversation was the final indicator that she was gonna need some time.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.” 

A deep breath helped her shake some of the nerves, but more than a few remained. Even in near darkness, she still couldn’t look at him. She didn’t think she’d ever be saying these words aloud, but the door had been opened for her to walk on through. “…This past month has been long,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers. 

“It has.”

“I thought about you a lot. Like, every day. Sometimes in ways that I haven't really before. I tried to make myself stop…” she scraped up the courage to lift her eyes and was met with his, “but I couldn't. I wanted to call you so many times, but I was just too angry. And then… I had to be real with myself. Because there’s a reason why I was so upset.”

“…Ok. What’s up?”

“…I love our friendship with my whole soul. Like, you’re really my best friend, for real. But… I think we could be more. I wanna be more.”

Her confession had hit him right in the chest. It almost mirrored exactly what those four weeks had felt like for him. The only difference being the direction of his anger; he was mad at himself, not her. 

“Yeah?” His smile was uncontrollable. He wasn't expecting her to say any of this to him tonight, but the last part was the most unexpected. 

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the thought of it crashing and burning has played over and over in my head. But, like… it could also work and I’m gonna try to focus on that.”

“Nah, ain’t nothing about to crash and burn. But I’m ready to try with you.”

“I just don't want it to get weird, you know? Keeping our friendship intact is important to me. Even if this…” 

“You gon’ be my best friend til they put me in the dirt. And then I’ma see if God can help me come find you in the afterlife, because I love you too much to ever be without you… aight?”

“Ok,” she laughed, feeling her face start to warm up. 

“Hold on.” He reached back to turn on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. “There you go. See, I knew I was right.” She smiled sheepishly, sure sweat beads would be lining her forehead soon now that there was no barrier to his fineness. “Look at me, though. I want you to know I’m serious. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Ok. I believe you.”

“Alright.”

“So, now,” she slid closer, draping her arm up over his shoulder, “I can tell you that I never liked any of your girlfriends. Not one.”

“Yeah? Well, I never liked any of them niggas you called yourself datin’ either. Even the ones I acted like I was cool with. Hated them niggas, actually.”

“You don’t like nobody.”

“Facts. But this a whole ‘nother level, shorty.”

She giggled into his chest as he rested his hand on her waist, over her blanket. Then, like two Cheshire Cats, they lay there just grinning at each other. Her concerns were his as well, but he had so much faith in what they could be that he was willing to take the risk. He was also prepared to reassure her every step of the way if that's what she needed. They had too much going for them to not at least try. And, if there were blessings to be had, he didn’t want to be the one standing in the way. She had always felt like one to him. 

“What do we even do now?” she asked. 

“I don’t know. Whatever we want.”

He licked his lips and she found herself needing to use more effort than usual to pull her attention away from them. Pretty and pink, glistening. Thick. Ready. Especially the bottom one. It had been calling out to her for as long as she could remember. He caught on to her struggle right away, as she was doing a horrible job of masking it. Licking her own lips, eyes darting around but only after lingering on his perfect pout for a little longer than she’d like him to know. He grinned in amusement.

“I see you.” Her head fell and they both laughed. “C’mere,” he muttered, lifting her chin and watching her bright eyes lower as he closed in. When their lips touched, heart rates spiked. He interrupted to check the temperature, just to make sure he wasn’t alone. One look and any inhibitions she may have had were no more. She instantly parted his lips with her tongue, melting into the sheets. He stroked her face and clung to her lips like they were keeping him alive. Years and years of terrible longing made them an unbridled pair, but there was a tenderess about it. The way his hand never became as impatient as his kisses. The way her arm hung lazily over his shoulder in sweet surrender.

She let him under the covers and erased the space between them, hurrying her hips toward his. She couldn’t get close enough fast enough. She wanted to be engulfed by him. His kisses slipped down to her neck and a wave of warmth washed over her entire body. The tingles made her toes curl as she tried her hardest to tame the beast looming between her thighs. She forced them together, squirming as his hand neared her ass. A heated internal debate led to her lightly tugging at his waistband. She wanted him desperately and she didn't have to hide it anymore. Again, the door had been opened. 

“I wanna feel it,” she breathed into his ear. 

It took him a second, but his preoccupied brain eventually registered what she had said to him. He eased himself away. They were in her parents’ house, so he had to make sure he wasn’t trippin’. Her lusty eyes bore into his and he froze. 

“…Here?”

“Please, fuck me.”

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