#and then broke my binos

[wolfquest4ever]

Day 8 without birding ….

[tgirltorment]

"I liked our city. It was alive. People complained about the gutters and the dirt but I heard a preacher say once that filth is the byproduct of life. Dirt means we're alive, he said. I only remember it being dead, though, and dirty too.

The Planetaries came to the city a few weeks ago, started conscripting. They said the capital fell to traitors too quick for news to reach us. They planned to fortify a few sizeable habitats but once we got our soldiers they lost contact with everyone else. God-Emperor knows what happened to them but it scared the shit out of everyone. So, the conscriptors got to work. Not just the fit and healthy, though, they got everyone. Sick, old, weak, mad. Children.

We waited three weeks for an attack. Three weeks of chewing our lips and fingering our triggers. The astropaths tried to get messages out but they said they hit some kind of wall. I don't pretend to understand what a witch sees but they were shaken. Pretty soon after our cogitators went to shit and the servitors started acting up. The red priests called it 'scrap code' and told us not to touch any machines we didn't have to. One of their adepts tried turning on a vox cast and started shaking, talking about teeth in the warp. No one touched a vox after that.

As I said, we waited three weeks. It took just over one for the city to fall.

I was in a scouting party on the first day. My partner was watching the horizon with some binoculars when he went pale as the moons. I took the binos from him to get a look myself. I saw angels. Fallen angels, wearing black and gold and skulls on pikes. My commander had me get back to the city in our truck to tell everyone. Well, I got there and so did a few scouts before me it seemed because the whole place was in crisis mode. Weapons loaded, cannons manned, priests promising a good afterlife. Five hours later, a whole host of the traitors came into view, dragging the dead scouts after them. They dug their trenches and that was that. We didn't want to waste our ammo and they seemed happy to wait.

On the second day they set up their artillery and started firing. We sent ships out to try to shoot their mortars to pieces, but they got to some of the ships first. They brought huge machines to try to break our walls or climb over them. Some of our guys fell off the walls or came crashing down in their aircraft. The machines ate them, alive if they could.

Third day, some of the bastards got into the city somehow. They broke through the streets on jump packs, cutting people up and setting bombs off in buildings. They planted people on spikes or tied to poles through the roads, the poor bastards still alive. Most of them were beaten, gutted, or flayed. Some of them still had the energy to scream. We had to kill them whenever we found them. They wanted to scare us, and it worked. And, of course, the artillery kept firing.

On the fourth day, the mortars and the terror attacks kept coming. We were scared, desperate, and starting to feel starved. Then, like the Emperor answered our prayers, the astropaths had their visions. They said angels were coming. Loyal angels, servants of the Master. They landed ships in our skyport and we spared all expenses to keep the fire off them. The ships had symbols I didn't understand but I'm told were chapter heraldry. Anyway, they stepped out of their ships and something was wrong. They had the wrong colors. They seemed friendly enough, until someone asked too many questions and got a lasbeam to the face. I still don't get how they could fake so many layers of authentication. But however they did, they got in at the heart of the city and they tore us apart. Then they just left, in the same ships they came in. We didn't answer anymore hails after that, though they kept coming in. Some of them could have been real for all I know.

The fifth day started with chanting. Everyone in the city could hear it, no matter where they were. It was some sickening language that had sounds that didn't make sense. Sorcery, we all knew. Some of us had fits of heretical visions, some of us fell to lethargy or paranoia. The captains had to execute a lot of good men that day. And worst of all, whole platoons swore they saw strange monsters roaming the streets. Small monsters more mouth than body, or tall pale figures with claws and tails. I might have seen one of those things, but maybe it was just sleep deprivation.

Sixth day were the riots. The captains had given us chems earlier to keep us awake and strong, but that day I saw men go mad for them, moaning after doses that could stop a heart. And they didn't seem to mind their wounds anymore. They seemed to like them. They told us voices had promised them rivers of wine and honey if we surrendered. All across the city, squadrons went mad like this. We dealt with heretics the whole way through, but this was the worst. I couldn't tell if the screaming was from pain or ecstasy, but they screamed.

Seventh day, most of us fell ill, and with the chemrats still a fresh memory the medica didn't dare give us drugs of any kind. What little food we had went bad, too, and our weapons rusted. Everything was covered in a sort of fog that smelled like sewage and flies bigger than your thumb ate at us. I saw a guy vomit nothing but worms, and when he looked at me I could see them crawling in his eyes. We burned the worst of the sick, dead and alive both. Towards the end of the day it was hard to tell the two apart.

Eighth day, they launched the biggest assault yet. Hundreds of screaming traitors clawing up the walls and ripping into us. The men on the frontlines seemed to be infected with that bloodlust because their eyes went wide and they started mauling their comrades too. I was in the backlines, running munitions back and forth, but when the streams of blood got to my end, they poured hard. By this point we were probably only a quarter of our original size and nearly out of ammo so without speaking we all agreed on a retreat. None of the commanders objected. We got to the last of the inner fortifications and waited. When the melee sounded too close we barred the doors and used every barricade we could. People on the other end begged us to open and let them through. The sounds of chain weapons drowned them out.

And then the ninth day. We couldn't tell it was the next day because we had no view of the sky and none of our time keeping devices were both intact, uncorrupted, or functioning, but we could tell. The colors changed. Swirls of light that were dozens of hues at once drifted in the air. Angles stopped adding up. There was whispering everywhere. Crystals started growing on the walls and ghosts danced in our peripherals. We all knew the last psyker we had couldn't be trusted anymore. We killed her in her sleep while she mumbled something about eyes.

It's nearing the end, I can feel it. I spent the ninth day writing my account down. I'm gonna put it in an airtight munitions box. Damn things are near indestructible. They could burn this whole fucking city down and it'd survive, I hope.

I'm running out of time. The walls are becoming thin sheets of light. The crystals are eggs, and laughing mouths grow inside. The Fallen are at the door, and the eggs are hatching.

My name is Pascal Everett of the Mendivian Planetary Defense Force, citizen of New Tavos, servant of the God-Emperor of Mankind. I will be dead within the hour."

-Journal found within a munitions box that appeared in the cargo hold of voidship His Majesty's Command after a warp jump. There is no record of a Chaos invasion of Mendivia, and the planet, including the city of New Tavos, stands uncorrupted to this day.

[wososage]

WIPs

Here are all of my WIPs. Some are probably abandoned forever. Others I could be convinced to finish.

Lashing Out: USWNT x Reader (A Goal for You continuation):

Moe’s POV

I don’t know how much longer we can stay here but (y/n) refuses to leave. As soon as she saw her sister's grave she broke down. She’s been crying for so long. I don’t think she was this emotional when her sister died, she was able to keep it together long enough to win the game. But now she is inconsolable and none of us know what to do. Every time someone tries to comfort her she sobs harder. Finally, she stops crying and just sits there staring at the gravestone. I walk up to her and hug her. After a few minutes, we get back on the bus and head to the hotel. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say to Mal once we are away from (y/n). “She’s doing everything she can to push us away. At what point do we have to just let her?

Unnamed JJ smut:

JJ’s POV

As soon as I get in my car after my meeting, I get a text from (Y/N).

(Y/N): If you hurry home, you can open up an early Christmas present.

JJ: Can I get a hint of what I’m getting?

She sends me a picture of her in some lingerie, purposely flexing all of her muscles because she knows how much it turns me on. Damn, I need to get home and remind her that it isn’t nice to tease.

By the time I get home, I know exactly what I am going to do to remind (Y/N) that I am in charge. As soon as I walk into the apartment I see (Y/N) waiting on the couch wearing the lingerie she sent me a picture of.

“Someone is being naughty,” I husk while pinning (Y/N) down. “You never know how to behave.”

“Open the box,” (Y/N) whispers while squirming underneath me. “There is more to your gift.”

I let her go and open the box on the coffee table. I see a new set of fuzzy handcuffs and I know exactly what I am going to do next. I pick (Y/N) up and grab the handcuffs before heading to the bedroom. I drop (Y/N) on the bed immediately.

Unnamed... R gets sick at camp:

(Y/N) POV:

As soon as I wake up, I know it is going to be a bad day. My body aches, my eyes hurt, and I feel gross. I go to the bathroom and get in the shower in hopes of feeling better when I get out.

Unnamed:

(Y/N) POV:

As soon as the game starts the England players target me. Pretty much every team does this, because honestly it is a good strategy. If they can hurt me right away, then Vlatko will be forced to use a sub early in the game.

Unnamed R gets injured in training:

As soon as Kelley goes for the slide tackle she knows it was a mistake. She meant to get the ball but Y/N was running too fast and her ankle got clipped instead. As soon as Y/N went down tears came to her eyes and she clutched her ankle. That’s when the team knew something was wrong because Y/N is one to hide injuries so she can continue playing.

Going Crazy in the Wubble (Binoe Family Universe):

“Baby bird!” Stewie calls. “Do you want to take a break from swimming laps to play some chicken?”

“I really need to finish my pool session, Stewie,” I explain. “Then I gotta go to the weight room since you guys hogged it for so long.”

Don't Throw Out My Legos (Binoe Family Universe):

“Y/n!” Mama calls out. “Dinner is ready.”

My new address is hard to remember so I wrote it on the back of my hand.

I glance around at all of the boxes around me and take a deep breath. I try my best to will the tears in my eyes away. It’s all gonna be okay. I hope. 

Eventually, I make my way down to the kitchen and eat dinner pretty quickly.

“How is packing going kid?” mom asks.

I’m about to lose my only defenders.

“Pretty well,” I say with a shrug. “Just trying to figure out what I really need to take with me and what I want to get rid of.”

Part 2 of One Step at a Time:

Y/n POV

Fuck. Fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I do the only thing I know how to do. I run. I sprint from goal line to goal line. Over and over again. Until someone stops me.

“Y/n,” They say into my ear. “Do not be disappointed in yourself. You worked your ass off this tournament. You played every fucking minute of this tournament. You basically carried this team on your back.”

“It wasn’t enough,” I say. “I have to go home without a medal to my family who now has one living child. They are going to be so fucking disappointed.”

Another body joins the hug.

“I can’t do it,” Y/n whispers.

Part 2 to Sister Hugs:

“Babe!” Christen yells. “There is someone at the door for you!”

After a few moments a confused Tobin appears and her confusion grows even more when she sees who is at the door.

“Y/n!” Tobin exclaims. “What are you doing here? Your team doesn’t play any California schools.”

“Surprise,” Y/n says with tears in their voice.

Tobin opens her arms for a hug, which Y/n joins with a sob.

Unnamed but its pretty self explanatory:

Y/n was having a great time at camp. They got to see all of their friends and play soccer all the time. The issue Y/n found with being in camp though is there were responsible adults. Responsible adults who provided rules and structure (consensually) for all members of the team but especially the younger ones, like Y/n. While Y/n doesn’t always appreciate this arrangement, they yearn for the bit of parental affection they receive from the older players.

“Ooh Rosie!” Y/n exclaims. “I’m bored. Entertain me!”

“I’m going to the zoo for a media thing,” Rose says. “We should see if you can tag along. And meet Fritz and Fiona with me.”

Y/n for one reason or another, was not allowed to go to the zoo. Which left them very displeased.

“Fuck off Sonnett,” Y/n says after Sonnett made her attempt at cheering up Y/n.

“Y/n!” Kelley warns sternly. “Apologize to Sonnett and knock off the attitude.”

“Sonnett, I am sorry that you are being annoying and I don’t like it.”

“Y/n!” Alyssa says deciding Y/n has pushed it too far. “You need to go sit in your room until you are able to treat everyone here with respect.”

“No!” Y/n yells. “I don’t want to!”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted to do. You have been in a bad mood most of the day and you have not been nice to anyone. So now you need to take some time to recenter yourself before you join the team again.”

“You didn’t make Trinity go to her room when she was being an asshole to everyone yesterday! It's not fair!”

“Y/n. You are throwing a tantrum because you weren’t allowed to go to the zoo with Rose. It is okay to be upset but you are not allowed to treat others the way you are treating them right now.”

“You can fuck off too!” Y/n yells at Alyssa. 

This was decidedly enough for Alyssa and Kelley. Kelley walked over and spanked Y/N once.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N we are going up to your room right now,” Alyssa says with finality.

With the weight of their actions hitting them, Y/N went without another word. Y/N had broken multiple rules and it was time to pay the price.

Once the trio were in Y/N’s room, Y/N went straight to the corner which was a relief for both Kelley and Alyssa because there are times when Y/N is too stubborn to do as they’re told. After both Kelley and Alyssa had time to cool off they knew it was time to deal with Y/N’s actions.

“Alyssa and I have had time to calm down,” Kelley tells Y/N. “When you are ready to talk about this then you can come out of the corner.”

Y/N chose to stay in the corner for a few more minutes, mostly gathering the courage to face their impending punishment.

What was supposed to be a NaNo but that obviously didn't happen:

I think I just made the biggest decision I will ever make in my life. Every decision I make impacts my future in some way, but not as intensely as this. 

It’s too late to turn back now Y/n. You have to get on the flight at this point or this was all for nothing.

Get off the train.

Go through TSA.

Find your gate.

There is Kelley, Christen, and Becky. They don’t know who I am, but at least I am at the right place.

“It’s so weird that Becky is across the aisle,” Kelley says. “I am so used to sitting in the middle of the two of you. I have no clue what I am going to do with the aisle seat.”

“Do you think this means that the new kid is on the flight with us?” Press asks.

Fuck. I am not ready to talk to people.

We get on the plane, and sure enough, I have the window next to Christen and Kelley. I pull out a textbook in hopes of both getting some homework done and to avoid conversation, but it seems that Kelley either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care about social cues.

“What is your name?” She asks me.

It takes me a moment to process that she is in fact talking to me, but eventually I tell her.

“Cool!” She says. “I’m Kelley if you didn’t already know. I’m so excited for there to be another youngin’ in camp with us!”

“Don’t let Kelley’s energy scare you,” Christen says. “I am Christen. I am also excited that you are joining us in camp, but I definitely understand the nerves you must be feeling right now.”

“I don’t quite know if what I am feeling at the moment is nerves,” I say, knowing damn well that I am more worried about the other things going on in my life. “But this definitely doesn’t feel real just yet.”

“That is understandable,” Christen says. “We will let you be, it seems like you have some stuff to get done on the flight. But don’t ever hesitate to come talk to us, now or when we are in camp. We all have been the new person before.”

—

(2022 Utah Camp)

“Someone disappeared for a while,” Sonnett whispers in my ear.

“Jesus Christ!” I squeak. “Where did you come from?”

“Well I wanted to hang out with you but no had seen you all day so I decided the best course of action was to hide in the lobby until your return. So now I ask the question, where have you been all day?”

“I umm…” I trail off not quite knowing how to explain the events of today. “I had some stuff I needed to take care of while we were in Utah. Then I just kinda got busy. I wasn’t planning on being gone so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t around earlier to hang out.”

“Hey, is everything okay Y/N/N?” Sonnett asks softly.

“Today was a very emotional day,” I explain. “A lot of things happened that I haven’t had time to process yet but I promise that I am safe.”

“If you need an ear I happen to have two, but I also understand that you may need some time to sit with everything by yourself. I am here for whatever you need. So is the rest of the team

Unnamed:

“Why does it seem like you don’t even care,” Korbin asks me when we get back to the locker room.

“What are you talking about?” I ask confused.

“Did you even know we won that game?” Korbin asks. “You were barely physically present today. You haven’t given a shit all camp. If you didn’t want to be here you should have given your spot to someone else.”

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be here,” I explain. “It’s a rather inconvenient time for me to be in camp.”

[squid-de]

DRACULA, THE COUNT — "I'm shivering different. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. I'm a black hound. I'm licking my wounds in the grass. We smoking opportunistic microorganisms. Smoking that Roustame Diodore south Advesperascit page-three girl deluxe cryptozoological protoplasmic kush. We smoking Col Do Ma Ma Daqua. I'm on twelve Pyrholidons, smoking on phasmatodean dick. We smoking that Boogie Street boogers? We snorting that good Franconigerian cavalry jibbies. They must have retrograde amnesia, they forgot that I'm *Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau*. That Pox pack hittin' that pussy smell, like a Coupris Kineema. We smoking shit in apricot faïence, blowing Her Innocence's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Coal City tic-tacs. I'm on them Yekokataa apple nibblers. I'm on them Tioumoutiri geronimos. I left my prybar in the lorry, I'll have to can-open them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go hobo. I don't need to see the hostel bill anyway. We s-- ...I'm high on twelve Dick Mullens looking to beat the viscous goo out of a fresh Puta peone. We smoking spirit bombs, you stupid piece of shit! I'll fucking eat your mind! Call that pussy the Coalition Government, 'cause I'm in this bitch, and I *can't get out*. Last guy who ran off on the precinct got choked out by some Fairweather T-500 gauntlets. The last thing he ever saw was the kinetic redistributors on them. Slowly faded into the pale, and I let the Angel of History take him. I need some Boogie Street boogers! Don't be shy girl, *I want to have fuck with you*. I'm shivering like Arno van Eyck. Bwee?! Welcome to the Apricot Suzerainty, bitch, open up! Guillaume le Million, I suck his cocaine out of another man's eyeballs. My hetero-sexual life partner a speedfreak, he look like Guillaume Bevy. You ain't seen ten centims in your life, bino! Reach for my wrist and you'll get turned into a Game Over. Y'all gotta stop playing with me, man. I threw the Filippian crown jewels at Le Petit Rat catacombs under Corpus Mundi. I have built 0.000% of Communism. This shit ain't *nothing* to me, man. Tied the SKULLS to the back of a motor carriage and dragged 'em around Rue de Saint Ghislaine for twenty-four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a pinball goat after we was done with him. SKULLS wanted some initiative, blew up their entire tenement. I'm shivering like Franconegro. She drop that ass on me from an internally coherent angle, they thought I was Kras Mazov. Top-shelf pilsner, disrupted my infra-materialism. I have seen the March decree, I have seen *le Retour*. I was Jamrock shuffling for the Perikarnassian before you all even became an isola. This shit ain't nothing to me, you stupid piece of shit. Drive the Motorway South and you will *dither*. That pussy feel like Samaran butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, 'cause I don't give a shit. If I had a reál for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, 'cause I don't give a shit. My ex-something look like Dolores Dei. I grooved so hard they thought I was Ostentatious Orchestrations. This shit ain't *nothing* to me, man, I'll pale-bomb you, you stupid piece of shit!"

[stravagatefaster]

Time for another fanfic. Content warning for miscarriage.

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1585, Giglia

The servants stepped quickly aside as the Grand Duke rushed through the hallways of his home. He had abandoned his meeting with the silversmiths’ guild in a heartbeat after hearing that his wife needed him. 

Throwing the door open, he stepped into the dark bedroom. Despite it being bright and sunny outside, Fabrizio could not see a thing with the heavy curtains drawn over the windows. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, and he was able to make out a small figure curled up under the covers in the middle of the bed.

“Caterina?” he said softly as he approached the bed. The only reply he got was a choked sob. Fabrizio sat on the bed and gently ran his fingers through his wife’s hair. “My love, are you all right?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

Caterina sat up and threw her arms around Fabrizio’s neck. He held her tightly as she buried her face against his shoulder.

“I- I woke up and… There was blood… I’m so sorry,” Caterina sobbed. Fabrizio pressed a gentle kiss against her temple.

This was not the first time Caterina had miscarried. It seemed like a miracle that they had even had Bino, because every time she found out she was pregnant, this same grief followed soon after. This time it had only been a week since Caterina had told her husband that she was expecting. With each pregnancy, there was less joy and more fear in her voice when she broke the news.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Fabrizio asked. His shirt was getting wet from her tears.

Caterina shook her head. “Just be there,” she said and held onto him tighter. Her sobs slowly turned to steady breathing. “I’m just so tired, Fabrizio,” she whispered.

“You should rest, then,” Fabrizio suggested.

“No,” Caterina replied. “I’m so tired of being disappointed every time.”

All Fabrizio could do was hold her tighter. What was the point of being the Grand Duke of Tuschia if he could not make his wife happy? He was rich and powerful enough to give her anything she might ever want. Anything, except this one thing. He had brought the best physicians and midwives to see Caterina, but they all said the same thing: Some people were just unlucky. Fabrizio and Caterina had done nothing wrong, and there wasn’t anything they could do except keep trying.

Fabrizio hated feeling this helpless, but all he could do was hold his wife and pray that they would one day be blessed with another child.

[theuniverseawakens347]

India Marie and DDG had sex together … she prefers a smaller penis… I say she now but like I said it’s a boy in hiding and the one person who found out when she moved to la from East (2) she murdered … said he died over weed .. huh a stick up… the boy threatened yo life cause you missed the fact YOU A MAN N HIDING AND HE STRAIGHT.. - std you in n out passing from a botched operation… it’s so cute he think he gon put this on they podcast about me … lol my lawyers already waiting w paperwork FOR ALL YOU BOY TOY TURNED GIRLS TO SUE YOU. FOR DEFORMATION ON MY GODLY NAME - “ stalk Cashay since 20… when was the era India love “took off from sex tapes” and indyamarie followed w nude photos” 😂😂😂 but you say you have talent… you’re still bottom tier.. the celebs you WANA be around laugh at you. Indyamarie made it to ONE music video w Chris brown.. you a joke … “ yal fucked” cute lies Mickey drinks… and India love .. you got blue music bino… okay niggas make fun of you - thegame… that’s YO what’s it called “ specialty “ … ur all lame as fuck. - drake. … they waiting for me and prancing yal around CAUSE YOU MEN N FEMALE SKIN AND AINT TOLD NO ONE AND USE UR BODY TO GET ATTENTION- why would a nigga spend money on that tricc… ya got prostitution written all over your seeking arrangement WHATS your price … you didn’t make more than me.. - yo life set up easy.. mine a little harder bc I ACTUALLY GOT WHAT A MOFO WANT N NEED .. we gon let YOU HOs rest and LOOK like you doing something big - you something to pick on when bored and not in a cute way..indyamarie you think yo body flight and set you apart from the other right “ classy nudes” U BROKE YO COOCHIE 2 DAYS AFTER GETTING IT .. bitch … you resorted to photos to make you feel special… an ode to ruining yo body before you cud even have it in full 🫤 stupid. Also bitch.. you ALL THESE KNOCK OFF LOOKMALIKES IN FULL.. you a sociopath - WHERE YO FRIENDS AT … ya got none NEVER DID .. bitches hang and leave on the first sit… kinda like the two niggas you fucked … 🫤 again NOTHING TO GLOt so you FAKE TALK TO “ fans” but it’s lost kids looking up to a ho.. you talk about nothing - ya Snapchat gone and ya Instagrams at “ fan pages” only… the “real” indyamarie at home crying cause bojack not selling pussy the way they thought along w yo weed trshier and trashier and yo dogs plotting to eat you miss “ la model” 🤢 bitch you sell ass THATS yo talent and steal nail ideas and hair from bottom tier girls who follow you that you deem fans … - you asking all yo questions NO ONE CHECKING N TUNING INTO AT THE FUCK ALL .. get out my life you weird bitch looking for tea cause you wishing it was you - YOU MISSING OUT IN FUCKING FULL WIPING YO ME ORIES GOOD LUCK N JAIL WARD … ALL YOU DUMB ASS BITCHES.

[end-of-violence]

2023ラップ②

Kickkone / Demon Baby

Kickkone / WOAH

Fadess & Soldier Kidd / Foldin' Up

Goldenboy Countup / Ladies Man

Real Boston Richey / My Image

SCY Jimm / Set In Stone

Luh Tyler / Brand New Blues

Trapland Pat Ft. Luh Tyler / Backstreet

ATM Tana / Serial Killer

Lil Wet / 2023

Bossman JD / Same Day

D30 x 6KFLY / Glitch boys

Baby 2Much / Florida Water

Fatpocket Ft. Wizz Havinn / Shaq & Kobe

KP Skywalka / TyFreka

KP Skywalka x Skino / Lookin

LIL DUDE / EDDIE GUERRERO/STRIKE SAYSO MIX

KhiGlock / On Da Souf

Kayvo / Fallen Soldiers

Kayvo / Brodie

Big Don Bino / Happy

OhGeesy feat. Cash Kidd / GEEKALEEK

DaBoii & The Mekanix feat. J Stalin / Friendly Reminder

SSRICHH33 x Wopdell x Verde Babii x Lul Snake / Rolled Up

Wb Nutty / How Much U Got

Los / Back 2 Ballin

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M30 feat. Los & WB Nutty / Braedoe

Icewear Vezzo / Back on Road

Icewear Vezzo / Raw ASL

Babyface Ray x Veeze x Samuel Shabazz / Houston Babies

Allstar JR / One Time I Cried

Louie Ray x RMC Mike x YN Jay / Worth it

BabyTron / Money = Power

Baby Money / Step Slide

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G.T. feat. BabyTron & Certified Trapper / Back On Tour

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Sexyy Red / Female Gucci Mane

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Young Nudy feat. 21 Savage / Peaches & Eggplants

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Big Sad 1900 / Die A Legend (Deluxe)

OhGeesy / GEEZYWORLD 2

Lil Gray / Swipe Renaissance

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70th Street Carlos / Lost Soul

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again / Richest Opp

Never Broke again Presents: Green Flag Activity, Vol 2

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Doddie Savage / BlitzSZN

Doddie Savage / Guns & Butter

FMB Dz / P-Rock Baby

WB Nutty / Tester - EP

Los / War On Drugs 2

Drego / Lay Low Season

Baby Money / YNOS 2

Bandgang Lonnie Bands / Pink 50 - EP

Bandgang Lonnie Bands / Bam Bam

Bandgang Masoe / The Take Over

Lil AD & XANTANA2X / The Spice Familia (Deluxe)

Lil AD & XANTANA2X / Step Bros (Deluxe)

Veeze / Ganger

Babyface Ray / Summer's Mine

WTM Scoob / Big Heart small world

Prince Jefe / Lab Talk

LUCKI / s*x m*ney dr*gs

Valee & Harry Fraud / Virtuoso

BabyDrill / MadMan

SSG Splurge / Meet the Goopers

Baton Rouge 2023

[marshmallow--3]

I dreamt I won over £100,000 on a scratch card

But then again, I also dreamt that I were having a birthday party and people who weren't invited kept coming in and eating all the donuts and I kept screaming at them to get the fuck out - there was a moment where the girlfriend of someone kept laughing incredulously at the thought that I was forbidding people from eating the donuts and she was stuffing her mouth with one so I broke all her teeth

And I kept the winnings on the down low, I only texted a few people I trust (@iceboundstar you were one of em), but then my brother was opening my post and was like, "why the fuck do you have a bank balance of over £100 grand???"

And also a reoccurring dream I have is that m** adopted after she disowned me to replace me, and she took in a girl around my age; her birthday wasn't anywhere near mine but everyone celebrated our birthdays on the same day

My irl grandmother got us a present but it was joint, it had both our names on, and I came home to very few cards in the post for me except this one gift which had already been torn open and tossed aside in pieces

Like I'm sorry but if it's a joint present, you open it WITH the other person present

And then it turned into a classic dream I'm having where I'm related to the Royal Family, the Queen (RIP) was my grandmother and I was turning 16 and for my birthday, I really wanted a telescope to stargaze with, but you weren't allowed binoculars or any make-bigger-lens equipment near the Tower of London because it had been converted into noble residences and the rule was there to give people some privacy in their homes

And also once you turned 16, you got to cross through a set of black railings into a new area of the palace that you're not permitted to go to before the age of 16

Also KFC were catering my party

The Queen sat there eating KFC

In fact, fuck it, take me back there, imma be Britain's first non-bino prince

[uswnt-has-my-heart]

Hi! I have a very important question - is there anything more Megan Rapinoe than rocking up to an interview for a documentary about her girlfriend wearing a shirt which I'm pretty sure is her girlfriends? Yknow, just in case we weren't picking up her very subtle signs that she may have a bit of a fondness for Sue (also I'm really pleased that your fever broke and you're feeling better!)

Megan’s simp is showing

[kj-1130]

Surprise

Uswnt x Reader

Binoe x teen!reader

⚠️t/w a perverted boy touching a minor. ya nasty⚠️

Main Masterlist

It was time for another camp. All the ladies had gathered in the conference room, where a meeting was being held. Everyone was seated and chatting until Vlatko called for their attention.

The meeting was going smooth until it was interrupted by the ringing of a phone.

“Sorry.” Pinoe steps out of the room and looks at the number. It was unknown, but a feeling told her to answer it.

Vlatko continued the meeting despite her absence but didn’t get very far when yelling was heard just outisde.

“What do you mean you’re at the police station!?

-

You were outside playing basketball at a court that wasn’t too far from the hotel. Your moms trusted that you were responsible enough to take care of yourself and call if you need help.

You were currently dribbling the ball just working on free throws when a group of five guys came over. They looked like they were about 18. You had been on the court by yourself all day so someone coming over somewhat distracted you.

“Ooh! Would you look at that, boys? A hot girl shooting some hoops!”

You rolled your eyes and minded your business, hoping they would get the hint and leave you alone. But that wasn’t the case.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t ignore us.”

You looked over your shoulders, then at them. “I’m 14.”

One of the guys in the back came next to and started sliding his hand down your back to your ass. “Age ain’t nothing but a number.”

In response, you grabbed his hand, turned around and kneed him in the nuts.

An officer came over when he saw violence and you were almost relieved, but he was walking towards you.

A different person in the group spoke up. “Thank god you were here, officer. We were just trying to help this girl with her shooting but she just started getting violent.”

You scoffed as the officer started to lead you to his car and drove you to the station.

“If you’re going to take me to the station, when do I get my phone call?”

He rolled his eyes and ignored you for the rest of the ride.

Man your parents were going to be pissed.

-

You were sitting at the station when you saw Megan storm in. Despite the fact that she was quite short, it was still a scary sight to you.

“Come on.”

You got up and followed her to the car, trying your hardest to keep up with her cause damn she was walking fast. Turns out she was so pissed, she didn’t even bring a car. Just ran straight towards the station. Hopefully the walk to the hotel wasn’t too long.

She was silent the entire way. Megan didn’t ask what happened or anything, but frankly you were grateful for the awkward silence. Being scolded by a famous soccer player in public did not seem ideal to you at all.

The walk back was no more than 15 minutes, but it felt longer to you. The team was still in the conference room, having the meeting.

Your mom stopped abruptly, which scared you, and turned around. “Do you want to tell me why you were in the police station? Why did I get a call saying you were arrested?!”

Your eyes widened and you took a step back, just wanting a hole to open in the ground and swallow you.

You clear your throat and look anywhere but at her.You were absolutely positive that all her teammates had heard her yell and probably would be as nosy as your mom described them. Your theory was confirmed when you saw heads peek out the door, but disappeared as soon as you caught the eyes with your gaze.

“I asked you a question, I expect you to answer it!”

Eyes widening once again, you took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Look, I was just defending myself.”

“From what?”

Oh goodness gracious, you were embarrassed; you didn't even know why. You know what? Fuck. You just did what you do best; be blunt.

“A guy touched my ass so I kicked his dick.”

There was that awkward silence you were looking for. If you’re embarrassed then everyone else has to be too. You cleared your throat and rocked back and forth. The only sound that filled the hotel lobby was your horrible whistling and the rattling air condition.

“Who touched you?”

“I don’t know. Some blonde kid probably named Chad.”

It was quiet until someone let out an obnoxious snort. Looking over at the conference room, Megan saw it was Kelley. Then she saw that all of her teammates were watching the whole situation unfold.

She sighed and ran a hand down face. “I need to call Sue.”

“No! No, no, no, no, no. Don’t call mom! Don’t call mom.”

The team’s eyes widen as they hear the m-word come out of your mouth.

“Mom?!”

-

Everyone was gathered into Megan and Kelley’s room(whoever roomed them together must’ve been crazy).

It was silent which was quite weird considering they were usually so loud and energetic.

“Your room’s a hot mess,” you said which broke the silence. “Mom would kill you if she was here.”

Your mama rolled her eyes playfully at you and scoffed. “You’re lucky I’m not calling her right now. Don’t push your luck.” Yeah that shut you up real quick.

Mal looked at Megan and cleared her throat. “So...mom?”

She sighed and began to talk. “We adopted (y/n) after fostering her for quite a few months.”

Alex looked at you then at your mama. “Were you ever going to tell anyone?”

She shrugged, “That’s not important right now. What is important, is that somebody touched my daughter and now they need their ass whooped.”

With her mentioning that, all eyes were on you.

“Look, I kicked him in his nuts pretty hard. He may not be able to have children anymore. I consider his pain punishment enough for now. But if you think about it, I'm doing his future wife a favor. I’m pretty sure nobody wants a smaller version of him running around.”

The whole team chuckled. Everyone got to know you and they seemed nice.

Megan’s phone pinged and this time her eyes widened. “Sue texted. How did she find out.”

You shrugged. “Mother’s intuition?”

This time your phone dinged and you saw it was your mom. “Oh. Both our asses are dead.”

[13uswntimagines]

You’re in Wubble Now (Bino x Teen!Reader)

Request: R is Sue and Megan daughter(14 years old) ? Like what is being at the wubble together?

Authors note: Hey dudes, I really don’t know much about basketball, or its players, but I hope you enjoy this! Hit me up with requests, questions or if you just wanna say hi!

You smiled brightly up at the sky, enjoying the way the sun fell on your face. You had missed the feeling of the sun on your face and cleats on your feet for the past 4 months you had spent in quarantine. You were glad that wubble included an outdoor area where you could practice your juggling in. You didn’t want to lose your edge over your Aunt Tobin.

You glanced down at the ball, flicking it up to balance on your toe-box, before starting to practice the various tricks you knew how to do. All the while moving towards the place that you had designated in your mind as “goal”. As you neared the area, you tapped the ball a little too hard, sending it careening over the small fence and directly onto the outdoor basketball court. You groaned loudly as it collided with one Sami Whitcomb. 

“I’m so sorry,” You tried to cover your giggle with your hand, but failed. 

“Trying to take her out so Chicago Sky has the advantage kid?” Jordin Canada laughed, sapping a hand on your shoulder, and you shot her a cheeky smile. You and your Aunt JJ had a running joke that the Stars were your favorite team, though you were rather partial to Portland, just to annoy your mothers. 

“Hey short stack, you’re good with your feet, but are you any good with your hands?” Sami joined in the banter, spinning the soccer ball on her finger before tossing it back to you. You smiled and caught it on the top of your left foot and began to juggle again. 

“Are you kidding me? She’s got Pino’s height and none of Bird’s skills,” Breanna Stewart joked, resting her elbow on the top of your head. You huffed. Yes, you were short, and the USWNT always liked to remind you of that, but next to your mom’s teammates, you were practically a dwarf and they didn’t mind telling you about it. 

Just because you preferred soccer didn’t mean you weren’t any good at basketball. Hell, you and your mom had done nothing but play pickup games in the driveway since the whole COVID thing started. You weren’t terrible, to begin with, but you had definitely gotten better if you did say so yourself. You had even pulled the basketball version of a nutmeg on your mom. Plus, you never backed down from a challenge. 

“I think I could take you,” You smirked, puffing out your chest. The women laughed at your adorableness. They knew just how competitive you were, they had seen it in your determination to make the U15 soccer team, and in all of the stories about you, Sue had shared with them. 

“Be careful what you ask for kid, just because you’re a Rapino-Bird doesn’t mean we won’t whip your ass,” Jordin said seriously, (gently) bumping your shoulder. You set your jaw in a way that they had come to recognize as your ‘I’m going to win any way I can’ face. 

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Sami laughed at how cute your determined face was, patting your upper back in a way that reminded you of your mom. 

“Oh, you’re on. 2v2 me a Sami vs you and Breanna” You nodded at Jordin, who flashed Sami a wink. They couldn’t let the soccer players teach you everything, now could they. 

****

The game was going well for you, as you and Sami were up by 12, and you were about to extend that lead. She crossed you the ball, bouncing it in between Breanna’s legs. You collected it, realizing that if you tried to dribble, you’d most likely fall victim to Jordin’s marking. So you took the shot, Jumping up just outside of the three-point area. Jordin, not expecting the move, bumped into you milliseconds after the ball had left your fingertips, sending you careening into the concrete floor. 

“You alright kid?” Sami asked, watching as you got back to your feet, and gasping when you turned around. 

“Shit, Sue’s going to kill us,” Jordan mumbled when she saw the gash that had formed just above your right eyebrow, and the red substance that was seeping down your face, staining your brand new Re-inc popsicle shirt. 

“Kill you is more like it,” Breanna smirked, shoving Jordin’s shoulder lightly. 

“And I’d be more worried about Megan,” Sami murmured as she took a closer look at your cut. 

“I’m fine guys,” You grumbled, pulling your head out of Sami’s gentle hands and turning to find the basketball. The rapid movement caused even more blood to drip down your covered face, and land unceremoniously on the pavement. 

“Yeah, let’s get you to the medic,” The women rolled their eyes at your insistence, Jordin grabbing one arm, and Breanna grabbing another while Sami placed a hand at the center of your back to get you moving forward. 

The walk to the First aid room had been relatively uneventful, as the women wouldn’t budge on their stance that you needed to get checked by the doctors (though several other players sent you worried looks as you passed them). 

“I’m going to need to call one of your mothers down here for consent to treat you,” The doctor said quietly, handing you a piece of gauge and motioning for you to hold it to the cut that was still freely bleeding. You rolled your eyes at him and nodded for Sami to call your mom. She was always more level headed than Ma when you got hurt. You should have guessed that they would be together and that they would not be happy to find out that you’d been hurt… again. 

“What the fuck happened?” Megan exclaimed, bursting into the first aid room, racing over to you and glaring at the women who were accompanying you. It was kinda funny cause even though she was so much shorter than them, they all shrunk under her gaze. 

“Meg, chill.”Sue interrupted, stepping between her wife and her very afraid teammates. Megan may have been short but she was called your mama bear for a reason.“What happened?” Your mom asked you directly, crouching down so she was eye level with you, and taking the soaked gauze from your grasp. You sighed dramatically. 

“We were playing a game of pickup, and I got bumped. They freaked out,” you scoffed, waving your hand at the three women who were still covering inter you Ma’s gaze. 

“I think our response was well deserved,” Sami grumbled, gesturing towards you. So maybe there had been a lot of blood, but your Aunt Ash had always said that head cuts always bled more. 

“It was just a scratch,” You rolled your eyes, your annoyance leaking into your tone, sure that if it had been any one of your mom’s teammates, you would still be outside on the field, enjoying the sun. 

“Yeah, like Kelley’s nose during the World Cup,” You am sent you a pointed look, and you froze. 

“I don’t stop in the middle of games,” you grumbled, pouting and crossing your arms, pulling off a flying squirrel impersonation that would make the woman proud, “and plus this is nothing compared to the time Aunt Toby took me surfing” You pointed out, shivering just thinking about the experience. The almost drowning part hadn’t been the worst part, the cuts from the coral on the bottom had. 

“You got caught under a wave and almost drowned,” Sue said sternly, forcing you to look her in the eyes, and grabbing another wad of gauze, as you had bled through the first two. 

“See, this is just a baby cut compared to that, or liked the time I went skateboarding with Emily,” You shot her a grin, and she sent you back a grim smile. 

“Yeah, that time you broke your collarbone,” 

You huffed. It had been Lindsey’s idea for you to try and jump the fire hydrant, and Emily’s fault that she hadn’t cleared the sidewalk for you. If you had followed through with the landing, you probably would have creamed the family of 4 just trying to enjoy their day. 

“I’m going to have to put stitches in,” The doctor interrupted, peeling back the gauze and setting up to treat your cut. 

“You’re not allowed by yourself with our teams anymore,” Megan huffed, glaring at the three women who were watching your interaction with their captain in awe. 

“Hey, it’s not our fault the shrimp-“ Jordin started to protest, only to be cut off by a glare from her Captain. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” Sue said, her voice dangerously low, before turning back to you. “You’re benched for the rest of the season kid,” She finished, cupping your cheek. You closed your eyes in frustration. You didn’t want to have to sit on the bench with your ma. 

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” Megan pouted at you, obviously offended by your reaction. You loved your Ma, you did, but you had way too much energy to not be able to play sports, even though you probably had a concussion. 

“No, you're not,” You said back lowly, and Sue laughed at your sad face. She knew that there would be no way to stop you from playing sports, but maybe the promise of cuddling with your Ma would at least give your cut time to heal. 

“Love you, my dear,” Megan whimpered, placing a careful kiss on your cheek, followed by another from Sue.

[topairguns-blog]

How to Set Up Your Rifle and Scope for Long-Range Dialing

Six days I'd been chasing one major donkey deer buck; six days of feline and-mouse moves among the sagebrush and pinyon/juniper breaks of southern Utah. I'd seen him twice since first light broke on opening day, however had no shot either time. Presently I was only seconds into the third experience, however the buck was 350 yards away, and a tad of his body appeared over the savvy as he perused toward a little coulee. Choosing gun is not a easy task but you can read reviews that make it easy to choose the gun according to your requirement. The shot open door was little, yet it was all I had, and all I was probably going to get. Paunch down behind my Gunwerks rifle, I came to up and dialed my turret to peruse 350 yards. Settling my focus on the modest noticeable part of the buck's vitals, I squeezed the trigger—checkmate.

When chasing the wide-open spaces of the West, having the option to dial the turret on your extension so you can hold the line of sight legitimately on vitals for a shot is a gigantic favorable position. No additionally holding "a body-width over his back." Just run your quarry, dial the proper "come-up," go for the vitals and shoot. A year ago alone, I extended and dialed for my shot on three of the four major game creatures I gathered, and every wa a first-shot murder. We should investigate how to set up your own rifle, extension and turret to dial for testing, broadened range shooting.

Turret Techniques

There are a few decent approaches to set your rifle and degree up to dial for separation. You can essentially utilize the MOA or Mil turret that went ahead your extension matched with a drop-diagram or ballistic application on your telephone. You can get a yardage-stamped turret made explicitly for your arrangement, or you can utilize one of the new "savvy" rangefinders that process all the ballistic and barometrical components and give you the right come-up. Here's a gander at all three techniques, with their qualities and shortcomings.

MOA/Mil Turret and Ballistic App or Drop Chart: This technique is useful for sport shooting, and you'll go through it while working your DOPE card (I'll clarify that later). It's exact insofar as you probably are aware careful atmospherics, yet it's moderate. You need to run the creature, enter or look to the suitable data on your application or outline, dial the come-up into your turret, and after that shoot. The technique works and I've utilized it a great deal, yet it's moderate and avoids your concentration from your quarry.

MOA/Mil Turret and Smart Rangefinder: Another incredible framework includes a MOA or Mil turret and a ballistic-skilled rangefinding binocular, similar to the new Zeiss Victory RF. You enter your ballistics into the rangefinding bino by means of Bluetooth or scaled down SD card. At that point, when you run an objective, it figures height, weight, temperature, edge and your ballistics in a millisecond and gives you the range and a dial-to arrangement. You should simply turn your turret and take the shot. The detriment to this framework is that it's reliant on modern hardware and interfaces. In the case of something comes up short, your framework is done for.

Yardage-Marked Turret: In my assessment, the best all-around framework for chasing is a turret that is laser-engraved with yardage marks; which means you basically extend your objective, wrench the turret to the coordinating yardage and take the shot. One impediment to this framework is that the turret doesn't make up for points should you have to take a precarious tough or downhill shot. Utilizing a rangefinder that produces edge redressed, or "genuine ballistic range" yardages effectively cures this. The subsequent detriment is that every turret is intended for explicit atmospherics. In the event that you travel to chase various heights (in excess of 2,000 ft. extraordinary), you'll need an alternate turret for the new area. Be that as it may, this framework is quick and straightforward—ideal for those difficult open doors at major game.

Obviously, joining the frameworks makes the ideal marriage. Look at my turret in the photograph above: it highlights two revolutions of yardage markings around the periphery and MOA markings around the top edge. Leupold made it impeccably to my determinations, and it empowers me to cross-reference the frameworks for an idiot proof arrangement. Most optics makers offer custom-cut turrets for their degrees, or you can arrange a specially crafted turret for your extension from a turret organization like Kenton Industries.

Start With the Right Rifle

The conspicuous establishment to a decent arrangement for western chasing type shots is your rifle and bore. So how about we investigate: A great long-run rifle must be exact, steady and loaded in a streamlined bore. I like my rifles lightweight since I do a ton of mountain chasing. Perfect chamberings for long separation western chasing incorporate the 6.5 Creedmoor, 6.5 PRC, .280 Ackley Improved, 7mm Rem. Mag., .28 Nosler, .300 Win. Mag., and .300 PRC. They're streamlined, which means they keep up downrange vitality and speed well.

You can utilize your old steadfast rifle in .270 Win. or on the other hand .30-06 Sprg., yet it's not liable to be as steady or as precise, and those superb old cartridges aren't intended to be as streamlined—they'll have a shorter most extreme range. All things considered, a great extension that is set up right can twofold your powerful go, even with those bores.

[incorrect-housepets-quotes]

*in the Good Ol’ Dogs Club surrounding a broken coffee pot*

Bino: … Alright. Who broke it?

Peanut: … Me. I broke it.

Bino: No. No, you didn’t. Max?

Max: Don’t look at me! Look at Fox.

Fox: What? I didn’t break it!

Max: Huh? How’d you know it was broken?

Fox: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.

Max: Suspicious.

Fox: No, it’s not.

Joey: If it matters, probably not, but Sasha was the last one to use it.

Sasha: *Gasp* Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Joey: Oh really? Then what we’re you doing by the coffee pot?

Sasha: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Joseph!

Peanut: Okay! Okay! Let’s not fight! Bino, I broke it, just let me pay for it.

Bino: No! Who broke it!

Fox: … Bino. Grape has been awfully quiet.

Grape: REALLY!?

Fox: YEAH REALLY!

Grape: OH MY GO-

*Various cacophony*

Bino: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each others throats with war-paint on their faces and a pig’s head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here

[hiphophistorian-blog1]

Childish Gambino rant:

Donald Glover grew up with a good family and attended an arts school where he found his love for rapping. At the age of 25, he became the youngest writer for Tina Fey’s critically acclaimed tv sitcom: 30 Rock. Fey expresses her praise of Glover and says that she’d tell anyone with as much ambition as him not to quit their day job, however, with as much charisma and talent as Donald has, she just expected good things from him. Glover even goes as far as to say this line from his song, “The Last”: “”And this next part, sounds like nonsense But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty Everybody’s got a voice, you just gotta follow it She on a role model, shit From the day that I shook her hand I knew that I’d never die a broke man” I first discovered Childish Gambino after my 10th grade English teacher with similar tastes in rap introduced me to him and I’ve been obsessed ever since. When I first listened to Childish Gambino, it RUINED me. What once was a purist for early 80s and 90s rap with the occasional Kanye break, became this person who had the doors of this new world of 2010s rap opened to me. Childish Gambino’s 2013 album, Because The Internet is still my favorite album to this day. For me, being a Gambino fan was tough. On one hand, we have over 10 years of Childish Gambino mixtapes and studio albums, but on the other hand, he never seems to stick to one genre, much to the upset of his older and even newer fans. Also, his latest album, “Awaken! My love” has been his only album to receive this much recognition, with his most popular song, “Redbone” being spread through the airwaves like wildfire. Despite this, I love “Awaken! My love” even though it isn’t even a rap album. It awakened the “new soul era” of rap that has recently sprung up in hip hop. Also, Redbone is a very solid song and I can see it earned its popularity. By far the hardest news ‘Bino fans have had to endure is the statement Glover made shortly after the release of “Awaken! My Love” saying that nothing is ever good if it keeps going on forever, so endings are important. Childish Gambino’s next album will be his last. To me, this is a crushing blow. Gambino got me through a rough time in high school. He got me through depression and breakups and whatever the moment called for. I never felt quite as connected to an artist as I do with ‘Bino. He explicitly states that his music has always been for the little ghetto kids like he was once and for any kid that would’ve liked the music he has. But also, Glover was that nerdy brown kid in school that got picked on. Glover was a POC in a school filled with white children. Childish Gambino was me. Every single punchline in his music was for me. Basically, Childish Gambino touched my heart and opened the door to more rappers that I can relate with as well, such as Tyler The Creator and Kevin Abstract. Childish Gambino made me truly love hip hop and cherish it. Essentially, Childish Gambino ruined me. He ruined me with his personal lyrics that resonate with me like very few artists can do. And who knows? Maybe his music career ending won’t be so bad. Donald has his plate full with other things, his award winning TV show, Atlanta, his portrayal of Lando Calrission in the upcoming Star Wars movie, Solo, and his role as Simba in the live action Lion King Movie. Maybe this is the end for Childish Gambino, but is sure isn’t the end for Donald Glover.

https://youtu.be/uGGIrvWIFKw

[1800violetcrave]

5 & 48

5)what was your favourite cartoon as a kid?:probably toopy and bino or my little pony or powerpuff girls or phineas and ferb

48)did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble?:i dont think so? i never really broke the rules when i was younger

[brokeenen]

“Let’s Say All the P Names” by Orebanana || ENGLISH【552  (+14) People】

Lyricist’s Notes:

I have the notes at the top so that I don’t forget to include details. You can skip to the dividing line below if you’re not interested and want to get to the meat of this TL.

Hi. In case you’re new, I’m Brokee. Call me Keenen if you’d like.

I had the idea to use this for an English cover involving Oliver & Cyber Diva.

But I don’t have any money to buy DIVA’s CD from Amazon, much less a computer that can run it.

This might be my best worst song I’ve ever had the “honor” of adapting to English. It took me a week to type this song by hand. I had to find time to do this. Time in my college classes, bus rides and interim between waiting for my parents to pick me up from class. I like typing, but this was a bit much.

Any asterisks (*) you see in the TL are part of the name. I’ll use Carets (^) to explain.

I added names to this list because I wanted to exceed the world record. The ones I added are bolded and underlined.

This English Translyric has a total of 【566 Names】 of Vocaloid Producers.

Background information of the song is below. (source link here)

2020 Edit: I only changed the title and fixed a lyricist note lol. This has been getting a bit of traction recently, which is strange considering how long ago I posted it. Thanks for the views! o/

B. A. Gabrielle (the translator) has changed her Twitter. Follow the new one.

[INTRO - Len] Yo, I know you all probably already know about a ton of Vocaloid songs, right? But, there's a lot of songs that you probably haven't heard or even know of! Vocaloid P or Producers' Names for you who don't know, have popularity as well. Let's begin the "Say all the P Names" challenge! Are you ready? Here we go!

[VERSE 1 - Rin] Akikan, Ohhoi, Naitei, Chouchou, Samuson, Raida, Kyokuhoku, Yuringo Kouhei Jimunope, Yuzuame, Sorairo, Ryosuke, Rento, Metaha, Nikoichi Korabaya, Nechogusha, Terumin, Hanaichi, Smile, Engawa, Hanagoe, Eroaki, Yogarasu, Oichan, Taburesu, Ryuunosu, bothneco, Ernie, Papopepu, Jounetsu Tsukino, Tamara, Chanagi, mmmbo, Gibbon, awk, fat, okota, 96crow, Akuno Crea, toya, mayuko, Senchashi, shiero, Zenradegitaadaiteneteta-P!

[Len] Laalaa, Yugo, Rusaruka, Shuujin, Hagoromo, Raimei, Nanahoshi, Enzetsu, Hassaku, Atatata, Tebukuro, Bokaomo, Oiran, Tadosuke, Low-Tech, Miraiha, Lentou, Basutee, Sottou, Tasogare, Itachima, Shioani, Yonsen, Mandara, Wenosuke, Umeboshi, Buttobi, Deokure, Hayakawa, Yamamaya, Jitabata, Kyuukon Nobira, Kibou, Utata, Hayaya, Yoshiya, Nanami, Mokeke, G@POPO, Fuwari, Akari Konori, Masami, SATCH, Akko, Ecchi, Matcho, Kontontsukaraa-P!

[Rin] Wankappu, Koppepan, Saraudon, Tomatoufu, Kokutou, Pocky Kakinotane, Aisuimo, Youguruto, Merontee, Chokopagenchou, [Len] Desuohagi, Orebanana, Apricot Rain, Potechihime, Chitasumatsuo, Shiwamikan, Kabipurin, Nehanshika Noriokure, [Both] Hikutsu-P!!

[CHORUS] We're gonna say. We're gonna say. Kagamine P-names - we're gonna say. We're gonna say. We're gonna say. Every P name - we're gonna say!

[Verse 2 - Rin] temporu, Susshi, Kogauta, Bunchou, Mainusu, IGASIO, Nyuusen, Hanabata, Bokatsuku, Chuuhai, Furenchi, Yakiimo, UNPUSY, Meisou, Rion, Enikusu, Yuunagi, Motetai, Kouraishiba, Shirokuro, Puuchin, Kaiware, Kasutama, Sasakure, Maeburi, LapiLapi, Oshiire, Rorotan, CALFO, mikuru396, Deetaa, Aruka, Honey, Mirror, Itaru, ceres, Ouji, Editor, Nogomi, Hanata, Kiddo, Kouchi,  Setsuna, Naopo, Boomerang-Pantsu-P!

[Len] Takakon, Tanpure, Kaeuta, Sakuripa, Anmaku, Teihen, Yomatsuri, Nosshioku, Iroshiki, Hiyorin, Ikarosu, Aamin, Space, Kashiore, 100s, Komagawa, Aohono, Futomomo, Yumemiru, Intaba, Yuuyami, Shiganaru, Tomochou, Toushahi, Reruriri, Enbun, Yandere, triona, Sumikko, Mataoma, Junky, Zasso, Igiari, Boffui, Kengai, Bitawan, Benishida, Seiun, Joy Maker, Ryuusei, Konoyaki, Nekusuto, Ajian, Shoushou, ehamiku, Ginsaku, Kurozumi, Rougoku, Nikuromu, Suzouri, Yell, Aru†Kana, Topaz, Kanimiso, Agemono, Renfuru, Keshigomu, Peperon, Piroriropi, Hyahhaa Satsuki ga Tenkomori!

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3 - Rin] Jitabata, Honobono, Mauaki, Ginrin, Rankyou, Daiendan, Tamagoboka, Kurousa, Kenshou, Hikki, Takkun Yananan, Shuuichi, Kosumin, Lamaze, TAKE3240, 00, Nauroma, Paprika, Sukumizu, cocoon, Fuuto, Nattoku, takanon, Boiler, Rabusawa, Bakuon, Exhaustion, Kurohyou, Gachirori, Yasuo, kouki, Isaku, Sakurya, Stain, Shuwai, Youta, Bunru, tsk, Matsuo, Denpa, Owata, m@rk, haiji, Ryokucha, Ice, Machigeriita-P!

[Len] Kannadzuki, Asatarou, Temporary, Sorenante, Multiplayer, Ouenuta, Renaissance, Love&, Kichiku Shota, Hinata Haruhana, [Rin] Stalker, Makushimasu, marcury, Teikuon, NaitsundeRin, Above Oblique,  Haitsuru. Mikunaru, Ann Melts, Musuka

[Len] Taka, Tochi, Natsu, Mag, Kuro, Guro, Haro, Hiro, Geru, Geri, [Rin] Yaa, Boku, Yutsu, Fei, Bare, Blue, Shin, Nami, pico, Puni, [Len] hapi=>, O, Shiri, Suke, Mazo, Niki, Uta, SaMa, Plow, sele, wara, {Rin] Nira, Giga, Moja, kal, Chaa, Shaku, maya, Koya, Reo, [Both] samfree!

[Verse 4 - Both] Fuzaitsuuchi, Mashu, Jakime, Red Card, Hoikourou, Seramyu, Kuensan, Nagatsukishurin, K.M, Rampage, Prophet, Captain Future, Clavier, Ketora, Soramimi, Ikkou, Galaxy, sansui, Cocoa Cigarette, Nice Kinki, Yucha, Nantoka, ◆◆◆◆◆^, Monotone,

Hotomoto, yatsu, yanagi, Basue, kous, Seizu, Tsurishi, Valentine, Hatepotepuu, Fujishiro Kanae

^ pronounced "Diamond"

[Len] Kurisutaru, Susshi, Itokawa, snowy*, Eccentric, Bucchigiri, River, ROY, Tom,

[Rin] Paipan, Pantan, Chiyahoya, Tsuyatsuya, Mowamowa, Awaawa, Zawazawa, Powapowa, muhmue, Petapeta, Nurunuru, Sorosoro, Fukafuka, Hoihoi, Mosomoso, Puchipuchi, Tsurutsuru, Sakusaku, Soisoi, Tenten, Tennen, Toraboruta,

[Len] Rozenkruez, Chiku, Pando List, Fuyusa, Pantsu, Nori, Konpu, Mizere, Live, Zouni, Ikikiro, Ubu, Maria, Yourujo, Ehehe, Tohoho, Rerere, Sasasa, Sososo, Nonono, Cheetah Girl, Red Doctor, Qes

[Rin] Kihirohito, Original, Kokosemai, Cedar People, Four Dimensional, Banrino Snuffkin, 3-jiken^^, Suzunosuke, I'm Working, KIT-san,

[Len] Terawosaru, Minamimuki, Donfurai, Katahotori, Yunimemo, Kosoado,

[Both] Bacon, Lencon, Siscon, Buranko, Hitsumabu, Shibashon!

[Verse 5 - Both] Kagikko, Kurafuto, Karaage, HiroRin Chousoku, Kotsuban, Warezu, Heichou, Ransuu, Nantoka, Siblings, Usamaru, Assamu, Mukiryoku, Hitoshizuku, Yuuzaa^^^, Yuzuriha, Tetsubun, GonGoss, Dokodoko, Tenkou, Gokuaku, Candy Kimidori, Tanaka, Asunaro, Gomaae 83, Chioware, AEGIS, Negapoji, Black, Shu-t, Pikmin, Vocapela, Black and White, Daisuke, Negibue, Cap Wing, Parecki, Crusher, Amedama, Half-Done, Ashitano, Riito, Megaren, Saitou, Opanku, Fuwashina, Muuto, Koneko, Nagatomikuru, Nanka, Masuda, Rain Road, Tama, Gobou, Scourer, Nogisubouru, Kaminonenbutsu!

^^ pronounced "san-jiken" ^^^ pronounced "user"

[Bridge - Len] Bono, Salmon, Asatarou, tatii, oORaikaOo, Ichi, Mau, Sus, Jesus, My God,

[Rin] Kurage, Eyeris, Circus, 

[Len] Nike, Hotto, Yumegu, UTABanni, Distortion, Nio, Mado, Bino, Meni, Frustration, Yamika, Medama

[Verse 6 - Both] Romipo, SOU, P-chan, Karasuyasabou, Niito, Nata, Saitamanisuto, Tera Areole Toukou, Yumikaze, Spring Roll, Chie, Understanding the Right Surrealism, Cillia, An, En Shimamura Hideyuki, Intaba, Taikyou, Nishizawa-san, Migimacchi, Carnival, Cherico Ramune, Ringo, Rin, Hira, Kea, 7, Sho, Yowane, ke-ji, maretu, Bocchi, pinocchio, wowaka, deco*27^^^^, Air Rider

^^^^ pronounced (deco nii-na)

[Chorus 2 - Both] We said them all? We said them all? Everybody's P name - we said them all? We said them all? We said them all? All of the P names, Kagamine P names, Everybody's P names,

See, we said them all!!

[Ending - Rin]

Wait... we didn't say "all"? We actually forgot loads of people to put in, you see?

t('^')t

English Translation: 2briacityTranslation / B.A. Gabrielle (Her Twitter) (Song Translation Here)

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Next Lyric: Lewd.

Expect sporadic posts all month long as I force myself to write 7-ish more songs because I’m a hipster who doesn’t want to do the popular ones and make sure that I don’t step into octosan‘s territory.