#cat mutha

[hoodreader]

MY CAT’S CHART 💋

his birth date is approximative. this is what the foster told me and they were monitoring him since he was a couple weeks old, so i went with it.

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TAURUS SUN.

comfort over everything. and he gon lay on whatever make him feel comfy, he don’t gaf.

grooms himself. naps for like an hour. wakes up. then he grooms again. cycle continues.

he’s very patient. it takes a lot to get him to be upset with u. he don’t hiss or anything, he’ll complain meow when annoyed.

i have a very greedy cat. he is so loud and demanding when he wants to eat ur food.

PISCES MOON.

pretty shy and sensitive. he can be easy to overwhelm if u don’t know him.

he don’t like feeling smothered in any capacity and he don’t like being held too long. pushing him will cause him to hide.

he feels safe when given space (if u don’t know him) and then letting him decide if he wanna be closer. he’s a vibe reader.

very empathetic. when i was or felt sad, he’d always come in and check on me. he’d meow like “what’s wrong?” then just purr and lay with me. cats definitely aren’t always asocial.

because he’s so docile he usually won’t assert boundaries himself. i’d have to step in.

TAURUS MERCURY (Rx).

a real yapper. especially about food. makes sense b/c taurus rules the vocal chords.

makes a wide variety of sounds. chirps, chatters, trills (he sounds like a pigeon).

always purring. sometimes all i have to do is look at him and he’ll start purring.

his voice is light for the most part!

mercury is ur sense of community. Rx mercury people might be more on the shy side, and he prefers a small community.

CANCER VENUS.

a real cuddle bug. his love language is probably quality time or physical touch.

he is very clingy. will walk between my legs as i walk around. and i trip over him often.

he’s very sensuous in my opinion. he loves looking outside the window and loafing as he just takes the outside world in. very zen 🧘🏾

again loves to eat. food brings him great joy.

CANCER MARS.

conflict avoidant, but he can be territorial and defensive about whatever he considers to be his domain. he act like he run shit

the first day he met another dog, i saw a side of him i never seen. he puffed up big and crab walked, trying to dominate the energy.

my cat was definitely like “aight now…” like… i was pretty proud of him for trying!

but in tense situations, he kinda doesn’t hold his own. i remember i got a female cat (i surrendered her b/c the shelter thought it was best). she was lowkey hoeing him. 💀

ARIES JUPITER.

the shelter named him “Superman” because they said he was the bravest out of his litter mates, as he was born to a feral cat mother.

he is very adventurous and curious, despite his shyness. he just isn’t adventurous about people. but he loves to explore otherwise.

“carpe diem” is his expression for sure.

he’s so destructive though. and too curious sometimes. once he jumped on our closet shelf to knock down the muffins we purposefully hid from him. then he ate them

he also bit through my tarot cards

he jumped on the fridge and ate our baguette. imagine my shock when i saw the baguette with a cartoonish bite mark in it.

PISCES SATURN.

he appreciates a good nap. which is something i love. because one thang i know two thangs certain, he gon take a mf nap.

saturn shows how we rest / work. so his being in pisces really shows that he values the rest aspect of saturn.

he so hardheaded sometimes but that’s because (1) he has the comparable of a two year old but (2) he doesn’t believe in rules.

because well… he’s a cat.

but i love the way he doesn’t let my human values stop him from living his best life

and i love our chart energies.

his sun is conjunct my venus (in the eleventh house). like it’s giving best friends, lmao. his south node is conjunct my fifth house moon too, it’s giving we really been besties.

his south node is conjunct my bf/co guardian’s moon too. tbh we all are just super watery (lmao) so it’s a lot of emotion in our trio dynamic. i also love how his venus and mars is in my first house/in my bf’s eleventh house.

it’s wild cuz i deadass feel like this cat can read my mind sometimes. he just knows me. and i wish i could explain to him how much i love him.

i’ll love him to the end of time. he’s my best friend, confidant, and there will never be a cat like him. 🤍 the universe sent u to me. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[candycanedaddy]

✨🔪🤡💋🐾~• Your Favorite Clown Girl •~🐾💋🤡🔪✨

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[king-of-a-kingless-world]

WHAT HE LOOK LIKE THAT FORR DAMNNN HE LOOKS LIKE HES GONNA TRIP ME AND KICK ME WHILE IM DOWN I DONT LIKE EEETTT

im not sure how serious redice were with this solo levelingesque kdj (concept???) art but I'm so glad this isn't how he ended up in the end. the way this fills me with rage. this is not kim dokja this is his fuckboy evil twin who says at least two slurs per day

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Special Artist Spotlight: In Conversation with Bbymutha (Part 2/2)

Where we last left off, the Chattanooga-born rapper discussed some of the difficulties of being in the industry, like being boxed in by fans and dealing with all the nonsense that comes with social media.

Continuing down this train of thought, I ask Bbymutha to tell us what it was like for her during “the come up,” and whether things have changed.

The rapper says she started rapping “for fake” (her words) during the blog era - a sweet spot in the early digital era before the big labels were able to swoop in and claim authority. For a moment in time, what was “in” was dictated by ordinary people on the internet. Some big names got their renown from this era - think A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane, Joey Bada$$, even Drake. This era took place before the time period covered on Underground-Archives, but it definitely deserves mentioning as a precursor to the modern internet era of music.

Mutha details the struggles of coming up as a female rapper at that time, reminiscing how producers wouldn’t want to give you a beat because you were a girl. However, she looks back on this era fondly too, because at the time, it was cool to be different. It seemed like that was the “thing” - everybody was trying to be different. Now, she feels female rap has become oversaturated and more “cookie cutter” since those days.

She is concerned that too many people get famous too quickly, and artists are looked at like trend cycles. It is dehumanizing and unsustainable.

“This person might not wanna be a rapper in 10 years” she states, to which I respond “they might not even wanna be a rapper now,” thinking about all the examples of people catapulted into accidental stardom through memes and viral moments.

“Right,” the rapper agrees, “they just wanna get some bread or get famous, or like…I don’t know.” 

Mutha also notes how the standards for female rappers specifically have increased since the days of her early career. She says it's refreshing to see artists like Doechii and Doja Cat giving it their all, stating that “When I was coming up the rap bitches was not giving RnB, Beyonce 8 counts and shit. The playing field has leveled up but at the same time the shit has also been watered down.” She notes that she gives it 100%, “but I’m not about to get up there and do choreography though” she laughs.

Somehow we have circled back to the idea of that perpetual obsession with chasing a moment. The rapper criticizes how readily listeners, who she astutely describes as “consumers,” dispose of artists once they outgrow that moment.

“They don’t even outgrow you as a artist, they just outgrow that moment”

“You outgrew that one thirty second snippet now you don’t like the s- now I’m washed up,” she continues. She admits that this model of consuming music is daunting to her, and that she’s not always sure of where she’s supposed to be “because everything’s on 10 now.” 

She states that she is too “lazy” to compete, and tries to be satisfied with where she is now, but it’s hard not to internalize other people’s ideas of where she should be in her career or the idea that her time has passed.

“The internet and the ‘microwaveization’ of hip hop rn makes you feel like you're missing out on so much and like the world is moving so fast around you...” 

She states that when she was coming up, yeah, people were getting famous - but not every other week! It is intimidating and overstimulating enough, and then she’ll have family in her ear saying things like “oh, you should put your songs on TikTok!” It’s not hard to imagine the toll this can take on artists. If this anxiety reaches even a seasoned artist like Bbymutha, who has over a decade in the game and has certainly earned her stripes by now, it must be madness for the new up and coming artists of today.

But Mutha admits that the pressure she feels is mostly external. She may feel like she’s not doing enough, but then she will go on tour and remember she’s exactly where she needs to be.

“Its fucked up to watch people build people up so fast and then tear them down…y'all don't know these people!” 

“It’s an icky time to put yourself out there” Mutha says, “especially as a woman.” She describes the trade off artists are forced to face - gaining that unhealthy level of fame and visibility in order to survive off their art (would you choose to stay at that 9-5 if you had the chance?) - as selling your soul. A person becomes a moment, a trend, an idol even, until they are forgotten about or discarded. Where can we find the balance? Is fame the only option for musicians? Mutha admits that she doesn’t know what the answer is, but she does know that her dream is “not to be harassed by strangers!”

I pivot the conversation back to “Rules,” since we’ve circled back to that topic of fans placing artists into their own box. I ask Mutha if there is a song she would choose to take its place, and she audibly groans (LOL). Let’s be clear - Mutha doesn’t want any song to become what “Rules” has for her fanbase, and dreads the possibility of having to perform yet another song over and over again like that. So we decide to compromise on a song to replace “Rules” for a year. The rapper takes a second to think, and settles on “Ghostface” off her Sleep Paralysis album (2024).

The song is so simple - the rapper says she got the beat, and got it done in “like five minutes” - but so Mutha. The beat’s drums are minimal on this one, very Plugg; the haunting melody taking center stage to provide the type of hype required for Mutha’s rage-adelic lyrics. If you close your eyes, you can almost picture yourself in one of her iconic twerk-pits (the rapper’s take on a mosh pit) while she raps the hook: 

Bitches want my life

Come and get it

Bring a knife! 

But the rapper also wants to shout out some other underrated tracks, stating that her more straight-rap, non hook having songs don’t necessarily get as much love at her shows, so she tends to keep those on the shelf in favor of ones she knows will get the crowd hype. The honorable mentions in question are “Dragon” (listen here), in which the rapper spits two minutes of straight verse over a more experimental, dance inspired type of beat featuring elements from hard techno and ambient music; and “Urban Legend” (listen here ), a track specifically tagged “#storytelling” on Soundcloud with a more traditional trap beat that, combined with Mutha’s braggadocious lyrics, feels like something a boxer would listen to as they step into the ring. That’s one of the things Mutha seems to do best - hype. Confidence. Swagger! 

It’s almost time for the interview to come to a close (sadly), and I only have one last question for Bbymutha. 

What are the seasoned rapper’s thoughts on the future of alternative hip-hop? 

She clarifies that she doesn’t want to come off as shady, but she admits that she is skeptical. Having witnessed the ways in which the industry chews artists up and spits them out, as well as that “microwave-ization” she spoke of earlier, the rapper has her doubts.

“You take these people from TikTok and chew ‘em up and spit em out…”

The oversaturation - and also, let’s be real - the co-optation of the ��underground” is daunting. She recalls a time she saw some post about “the underground iceberg” that featured about a million names she did not recognize, and lo and behold, she went to look some of these names up, and about half of them were “little white boys.”

The rapper doesn’t want to be totally pessimistic, but she is definitely unsure - “it’s all up in the air” to her.

Sure, “what’s meant to last is gone stay,” as she so aptly put it earlier, but it’s evident that those of us who care have to work to make that happen and find a way to take care of the artists putting genuine stuff out there in order to protect the integrity of the art, despite all the business-minded forces working against that. All we can say for sure is that Bbymutha is not going anywhere any time soon.

[storydays]

Masquerade P2

(3rd POV)

As soon as they got back to the hotel, (Y/N) quickly went to his room, the door slamming through the hotel loudly.

"Whoa, what happened?" Vaggie asked her girlfriend who was staring up at the stairs where her brother fled. "(Y/N)...just needs time." she said softly. 'I hope this doesn't turn into another Archer situation.' Charlie thought sadly. 

* A few hours later*

Angel burst into the door with a groan, rubbing his face. He didn't notice Charlie waving at him with a nervous look on her face. 

Angel plopped at the bar, next to (Y/N) who now was calm, was sipping on a strawberry Daiquiri, his favorite alcoholic drink. "Ugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make." He addressed Husk, one of his lower hands reaching out for (Y/N). 

The prince smiled to himself before grabbing the offered hand, and use his thumb to rub little circles on the back of Angel's hand. 

"Hmm, you look like shit." commented Husk, turning around and grabbing a hard liquor. Angel sat up, and took a deep breath, brushing his hair back. "Pfft. Not possible. Just a long shoot. Nothin' new." He shrugged. 

As Husk finished pouring the drink, Angel snatched the glass and chugged like a pro. "Oh! I said a strong one." he hissed. 

"Excuse me." Husk exclaimed, pouring more. " I didn't realize this was a 'drinking to forget' kind of night." He raised an eyebrow. 

"Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all." mocked Angel, waving 3 of his hands around. 

"Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink." he sassed, tipping over the glass. "Tesoro...if you have a problem, you're not gonna find the solution at the bottom of a bottle." (Y/N) said, squeezing Angel's hand. Angel rolled his eyes. 

"I should know, I've been lookin' there a long time." Husk muttered. 

"Oh sure, and where should I look? Hmm? In your bedroom, maybe?" Angel hummed, tilted a bottle, eye lids low as he looked his boyfriend up and down.

"Under the covers? Maybe we can go look together?" The spider walked red gloved fingers up (Y/)'s shoulder with a smirk. 

"Angel, no. Not when you're like this." (Y/N) pushed the Spider away gently, his efforts fruitless as he grabbed the prince's wing and curled closer to him, wrapping his wing around them both, looking into (Y/N)'s mismatched eyes with lust in his. 

"Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!" "NO!" 

(Y/N) used his magic to put Angel back in his seat gently, and put some distance between them, arms crossed over his arms, sadness in his eyes. "I'm not Valentino, tesoro. I won't use you when you can't properly consent. Come to bed when you're ready." With that, (Y/N) teleported else where. 

The Italian spider looked down at his hand, wondering if he'd gone too far this time. "Fucking hell." Husk sighed, making Angel turn to the cat. 

"You can cut the act already. It's never going to work on (Y/N), so all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit." 

"Call me fake one more time, mutha fuka," Angel stood to his feet, towering over the cat, main and bottom eyes now open and glowing a magenta color, teeth bared. 

".....Fake." smirked the bartender.

 "Fuckin' asshole!" Angel started to get taller before hitting his head on the bar. "Augh! God!" He groaned, falling on the floor, holding his head.

"Ya done?" deadpanned Husk, looking down at the spider. 

Angel growled angrily, "Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!" He threw the bottle at Husk who merely moved his head, as Angel continued to rant. "Ya know how much I'm worth? Ya know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them?" The spider drunkenly got up and pointed at Husk who was unbothered. 

"Fuck you! Have fun being a lonely piece of shit." He spat before running away, pushing Vaggie to the side, who happened to be walking by. "Woah--the hell? Angel, where are you going?' she asked. 

"Out!" he screamed, slamming the door. 

"Husk, what did you do?" she asked, side eyeing him. 

"Made him a drink." shrugged the cat, feigning innocence. 

"Oh, no. He looked really upset." Charlie commented, looking at the door the spider slammed. 

"It's just Angel. He'll be fine." Husk rolled his eyes. 

Charlie looked down, thinking of how earlier went, and how the two men were behaving. "I'm not so sure." She walked into Vaggie's comforting arms, "I really messed up at the studio today and he got...Ugh, it was.. it wasn't good, okay." Vaggie smiled softly at her girlfriend, pushing her hair from her face, before scowling at the gambling demon. 

"Gee, sounds like someone should go after him." She said sarcastically. Husk blinked at her. "Someone named, 'Husk.'" She glared. 

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried? Or send (Y/N)." He crossed his arms. "Because it wasn't (Y/N) or me who sent him storming out." The two demons glared at each other as Vaggie approached. 

"You caused it. You drag him back." "No! No...Don't force him back. Just...make sure he's safe." Charlie pleaded before hugging herself. "I pushed too hard today, and I only made things worse. He'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then." Husk growled as he accepted the princess' request. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to write 100 apology letters and a lesson plan for tomorrow about....boundaries." She smiled brightly as Husk rolled his eyes.

Charlie walked towards the foyer area, grunting when she ran into her brother. "Oh, sorry, Char." His voice was off, "(Cute nickname), are you okay?" She asked, softly. "Hm? Oh, yes, Char I'm fine. I just have an....errand to run. I'll be back later." (Y/N) ruffled Charlie's hair before leaving. 

Not one time did he make eye contact with her.

*With Angel and Husk*

Angel walked gleefully into a club, with Husk keeping a safe distance to not be spotted. Angel snorted a line of coke off the table before leaning back and cackling loudly. "I'm so fucked up!" 

Husk grumbled before sitting at the bar and paying the bartender. "Gimme a whiskey." The bartender filled up a glass before pulling away. "I mean the whole bottle, jackass." hissed the cat, snatching the bottle into his grasp. 

"Haha, yea, yea, so I said, 'You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives!' I've got better options." The high spider smiled, thinking of a certain prince.  The men he was sitting with laughed, you got that right!" "Hey, babe! Be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice." He smirked, shaking his glass at one of the men he was sitting with.

The shark demon took the glasses, and pointed at the glasses, grinning when they were full. Once the bartender finished filling them, the shark opened a potion and poured some in Angel's glass. 

Husk watched wide eyed before huffing and pushing his bottle away with a scowl. "Here you go, darlin'. Just for you--woah!" cooed the shark, holding the drugged drink to Angel,yelping when he was dragged from behind. 

"Nice try, fuckhead." hissed Husk throwing the demon to the side, pulling Angel to his feet and using playing cards to cut the nets surrounding the shark gang. "What the? Hey!" Angel yelped. "H-H-H-Hey! Hey!" he protested. 

*Outside the club*

Husk pushed Angel out of the club, gripping his upper arms. "Husk! What the actual fuck are you doin' here?" He demanded, "Let go of me!"

"No, I'm takin' you back to the hotel." Husk grunted as he was pushed back by the Angel. "Get off!" Angel grunted, putting space between the two.

"That fucker put somethin' in your drink." Husk scowled. "Ya don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink?" Angel rolled his eyes, dusting himself off.  "I do this all the fuckin' time."

"You just let people drug you all the time?" Husk asked. 

"You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit!" He gestured around the neighborhood, Husk looking at him concerned. 

"I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me. I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself." Angel growled, leaning down to glare directly into Husk's eyes. "I can handle myself." 

"Really? Because I just saw someone self destructing. It  seems like--I don't know." Husk pulled on his suspenders, "Ya might need a bartender to talk to."

Angel laughed incredulously, "Oh, so now you're going to act like you give  shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm going to open up to you? Please. "  He scoffed, walked away. 

"Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real and not some bullshit version of yourself. Always pushin' people's boundaries." Husk growled, not noticing Angel getting angrier. 

"Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot! So you might as well just cut the act." 

"It's not an act!" Angel cried, turning to face the cat, tears in his eyes. "It's who I need to be. And this..." He gestured around, "This is my escape! Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate...everything." Angel stared at something in the distance. "A place where I can get high, and not think about how much it hurts." he sobbed, lower arms hugging his midsection. 

"And maybe..if I can ruin myself enough in the process, if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go." Angel said softly, sitting on the curb, hugging his knees to his chest. "Principe, is the only one who..loves me for me. Not for my holes, or the fact that I'm a porn star, but me." He muttered, tears in his eyes as he cringed at the way he treated his sweet cheeks.

Husk looked down before sitting next to the spider. "I was an Overlord once,ya know." Angel looked up at him in slight surprise. "Yeah." smiled Husk as he got lost in thought, "And uh...it was nice to have that power."

"But when you're dealing in souls, while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty hard. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to..keep you afloat, even making deals yourself." Husk shook himself out of his thoughts, looking down at his feet. 

"So I know what it's like to...regret the choices made and knowin' ya can't take it back."

The two quickly hopped behind a car as the gangsters shot at them. "Shit!" cursed Husk before he pulled out his playing cars. "Stay down, I'll deal with this." He missed Angel's own grin. 

"Haha! You're fuckin' dead!" called a shark, as Husk started cackling wildly, bringing out his bomb dice and slicing up a few others with his playing cards, grunting when one hopped on his shoulder. "We got you now!" He laughed manically. 

"You motherfuck--" Husk's eyes widen when the shark was suddenly off him. He turned to see Angel with a tommy gun in his hands. "Eat lead, sucker! Hahahaha!" He laughed excitedly, shooting wildly.

Once the shark was dead Angel held a hand to Husk. I told ya, I can handle myself baby." Angel grinned, before pulling out all 6 of his arms, each holding a gun, before shooting again, laughing manically. "This did not go as planned." groaned a demon before falling to the ground dead. 

"Heh.." Husk sighed as Angel put his guns and two of his arms away. "Well, that wasn't something I didn't expect to see." 

"Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at." He winked. Husk smirked, "Good to know, because this guy ain't half bad." "Careful now, (Y/N) is a generous lover but he is also hella jealous." giggled Angel, making Husk laugh loudly. 

*At the Hotel*

Angel and Husk laughed as they entered the hotel foyer, still covered in blood. "He had like, three bills, and it took him like 30 minutes to count it. His eyes are so shit." Angel rolled his eyes at the memory of Valentino.

"And this is the guy you gotta take orders from?" Husk snickered. "I know. What a fucking joke, right?" the spider snorted, grunting when Charlie suddenly hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever--" "Charlie." Angel snapped her out of her rambling softly. 

Charlie opened her eyes to see Angel looking softly at her. "It's fine. I get it. Thanks....for carin' about me." Angel hesitantly placed a hand on Charlie's head, ruffling it slightly. 

The princess sniffed before sobbing loudly. Angel quickly picked her up like she weighed nothing, and held her out to Vaggie who was smiling in amusement. "Ehhhhh....I think this is yours." Angel deadpanned. 

"Okay, missy, let's get you to bed." "He--he--he said--he--for-forgave meeee!" Charlie sobbed, "Oh, it's so beautiful, Vaggie!" 

The two demons watched as the demoness' walked away before Husk nudged Angel, "Hey how 'bout that drink?" Angel smiled apologetically, gesturing to the stairs. "Rain check..I gotta-" "Yeah, I know. Go to your prince." Husk grinned, heading off to his own room. 

*In (Y/N)'s room*

The prince hummed to himself, sitting  on his balcony, sketching in his book again. Rocco, Fat Nuggets and KeeKee were curled around his feet, snoozing away, when they heard the door open. 

"Hey, bambola." Angel said quietly, coming to join (Y/N) on the balcony. "Hey, tesoro. You feelin' better?" He asked, briefly looking at the spider before turning to his book. "Yeah, amore, I--uh..I wanted to aplogize--" "You have nothing to apologize for, Anthony." Angel gasped hearing his real name. 

"You only acted like that because that's from the fake love you received." The blond stood up, and cupped Angel's face in his hands, smiling softly. "But I will show you what real love is." He kissed Angel's forehead before leading him to bed, and with a snap of his fingers, the two were dressed in their pjs. 

"Angel, I have something to show you."(Y/N) grinned excitedly, making Angel smile at his excitement. 

(Y/N) snapped his fingers, and revealed.......

Angel's contract..with Valentino. 

Angel inhaled sharply, looking at (Y/N) with a questioning look in his eyes. "Mia cara, (My dear" (Y/N) held Angel's face in his other hand. "You are free now." with that promise, the two men watched as the contract burned up, instantly freeing the spider. 

(Y/N) grunted when Angel pulled him into a tight hug, sobbing in ecstatic relief. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, grazie, grazie, grazie, grazie mille..(Thank you, thank you so much)" Angel kept repeating himself, (Y/N) smiling as he held the sobbing spider. 

"Farò qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro." 

*End!*

Translations:

Farò qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro (I'll do anything for you, darling.)

Grazie millie Thank you so much.)

Mia cara (My dear)

bambola ( Doll)

Tesoro: (Sweetheart, darling, etc. any nicknames like that)

[93schild]

Oathbound Thoughts… SPOILERS

I was wary when i saw 5 narrators.

Joniece doesn’t say Chapter anymore she just says the number.

It’s giving Nona. SNATCH THOSE MEMORIES!!

Nicks narrators sounds like a grown ass man. (It’s William.)

I am here for everything. 23 hours left.

I’ve said it before and elsewhere. Probably not here. These books deserve a full cast. Williams chapters prove that to me.

Its a who done it. AND DAMN IT I NEED TO KNOW WHO DONE DID IT!!

Part 2! JONIECE I MISSED YOU!!!! Loordt how i missed you. That scene with Alice and Mariah almost killed me. ALICE!!!!

This James Bourne ass book!!! Aghhh I love it!!

Also Nick is with the shits. He said let me cook!! Damn!!

LARKIN IS GONE CARE FOR MY BABY WILL!!

Also Sel and his Momma. Two black cats. I love that for them.

I don’t know any other way to describe it. But hurtling, careening, flying, toward a resolution. Mrs. Tracey is so good at that. All the pieces are falling to into place but we are nowhere near the end!!!

NOW WE GOT SOME KINDA OCEANS 11 HIEST!!! Aghhhhhh!!

NICK IS WITH THE SHITS BAYY BEYYYYY!!! This is how I imagine Nick talking to the regents and Donavan.

Super edit. Stop now if you have not read this book…

I can under no circimstances explain to you why I never thought about Lancelot having to kill Arthur. Like what if Arthur was crazy. I AM NOT OKAY.

THESE GODAMN MR AND MRS SMITH ASS CHAPTERS!!!

When yall get to where i am. Wheeeeew chile. This shit is a mess. A mutha fucking mess!!! GOOD GAWD!!

Tracey this is giving me Hostels vibes…

We are back to Ocean’s 11 and tumbling toward a misunderstanding.

This is not a game. I repeat this is serious. We have a fake dating trope. I thought I’d never see the day!

I repeat what i said. Would could age up everyone!!!!

AVA IS THE ONLY ONE MAKE SENSE!! And Nick you and Bri are done for.

Like sure he stops feeding on root crafter but girl HE IS THE KING OF DEMONS!!!!!!!

Bri is huuuungrey. If you know you know.

GIRL!! If Bri told me thatz we talking with fists!!!!!!

47 and 48 are a revelation. Like girl to be free you gotta free ya self(of everything).

Bri Bri hunnnnnnn GREEEEEEEE!!! If they fuck and she gets preggers im gonna kill… something.

NICK IS A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMEN! CAUSE AIN’T NO WAYYYY!!

My man Sel is hunting deer in the woods with his fucking teeth, and Alice is half dead on a twin sized bed in Georgia!! And yall almost fucking!! STAN UPP.

NICK SHIPS CEL WITH BRI CONFIRMED!!!

TRACEY!!!

BREAK NEAK SPEEDS! Tracey is wrapping shit up!! CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!

TRAAAAAACAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Tracyyyy is they gonna fuck on da roof!! In the middle of wintah!!???👀

[thefanboyhub]

If i see one more person call Sophie mutha fuckin Elizabeth Foster a "marry sue" or diss her in any way I'm going to lose my shit.

You don't have to like her but don't talk about her god damn character if you ain't even know it. Like are you even reading the book? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HER AT ALL?

Homegirl has been through a lot, even before Fitz basically ripped her life by the roots and tossed her into a new world without warning.

How about you fucking think what your life would look like if you had thought constantly blaring into your mind, being bullied because you're too "smart" or stupid shit like being a geek. Imagine hearing how your family REALLY thinks about you, all. The. Fucking. Time.

Imagine being so scared to stand out more than you already do that your whole fashion and personality is shaped around being bland and boring. Imagine only having a damn cat to comfort you because you couldn't hear it's thoughts (which in actuality she probably did which I'll talk about later).

Imagine a cute guy changes your world, you get new parents and then they cancel the adoption, then you get fucking KIDNAPPED. WITH YOUR ONLY FRIEND ON TOP OF THAT.

Survive almost dying right after being kidnapped and realize you have more abilities that make you stand out EVEN MORE IN A WORLD THAT YOUR SUPPOSEDLY SUPPOSED TO FIT PERFECTLY IN WITH.

Then over the course of the next three years have your friends risk their lives after you BEGGED AND PLEADED WITH THEM TO NOT BE STUPID. On top of all that, y'know all the ADULTS trying to kill you and the "actually good guys" telling you to be a leader (but actually just need you as a damn puppet), you have normal teenage drama?

4 FUCKING YEARS OF TRAUMA AND GUILT AND DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. AND Y'ALL CALL HER A DAMN MAREY SUE AND SHES "so basic" OR "she's kinda bratty" OR, OH THIS ONES JUST SO FUCKING GREAT! "She risks all her friends lives"

Y'all. I swear. Don't talk about a character if you can't even BEGIN to understand them.

You don't gotta like em, but don't you DARE try to talk about em like you know em. Ugh.

Anyways, #sophiedeservessomeloveandtherapy!

[secle]

Secle. Radio EP. 001 Tracklist.

Nostrum Grocers - Where'ing those flowers

Bjork & The Dirty Projectors - Beautiful Mother

Colbert Mukwevho - On My Mind (All the Time)

Sipho "Hotstix" Mabuse - Thaba Bosiu

knxledge - minding_my business

Nadia Nakai - Sipthipithi (feat. Moozlie)

Bbymutha - Spooky Mutha Mansion

The Movers - Soweto Inn

Jean Grae & Quelle Chris - My Contribution to This Scam

Cosmo Pyke - Social Sites

Doja Cat - Paint The Town Red

Stimela - Where Did We Go Wrong?

Tyler the Creator - Group B

Laurence Guy - Wichita Falls

Matt Maltese - Always Some MF

[queennicoleinboots]

Ram Story (Sir Paul the Goat)

(Sequel to "Goat Story")

Sir Paul the Ram was voiced by Andrew Ram Jackson in this independent film about rams and the apocalypse. He narrated the story.

Bitchass Catman turned off the inauguration and turned on Looney Tunes. The famous looney tune music started, and Daffy Duck's face was in the middle of the orange circles.

Bugs Bunny acted a fool on TV and made a wrong turn on alberqueque.

Then the video played the song of "I'll Knock The Tag Off Your Ass." He and his son started rapping, "THERE AIN'T NO INK IN MY BLOOD, NUGGA, NOTHING BUT NUTS! THERE AIN'T NO INK IN MY BLOOD, NUGGA, NOTHING BUT NUTS! I'LL KNOCK THE TAG OFF YO ASS! I'LL KNOCK THE TAG OFF YO ASS!"

Bugs started hopping and rapping:

"The main bunny on the block, Where it's hot ass desert!

I'll be the main mutha bunny rabbit!

So ya stiffed and gettin' hurt!

Kick ya in ya big throat

Let two feet in ya head

Were you scared? Broke 'cause of me

'cause of what you said

Broken I kept your corpse open.

I'm real in the shop!

Metal made in my rabbit feet

When I'm in your shop

Wish you would challenge this feat

Pistons in my legs

Hollywood Middle West, Bitch!

Mother Bunny Lost

If you like, we could talk, witch!

I allow it this once,

I give mercy 'cause I am the prince

I will keep you on your toes

Unless you want a bleeding nose

Got the posse home

That sends you to the hospital

Run off with yo hose

Check you in with a witty witch

You escape and spread

You gonna fix this monstrosity

Or I will kick you with velocity

But don't hop along

My nugga is home when I kick

Through yo head, gnome

Flying feet come home!"

His son screamed:

"There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!"

Bugs continued to rap:

"Ten feet get yo tag kicked off

And yo mama been pawned

And yo daddy and yo ma-in-law

Twenty feet will get yo tag tore up!

Like some rendezvous, order it up

Like we don't give a duck

Thirty feet will get yo tag in a river

Soak it wit yo nuggas

They probably would run with us

Forty feet would get yo tag into pieces

No mention of your name

They'd say, toy, don't know what you're wheezin' 'bout

You could get yo tag bunny whipped

With a nine or a forty-five or a Vader Sith

We play rowdy till we die

Nugga, get yo tag slit

We could stomp it to the ground

Then thrown off a cliff!"

His son screamed:

"There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

It ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!"

Bugs then continued to rap:

"You could gab about this.

You could gab about that.

But if I catch you gabbing,

I will beat you with a bat!

Say you sumthin' wrong

Nugga, how you like that!"

Tweety then flew at the screen and screamed,

"I thought I saw a putty cat

I thought I saw a cat!!!"

Sylvester the Cat then rapped:

This is my hood!

Do you want my cash?

But if I catch you peeping,

Nugga, goodbye your ass!

You're the kind of nugga

That will keep coming right back

So I will murder you

Keep you dead where you at

I think they better call Bush

'cause it's a national disaster!

When I unleash my long claws

Slash and thrash cats with me alone

I got stucks and drums

Hunnit fists and claws, you can't hide!

You can't run; I'm a ninja!

Riding with my granny

A trunk full of mice, duck!

You Joes ain't ready

Kill a witch like Freddy

And a Charles Edward Jones

In the middle of the night

Wake 'em up with some red paint!"

Tweety and Bugs's son screamed:

"There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts!

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts!

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts!

There ain't no ink in my blood

Nugga, nothing but nuts!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!

I'll knock the tag off yo ass!"

Bugs Bunny's tag was knocked off his ass, and the episode ended. I checked my tag and made sure it was on my ass. Thank Goodness it was. I sat on it to secure it.

The next video was an episode of Pokémon in which Ash Ketchum, Pikachu, Brock Lesner, Jesse Jackson, and James Brown rapped, "Straight Outta Palette Town."

Ash Ketchum started by announcing, "You're about to witness the strength of Pokémon!"

Loud 1990s funk rap music started to play.

Brock Lesner started to rap and move around like an ape:

I'm coming straight outta Pallete Town!

Crazy motherfucker named Lesner

From the gang called Pokémon With Attitude

When I'm summoned, I will be coming!

Throw pokeballs, and monsters are hauled off

You too, boy, if you fight with me

Police Jenny is going to have to come and get me

Off your grass, that's how I'm going out!

For the punk motherpikas that's showing out

Nuggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble

Mix 'em and cook 'em in a ball like gumbo

Going off on the motherpika like that

With a ball that's pointed at your grass

So throw it up smooth

Ain't no telling when I'm down for super effective

Here's a pokerap to keep y'all dancin'

With a record from Sabrina's mansion

Master pokeball is the tool

Don't make me act a motherpika fool

You and I can go toe-to-toe, yes maybe

I'm knocking nuggas out the ball, daily

Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly

Until these dumb motherpikas see clearly

That I'm down with the capital P-K-C

Boy, you can't fight with me

So when I'm in your pokegym, you need some luck

‘Cause Lesner is an angry Psyduck

As I leave, believe I'm stompin'

But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Palette Town.

Ash Ketchum, Pikachu, Jesse, and James screamed, "Palette Town! Palette Town! Palette Town! City of Palette Town! City of Palette Town!"

Ash Ketchum spoke, "Yo, James!"

James responded, "Yes, Ash?"

Ash Ketchum commanded, "TELL 'EM WHERE YOU'RE FROM!"

James started to rap and move like Parrappah Rappah from the Playstation 1 video game:

Straight outta Palette Town, another crazy ticket

More punks I smoke, yo, my rap gets bigger

I'm a bad motherrocket, and you know this

But the defectiveass rockets won't show this

But I don't give Psyduck, I will make my blasts

If not from the rockets, from Koffing or Sandslash

Just like burglary, the definition is rockets

And when I'm illegally armed, I pick pockets

Shoot a Pikachu in a minute

Pikachu yelled a strong "PIKA!" at James.

James continued to rap and move like Parrappah Rappah:

Find a good piece of pika and straight up knock it.

Pikachu muttered a grumbly "pika."

James still continued to rap and move like Parrappah Rappah:

So if you're at a show in the front row,

I will call you a gloom or bulbasaur

You'll probably get sad like a gloom is supposed to

But that shows me, abra, you're not opposed to

A crazy pikachu from the street

Attitude legitimate, ‘cause I'm Radicate

I control the automatic

For any dumb pikachu that starts static

Not the right ball 'cause I'm the best trainer

Every time I pull a pokeball off the manor

The security is maximum and that's a law

J-I-M spells Jim, but I'm jaw

See, 'cause I'm this Pikachu's villain.

The camera showed a disgruntled Pikachu's face.

James continued, "The definition is here, you're the witness of a willing.

That's taking place with Pikachu!

And once you're in my sights, your time is through

Look, you might take it as a trip

But a nugga like James is on a rocket tip

Straight outta Palette Town!"

Ash Ketchum, Pikachu, Jesse, and Brock Lesner screamed, "Palette Town! Palette Town! Palette Town! City of Palette Town! City of Palette Town!"

Ash Ketchum then shouted, "Pika is his name, and lightning is coming!"

Pikachu then rapped in his high voice and created electricity:

Straight outta PIKA!

Is a peek that'll pika your pika

And make your pika think I pika

Dangerous pikachu raising hell

And if I ever get caught, I make bail

Pee, I don't give Psyduck, that's the pika

I see a pikachu cop, I don't do pika

But I'm smart, lay low, peek a while

And when I see a pika, I smile

To me it's pika funny, the attitude showing a nugga driving

But don't know where Psyduck is going, just rolling

Looking for the one they call Pika

But here's a flash, they'll never seize me.

A flash of light burst into the screen.

Pikachu continued, "PIKA! Never seen, like a thunder in the dark

Except when I unload

You see a spark and jump over hesitation

And hear the scream of the one who got the spark penetration

Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting

But leave a memory no one'll be forgetting

So what about the gloom who got shot?!"

A bunch of pikachus appeared on the screen and shouted, "PIKA!"

Ash Ketchum's Pikachu then continued:

You think I give a peek about a gloom? I ain't a pika!

This is the autobiography of the P

And if you Psyduck with me

You'll get taken by a wheezing gloom brother who will smother

Word to the Pikachu, straight outta Palette Town!

Ash Ketchum, Jesse, James, and Brock Lesner screamed, "Palette Town! Palette Town! Palette Town! City of Palette Town! City of Palette Town!"

Jesse then jumped forward, spread her arms wide, and shouted, "My, That Was Fly!"

After that Pokémon episode ended, the doorbell rang. Bitchass Catman ran down the stairs, and I jumped off the table to follow him. I was always curious about who was coming in my house.

He answered the door, and the postal worker screamed, "SIGN HERE, MR. CATMAN!"

"All right. I know you're postal. You don't have to take it out on me," Bitchass Catman said as he signed the document and was handed a big ass package. He brought it in, and I rammed the door closed. I didn't like that postal worker. He sent a few birds my way, and I sent them flying in the other direction with my horns.

Bitchass Catman opened the package and a catchy rap metal song that was called, "VROOM METAL" started to play: https://youtu.be/4kTPSWnoykQ?si=_Wt_gqaAzMysVTc4

Ten toy cars flew out of the box and zoomed around the house. I ran after them and rammed into them. They rammed into me. We were playing Vroom Metal.

A toy figurine who had black long hair shouted, "G-G-G-GASSY ASS!"

A toy figurine who had red dreads rapped while farting on me, "Slow down. Grab the wheel! Make it look like the rims fall off!

The black-haired figurine shouted, "Rims Fall Off!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "Do you think I'm going to smash them all?! Now! Speed up!"

The black-haired and red dread figurines screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "Now! Speed up!"

The figurines both screamed, "VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "You already know me P-I-C-K-L-E-S!"

The figurines both screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped:

Look, uh, blank money, let them toys say Amen!

I'm just trying to make it clear, Metal.

I'm a great toy, whoa, say a boy,

I play a whole late night's song show, amen.

Room full of metal,

Tell them give me pedal,

Beat it, Beat it up, now no one hits the kettles.

I'm P-I-C-K-L-E-S, don't you know?

Fee, fi, fo, fum, punch me in the nose.

West side, baby, do what you will,

and you got cheese, what a cheap thrill?

It's pretty cracker mob, it's the way that I go,

I will be stepping in the show; I make them drop to their knees.

And you're mad 'cause I'm a spoon, but I don't give a fork,

SIlverware a cracker out if he's acting a poor spork.

Use a door, grab a babe, and get a sample,

got a body like Hades.

I plan to make it, hey.

Billy Jean and Bobby Joe danced and strutted around to the song.

The black-haired figurine rapped in a raspy voice, "Slow down. Grab the wheel! Make it look like the rims fall off! Do you think I'm going to smash them all?! Now! Speed up!"

The black-haired and red dread figurines screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "Now! Speed up!"

The figurines both screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

I bleated proudly in this song.

The red dread figurine rapped:

She's a witch for a dollar bill.

and her boyfriend's a snitch, call him Edward Snowden.

Uh, I'm in a black car looking scary,

on my way to the cake, no bake, Fairy.

Oops, bakery, never been no fake in me,

lead her to the back room, she's asking, "Where're you taking me?"

Uh, tell her slow down, dearie,

I'm too turned up! It's gonna go down, dearie.

When you hit the stage, the people do a 180.

When I hit the stage, dear, the show wants to pay me.

Uh, you crackers so Fulgory, got a white witch with me, call that broad Azalea, uh.

Cracker, you're so crazy, got two broads with me, make my old witch hate me, uh.

All about my payment, you say we're getting money, that's an understatement, uh.

The black-haired figurine rapped in a raspy voice, "Slow down. Grab the wheel! Make it look like the rims fall off! Do you think I'm going to smash them all?! Now! Speed up!"

The black-haired and red dread figurines screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "Now! Speed up!"

The figurines both screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

I bleated even more proudly in this song.

The black-figurine rapped in a raspy voice:

Little Dolly has potential,

I'll make her roar if she wants to get a record deal.

Whatever happens, it's going to get real.

She has armor so big, it's like forged in steel.

Slow down.

Grab the wheel!

Make it look like the rims fall off!

Do you think I'm going to smash them all?! Now! Speed up!"

The black-haired and red dread figurines screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The red dread figurine rapped, "Now! Speed up!"

The figurines both screamed, "VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL! VROOM METAL!"

The black figurine then screamed for an extended period of time, "Slooooooooow doooooooown!"

Bitchass Catman smiled in amazement that his new toys were active and musical. When the song ended, he said, "Now THAT is what you call 'Worth My Money.'"

[hoodreader]

Just needed you to see my cat Mozzarello🤍

PLEASE YALL IF Y’ALL HAVE ANIMALS PLEASE SEND YOUR ANIMALS IN SUBMISSIONS OR ASKS

first of all … color point is my fave coat color in cats. look at that beautiful black nose and them big ol eyes 😭 omfg what a darling. here’s one of my babies! 🎀

[finishinglinepress]

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Alyssa Lindley Sinclair completed her Master’s degree in Creative Writing at the University of St. Andrews. She grew up in the Boston area, and lives in Dallas, Texas. Her poetry and essays have been featured by Bear Review, River Teeth Magazine, Mutha Magazine, Literary Mama, and Poetry Society of New York, among others. She is the mother to three young girls.

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[thesiouxzy]

“Mutha has arrived!” 🪭👽- Me to my cats when I return from a trip 😺😸

[proceedtotheexit]

i know i’m my cats tru mutha cuz we both chapati fiends

[edmundosdiaz]

had to drop my cat off for a sleepover at the vet i’m gutted i’m hysterical i’m a worried mutha

[outrageousmenshair]

… DFS SCS MFI MRI ECG DAT CAT DOG HOG PIG BIG BPM BMP PNG DOC XLS XXL XXX BMX XPS DFS… and around we go again. Nah, but seriously, he’s one mean lookin’ mutha with killer class in this impeccable retro rockabilly flattop pomp teddy boy quiff.

He’d look awesome with a horseshoe flat if he ever decided to ditch a coupla inches.