#The Coffis Brothers

[musubiki]

you dont know SHIT about me.

[creigo]

brother? as soon as the coffy hits my stomach my cheeks hit the porcelain #realshittersknow

[theartistisme43]

Brothers in every universe!

@coffie-coffieraptorstudios

[crows-in-the-house]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

This is a part of my own writting inktober! To see more check out this post!

Prompt: rain / snacks

pairing: Belphegor x reader

tw: none

The attic was always the the farthest room in the house. Regardless of time it was always quiet and calm, as if it was an otherworldy far land, full of dreams, warmth and wishes. It was big, with a queen sized bed on which you often slept. This morning was no different - you woke up laying there, still half asleep, with someones hands hugging you from behind. If you could, this would be your eternity. But as always, this had to come to an end, when you felt your stomach rumblig.

You groaned, struggling in Belphegors grasp. The sound of the rain was still slightly present. It was early. You tried to remove yourself from his embrace, but he couln't let go..

"Don't go" he mumbled sleepily.

"I have to get up, Belphie"

You tried once again to push him off, but he just held you as if nothing happened. He buried his face in your necks curve and tangled his legs with yours. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, as if he was ready to cover it with hickeys again.

"Belphie, I'm hungry"

"Mmm then call, Bel"

"Then let me get to my phone"

Your eyebrows furrowed. Your phone was still carelessly placed on the nightstand - yesterday's mistake you made by wanting to quickly get in boyfriends embrace. You squirmed around, waking him up again. He gave you a tired look, as if he was about to scold a disobedient puppy.

"What."

"I need to pee." There went your best exuse. He huffed, annoyed, finally letting you go. Walking away, you saw his figure hugging a random pillow, turning his back at you. It was obvious he already missed his favorite one. You had to move fast.

You quickly ran down the stairs to the kitchen. In Saturday mornings it was empty and all yours - until the rest of the brothers came down, demanding a shared breakfast. But today was only for you and Belphie.

The room was warm and inviting. A soft, light spilled through the windows from the setting sun, casting a golden glow across the room. You could hear the water still taping, from old gutters outside. You didn't rush while making breakfast. Even if you knew, your boyfriend was getting impentiant, the fresh coffie and bacon was all you though about in this moment. You moved effortlessly between the stove and the counter, tending to the food with practiced ease. Soon enough the food was ready. It made you proud, especially when you could feel someones eyes following your form at every move.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice of your boyfriend greeted you. You rurned around. His hair was messy and eyes half open. He was standing there shoeless, still in his pijamas - with the long soft tail, tucked in one of his pants sleeves.

"I made breakfast! Look there's toasts, bacon, eggs, oh and do you want some coffie with it? I can also make you tea"

"I want you" He grinned at you while stepping closer. He rested his forehead against yours, his horns blocking your view.

"What"

"you heard me" You could feel a slight blush flush on your cheeks. His eyes landed on your lips, while he slowly licked his.

You didn't have a chance to answer when he quickly picked you up. Slight chuckle left his mouth at your helpless state.

"Belphegor, put me down this insant!"

"Why don't you make me, master"

"You know I can do that!"

"Nahh, you're too soft. Besides-" he skillfully took the plates in his hands "if you make me drop you, I will also drop the food you made, right? Oh, but you worked so hard on it!"

He laughed at your miserable expression. Carring you back to his room didn't take time at all. He layed the food on the table and threw you on the bed, joing right after. His arms held you tightly, while he showered your face with kisses. You could feel the blanket covering you both again.

"Oh, come on, let's eat food before going back to sleep at least!" You struggled to say as he stole another kiss from your lips

"Mmmm, no thanks. I have a better snack right here."

[romanceyourdemons]

i really enjoyed coffy (1973), pam grier’s rightfully renowned revenge extraordinaire. relative to shaft (1971), which shows black people triumphing by earning respect and solidarity from white people, and sweet sweetback’s baadasssss song (1971), which shows its black protagonist becoming utterly disillusioned by the violent white-controlled system and leaving it at all costs to fight against it, this film is thematically much more in the vein of the latter, although its political statements are nowhere near as radical and its visual and narrative sensibilities are closer to those of the former. the film depicts a respectable black nurse who assists a respectable black doctor, is in a committed relationship with a respectable black politician, and has a close friendship with a respectable black cop. and yet their respectability and success cannot keep them far separated from the crime and addiction ridden world they left. as the eponymous coffy descends into a spree of vengeance in retaliation for her child sister being pushed into drug addiction, she finds that the exploitative system of the drug and sex trade—and the corrupt police and politicians who choose profit over reform—is full of people who choose to turn against those they should experience solidarity with and punch down to ingratiate themselves with the ones punching down on them. abused sex workers abuse each other for a chance at the relatively protected of unstable position of the pimp’s personal sex toy; the black pimp sacrifices and sells out in the hopes that the italian mafia boss taking over operations will tolerate him, only to find himself lynched at the first opportunity. coffy’s old flame, the good cop, refuses to take part in this system and gets beaten most of the way to death as punishment. her current boyfriend, by contrast, both literally and metaphorically gets into bed with whiteness to boost his political career, using the black people he speaks of as his brothers and sisters while acting directly against their interests in favor of his own. as in sweet sweetback (1971), coffy finds that in light of this knowledge she cannot remain in her safe and respectable life, and is compelled to abandon it in order to take direct action against the system, from street-corner drug seller to congressman. as an exploitation film, of course, the film also glamorizes that which it nominally criticizes, especially the suave pimp and his nubile, homoerotic whores (a setup iconic to the genre, despite the narrative’s insistence that the arrangement is cruel and unsustainable). but pam grier’s intense performance and the layered, driving narrative make coffy (1973) a truly engaging and compelling film, one that i would highly recommend

[cleolinda]

Varney the Vampire: Chapter 8

Chapter 7: The chapter about the matches.

Chapter 8: Originally posted on Livejournal on February 20, 2011. Revised a little for polish.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE COFFIN. -- THE ABSENCE OF THE DEAD. -- THE MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCE, AND THE CONSTERNATION OF GEORGE.

So, when last we left the Bannerworths, Flora was left to defend herself with a pistol (which did not come from a bedroom, because that is where you get crowbars and swords). The two Beaumont Bannerworth brothers, Mr. Matchdale Marchdale, and Mr. Dr. Not-Helsing the Unbeliever Chillingworth had FINALLY found some goddamn matches and gone into the family crypt, intending to prove whether Varney, or Runnagate, or somebody, is or is not a Vampire. Vampyre. Something.

They were all silent for a few moments as they looked around them with natural feelings of curiosity. Two of that party had of course never been in that vault at all, and the brothers, although they had descended into it upon the occasion, nearly a year before, of their father being placed in it, still looked upon it with almost as curious eyes as they who now had their first sight of it.

Henry and George proceed to meditate on the tomb of their kindred in 275 words' worth of "[R]omantic thought" while Marchdale and Chillingworth wait patiently. And it's a good thing they brought plenty of matches, because, once we are done having A Moment, we begin the epic, 960-word process of figuring out which coffin belongs to Sir Ancestor von Spookyportrait. See, if you're in the 21st century, you knock this out by saying, "There were nearly twenty coffins, and some of the outer name plates had fallen off, but the process of discovery began to move quickly after Marchdale realized that they only had to look at the inner plates on the very oldest coffins." Or, you know, something written More Better, but my point about the general length stands. When you're in the paid-by-the-word 19th century, Our Hero turns into a hand-wringing whiner, because what you want from your Fearless Vampire Hunters are a bunch of guys wandering around a crypt meebling that they don't know what to do. For nearly a thousand words. "There are so many coffinnnnnnns, I don't knoooooow." "Well, Henry, we could just look at the oldest ones..." "But there are soooo maaaaaanyyyyy." "Oh... I just opened one and it crumbled into dust. I guess... that's a no then?"

"We shall arrive at no conclusion," said George. "All seems to have rotted away among those coffins where we might expect to find the one belonging to Marmaduke Bannerworth, our ancestor."

You see what I was saying about going at night only proving that a body wasn't there, not that a vampire was?

"Here is a coffin plate," said Marchdale, taking one from the floor. He handed it to Mr. Chillingworth, who, upon an inspection of it, close to the light, exclaimed, -- "It must have belonged to the coffin you seek." "What says it?" "Ye mortale remains of Marmaduke Bannerworth, Yeoman. God reste his soule. A.D. 1640."

WAIT WAIT WAIT I thought Sir Ancestor was "Runnagate," and the Bannerworths' father was Marmaduke II? So this is Marmaduke I? But the ancestorpire was supposed to be "Runnagate" (and a Sir, not a yeoman), which... either James Malcolm Rymer is 10,000% not even reading what he just wrote (wouldn't be the first time!), or—perhaps I was right, "Runnagate" ("renegate, deserter, apostate") is a nickname given to the scandalous Marmaduke I by his descendants rather than, "Yes, we named him Renegade. I don't know what I expected."

Yessss, I can hear Rymer whispering from the Great Beyond, retcon this for meeeee.

"It is the plate belonging to his coffin," said Henry, "and now our search is fruitless."

"Vampire hunting is harrrrrrd. I want to go hoooooome."

"I should not be so hopeless," said Marchdale. "I have, from time to time, in the pursuit of antiquarian lore, which I was once fond of, entered many vaults,

Wait, what?

and I have always observed that an inner coffin of metal was sound and good, while the outer one of wood had rotted away, and yielded at once to the touch of the first hand that was laid upon it." "But, admitting that to be the case," said Henry, "how does that assist us in the identification of the coffin?"

Well, it definitely assists us in the padding of the word count.

With difficulty the name on the lid was deciphered, but it was found not to be the coffin of him whom they sought. "We can make short work of this," said Marchdale,

No. We can't. Nothing in Varney the Vampire will ever be "short."

("Why are we even tryyyyyyinnnnng, this is harrrrrd." "Henry, this is really not all that difficult. All we have to do is just check the plate against some of the older—" "It's darrrrrk and I'm saaaaaaad.")

But this does give us an opportunity to light their lights from the lights they already carry, because I guess they want to conserve matches? Because God knows they don't have enough. But then!

By the combined light of the candles they saw the words, --"Marmaduke Bannerworth, Yeoman. 1640." "Yes, there can be no mistake here," said Henry. "This is the coffin, and it shall be opened."

Absolutely. There can be no mistake here. Sir Ancestor's name was Marmaduke, Yeoman, and IT WAS ALWAYS MARMADUKE.

"I have the iron crowbar here," said Marchdale. "It is an old friend of mine, and I am accustomed to the use of it. Shall I open the coffin?"

They can't keep the names straight, but they can make sure Marchdale always has his beloved crowbar throughout his tomb-raiding adventures. I don't even know, y'all.

It was probably the partial rotting of the metal, in consequence of the damps of that place, what made it easier to open the coffin than it otherwise would have been, but certain it was that the top came away remarkably easily.

Can metal rot? Doesn't "rot" imply organic material? In the middle of googling "does iron have carbon in it," I realized that I was nitpicking in an attempt to keep my eyes from glazing over. Maybe the metal is just tired of Henry's bellyaching and wants to get this over with. So after some more rambling ("The few moments that elapsed were ones of very great suspense to every one there present; and it would, indeed, be quite safe to assert, that all the world was for the time forgotten in the absorbing interest which appertained to the affair which was OH SWEET FANCY FUCK OPEN THE COFFIN), Chillingworth takes charge of the candles, since Marchdale would probably leave them lying around somewhere and forget them. And he pokes his head in and goes, "Thank God! The body is totally there!" "Woohoo!" "Are you sure?" "I'm totally sure!" "Wait, are you sure you're sure? We should probably open it all the way, you know—" "Oh, psh, I'm sure it's totally there." "JUST LOOK OKAY."

There was a death-like pause for some few moments, and then Mr. Chillingworth said, in a low voice, -- "There is not the least vestige of a dead body here." Henry gave a deep groan. [...] "Oh, that I were dead! This is terrible. God of heaven, why are these things? Oh, if I were but dead, and so spared the torture of supposing such things possible."

So while Marchdale starts packing up to take Henry home for a cookie and a nap, George and Mr. Dr. Chillingworth start arguing over the probability of the existence of vampires. I don't know about you, but if I find myself so deep into the vampire-hunting business that I'm sifting through old rags in an empty coffin—rags which match the one torn off the guy who got toothy with my sister—I'm not really going to be arguing anymore.

"My young friend, I told you from the first, that I would not believe in your vampyre; and I tell you now, that if one was to come and lay hold of me by the throat, as long as I could at all gasp for breath I would tell him he was a d -- -- d impostor."

Again: I hope this guy gets eaten first.

"Shall we replace the pane of glass?" said Marchdale."Oh, it matters not -- it matters not," said Henry, listlessly; "nothing matters now. I care not what becomes of me -- am getting weary of a life which now must be one of misery and dread."

I just keep imagining George trying to drag his brother home, and Henry too hapless to even move his feet. He's half-draped over George's shoulder and his toes are dragging tracks in the crypt dust. "Nooooooo, I care noooooooot."

[Mr. Dr. Chillingworth:] "Well, but be a man. If there are serious evils affecting you, fight out against them the best way you can." "I cannot." [...] "Henry," he said, "the best way, you may depend, of meeting evils, be they great or small, is to get up an obstinate feeling of defiance against them. [...] Yes; I get very angry, and that gets up a kind of obstinacy, which makes me not feel half so much mental misery as would be my portion if I were to succumb to the evil, and commence whining over it, as many people do, under the pretence of being resigned."

Bravo! You can get eaten second.

"But this family affliction of mine transcends anything that anybody else ever endured."

There's a Christmas cactus on the table where I'm working, and I read this, and I looked at the cactus, and the cactus looked at me, and we just sort of... sat there for a moment and vibed in our mutual disbelief. And this is not even to speak of the fact that George, Henry's brother, is by definition going through the same family affliction. "BUCK UP, Henry, he's MY ANCESTOR TOO." "Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." *draaaaaaag*

I also want to point out how, if Netflix or HBO or somebody came in and made a series of Varney the Vampire, this entire chapter could take place in about fifteen seconds onscreen. Maybe three minutes if they really needed to burn some screentime. Adapting this well (knowing how to balance the serial's potential for genuine gothic horror with its sheer absurdity) would probably be a great and fearsome challenge, and I'm not sure who's up to it—if anyone even wanted to. Hey, it's out of copyright and free, think about it.

Next time: Let's check in with Flora, the only Bannerworth with any gumption!

(Chapter 9 will go up on Friday, April 7. And that will be the last of the Livejournal-era recaps—we'll be in new territory after that.)

[soviet-siscon]

You need to slip estrogen in your brothers coffie or smth she needs to be feminised so you two can kiss!

unfortunately for me, him transitioning willingly is a huge part of it because it's sort of like an apology and recognition of how he hurt me. i don't need him forcefemmed, i need him having an earnest realisation about himself and crying

[boricuacherry-blog]

I sought out Grier because I wondered, with all the testimony emerging from actresses about sexual harassment and assault incidents they had suffered in silence for so long, what must Hollywood have been like for Grier during the alpha male chauvinist '70s culture, when she was one of the few actresses of color playing the heroine in movies like Foxy Brown and Coffy.

Her path has led her to interact with some recently fallen figures - Harvey Weinstein made the Quentin Tarantino-directed Jackie Brown, which reignited Grier's career - and even more recently, Grier said she had been set to star in the Amazon Studios series that David O. Russell was directing with Robert De Niro and Julianne Moore. That series imploded directly because of the Weinstein scandal, but she still is hopeful it will come back around as the Weinstein Company is about to be resuscitated by a female-led board and leadership. I was surprised to hear that Grier experienced relatively little sexual harassment during her rise.

There is a disturbing tale in her book about a time she was invited to Sammy Davis Jr's house where, in front of his wife Altovise, the singer became so aggressive in his attempt to bed Grier that she had to enlist Liza Minnelli and her husband Jack Haley Jr to drive her away from the estate while she hid in the back seat. "It's true. Altovise and Liza helped me. I hid in the bathroom, and Sammy came out looking for me. Liza and her husband pulled up their burgundy Rolls-Royce, where they would signal for me to run out and jump into the back seat of the car, and she'd hide me with her fur, and they'd drive me out of there." But most of the pain caused by men took place far from Hollywood.

Grier said that her saving grace during her rise was signing with APA agent John Gaines, who repped her since she moved from receptionist at AIP to a star.

You read the stories about actresses whose reps didn't have the foresight to accompany them to clandestine meetings in hotel suites, and Grier acknowledges that hers could have been a much different story if she didn't have Gaines, an agent who made sure that she didn't find herself in potentially dangerous situations when she went up for roles. Gaines, who died in 1992, also repped Steve Martin, John Candy, Tamara Dobson (Cleopatra Jones), Shaft star Richard Roundtree and Oscar-winning Shaft singer-songwriter Isaac Hayes. She was able to create a circle of trust within that group.

harassment you might think. I wonder if they saw my films and thought that I could probably beat them up. And you know, I could, because I studied enough martial arts seriously that I probably could have really hurt someone."

She has good memories of Harvey Weinstein, who with brother Bob responded to a fundraising effort to feed the homeless on Thanksgiving, by matching the entire donation, allowing for 20,000 extra dinners. "I don't mean to soften anything he might have done or who he might have hurt, but they matched that money in my honor and they didn't have to."

Grier had sympathy for each woman who swallowed the shame for decades but finally spoke out. Her own decision to disclose the rapes in her life came, she said, from counsel by Gloria Steinem and in observing Maya Angelou's experience in divulging the trauma of a childhood sexual assault. In that case, Angelou was raped by her mother's boyfriend, and she told a family member. Her attacker subsequently was killed, possibly by her uncle - an incident that so upset the future poet that she didn't speak for the next five years.

Grier kept her assaults secret for similar fears. Said Grier: "My grandfather Daddy Ray taught all us girls to hunt, fish, shoot and drive the boat and a tractor. ...If I had told my family, especially what happened when I was 6? The men in my family would have hunted those boys down, for hurting me. It would have destroyed my family, and I decided to stay quiet and see how long I can go and how much stronger I can be with this energy inside me."

Grier hopes that the women who've relived horrible memories in this #MeToo movement felt the relief she did after taking advice that Steinem gave her back when Grier became the first African-American actor to grace the Ms. magazine cover, long before Grier was ready to talk about her sexual assaults.

Grier had a romantic life where she fell in love with Abdul-Jabbar, Prinze and Pryor but stopped short of marriage to all of them because she would have had to become something she wasn't.

That began when she fell in love with UCLA basketball star Lew Alcindor. After he changed his name to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and converted to a Muslim, he pressed her to marry. But the required submissiveness was just too much for her. One fateful morning he told her that an arranged marriage was set for him for 2pm that day, with a woman who was a converted Muslim. He would keep the date unless Grier agreed to marry him and embrace his religion. Unwilling to live a subservient life where everything but her hands would be covered when seen in public, Grier basically told him, congratulations on your big day. "Without all of that, he was the perfect man. He loved jazz. He loved sports. He was an academic. He could have been that first love," Grier says.

lost too much.' I think, 'How do I help this man who is so despondent, and who has a gun?' Grier got him money that she hoped would not go to drugs. "I was so compelled to just run over there, but I just didn't feel I could," she said. "I felt there's danger that I can't control. Days later, a friend told her Prinze had succumbed to his demons and killed himself. "I didn't know how to stop him, and I didn't know if I would have survived trying."

Her relationship with Pryor also disintegrated over his drug problem. This after they had a long romantic relationship in which she helped Pryor overcome insecurities that included illiteracy - she helped him learn to read, and they settled into a real home life that settled a comic who'd famously grown up in a brothel. But the bad influences around Pryor, and drugs, got the best of him. She received a similar crisis call as she got from Prinze, only this one came from Sidney Poitier, who was directing Pryor and Gene Wilder in 1980's Stir Crazy.

'" Pam, Richard's high, and we're like 10 weeks behind and they're going to pull the plug on the movie,' Sidney says. 'Gene Wilder...everybody's mad. Everybody's upset. Everyone's afraid they're going to lose their jobs. Can you come down here and talk to Richard? I think you're the only person who can reach him.'

"Just as I couldn't change the attacks or the people who attacked me. I couldn't change Richard. I couldn't change Freddie or Kareem. And I realized it's not about changing other people, it's about changing myself. And that is what I want to tell people with this, that there will be pain in life, but you can survive it and it will make you stronger and protect you from other instances. I wanted to save their lives, but I had to save my own."

[soulmusicsongs]

More Blaxploitation Tracks

The Blaxploitation Movies of the 1970’s were the first films made by black crews for black audiences. Filmmakers turned to black musicians to score their films and add an extra touch of soul and featured artists such as Curtis Mayfield, Willie Hutch, Isaac Hayes and Marvin Gaye. Here are 14 awesome blaxploitation tracks.

Alive And Well - Barry White, Love Unlimited, The Love Unlimited Orchestra (Together Brothers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 1972)

Betty’s Theme - Charles Earland (The Dynamite Brothers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Recording), 1974)

Brotherman - The Final Solution (Brotherman: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, 2008, orig. 1974)

The Call - Gene Page (Blacula (Music From The Original Soundtrack), 1972)

Coffy Is The Color - Roy Ayers (Coffy, 1973)

Fortune - Raul De Souza (The Hitter (Music From The Motion Picture), 1979)

The Hitter - Garfeel Ruff (The Hitter (Music From The Motion Picture), 1979)

Hospital Shootout - Isaac Hayes (Truck Turner (Original Soundtrack), 1974)

Humphrey's Overture - Paul Humphrey (Black Fist (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 1977)

King Midas - J.J. Johnson (Willie Dynamite (Music From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 1973)

Kungfusion - Charles Earland (The Dynamite Brothers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Recording), 1974)

Shanty Blues - Charles Earland (The Dynamite Brothers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Recording), 1974)

Super Spook - Sonny Smith (Super Spook / Go'on With Your Bad Self, 1974)

Theme from Cleopatra Jones - Joe Simon (Cleopatra Jones (Original Soundtrack From The Motion Picture), 1973)

More Blaxploitation

16 Blaxploitation Songs

More Blaxploitation

The best blaxploitation soundtracks

[pbaintthetb]

fic bits

Nie Huaisang can't just taste the blood on his teeth, salty and rich. He can feel it too, sliding and sticking as it rises up from his throat and gets caught on its way out.

It's with this bloodied maw, it's when the jig is up, that he turns to Jin Guangyao for the last time.

"See you in hell." It's a promise, and it's one that Nie Huaisang is all too willing to keep. He's accepted his fate, he's made his bed, and the only thing between him and hell now is time.

But Jin Guangyao, Jin Guangyao, being dragged off by the reanimated corpse of Nie Huaisang's own brother, strong arm tight around his neck, has grin that's more of a laugh.

Jin Guangyao dies laughing.

Huaisang whirls around, his brother collapsing into the coffin and being sealed away, but he almost can not notice that, as he whirls, trying to find the source of the humour. The laughter- the-

Jiang Cheng, still seated in the corner, has eyes on the coffi- no, it's not the new resting place of Huaisang's brother. Jiang Cheng's eyes are on his own brother, reborn into new flesh. And then- then they dart up to Huaisang, meeting the demand for explanation in Huaisang's eyes with an odd mix of sadness and anger in his own.

Explain, Huaisang demands, but can't say. Because he can't be weak here or now, because it was all worth it. Every last drop. And he can't have anybody doubt that. They need-

"Hell," Jiang Cheng scoffs, but it's almost... kind. Eyes go back to Wei Wuxian, and then the coffin, where Nie Mingjue lays. "If you've been in bed with Mo Xuanyu it's not hell where you're going."

The- the new emptiness, that's been in him ever since he lay on Mo Xuanyu's couch, the chill in his fingers and under his ribs. The... newness he'd been trying to ignore. It sings at Jiang Cheng's words.

Jiang Cheng's tone may have been almost kind, but Nie Huaisang is not so much a fool as to think that the words were supposed to reassure...

Huaisang had made his peace with Hell, had refused to let himself regret, and now... His brother is once more in the ground, the whole place is covered with blood, it's salty and thick on Huaisang's teeth...

Standing in the evidence of the crimes of many men Huaisang refuses to let himself regret now either. He'll just have to make sure he really lives in however much time he has left.

[ask-the-purple-knight]

How to dell with reabel sister ?

she wants to skip 5 grades in 8 and your brother Leo is her idol. How can I help her?

and what is your sugestions fore hight school fore reabel kid who coppy Leo and also sometimes your brother/ sister Majky

well if you need coffie just ask me i know how mornig coffie is great fore smart ones at family .

Handling the rebellious ones is more Raph's territory. Truthfully I don't really care what they do as long as it doesn't interfere with what I'm doing.

Also, as much as it hurts me to say, school isn't for everyone. You can't force someone to go.

I'll never understand that. How could you not want to go to a building designed for learning!?

[musubiki]

based on that post about the mages, i have an au where tiramisu adopts taffy instead of amanita. then mochi and taffy could be little brother and sister! sure tiramitsu has to tell taffy to be careful using his water magic near mochi, but it's worth the practice! baby mochi can heal her brother's knee and if mochi's tired from playing, taffy could carry mochi back home. and taffy will join mochi's guild and they'd both protect each other. it would be even funnier if taffy remembers lime from childhood and gives him a glare and goes like "DoN't MaKe FuN oF mY sIsTeR aGaIn." (also adding a little coffy theme, in the au, it would also be funny if taffy is crushing on coco and he goes up to mochi and be like "sis... i think i have feelings...)

THIS AU WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!!!!! also i hope you take comfort in the fact that this isnt too far off from the mochi/taffy dynamic post-amanita....they really do get to that sibling-like relationship and tiramisu essentially adopts him heheheh

(taffy taking mochi with him to buy gifts for coco since she knows more about what coco likes, even though coco would be happy with anything from him. lime eats mochis leftover cake again and taffy gives him a sharp look like "Go replace it. Right now. Before she gets home."

mochi and taffy when they need to split one of their favorite foods, either cake or fruit cocktail, and theyre both there measuring making sure its exactly equal and neither is being ripped off)

[nonspeakingkiku]

Good afternoon, Kiku! Well, I mean. It's afternoon for me. I don't know if it is for you though. Good [time of day], Kiku! I hope your migraine is gone!

Oh! My best friend is also into horror core rap so I've heard a few songs and I think it's very cool! Also that's so awesome that you and your brother processed deer together!

Is there a specific coffin you've picked out for your naps? That sounds Very gothic and aesthetically pleasing haha. Vincent Valentine-core :P

My best friend and I also love rats!! Rats really deserve more appreciation. They're like pocket sized buddies! I'd love to own some in my lifetime!

My fiance and I have discussed that when we get married, we'd love to do so in a medieval museum, hopefully one with an exhibit on torture instruments. This sounds like something that might be of interest to you :D

Have you seen the show Chernobyl on HBO? My uncle's girlfriend has HBO Max and they let me borrow their account to watch, it was super informative! And emotional, since you definitely grow attached to the people and their stories.

I also loved Nancy Drew as a kid! I used to play those HerInteractive games on my computer soooo much, they were super fun! And I still have a collection of Trixie Belden books that I was very obsessed with too.

Do you have a favorite Fallout game? I've only played Fallout 4 and 76, so I don't know much about the others. But from what I've experienced, the games are SUPER addictive. Like, I've definitely spent hours exploring and pretty much RP'ing while playing :P

-Special Interests Anon 🐭

Hi special interest anon ☺️

Kiku's migraine is gone (although it will probably return lol) it is currently noon.

Oh cool ☺️ Kiku loves meeting other people who have heard it. It was really cool and inforative and also useful because Kiku's hubby hunts too.

Kiku does not have a specific coffin picked out. Just knows want a coffi not a casket lol. Black wood with a super soft purple liner would be great tho.

Kiku likes mice a bit more than rats due to some traumatic experinces with rats, but Kiku still thinks rats are awesome and very cute.

Kiku has actually been through a torture museum before (it was small but really cool). But Kiku doesn't remember where it was.

Kiku hasn't seen Chernobyl but wants to. It sounds super cool. Kiku has read about one scientist who went way to far with his testing of a radioactive isotope and that ended badly lol.

Kiku had one Nancy Drew game, but Kiku isn't sure Kiku ever played it.

Kiku's favorite Fallout game is Fallout: New Vegas, but Kiku also really likes 3 and 4. Kiku hasn't played 76 (and honestly doesn't know if can/ want to. Kiku not very good at multiplayer shooters, everything moves too fast for Kiku to process). Kiku really wants to play the other games, Fallout 1 and 2, and Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel and Fallout tactics: Brotherhood of Steel. Kiku has also played Fallout shelter but it doesn't hold Kiku's attention for long most of the time.

Kiku is currently hyperfocused on Fallout, especially New Vegas. Kiku actually has a Fallout blog, @courier-sixx but it's not completely sfw because of the content of the game lol.

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Roy Ayers (September 10, 1940) is a funk, soul, and jazz composer, vibraphone player, and music producer. He began his career as a post-bop jazz artist, releasing several albums with Atlantic Records, before his tenure at Polydor Records, during which he helped pioneer jazz funk. He is a key figure in the acid jazz movement, and has been dubbed “The Godfather of Neo-Soul”. He is known for his compositions “Everybody Loves the Sunshine”, “Searchin”, and “Running Away”. He was said to have more sampled hits by rappers than any other artist.

He was born and raised in Los Angeles. He grew up in a musical family, where his father played trombone and his mother played piano. At the age of five, he was given his first pair of vibraphone mallets by Lionel Hampton. During high school, he sang in the church choir and fronted a band named The Latin Lyrics, in which he played steel guitar and piano. His high school, Thomas Jefferson High School, produced various talented musicians, such as Dexter Gordon. He has 3 children.

He started recording as a bebop sideman in 1962 and rose to prominence when he dropped out of City College and joined jazz flutist Herbie Mann in 1966.

He started his band called Roy Ayers Ubiquity, a name he chose because ubiquity means a state of being everywhere at the same time.

He was responsible for the highly regarded soundtrack to the film Coffy. He moved from a jazz-funk sound to R&B, as seen on Mystic Voyage, which featured the songs “Evolution” and the underground disco hit “Brother Green (The Disco King)”, as well as the title track from his 1976 album Everybody Loves the Sunshine.

He produced an album by the group RAMP, Come into Knowledge. That fall, he had his biggest hit with “Running Away”.

The Roy Ayers Project, featuring him and several artists who have sampled his music and have been influenced by him and his music, has been in development for several years. The Roy Ayers Project has been rebranded as “Roy Ayers Connection”, which highlights Roy Ayers and all the people and things that he is connected to. He is a recipient of the CORE Lifetime Achievement Award. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Indie 5-0: 5Qs with Hearsing

Hearsing is taking a bold step forward with the release of their brand-new EP "Pastoral." Comprised of Avery Murphy and Jordan Taylor, this dynamic duo has journeyed from high school bandmates to professional musicians, carving out a unique niche in the music scene along the way.

"Pastoral" marks a pivotal moment in Hearsing’s career. The EP, which includes the captivating new single "Silicon Prairie," showcases their ability to blend nostalgic indie soundscapes with cutting-edge production. Produced by the acclaimed Henry Chadwick, known for his work with Jesse Daniel and Coffis Brothers, the EP reflects Hearsing’s artistic growth and maturity. The addition of Ellington Peet on drums, known for his work with Runnner and Babehoven, enhances the rich, dynamic quality of the music.

Each track on "Pastoral" illustrates Hearsing's artistic evolution as the EP offers a diverse musical experience, seamlessly combining elements of surf punk, indie rock, and Americana.

With "Pastoral," Hearsing invites listeners to join them on an exciting new chapter. Their music promises to captivate audiences worldwide, delivering depth and emotion through every note. Dive into their sonic journey and experience the powerful evolution of their latest work.

We caught up with the group below for an exclusive interview!

What has been the most challenging part of the music industry, and how do you overcome those challenges?

There are a ton of barriers to entry, and barriers to success. It’s not as simple as writing and recording music that is good. These days you have to be a business person, be a PR person, be a social media manager, be a booking agent, be a videographer, be a creative director, be a copywriter, be a playlist pitcher, be so many things that for us feel so beyond what we originally set out to do – which is write, record, and perform music. So it’s really easy to get overwhelmed by all of that and for the music to get a bit lost in the process. It has definitely been a journey creating this EP, and even more of a journey getting it released – but in the end we’re really happy with what we’ve done and so excited for it to be out in the world. 

As for overcoming those challenges, you have to take it one thing at a time, and at the end of the road you’ve got to just be confident that you did your best and your creation is going to resonate with the people it’s going to resonate with. Making peace with that is a constant practice, but when it’s all done and the project is out, we get to move on to the next thing and do it all again, and that can be a really reassuring aspect – that its this iterative process that we get to keep doing and bettering, because we love the act of making music. 

Can you describe your songwriting process and how you collaborate as a duo in particular on your upcoming EP, Pastoral? 

We have a very collaborative writing style. Sometimes one of us writes a demo of the song and brings it to the other, or one of us writes the lyrics and the other sings, or one of us writes the chords and the other writes the lead lines, or does the arrangement. In the end we always create the end-product together. Neither of us would take complete credit for any song, because it really does happen super collaboratively. 

Before we recorded Pastoral, we were writing a ton of music together, so when the time came to get in the studio and record, we went through the 30+ demo songs we had and picked the ones that felt cohesive together as a project. Then we ended up cutting a couple more songs after recording – and what we were left with ultimately became ‘Pastoral’

How do you hope to contribute to the broader musical landscape and leave your mark?

We just want our music to mean something to people. Both of us really owe so much to music, it is such an important part of our daily lives and listening to our favorite artists' creations has kept us sane and made us feel seen and heard at times when that seemed impossible. So if we can do that for as many people as possible, that would be a contribution to the musical landscape and to the world that we would feel really proud of. 

What are your goals or dreams for the future of Hearsing?

MSG baby! 

Is there anything else you'd like to share with your fans or potential new listeners?

Hearsing is for everyone forever. We want our songs to soundtrack the good moments, the bad moments, and the ugly moments – we just want them to mean something to you! 

This EP feels like the first real offering of our music, and we have a whole lot more coming, so strap in!