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[pertrelli]

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Pertrelli Purple for Sekkle

[lufromtheunderground]

lost empathy. had me filled with so much frustration for so long. got caught up in thinking i know what people should be doing.. i barely know what i should be doing. came to bite me hard but i needed the reminder to sekkle it. sometimes we forget.

[444names]

cambodian names + german forenames

Acham Achel Aden Adomel Aemildan Agoy Aleng Aliang Alla Aluk Amporn Angoth Anna Annedikol Arines Arudo Arudong Arut Aula Baendria Beak Beanne Beng Berbardin Bodagotta Borndray Bort Boum Cang Carlhella Carloth Chaelfria Chakrid Chana Chandav Chandrich Chankas Chankryna Cheidem Chein Chelgab Chelmut Chem Chephay Chhainn Chhang Chheld Chhep Chhilbea Chhilhelm Chhilip Chhirico Chhithen Chho Chholard Chholf Chhona Chhundav Chhunh Chol Cholf Chom Chorn Choulad Chov Chuth Cola Colda Colf Dagobery Dalian Darcus Dart Diedia Diedrey Diegarina Dielger Dine Domarang Dound Dukvanne Duoy Eacol Eana Eanter Eavannick Elfgar Elip Emmei Eriangern Esey Ewal Ewath Ferm Framph Frea Fret Frey Frick Fried Frine Frith Geoun Gerham Geriang Geriedeng Gern Gerry Gertrun Gerwin Giloun Greanth Greterry Grey Hainerich Hannad Heak Hean Heanth Heap Heas Heidia Heilber Hein Helmung Hemmar Hend Heng Herith Hermald Hetharl Himelhein Hirieta Hith Hoeun Hold Holia Hona Horeiddh Houan Houel Houl Hourich Hung Huonald Huong Ieun Ieurmar Imoldavy Indrie Inhoewald Inichaul Ircus Isnal Issan Jach Jankald Janny Jeng Jinak Joannete Johaly Joniting Jostianne Jung Juppata Jutte Jürgerico Kaid Kandrich Kannanna Kanny Kard Kariela Karle Kattom Keath Ketelsa Khak Khand Khelabery Kher Khille Khirud Khirudia Khisam Khor Khorta Kimou Kiradrie Klausth Kleng Koladika Kolika Konat Korey Koun Kricol Lamestna Lanne Lavoeun Lavy Lean Lian Lieste Livia Livoeur Loeum Loeurnd Loewatta Lokhanne Lorng Louth Louy Lung Lütof Lütou Magdalda Magne Maka Makalmung Mald Maly Mamri Mamrobina Marmiralk Mary Matheara Mealude Meanath Meanny Meansga Mear Mete Milothel Mirin Miruth Mong Mornth Moun Mundray Muotho Narma Natja Neatheath Neoun Ngernda Ngetevin Nghan Ngob Ngot Ngoth Ngotta Ngou Nguong Nheine Nhelorn Nhenja Nhermasna Nhert Nhov Nichrioum Nicol Nieb Nies Niet Nike Nith Nitinarl Nonian Noph Nophim Noreta Noundy Nuorin Nutheata Oeurta Oldalte Orng Osthanass Ottal Oucheak Oukva Pann Pannat Patth Pendarya Peor Peous Peouth Phacher Phang Phanna Phanny Phanven Pharom Phedianne Phelm Pher Phian Phid Philia Phith Phongvor Phouang Phoutz Porno Poth Poury Prat Prudolf Radona Rajeng Rath Rethenz Richeing Rinin Rithea Rober Roeu Rogerndt Rolte Rona Rong Rosigmarn Rost Rostrea Rotpethim Rottin Rottong Rouisth Rounot Rouy Salorny Saman Sambodon Samong Samphin Samro Samueng Sank Sankry Santen Saranna Sard Sarey Savidemar Savolfga Sekkle Seou Sete Seth Shea Sido Siedagne Siesey Sieter Simong Sisannare Sise Sithy Sochanly Sokat Somar Sopeak Sopeter Sophain Sophard Sophet Soret Sotpette Sotte Sottfria Sottlin Souch Sounner Sracher Sran Sred Stephalk Sukvanikt Suthallip Sutshea Svang Sveam Tana Tann Tauchin Teak Teanar Teas Teatamerd Tepheid Teslabena Testanne Thael Thain Thanne Tharmall Thei Them Thim Thoeur Tholias Thomilab Thouelenz Thoun Thov Tiola Tiya Toung Tour Tuona Ulikt Ulridik Ulrina Uweng Vaniv Vanly Vanne Vanthay Varga Varichea Veanne Vearomedy Vichanna Vine Voeurn Vuth Wied Wigmutto Wily Wing Xellaulin Yass Yeann Yemmed Yivona Yivonger Youn Yournest Yver

[koffeesfancy]

Defend Ch. 2 | Bodyguard!AU | Koffee x Reader

Summary: You're a district attorney that has been placed under 24/7 security during the investigation of a prominent member of a local gang. You believe the whole situation is blown out of proportion and resent the imperious woman you are entrusted to. Partly due to her teasing, cocky nature, you struggle to take the short-statured woman seriously. Eventually, you not only find yourself seeking her protection but also solace in her company.

Genre: slow-burn romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2265

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and you stepped inside, cautiously peering into the darkness of the house. The air was thick with dust, and a faint musty odor tickled your nose. Your fingers grazed the cold walls as you felt for a light switch, but the only response was the echo of your footsteps on the wood flooring in the empty foyer.

A sudden movement in the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. "Hello? Is someone there?" you called out, your voice wavering slightly. Silence followed. You took a tentative step forward, trying to steady your breathing. Just as you began to relax, something brushed against your leg. You let out a yelp, jumping back in fear.

Mikayla's laughter rang out from behind you, and she flicked on a flashlight, illuminating her amused face. "Jumpin' at shadows, are we?" she teased, her accent slipping into a playful lilt.

You glared at her, trying to regain your composure. "Very funny. What was that?"

Mikayla pointed the flashlight on her keyring at the ground, revealing a stray curtain that had fluttered in the draft. "Nuttin' but a piece of cloth," she said with a grin.

You exhaled deeply, shaking your head. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"Maybe a likkle," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, let's get some lights on and I'll show yuh 'round."

She led the way, her flashlight guiding you through the dimly lit house. The floorboards creaked underfoot, and you could see the outline of old furniture covered in white sheets. Mikayla found a light switch and flicked it on, bathing the room in a warm, yellow glow.

"This place has seen better days," you commented, eyeing the dusty furniture and cobwebbed corners.

Mikayla shrugged. "It’s secure. That’s all that matters."

She led you down a narrow hallway, pointing out various rooms along the way. "Dis here’s the livin' room," she said, pulling back a sheet to reveal a worn-out couch and a rickety coffee table. "An’ over there’s the kitchen."

You peeked into the kitchen, noting the old-fashioned appliances and a small, round table covered in a faded floral tablecloth. "Charming," you said dryly.

Mikayla chuckled. "Come, I'll show yuh the bedrooms."

She guided you up a set of creaky stairs to the second floor. "We have two bedrooms up yah. Dis one a fi yuh," she said, opening a door to reveal a modest room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. The window was covered in dust, but the room looked relatively clean compared to the rest of the house.

"Home sweet home," you muttered, stepping inside to drop your purse on the bed.

Mikayla gestured to the room across the hall. "An’ dat one deh a fi mi. I'm there if you needa help."

You nodded, appreciating the practicality. "Thanks."

She flashed you a smile, her braces glinting in the light. "No worries. Now, sekkle in. I'll be down the stairs."

You watched her disappear, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and gratitude. You were still irritated by the whole situation, but Mikayla's presence was undeniably reassuring. You could not imagine living here alone. You sat down on the edge of the bed, the old springs creaking under your weight.

As you looked around the room, your mind wandered back to the events of the day- being surprised with the security scheme at work in the morning, driving to the capitol to meet with the state attorney, the encounter with Mikayla, and now this house. It all felt surreal, like a strange dream you couldn't wake up from.

You sighed, laying back on the bed and staring up at the cracked ceiling. The quiet of the house settled around you, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Maybe this would all blow over soon, and you could get back to your normal life. But for now, you were stuck here, under the watchful eye of a short, sarcastic soldier with a knack for making you jump at shadows.

But as you lay there, a gnawing hunger pulled you from your thoughts. You realized you hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the thought of food made your stomach rumble. Sighing, you decided to head downstairs and see if there was anything edible in the kitchen.

You descended the stairs, the wood creaking beneath your feet. As you entered the kitchen, the smell of dust and age hit you again. You wrinkled your nose, searching for a light switch. After fumbling around, you found it and flipped it on, illuminating the small, cluttered space.

On the counter, you spotted a few boxes. Curious, you opened them one by one. Inside, you found some of your clothes, some personal items, and, to your relief, a few cleaning products from home. Apparently, someone had thought to bring your essentials here, as promised.

"Great, at least I can clean this place up," you muttered to yourself, pulling out a bottle of all-purpose cleaner and some rags.

As you started to wipe down the countertops, you heard a soft scraping sound coming from the living room. You peeked around the corner and saw Mikayla sitting on the couch, a small piece of wood in her hands. She was carefully whittling it with a knife, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey," you called out, stepping into the room. "What are you working on?"

Mikayla glanced up, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'm makin' a hummingbird."

You watched her hands deftly carve the wood, the shape of a tiny bird beginning to emerge. "That's impressive," you said, genuinely intrigued. "I didn't know you were an artist."

She shrugged modestly. "I wouldn't call myself an artist. Jus' somethin' I do fi pass the time."

You nodded, leaning against the doorway. "Well, I'm going to clean up a bit. This place could use a good scrub."

Mikayla's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Feel free. Yuh don't strike me as the cleanin' type, though."

You laughed. "Shows what you know. I like things tidy."

As you turned back to the kitchen and resumed cleaning, you decided to strike up a conversation. "So, Mikayla, how did you end up in this line of work?"

Mikayla kept whittling, her focus on the hummingbird. "Long story. What about you? Why did yuh decide to become an attorney?"

You paused, not expecting the question to be turned back on you so quickly. "Well, I wanted to make a difference. Help people, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. "Noble cause. But must be a tough job, especially wit' a case like dis."

"Yeah, it's been...challenging," you admitted, scrubbing harder at a particularly stubborn stain. "What about you? What made you leave the military?"

Mikayla's expression didn't change as she expertly deflected your question. "Life can be unpredictable like that. Dis work keep me on my toes."

You huffed in frustration at her evasiveness but tried a different tack. "Do you have any family?"

She paused, her knife stilling for a moment before she resumed her work. "Everyone has family."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, Miss Mysterious. What about hobbies, besides whittling?"

Mikayla grinned. "I like to play basketball. What about you? Any hobbies?"

You sighed, realizing this conversation was going to be like pulling teeth. "I like to read, mostly legal thrillers. And I bake when I have time."

Her eyes lit up. "Bakin', huh? What's yuh specialty?"

"Chocolate chip cookies," you said with a small smile. "They're my grandma's recipe."

Mikayla nodded approvingly, adding with a suggestively raised eyebrow, "Yuh should make some while we're here."

"Maybe I will," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease. 

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, the only sounds being the scrape of Mikayla's knife and the swish of your cleaning rag. Despite her guarded nature, you found yourself growing more curious about her. Maybe, in time, she would open up a bit more. For now, you were content to work alongside her in companionable silence, each of you dealing with your own thoughts and demons.

As you finished cleaning the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. Downstairs looked much better, and the act of cleaning had helped calm your nerves. You glanced over at Mikayla, who was now carefully smoothing out the edges of the hummingbird.

"Hey, Mikayla," you said, wiping your hands on a towel. "Thanks for...you know, not being as much of a hardass as I thought you were."

She looked up, her expression softening. "No problem." You nodded, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie with the small but fierce woman. 

With the kitchen now somewhat clean, your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of your earlier hunger. Determined to find something edible, you started raiding the cabinets. Most were empty, but in one, you discovered a hopefully unexpired can of marinara sauce and a box of pasta.

"Better than nothing," you muttered, grabbing the ingredients and setting them on the counter. You filled a pot with water and set it to boil, then opened the can of marinara sauce, pouring it into a small saucepan to heat.

As the water began to bubble, you glanced over at Mikayla, who was still engrossed in her whittling. "Hey, Mikayla, I'm making some pasta. Want some?"

She looked up, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Yuh cook too? Yuh domestic so," she teased, her accent thick with amusement.

You rolled your eyes. "Just trying to make the best of this situation. I hope you like pasta."

She chuckled, setting her whittling aside. "Cyaan be too bad. I don't really cook much."

"Oh, really? Surprising," you replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of your voice. "A woman of many talents, and yet, cooking isn't one of them."

Mikayla's large brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "Nah, I leave dat to the experts. Besides, it's nice to be taken care of once in a while." 

You couldn't tell if she was being sincere or making fun of you, but you decided to let it slide. "Well, don't get used to it," you said, focusing on stirring the pasta.

As the pasta cooked, you set the table, finding a couple of plates and some mismatched utensils. The simple act of preparing a meal helped you feel a bit more grounded, a small slice of normalcy in the midst of the chaos.

Once the pasta was done, you drained it and mixed in the marinara sauce. You divided the meal between the two plates and carried them to the table. "Dinner is served," you announced, trying to add a bit of cheer to your voice.

Mikayla joined you at the table, eyeing the pasta with a hungry look. "Looks good," she said, taking a forkful. "And it tastes good too."

"Thanks," you replied, a little surprised by the genuine compliment. "I wasn't sure what to expect from these old cans."

She winked at you. "Yuh did well, chef."

You both ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the clinking of forks against plates. Finally, you decided to break the ice. "So, Mikayla, tell me more about this town. It seems pretty isolated."

Mikayla took a sip of water, considering your question. "It's a small town, not much happen here. Mostly farmers and a few small businesses. The house we're in used to belong to an old couple who passed away a few years back. Their children sold it.”

You nodded, taking in the information. "And what about the townspeople? Are they friendly?"

She shrugged. "For the most part, yes. Small-town folk, yuh know? Dem keep to demself but a quick to help out if did need. Jus' stay outta trouble.."

You raised an eyebrow. "Trouble? In a place like this?"

Mikayla winked. "Yuh plenty trouble yuhself."

You couldn't help but feel a bit flustered and clammored before changing the subject. "So, what is there to do for fun around here? Besides whittling tiny birds?"

She chuckled. "Not much, honestly. Maybe I’ll take yuh for walks in the woods or you can read a book. It'll be peaceful."

You took another bite of pasta, mulling over her words. "It sounds...nice. Peaceful is good, considering the circumstances."

She leaned back in her chair, studying you with those sharp, inquisitive eyes. "Yuh don't seem like the type to enjoy peace and quiet. Always on the move, busy working working."

You sighed, realizing she had hit the nail on the head. "Yeah, I guess I am. It's hard to slow down when you're used to the fast pace."

Mikayla nodded in understanding. "Well, maybe dis'll be good for yuh. A chance to breathe, take a step back."

You shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see."

As you finished your meal, you couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. Despite the rough start, Mikayla was starting to grow on you. Her teasing nature was still annoying, but there was something reassuring about her presence.

"Thanks for the dinner, mama," she said, standing up and collecting the plates. "I'll wash these up."

Your heart beat a little faster at the friendly title. You watched her walk to the sink, surprised by the gesture. "Thanks, Mikayla."

She flashed you a smile over her shoulder. "No problem. Teamwork, right?"

"Right," you replied, feeling a small smile tug at your lips.

As you both settled into a comfortable rhythm of cleaning up, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Shenseea – Hit & Run Lyrics (Ft. Masicka)

Shenseea – Hit & Run Lyrics (Ft. Masicka)

Hit & Run Lyrics by Shenseea Ft. Masicka [Chorus: Shenseea] You think you coulda get inna my feelings? (Nah) You couldn’t get me fi sekkle down (Sekkle down) Me give you a hit and run (Run) Me give you a hit and run (Move) Me did only want likkle dealings (Yeah) Love you did a look, you mussi dumb (Mussi dumb) Me give you a hit and run (Yesso) Me give you a hit and run (Di Genius)   [Verse 1:…

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Shenseea – Hit & Run Lyrics (Ft. Masicka)

Shenseea – Hit & Run Lyrics (Ft. Masicka)

Hit & Run Lyrics by Shenseea Ft. Masicka [Chorus: Shenseea] You think you coulda get inna my feelings? (Nah) You couldn’t get me fi sekkle down (Sekkle down) Me give you a hit and run (Run) Me give you a hit and run (Move) Me did only want likkle dealings (Yeah) Love you did a look, you mussi dumb (Mussi dumb) Me give you a hit and run (Yesso) Me give you a hit and run (Di Genius)   [Verse 1:…

[mulatto666]

ANOTHER VIBE

[lovesuplex]

too choosy never sekkle down

i like what i like yeah i pick the best around

international

flights out touch down hit me when you’re back in town

[djhamaradio]

Pepper Pot Soup A Duppy Echoes Cassette Mixtape Side B

Version II

Aba Shanti - Cape Horn

Conroy Smith - Dancehall Posse

Bunny General - Wah Dem A Do

Skiifall - Ting Tun Up

Ninjaman - Murder Dem

Earl Cunningham - Hot Stepper

Black Uhuru & Ward 21 - Ganja Smoke

Papa Levi - Trouble In Africa

Little Kirk - Killer Sound

Barrington Levi - Vibes is right

Mr Eazi - Sekkle & Bop

Retreat Soundboy

Gregory Isaacs - Ruler

A Duppy Echoes Cassette Mixtape Side A : Version II

1. U Roy - Chalice in the palace

2. Leroy Smart - Bubble with me

3. Eek A Mouse - Assasinator

4. Gregory Isaacs - Rumours

5. Sterile & Clevie - Streetsweeper

6.Aidonia - Clock

7.Vybz Kartel - Sen On

8.Red Rat - Ghetto Red Hot

9. Ward 21 Riddim

10. Roze Don - Spain Town Badness

11. Mr Vegas - Sucky Ducky

12. King Kong - Sweetee & Tender

13. Little John & Billy Boyo - Sweet & tender

14. Hit this year

[rainsmediaradio]

Nonso Amadi & Beam - Killimanjaro Lyrics

Nonso Amadi & Beam - Killimanjaro Lyrics Intro Oh-waoh Verse 1 Ah yeah Some days it feels I should be there by your side Gotta learn to trust my heart 'cause feelings never lie (Oh) Don't wanna be away, don't wanna fantasize (Oh) As long as you're mine (Ah yeah) Ah yeah Pre-Chorus It's too high, too low Pack up my things and follow She got the thickest thighs I got the tickets for you It's too high, too low Pack up my things and follow She got the thickest thighs I got the tickets for you Chorus I like it when you focus on me Her IG on private and she living stress free Dior shopping, she make it look like grocery (Oh) Baby, let's go tonight, maybe let's take a flight, oh Kilimanjaro (Ah yeah), Kiliman, Ki-Kilimanjaro What you doing all night? Kilimanjaro (Let's go), Kiliman, Kilimanjaro (Hey) Verse 2 Sekkle down sekkle down, nuff time pon di clock Sekkle down sekkle down, on your way up Den ya on dey way down Livin' inna the country and deya up town Kilamjaro ah di talk a di town (Easy) Yuh wan play den, yuh wan love a man What ya mean? Mi nah ready fi a staycation In a JA have twenty acre land Kiliman, Kilimanjaro Whine pon di sound system uh Gyal yuh know bad fi yuh bad Half Chinny and Panama Come, baby, kill a man, start it up Stick in drive, den park it up Mi nah haf fi tell her what fi do she know Hair done nails done stush ya know Chorus I like it when you focus on me Her IG on private and she living stress free Dior shopping, she make it look like grocery (Oh) Baby, let's go tonight, maybe let's take a flight, oh Kilimanjaro (Ah yeah), Kiliman, Ki-Kilimanjaro What you doing all night? Kilimanjaro (Let's go), Kiliman, Kilimanjaro Oh baby Kilimanjaro (Ah yeah), Kiliman, Ki-Kilimanjaro What you doing all night? Kilimanjaro, Kiliman, Kilimanjaro Outro Baby, let's go Oh, baby Read the full article

[arcturiusmusic]

This snapshot captured by Vinca Peterson is showcasing an European free party rig in 1999. On the PTRNS soundcloud you can find other snapshots (and DJ mixes!) regarding this fascinating era.

Tracklist:

Alix Perez - BXL

Kasra - Die 4 It

Arkaik, Amoss - Chugalug

RoyGreen & Protone - Seduction (VIP Mix)

Wingz - Can’t See

Bou, Trigga - Veteran (Alix Perez Remix)

T>I - Air Head

Enei - Dustwind

Kasra, En:vy - Swinging Swords

Particle, Magugu, Klinical - Bang (Klinical Remix)

Enei, Kasra - Hyperfuntional

VISLA - Nike Tech Windbreaker

Kasra, Bou, Enei - No Logos

Counter Culture - This Ain’t

Kyrist - Underfall

Kasra - Step & Move (Instrumental)

Halogenix, Sparkz - Sekkle In

Fre4knc, Swift - Interlace

Amoss - Blessy

Halogenix, Noisia - Leopard Slug (Halogenix Remix)

VISLA - Flashbang

Cesco, Monty - ABR (Monty Remix)

Kasra - Focus On The Love

En:vy, Wingz - Time Frame

Phace, Rockwell, Submarine - NO! (Submarine Remix)

Sweetpea - Brewdog

Kasra, Enei - Parallax

Kasra - Umami

Calyx - Feel The Sway

Koherent - Dancing Soul

Halogenix - Spice

Gyrofield - Retinues

Klinical - Forbidden

Gyrofield - 23nd

[jimi-rawlings]

Vybz Kartel - My Crew - SoundCloud

Listen to Vybz Kartel - My Crew by Mixpak on #SoundCloud

MOOLAH TROPICANA

[mermaidinthecity]

Nuff love and respect for me pеople, ooh. Treat evеrybody equal. A no hate fi nobody nuff loving ah mi heart. It can be dat simple. Everything cool an sekkle, sekkle, yes. Make you feel so comfortable, yeah. An you no haffi be miserable. Run. Ah you my sweetest vegetable. Know if we keep it breezy, oh. Life can be so easy. Stick with me, don't leave me. Dis a good vibe season, yeah. Baby, I'm breezy, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh. Baby, I'm breezy, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh. Baby, baby, baby. Baby, I'm breezy, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh. No, I don't let the raindrops ruin my day. Baby, I'm breezy.

Breezy by Meghan Trainor