#dreamin of mullets~

[holyantenna]

[crxstxlxtxs]

Milles teller

WITH a mullet?

I know what i’m dreamin about tonight

[strangerfictions]

Fanfiction and Fun

Request: Can you do a Dacre Montgomery imagine where he comes to bed, finding you reading Billy fanfiction. You try to hide it at first, but he sees it. He then starts whispering into your ear using his Billy voice, trying to turn the reader on, starting to make out and the story continues on.

Summary: Dacre is away filming and so you turn to tumblr for some comfort. Dacre now comes home and finds you reading Billy Hargrove smut and fun ensues. 

Warnings: major smut guys! 

Words: 1450

A/N: So, I actually was working on something VERY similar to this before I started the Christmas requests. I love this idea SO MUCH !!! When I read this request from @thegirlsadventuresinwonderland I was so excited to get writing! Idk why I took this so long but sorry it did! Hope you enjoy it ! 

You had met Dacre through mutual friends and over a few months you both fell hard for each other. After a year of dating you had both decided it would be good to move in together. After searching for what seemed like years you found a cute two-bedroom apartment that had a balcony leading out from the master bedroom.

You loved moving it meant you could go shopping for new furniture and that’s exactly what you both did as soon as you got the keys. You’ve been living with Dacre now for about six months and the apartment is finally starting to look good.

Dacre had been away all week for filming and so you decided to put some finishing touches to the office/guest bedroom. By the time you were finished you were exhausted and just wanted to curl up with Dacre and watch Netflix. But that wasn’t a possibility considering he was half away around the other side of the world filming something. You always had a coping mechanism for days like this and tonight would be no different.

You started your nightly routine a little earlier so you could get into bed as soon as possible. You got into the shower enjoying the warmth as you washed your hair. Once you were finished and dry you got into some pyjamas which consisted of panties and one of Dacres shirts. You then got into bed phone in hand. You opened up tumblr and typed in your go to search “Billy Hargrove fanfiction”. You had the Stranger Things wardrobe department to blame for this. If they hadn’t made Dacre look so good with a mullet you wouldn’t have to read fanfiction based of a fictional character played by your boyfriend. You have never told Dacre that you loved him as Billy Hargrove and that in a weird way you were turned on by it. That was your dark fantasy for now.

You had been scrolling through tumblr for hours. You were now laying on your side with your back to the door as you continued to read through a particularly dirty Billy Hargrove fanfiction. You were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t hear your boyfriend sneaking in the door behind you.

“What are you reading?” You jump with fright as you cling to your phone for dear life. You turn around to find Dacre smiling smugly at you. You wondered how much he had seen. From the grin on his face you knew he had seen enough.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you sit up in bed trying to change the subject.

“Well my plan was to surprise you by coming home early but you apparently had other plans for tonight” Dacre places his suitcase near the door and walks towards the wardrobe taking out some pyjamas.

“I had no plans for tonight actually! I was just reading…” You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you bring up the fanfiction.

“I saw actually I read…Really Billy Hargrove fanfiction?! Why not the guy your actually dating?” Dacre continues clearly affected by the fact that you weren’t reading fanfiction on him.

“Well technically it is your fanfiction just you with a mullet and some really tight jeans that make your ass look amazing!” You get out of bed and walk over to wear Dacre was slamming drawers closed looking for something unimportant.

“They did make my ass look pretty good!” Dacre smiles up at you as he sits onto the bed. You both laugh at how ridiculous this all was.

“I’m sorry baby I just really missed you and I loved you as Billy you were so hot with a mullet!” You stand in between his legs as you place a kiss on his forehead.

“Mhmm well looks like someone is getting all hot and bothered thinking about it” Dacre pulls you towards him and runs his finger over the wet spot on your panties. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Dacre’s finger graze over your clit.

“That’s it princess I want to hear you moan for me !” The minute you heard Dacre call you princess you knew he had slipped into character something you saw him do so often but this time you were incredibly turned on by this change.

“Baby I need you” You whisper in Dacres ear as you stand over him catching a glimpse of his growing bulge in his jeans.

“Patience baby! I want you to get off on my thigh first since you seem to want it so badly!” You look at Dacre in surprise you then realise he had seen the important parts of the fanfiction. Thigh riding was something you really wanted to try but you were too nervous to bring it up with Dacre.

“You didn’t think I had seen that much did you? Don’t worry I saw plenty to keep you occupied for the night. “As much as I love the red panties, I think you look better with them on the ground. Don’t you agree?” You nod as he says this. You can feel his finger hook the hem and he pulls the red lacy panties down to your ankles. You place your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you step out of them.

“Much better. I want you straddling my thigh Princess…now!” You were surprised by how forward your boyfriend was being but you it was having an effect on you especially between your legs. You can feel Dacres eyes on you as you hover over his thigh.

“Now!” Your boyfriend grabs you by your shirt and pulls you down onto his thigh gently. The sudden feeling of the material on your clit make you gasp. Your hips begin to grind gently against his thigh. Your eyes close as you feel the pleasure begin to build in the pit of your stomach. Your moans begin to get louder and louder as the pleasure gets too much for you. You open your eyes to see Dacre smiling smugly at you.

“Someone liked that a lot!” Dacre laughed as you stood up from his leg. You looked down to where Dacre was looking. His jeans had a huge wet patch from where you had been sitting.

“Shit sorry I’ll clea...” You start to laugh out of embarrassment but Dacre then stands up and begins to kiss you to shut you up.

“I don’t care about my jeans princess! They are coming off right now anyways” Dacre began to kiss along your jaw and down your neck as your hands go straight to his jeans. You begin to unbutton them and unzip them as Dacre gently leaves marks on your neck.

“Now people will know your mine!” You were about to get down on your knees when Dacre stopped you.

“No way tonight is about you now get on the bed ass in the air!” You follow Dacre’s instructions and within seconds you hear his jeans hit the floor with a soft thud. You turn around to look at him as he pulls a condom onto his cock. He wraps his hand around his hard cock pumping it a few times before rubbing it against your opening causing you to let out a soft moan. Without warning Dacre pushes into you slowly allowing you to get adjusted to his size.  You cant help but moan loudly as you feel the pleasure slowly build.

“Dacre please…faster baby” Dacre’s pace begins to get faster as you both moan from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight for me!” Dacre’s hand comes down and comes in contact with your ass. The slap echoing through the room as you moan. You can tell Dacre is close because his pace was getting sloppy.

“Dacre…I’m so close”

“Me too baby…are you going to come with me?” You nod your head as you both feel the pleasure take over you both. You both come together both collapsing on the bed in a sweaty mess.

“Fuck baby we need to do that again” Dacre pulls you into him and kisses your forehead as you both catch your breath.

“You should catch me reading more often babe” You both laugh at how ridiculous the night ended up being.

“Well now I know what really gets you going and so do my jeans” You feel your cheeks begin to burn as you hide your face in Dacre’s chest. You were about to say something when you heard a small snore come from your boyfriend who was passed out underneath you. You place your head back on his chest and fall asleep. 

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[taestykooky]

My Evolution in Stanning Jaebeom / GOT7

Ever since yesterday? Was it yesterday? I’ve lost track of time...I’ve been hugging my body pillow and rolling around in bed squealing and moaning “Jaebeom-ah”. I’ve literally accomplished nothing, the dishes are still in the sink, the cat has been destroying everything and I don’t even care... I’m a fucking mess. Did I even eat anything? Thank god I didn’t have work, tomorrow however is going to be a challenge. How am I suppose to go back into society like this? His oh delicious body, that darn belly button and happy trail with his damn gorgeous face keep replaying in my head. *sigh*

When did I become so fucking thirsty for this man? When did the admiration and love for him turn into this? Like yeah, I’ve always been a huge fan, his smile always brighten my day. Don’t get me started with his eyes... his voice, oh god but like I can still partly function after hours of calming down. But this, I don’t even know what to do with myself. Every time I look at him now, even when he’s acting all cute, I’m lusting for him. Like shit sis, a picture of him just sitting there at a fan sign has me all hot and bothered. Wtf?

A part of me is screaming, “girl, pull yourself together! He ain’t even know you exist.” But like I know and but I just can’t stop. It’s just crazy to think back when I first saw him during the dream high/bounce era, I thought he was cute. It was so innocent. When he debuted again with GOT7, I was excited to see and get to know him & the others. Of course, he became my bias but it was pure admiration of who he is and how talented he was.

Was it during the Just Right era that I found him to be more attractive than usual? I think that sounds about right, that scene with him in the car...And then came MAD’s If You Do, boy did my heart fluttered. I remember replaying Tic Tic Tok over and over just to hear his sexy voice. That song did things to me especially his “내 맘이 너를 원해 나와 같기를 바래, 나에게 너를 맡겨 You know you like it, baby”. Seriously? I replayed that part so many time I felt sorry for the rewind button.

Looking back now, he was the joy of my life, something to look forward to after school. I struggled a lot during that time but GOT7 was my light through it all and still is.

When Fly came out, I was absolutely in love with it. His voice starting it was heaven to my ears and he looked so damn fine...(maybe this was when the thirst slowly started?) I remember singing along so much that even now when it comes on randomly on my iTunes that I just instinctively singalong.

Oh boy and then Hard Carry. The whole Turbulence album is one of my all-time favorites. 니꿈꿔 (Dreamin’) was on repeat for the longest time, like his voice is so clear and delicious. I still squeal when it comes on and singalong like the fangirl I am...

The beginning of DefSoul. This boy was already out to destroy me...I should have seen it coming. His voice is really divine though. I remember being nervous to click on Bad Habit because that little inner voice knew he was going to wreck me. And oh god, he sure delivered. Don’t get me wrong I love everyone in GOT7 but hearing just Jaebeom’s voice is just absolutely heavenly. Holic is still being played every night before I head to bed. I guess 2016 was when the thirst began.

Next was the Arrival album, it’s another of my favorites, just like Turbulence, I can listen to the whole album on repeat and I did lol... Paradise & Go Higher were played back to back A LOT. Never Ever was always playing on my desktop when I was doing things and I’m not gonna lie I always stared at Jaebeom’s parts because I have issues...

Then holy shit, JJ Project made a comeback! Verse 2, dear lord, I remember being so sad because I couldn’t afford the album when it first came out. My paycheck wasn’t gonna be there for another week. I cursed at myself for going out to eat a few days before with some girlfriends... When I finally got it, I was so ecstatic. That album was absolutely the best. Fade Away was played so many time, I really can’t get enough of him.

7 for 7 *sigh* I swear my heart melted for this album. It was so soft. I listened to it a lot at night. Jaebeom’s vocals in You Are is one of my favorites. I’m not even gonna talk about the two mv for You Are & Teenager. It was just all squealing, singing along, and staring. 2017 was my holy grail, being blessed with 4x the Jaebeom was heaven and boy did I needed it that year.

Ah, 2018, it started with DefSoul blessing us with 5 tracks. I still can’t decide which one is my favorite between Think of You, Channel & Don’t Touch Me.

His mullet also made a debut which honestly, at this point, I’m already so whipped for him nothing he does will disappoint me or turn me off. I actually liked it and I’m usually not a fan of mullets *shrugs*

Eyes On You was a nice album, I enjoyed it. I was low-key jealous of Hyolyn...Look’s mv was played too many times, I really missed them. I was so busy in 2018 that this was the first time I saw them since their Teenager mv. I usually watch their V-Live & Web Series but life is cruel lol...

I actually missed a lot in 2018, I still need to catch up on everything I missed. But thanks to me being so busy, I delayed buying Present: You which turned out to be a blessing for my wallet. I ended up buying the repackaged album instead.

Miracle was full of emotions, and all the sub unit’s and solos were awesome~ Not Jaebeom related but King was one of my favorites. Sunrise *sigh* his voice really makes my heart yearn for him, 1:31AM especially. That 2Jae should make a debut already... Think About It made my heart hurt for some reason, idk this whole album had me in a weird headspace.

I realize I didn’t mention the Japanese albums but I do have 2 of them (I Won’t Let You Go & Moriagatteyo) and bought 3 tracks (My Swagger, Turn Up & The New Era). Their Japanese promotions are hard for me to follow and keep track of, not because I don’t like it but I don’t even know they’re promoting it until like it’s over.

And now we’re in 2019! Starting off with more DefSoul because he’s so sweet and amazing. I thought it was hard to pick a favorite before with vol.2 but vol.3 is just too hard. I just love the whole damn thing too much. His voice is so addicting and his English has improved so much it’s driving me crazy.

When I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jus2 makes a debut. Ugh, he’s really doing too much. The whole Focus album is just sinful. Every time I listen to it, all I do is have unholy thoughts. That body roll/wave whatever in Focus on Me had me swooning and his mullet is gone and he’s back with that fuckboi haircut looking so god damn good. I was watching the special for Focus on vLive and I didn’t realize it then but it was one of the times I was truly happy and enjoying myself this year. Just watching him talk about when he wrote the songs and explaining them made me so happy.

SpinningTop: Between Security & Insecurity, it’s been out for 2 months now? And I still don’t own it which makes so sad lol... There’s nothing but dust & lint in my clutch. Eclipse *sigh* I’ve been playing it on repeat and I’m sure my neighbors are sick of it. I feel like I’m burning holes in him when I watch him. Oh god, and the astronaut video, I never loved him more. Is it wrong that I want to be his fingers...not to be nasty or anything...

Lol, anyway, I haven’t listened to the rest of the album yet because I want to hear it together on the cd cause I’m weird like that. It’s killing me, I really wanna hear what Page is like. Their spoiler video was a fucking tease. They literally didn’t give any lmao...I totally wasn’t staring at his legs the whole time. Why am I like this??

The World Tour, the thing that started this whole rant. They are gonna be here in California again and once again I can’t afford the tickets. Looking now, the ones in LA that I want are $805-227, the ones I want in Oakland are sold out but I would settle for the $407-342 ones...but I don’t have that kind of money plus my car is in repairs *cries*.

But I probably would die if I went because look at him... All these fan photos and videos of him are enough to bury me in the ground. The shirtless video and pictures are really what did me in. I didn’t realize I was so fucking thirsty for him. I knew I was thirsty but not this thirsty. I never knew I could feel this way for someone that I know is unobtainable.

It’s been 7 years since he’s debuted, 5 years with GOT7 and it’s been the best 7 years of my life. Watching him continue to improve and become the man he is today has been truly a blessing. Even though, I’m a hot mess over here being a thirsty ass...my feelings did start out pure and innocent. Those feelings are still there and just evolved into something more. He just does things to me but can you blame me? He knows what he’s doing...

But seriously, looking back from the very beginning to now, I am grateful for everything he has done. All the joy and happiness he brought me throughout these years are worth the suffering.

Thank you, Jaebeom-ah for everything, even if your popularity fades one day, you’ll always be my number one.

[cheeeeea]

Dreamin bout mullets and what could’ve been 🥺 On another note, I am so freakin HAPPY 🤠💕 #bean https://www.instagram.com/rebeccabowles/p/BuiNF0mBxmq_sV24toj8LREoGFfBZVdW58UUcQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11qr26zfl80d7

[daouoffroads]

got7??

ah yes, these wildlings lol

My first bias: jackson

Your current bias and why: jb. have you seen or heard him? plus he’s a dick head and i relate to that.

Favourite song: dreamin / no one else

Favourite MV: just right got me into them so it will always have a place in my heart

OTP: jb/jackson

Member you think has the best smile: jb because of his cat mouth / jinyoung

Favourite choreography: lullaby

Favourite era: present you, mullet and all.

Do you own any merchandise: albums and photocards

Have you seen them live: no ;o;

Favourite voice/singer: jb

Favourite dancer: jb / yugyeom

[beetheblack]

Sip

The last drop of the 40 ounce smelled like fish paste. Of course folks don’t never taste the final bit; the tongue quits on folks then. Cold spit from the iron tonsil stones. His grandmother’s uncles knew, voices bellowing from loins choked into blood but not bloody submission. This had been the trouble with this breed: the mouth hole, which seemed to the less iridescent, dieux soi disant  much too burning and expansive. How do these things taste a damn thing? (Blacks got six stomachs and wide noses.) They must just smell it; that’s why they noses so wide. Them uncles ate mullet on sweet days, but the last bit too cold, frigid even. That’s why it killed his great uncles and was close to killing him. He pursed his lips. Still too cool to taste, which is why you don’t taste it, you smell it. The smell was searing, seeping in and underneath the smell of the dumpster he worked in. The true tenants smelled the last drop before anything else, before his shoes or gloves or two mobile carts that he used to haul their junk to the city dump 15 miles from the apartments. All these objects had a peculiar taste to him, for at times, when no one was around the dump, he put his mouth around these things. He wet his tongue with his shirt, holding it up with his teeth when he had to relieve himself. He tore his gloves off with his two incisors (sometimes this helped the stomach rumbling in the fifth stomach), and he spit in his cleanest cart on summer nights, when none of the real tenants felt merciful enough to let him stay in the stairwell of their building lobby. All the lovely tastes. But he couldn’t taste this final bit, and although you already know why because I just told you, he didn’t know why. He hadn’t put it in the thin lady’s refrigerator. She cooked fish everyday for her five sons. She left him the leftovers every third Sunday. Teach a man to fish.

The tenants thought they would receive blessings. They never talked down upon him. A few of them tried to make his job easier, stacking metal junk on the side of the dumpster, leaving cardboard and overflowing garbage bags in his carts. In return he treated them with the highest respect, but not because they ain’t protest his existence; rather, he idolized them because they knew he existed. He forgot he did a while back, especially when he took the first sip of the 40 ounce. His mouth’s tongue stroked the brim; merely a feeble suggestion of the sensual because how could one possess sensuality on the fringes of existence? At any rate, his mouth honored the mouths of his ancestors as he began to reject his being. The liquid had an excursion ahead of it, or maybe an escalade. As he took the first swig, a man approached with a trash bag. The maintenance man, small-mouthed and well fed.

“Alright now, how we doin’ today.”

“Alright now Mr. Randolph, I’m makin’ it just fine. How you makin’ it now?”

“Blessed and highly favored.”

The maintenance man threw the trash on the grayish mobile cart. The cart’s gray looked slightly less luminous than the gray that surrounded the two men. One man turned to leave.

“Weather ain’t too bad out here today is it, Mr. Randolph?” His jaws curled as his mouth rung out, almost in desperation, desperate to shrivel.

“Show’ll ain’t” the maintenance man replied, allowing his back to communicate his supposed disinterest.

“Mr. Randolph.”

The maintainer kept walking without turning back. It wasn’t disinterest at all, for most people kept conversation short, lest they find themselves on the end of a moral dilemma about whether or not they should donate a quarter. The maintainer was scared of him.

God bless him. God damn him. I know that nigger heard me. Ain’t shit no way. Who he think he is? Uncle Charles was a property manager. I can’t ask Frieda for no money! Charles would damn near kill me. You don’t need. You don’t need. You just can’t get right. Go ‘round telling people ‘bout some no good nephew. They ain’t got nothin’ I don’t got. Niggers just like I am. Blacker too! Black as hell. God I know I oughta love Randolph. You know he busy; he gotta get to fixin’ up them sinks. He bring me some good stuff every now and then. I got ten dollars for that refrigerator last month and two for his old can opener. “Alright now, how we doin’?” We. One flesh like Pastor Davis and Frieda on Thursday evenings. Davis and Randolph old lady too. Who is we; who know me?

“I’m tryna make it, Mr. Randolph sir; it’s mighty rough outchea’ you know?”

“Blessed and most high, my brother, and I got some fresh shit for you here.” I show’ll need a little something to wet my tongue, all this humidity in this gray. Gray be making me mighty thirsty.

“Mr. Randolph, this some gray outchea’ ain’t it? Make somebody real thirsty don’t it?” Lord ha’ mercy. My tongue parched. “Mr. Randolph! Mr. Rand.” To hell with it. Fool ain’t my brother. Agape Frater what Davis say. I ain’t seen Randolph in church. I may as well quit dwell on it. I need a suit to go to church. Ain’t no use in goin’. God, I done asked you for a favor. I’m thirsty, feel like I’m burnin’ up! Mr. Randolph made in God image eyes no. Ears neither. Nah nah, they see me. I’m show’ll glad they see me. They my brothers, but they don’t talk loud. Mr. Randolph got a child voice. Dear, baby Jesus, give Randolph old lady strength. She bow down to a child on some days. She need a black strap, hey hey! A strong mouth, real strong mouth! That’s what I got, lord knows. Lord willing I get somethin’ to sip. “Show’ll ain’t” good weather. All this gray make my mouth dry.

A younger man approached, dressed like a storefront preacher. His sermonic fabrics ensnared two iron pans and a ceramic container for the well fed, god-fearing, and faux jouissance seeking folks.

“Hey Mr. Beard! If I had yo’ hand I’d turn mine right aloose.”

The younger man gave a slight chuckle. Soothsaying? His mouth curved slightly but expertly, as if the curl had been rehearsed.

“Is that for me, young man? You can just set it right there. Don’t want you to get nothin’ on your $40 shirt.” The pan and ceramic dish fell into the blackish cart, the more used of the two carts, sturdier, earthier, but much more damaged than the gray. “Those kids ain’t driving you crazy is they?”

“No not yet,” replied the religiously dressed man, “I’m takin’ it…”

“Kids something else nowadays, son. Back in my day they showed respect for grown folk, you know.”

“Yeah, I take it one day at a time,” replied the younger person.

“Job like that make a man need a heavy drink, something cold, eh Mr. Beard?”

“I don’t drink.” The young man began to rotate his Holy garments.

Strange fellow must be.

“Well look here, Mr. Beard let me ask you: You know where Robinson Street is? I need to get there in ‘bout five minutes for a job interview.”

“Well I would; I have to take my brother on a job interview on East.” The lie almost had no reservation. The youngster’s mouth didn’t even taste the deceit.

“Oh really? East eh? Where he working at there? Big money over there, don’t it. The old East”.

“Oh jus’ a cook. He might get it. Ain’t much money in that though, cooking up beef.”

“Oh no, not like teaching them bad ass kids. They getting on your nerves yet, Mr. Beard?”

“Nah, not yet they ain’t.”

“Job like that make you need a real strong drank ain’t that right, son? I’ll tell you what I do make you need ‘bout two or three. Ain’t got no massa’ degree like you. These people throw out some heavy stuff I tell you. Like that leather sofa up there down there. Likely 40 pounds on each side! And I tried to cut it with a saw Ms. Pope gave me. You know Ms. Pope up there on C- 16? Yeah she had a saw her husband used to use before he died. And do you know that thing was still heavy even broken up? Lord. Have. Mercy! You know Mr. Beard, Mrs. Pope got ‘bout six and a half kids. All boys. Sometime they help me lift some of this shit up to the dumpster. Some heavy shit Mr. Beard. Might be a little too heavy for you. That big leather sofa: my goodness! And don’t get me started on them hot water heaters. Things still got water on the inside of ‘em most of the time. Some hard work, son. You know, I ain’t got no massa’ degree like you now. Show’ll is some hard work what I do.”

“I imagine so,” the younger man replied. “Well I’m gonna get on in and cook this food.”

“Alright Mr. Beard, what you cooking tonight, poke chops? Eat them and you be sleeping sound after don’t it? Might sleep past time it is to go to work. Say what time you get up for work, ‘bout seven; probably later than I huh? You probably still in the bed when I get up eh, son? Just dreamin’ away, dreamin’ way! Dreamin’ you pull up to the school in an all black limousine with tinted windows and something cold to drink in every cup holder. Everybody see you, and you sigh: ‘Look at me now, look at me now.’ Look at me now there!”

The younger man uttered a laugh (reminiscent of the chuckle), false as the lies his clothes told worshipers, and began his rotation and descent.

“Alright, Mr. Beard.”

The young man left him in a stupor of vinery bliss, a black bliss.

Ah, I’m almost at the last lil’ bit. Don’t never last too long. Ole’ Mr. Beard. Dress mighty fine. Always got something on his neck. Don’t dress like most black folks oh no, dress real sharp. What happen when you get that massa’ degrees. Get some mo’ money and wear them $40 shirts and what not now. If I had my hand I’d turn yours right aloose. Them kids drivin’ you crazy at that school house ain’t it? “Not yet, Mr. Beard, not yet.” Mr. Beard I need to get the spot on Robinson, get a lil’ mo’ here since I’m runnin’ out you know? Know ‘bout this here don’t you. Yo’ work probably be wearin’ you out eh Mr. Beard? “First, I have to take my brother on a job interview on East.” Somethin’ strange ‘bout a man who don’t sip, but he a good man. Young man. I’m old. We both is black tho’. Between you and me, Mr. Beard, I kinda like being black. Mr. Beard, you a lil’ light. A little light, haha; talkin’ to a teacher gotta be proper ain’t it, Mr. Beard. This weather out here make eye get mighty thirsty though, Mr. Beard. “That’s true Mr. Beard, show’ll mighty true indeed. It’s gon’ get dark soon though, Mr. Beard. You gon’ be alright out here in the night?” Yeah, son, I’ll be just fine. We already black no way. You black ain’t you Mr. Beard? “I am, I am, I is. Show’ll is.” Right on Mr. Bea

“MASSA’! Somethin’ smell like fish!”  

Mrs. Pope and Mr. Randolph sittin’ in a tree/Mr. Beard cookin’ up some poke chop for me/Me and Uncle Charlie fishin’ in the sea/Then we gave Davis fried brim so he could preach! My mouth feel mighty swoll.

“SEE ME!”

A tenant looked from her window and motioned for her mother to watch the mise en scène noir. Each act, he performed expertly, as if he wasn't acting, as if he was instead the playwright. 

“I AM, I AM, I IS, I WAS!”

The bliss began to fade, and his mouth began to shrink.

“I was, I was, I was” he faintly whispered (or whimpered).

Man need a heavy drink, Mr. Beard. Why don’t you sip Mr. Beard? It make me forget. What you mean? Forget how big my mouth is. Especially when you get to that last lil’ sip, Mr. Beard. Can’t hear yourself right? Can’t hear myself right. Thank Mrs. Pope for the poke chop! I remember it real good. Mr. Beard when you comin’ back to take me to Robinson for that job interview? You can’t get no job say Charlie, old fool. But Lord when I do. I’m gon’ gone up there to Randolph house and spit at his door. If I still have some spit left by then. You will, Mr. Beard. You think so, Mr. Beard? You is mighty smart after all. But your mouth used to be much bigger see. That’s ‘cause I ain’t got no massa’ like you; by the way, what you got cold to drink in there? That’ll help my mouth right on ‘long. This last bit will give you just what you need.

He smacked his lips, unable to recognize the gray suffocating his outbursts: “COLD POKE CHOP”, unable to taste or to even feel his tongue in his shrinking mouth. The fish smelling gray rushed down, but settled at the center of his black throat. His black throat began to shrink into the void of being.

POPE EYE IS RANDOLPH BEARD I IS!

His eyes shook at his final demonstration of being.

 EPILOGUE: Few wept.