#famus place

[raya-hunter01]

Homecoming

One Shot

Carmelo Hayes x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut

Summary: Carmelo is nervous about returning to his college alma mater FAMU for its homecoming. An alumni ball between his fellow brother Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha is taking place.

Why is he nervous, you ask? A special someone he took for granted is going and he has no idea how to make things right. Follow Carmelo down memory lane as he tries to figure out how to fix the mess he made. Will Kayla forgive him or will this end in disaster as Trick travels with Carmelo to be his wingman for homecoming weekend.

This was a story request from royalkay23 who gave me the music and ideas that we put together. I hope you enjoy it!

NXT Show

Carmelo POV

“Damn, another night, another show,” I sighed sitting down trying to unwind a bit before I showered and got on the road. Pulling out my phone I checked my messages.

“Damn, I already told Darnell, I was comin’ so what the hell he keep calling for?” I hissed putting in my code to listen to his voicemail.

“Man, I forgot you had a show, I talked to Angela, and she convinced Kayla to come this weekend. You better get ready to do some groveling to get yo’ woman man. I’ll see you down there, later bro,” his voice making my stress levels rise.

What does he mean she’s coming down? Fuck, should I even go? Will she even wanna talk to my ass?

“How did shit get so complicated,” I whispered pinched my nose truly frustrated.

Things used to be so easy; then we made it complicated by giving in to our desires. If only we never crossed that line, we would still be close.

I missed her, I knew the first day I met her that I wanted her to be apart of my life forever.

--------

FAMU Move in day 2019

“Remember we’re gentleman, carry their bags to their rooms. Be welcoming and act like ya’ll got some sense. Give them a couple weeks to get used to campus life before ya’ll start aggravating them,” our oldest fraternity brother Scott said as we all snickered.

“We got you, boss,” I said trying not to laugh as Darnell hit my shoulder trying to hold it together himself.

“No funny business Carmelo, this ain’t an opportunity for you to schedule your next hookup,” Greg hissed as I nodded scoping the parking lot not listening.

“Damn, I got her,” I said pointing to a beautiful young lady standing with her parents about to start pulling luggage outta their trunk. Oh, she bad….Legs and ass for days.

“You ain’t slick, you tryin' to holla at her,” Darnell whispered as I grinned. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about. If ya’ll will excuse me, I’m going to see if they need some help,” I said quickly making myself scarce before anybody could get a word in.

Making my way over to the family I couldn’t help but hear her mom fussing over leaving her daughter here. Smiling, I listened quietly trying to give them a minute before I interrupted.

“Mama, I will be fine,” she said reassuring her mother as they had her surrounded in a group hug.  “You go to your classes and back to your dorm, these folks are a little too wild,” her mom said looking at a couple making out not far from us as I snickered.

 Sorry mama, that’s something I wouldn’t mind doin’ to your daughter…Damn, Melo play it cool…

“Mama, I can handle it, I’m not going to be out here actin’ a fool but I will have fun sometime,” the Carmel beauty said being honest with her parents as her dad smiled.

“As you should, all work and no play sucks, babe give her a break. We raised her right,” her dad said as her mom took a deep breath.

“Yes, ya’ll did, now trust me,” she pleaded with a beautiful smile. Damn, a smile that could start a full-blown war….

 “I do trust you, baby, it’s just it’s your first time away from home, and I’m worried,” her mom said looking around at their surroundings.

“Have you talked to your little boyfriend who couldn’t bother to be here,” her dad said with disgust.

“Daddy, Justin is getting ready to go to college too. It’s ok, he’s going to come up soon,” she said her tone trying to keep the conversation light and positive.

Well, let me introduce myself, maybe that can change the subject, it seemed the mysterious beauty didn’t want to talk about it.

“Excuse me, do you guys need some help?” I asked said as she turned around and instantly blushed when we made eye contact.  

Damn she fine, fine, ok act like a gentleman and don’t embarrass yourself.

“Hi! Um, I guess we do,” she said looking around at all her things on the ground and in the trunk.

“What’s your name son?” her dad asked, as I grinned.

“I’m Carmelo, and I’m from the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, sir. I’m apart of the fraternity welcoming committee. We help students move in on campus,” I said shaking her dad’s hand as he smiled at him.

“An Alpha man! I like that, I pledged to that fraternity when I was in college, my daughter here is a junior transfer and is pledging to your sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha,” he said proudly as my ears perked up at the new information.

“You don’t have to tell everybody, Daddy, I might not even make it. Hi, I’m Kayla,” she said shaking my hand as I felt myself falling into those beautiful brown eyes.

“It’s always nice to meet a fellow sister, welcome to the family,” I said gently kissing her hand. Her mother scoffed, clearing her throat and interrupting our moment as I reluctantly let go of her hand as her dad laughed.

 “It’s nice to meet you as well ma’am,” I said taking her mother's hand in mine, kissing it as her smirk grew by the second.

 “Oh, you charming, stay away from this one Kayla,” her mom said as I smiled nervously at her…Alright, don’t let her see you sweat.

“Uh, let’s get you moved in Kayla,” I said trying to change the subject, helping her dad pick up some of her bags. “I would love that,” she said smiling brightly at me.

 For the next hour, I tried to learn all I could about her as we moved her into her dorm.

Her phone also had been ringing nonstop, but she ignored it. “He knows I’m movin’ so why blow me up like this. I’ll call him back in a minute,” she said as we carried up the last of her things.

 “When you do….Tell him he should have brought his ass here to help us move you in if he wanted to know what you are doing every fuckin’ second of the day,” her mom said as Kayla rolled her eyes behind her back.

Poor thing was getting it from all ends, I could see she needed a break from her mother, and it seemed her boyfriend.

Her parents walking ahead of us into her dorm gave me a chance to be nosey.

“Is that you and your man?” I asked, pointing at the wallpaper on her phone. Looking at the photo seemed to have her conflicted, almost nervous.

“Uh, yeah he is, we’ve been together for two years,” Kayla said as I observed her uneasiness.

“Ok, well maybe when he comes to visit, ya’ll can come check out one of our parties. We throw the best ones on campus,” I said trying to make conversation not wanting it to end as I sat her bags down inside.

“That would be cool, thank you for helping us, maybe I’ll see you around,” Kayla said as I felt the excitement dancing in my chest.

“Yeah, you definitely will, might as well call me your new best friend,” I said turning on the charm as she laughed.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you around best friend,” Kayla joked as I walked out of her dorm with a pep definitely in my step.

Senior year was definitely shaping up.

------

“Aye, you planning to shower or what?” Trick asked bringing me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I am, just was thinking about Kayla and if I want to go to the Alumni ball,” I said as Trick sat down in front of me and stared intently.

“Well, you deserve to have fun too, maybe ya’ll can talk and work this shit out. I mean it’s been four years, she can’t still be mad,” he said as I sighed.

“I said some fucked up shit that I can’t take back, I don’t even know how to approach her,” I said feeling helpless.

“You go up to her, apologize, and try to make it right. That’s all you can do,” Trick said as I stood up shuffling around the room gathering my things.

“Thanks, man maybe it’ll all work out and I’ll have fun this weekend,” I said as Trick smiled.

“Now that’s it, be positive and have fun this weekend. I’ll even go with you and be your wingman.  I can tell you when to talk and when to shut the hell up, 'cause you talk too much sometimes,” Trick said as I laughed truly thankful for him and our friendship.

“Well, I might take you up on that, let me shower so we can hit the road,” I said heading to the showers.

“Aye, you gon’ get her back, you just gotta shoot your shot!” I heard Trick yell as I started my shower.

I truly hoped so but for now, I had to be realistic, I had a lot of groveling to do, and I was prepared to do it if it meant Kayla could be in my life again.

---

Delata Flight 193

Kayla’s POV

“Angela, I’m going to have fun and stroll with my sorors. I’m not going to resurrect issues from four years ago,” I said as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Ya’ll two need to talk and squash this shit, you know he didn’t mean it. He was jealous because he was in love with you…Still in love with you might I add,” she said as I scoffed.

“In love…..Carmelo…… Girl bye!” I exclaimed rolling my eyes. “Even if he was in love with me, it don’t make it right what he did.  Have a conversation like an adult and not say spiteful shit. And can we just drop this conversation, you are ruining my buzz,” I said finishing my glass of champagne as Angela sighed grabbing her phone.

Damn, I guess she was going to be team Carmelo all weekend. Love my ass.

“So, he wrestles, that’s cool,” Angela said as I looked over and saw her scrolling through Carmelo’s Instagram as I smiled.

Many of our late-night talks about our dreams began to invade my mind. He was always passionate about wrestling so it didn’t shock me that he made it to the WWE.

Leaning back in my seat I sighed trying to get in the right head space for this weekend. I wanted to have a good time, it would even be better if I could avoid him.

“Girl, he got to work with the undertaker, look!” Angela exclaimed as I leaned back over and looked at his latest Instagram post on her phone.

“That’s awesome,” I whispered happy him. He looked so happy. As she scrolled to the next picture My focus went to the tattoo of an eye on his upper arm, it seemed to stir something in me, but I didn’t know what.  

I felt like I knew the meaning of it but I couldn’t piece it together as I looked at the beautiful tattoo of a woman’s eye with makeup smudged. Angela quickly swiped to the next post before I could truly process it.

“So, are you going to talk to him this weekend? Angela asked as I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes trying to tune her out.

“No, I have no desire to talk to him, I’m over it,” I said as she laughed. 

“Bullshit, you were in love with Carmelo, and you still are,” she countered as I snapped my head back looking at her wearing a frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, you gon’ put your big girl panties on this weekend, and get yo' man back,” Angela said with determination as I shook my head.

“He was never my man Angela; we just were two friends who had sex one night and it ruined our friendship. Worse mistake ever, I should have taken my ass home that night,” I said smartly as Angela sucked on her teeth.

“Nah, I don’t agree with that. Ya’ll were two friends who loved each other and were scared. He self-destructed jumping to conclusions and you were hurt by his assumptions,” Angela said as I got my air pods out of my purse.

“I’m done talkin’ about Carmelo, I’m takin’ a nap now,” I said putting my air pods in, turning my music on low.

“I know you can hear me so I’ma say this. I know he was wrong, but I think you are takin’ the one bad thing he did and erasing all the good. It wasn’t always bad Kayla and one mistake shouldn’t define him or his love for you, or your love for him,” Angela said as I continued to tune her out.

Yes, he did a lot of great things for me, I couldn’t deny it. Did the good truly outweigh the bad?

---

Crossing Day 2019

Kayla’s POV

This is supposed to be an amazing night for me, but I feel shitty. It’s nothing but chaos all around me as I see Carmelo and some of his fraternity brothers helping set up the stage for our ceremony that starts in an hour. I hate we got a late start.

My phone ringing for damn near the tenth time within the last thirty minutes is pissing me off as I see Justin’s number.

“What do you want Justin?” I asked, truly fed up, especially after the bomb he dropped this morning.

“I just wanted to make sure you were good,” he said as I pulled the phone away from my ear in disbelief.

“Justin, how am I good? You called me this morning to tell me you’re not coming. You knew how important this was to me,” I said trying to keep my emotions in check not wanting to mess up my makeup.

“It’s not that big a deal, it’s just a sorority thing,” he said as I felt the tears coming. “Really, so something I want to do isn’t important to you. Even though everything you do, I come and support you,” I said raising my voice as Carmelo made his way towards me.

“You ok Kayla?” he asked as shook my head, sighing as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Who is that? Is that your so-called homeboy, I shoulda known his ass was there. I ain’t blind I know ya’ll like each other,” Justin hissed.  

“Look, I got to get ready, I need to get my mind together,” I said trying to end the call.

“Well, that’s cold, you don’t even wanna talk about it. You must be spreadin’ your legs for his ass. Maybe we just need to call this shit off,” he said as I scoffed knowing where this was going.

Gaslighting 101, chapter five, Hide Your Guilt and Accuse Her of What You Are Actually Doing.

This bastard was cheating, and I knew exactly who it was with.

“You know I’m not cheating on you. Just grow a set and tell me you want to break up instead of playing games Justin. I know you sleeping with Regina, the jig is up, ok,” I said as the line got quiet.  

“Look, it ain’t about her, I’m just sayin’ maybe we just need to end this. Experience new people and just have fun, I don’t want to be tied down right now Kayla,” he said as I took a deep breath and looked at Carmelo, who gave me a nod of encouragement.

"I'm here Kay," he whispered as I fought back tears. He was always there to pick up the pieces and wipe my tears.

“Justin, why did you have to do this today? It could have been any other day but today. Look, just lose my number because you’re officially blocked, it's over,” I said hanging up and blocking his number as Carmelo took me in his arms and I broke down.

 “Hey, I got you,” he whispered as I cried. “I don’t think I can do this today,” I cried as his strong arms pulled me closer.

“Oh, yes you can and will because you have worked hard for this. Today is your day, don’t let him take that away from you,” Carmelo said as I nodded slightly pulling away a sad smile adorning my face as he carefully wiped my tears.

“No more tears, go get ready. I’m excited to hear your Crossing Introduction tonight. I know it’s gon' be fire, just like you, and make sure to shake that beautiful hair for me,” he said gently playing with my freshly silked-out hair.

“Ok, I’ll make sure to remember that,” I said reluctantly stepping back as Angela came running up.

“Girl, ya’ll can flirt later, we need to finish getting ready. See you in a few Melo,” she said pulling me away as I laughed.

“Never change Angela, and congrats!” he yelled as she waved back at him.

These two are a mess but it was time. It was time to step into my sorority destiny.

Everything seemed like such a blur as we waited in line with our heads down. I was getting more nervous as each new soror went before the crowd introducing themselves.

Focus Kayla you did well on the march, now it’s time to let them know who you are.

“Alright Kayla let’em know,” my new fellow Soror whispered as I smiled, tossing my head back and whipping my hair back and forth as the crowd screamed. Here goes nothing…

Stepping out of line and going to the front of the stage I felt nervous till I looked out and saw Carmelo about three rows back smiling at me.

“My…… Name….. is!” I shouted, loud and clear pausing between each word.

“What’s your name?!” the crowd asked as I smiled and began moving my body and hands in sync with my words.

“Kayla!”

“Yea!” (crowd)

“Belle!”

“Yea!”

The crowd participating as I said my name had my heart racing. Pausing, taking in the moment, I saw Carmelo wink at me.

Giving him a sexy smirk, I tossed my head back and began shaking my hair again just for him.

“Peaches!”

“Yea!”

 Slowly lowering my head, I paused, building excitement as they waited to hear what my last name was.

“Taylor!”

“Yea!”

“And I am from the Peach State, the one and only Atlanta, GA! And this Georgia Peach has joined this great sorority and I’m this line’s number 17! I shouted with pride bending down into our stroll stance with a bright smile.

Finally releasing the breath I was holding, my eyes found Carmelo again as he licked his lips. His gaze grew more intense as Darnell whispered something to him.

Were they talking about me? I saw Carmelo dap him up sharing a mutual nod before he turned his attention back to me and winked.

"A'ight Peaches, I see you Ms. AKA!" he shouted as I smiled getting back in line.

Yes, it was over! I had done it!… I was an AKA….

----

Later that night

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

Carmelo’s Room

“You sure you good?” Carmelo asked as I sat my drink down and curled up next to him on the couch. “I’m fine, thanks for being there tonight,” I said glancing up at him as he seemed to be in deep thought.

“It’s no problem, it was no other place I’d rather be,” he whispered caressing my face as I felt myself melting under his gaze.

“What are we doing?” I whispered as his lips slowly descended towards mine.  “What we've always wanted to do,” he whispered gently taking my lips in a kiss as I moaned in pleasure.

“We can’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I whimpered against his lips as his arms encircled my waist pulling me onto his lap.

Feeling his hardness underneath me had me shook. He was hard from just a simple kiss.

 “Mmhm, you feel that Kay? That's what you do to me," Carmelo whispered as I shivered. "Melo we can't," I pleaded as he silenced me with another kiss.

"We both want this, stop fighting it, baby. It won’t change anything, we'll still be us,” Carmelo whispered, his sexy voice casting a powerful spell over me.

 Looking into his beautiful brown eyes I saw nothing but the truth in his words. Kayla just let go and give in to what you want.

"Tonight...Just for tonight," I whispered as Carmelo's grip on me tightened. "I got you," he whispered slowly undressing me.

I felt shy, as he tossed my dress, anxiously over his shoulder before caressing my breasts. “You are so beautiful, just everything I imagined you’d be and more,” Carmelo whispered kissing my neck as I moaned in pleasure, his masterful hands making quick work of my bra.

 His words eased my nervousness and awakened the boldness in me.

Playing with the waistband of his sweats, Carmelo bit back a moan in anticipation. “Go ahead baby, you can touch it. I want you too,” Carmelo moaned as I purred at his words.

Nervously stroking him, his moans urged me on as his mouth feasted upon my neck. “Mmm, yes,” I moaned continuing to stoke him as he slid my thong to the side.

“You got a condom?” I whispered into the air as he nodded, reaching over, fiddling around in the drawer of the small lamp table beside us, as I claimed his lips in a powerful kiss.

His moan of triumph as he retrieved the condom and ripped it open made me tremble against him.

 “Let me,” I whispered against his lips, climbing off his lap, slowly sinking to my knees, holding his gaze I slowly placed the condom over the tip of his length.

Damn he was way bigger than Justin, it caused me to pause in my actions and stare.  

“Don't be scared, I'ma make you feel real good baby. I promise, now gon’ put it on and come take a ride,” Carmelo groaned, picking up on my nervousness as continued to stroke him.

My pussy quivered at his words; it excited me. Using my mouth, I slide the condom down over his hardened length as he bit back a growl, entangling his fingers in my hair.

“Shit! It’s like that baby?” Carmelo moaned, looking at me in amazement.  “Uh huh,” I moaned looking at him, while taking him deeper into my mouth

“Got dammmn Kay,” Carmelo hissed as his head fell back against the couch in pleasure. “You like that,” I whispered as he looked at me through hooded eyes. “Hell yea, I love it but if you don’t stop, this gon’ be over before it starts,” Carmelo panted as I smirked releasing him.

“Mmm, I wouldn't want that, ” I whispered climbing back on his lap nibbing on his neck as he growled grasping my hips, slowly inch by inch filling my wet center with his hardened length until he was to the hilt.  Our moans of satisfaction filled the tiny room.

“Fuck, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Carmelo groaned against my neck as I began to ride him.  “Mm, you too,” I confessed wrapping my arms around his neck as he began meeting my thrusts in desperate need.

“Yea, ride… Mmhm ride dat shit……Just like that Kayla,” Carmelo moaned encouraging me as we chased our end. “Promise me nothing changes….Mmm,Melo!” I exclaimed as he began gently massaging my clit with his thumb as I used his shoulders to steady myself bouncing with a purpose.

 “Mmhm, nothin’ gon’ change, I promise Kay. Now let’s get this nut together baby,” he whispered as he took me higher and higher. “Yes! Melo, Mmhm I’m ready!” I cried as I rotated my hips against him hearing a low growl escape his lips that began to grow in volume as we shared each other’s love.

That’s what it was, love and it was scaring the hell outta me and by the look on Carmelo’s face I could tell it was scaring him too.

“Kay…Kay..Fuck!” Carmelo moaned, finally finding words as we were reaching our end.  “I know, God I know," I moaned shuttering against him as our lips met in desperation.

“I’m cummin!” I whined against his lips as he caressed his tongue with mine, deepening our kiss.

“I’m right there with you,” he moaned as we exploded together. Collapsing against his shoulder I struggled to catch my breath as he held me tight.

For awhile, nothing was said as I relaxed in Carmelo's arms. I felt overwhelmed, I knew I had messed up…I had fallen hard for him.  I felt my tears coming as Carmelo caressed my back.

“Don’t cry Kay, we good. See you doin' all this cryin' lately, I'ma have to get a tattoo of a tear on this shoulder. Better yet, ima put your whole eye up there with the makeup smudges and all," Carmelo said kissing my shoulder.

“See why you gotta tease me,” I said caressing his arms as he sighed.

“Look at me Kay,” Carmelo said lifting my head off his shoulder wiping my tears.

I would never tease you. I’m just glad you trusted me and allowed me to be there to catch your tears,” Carmelo whispered caressing my face, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

Yep….We fucked up….Big time.

---

“We're about to land Kayla,” I heard Angela say as I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings.

“I’m sorry I just meant to catch a small nap, not sleep the whole flight,” I said taking my air pods out and putting my seatbelt back. on.

“You good girl, it ain’t nothing like listening to music and letting it take you away,” she said smiling at me.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said trying to shake the memories that were clouding my mind, and the other pieces of the puzzle coming together had me feeling overwhelmed.

Pulling my phone back out I went to WWE.com, turning slightly in my seat so Angela couldn't see. I would never hear the end of this if she knew I was looking at Carmelo's photos but I needed to see the picture again.

In my search, I found an article with the picture in question attached with several other backstage shots. I began skimming through the article and a question threw me for a loop.

WWE.com Exclusive

"So, what is the significance behind this tattoo of the eye with what seems to be makeup smudged?"

"I got it about three years ago, I got it to remind me of a special someone I knew in college. She was my best friend and my number one supporter. She encouraged me to chase my dreams, and I never forgot that."

"Well, are you two still in touch?"

"Uh, no we aren't, but who knows what the future holds."

---

“I can't believe he really got that tattoo,” I muttered to myself in disbelief. “Who got what tattoo?” Angela asked leaning over, trying to look at my phone as I quickly opened another tab.

“Uh, nobody I know, I was just thinking about the dream I just had,” I said which technically I wasn't stretching the truth very much. My memories with Carmelo were creeping into my brain and it scared me.

“I hope it was a good dream to start your weekend because we gon’ have fun these next few days,” she said as I sighed.

Girl, if you only knew I would rather be anywhere than Florida this weekend. This was dangerous, I had to keep my guard up.

Maybe I should have just stayed home.

---

The Next Day

PHIRSTPHAM Cookout

Carmelo’s POV

“Damn, it’s thick out here,” Trick said as I grabbed us a beer. “Yea, they partyin’ hard, half of them probably ain’t making it to the ball,” I laughed looking around trying to find Kayla. 

“Aye, didn’t her homegirl tell you they’d be here?  I’ma need you to chill man,” Trick said as I tried to shake my nerves still looking around.

“I know I’m jus…just,” I said stuttered as I spotted her. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Trick asked turning around to see what had me shook.

“Damn, is that her?” he asked smiling as I nodded still unable to speak.  “You stupid as fuck if I may say so myself,” Trick whispered shaking his head as I growled.

“Look you ain’t gotta rub it in, you supposed to be helping me, and stop looking at her like that,” I hissed as Trick shrugged his shoulders.

“I am here to help you but I ain’t dead. Is that her friend?” Trick asked pointing at Angela. “Yea, that’s her, a straight pain in the ass but I adore her,” I said as Darnell came running up.

“Ooou! I know you see yo’ girl, she out here serving body for days!” Darnell exclaimed as Trick smirked.

“Man shut the fuck up,” I said seething as he laughed. “Now is that how you talk to your frat brother who just talked to the DJ and he’s about to play our favorite stroll with the AKAs,” he said as my eyes widened in shock.

“I know you didn’t,” I whispered as he smiled. “Yep, so get ready,” he said taking off towards the crowd.

"This idiot here is just fuckin’ stupid,” I said as Trick seemed confused. “What’s the issue, I mean a dance can’t hurt nobody,” he said as I sighed.

“In the stroll, I lead the Alphas and Kayla leads the AKAs,” I said as Trick's eyes lit up. “Oh, shit that’s perfect, maybe it will break the ice with Kayla,” he said as I drank the rest of my beer.

“If anything it may entice her to choke my ass out for being so close to her, but I guess I ain’t gotta choice,” I said as I heard the opening cords of Knuck if you buck by Crime Mob

“Class of 2020 and 2021 I need you on the floor it’s your time to shine,” the MC said as I saw the girls already dancing falling in line behind Kayla as she smiled brightly swinging her hips and arms.

“Aye, you betta get yo’ ass over there,” Trick said as Darnell was waving me over as I went to join my frat brothers.

“Taking my place in line across from Kayla felt weird as she seemed to not pay me any attention as she strolled with her line sisters.

“Let’s get it fellas!” I shouted blowing my whistle as we began steppin’ in sync with the girls doing our own stroll.

I saw Kayla look over at me in shock for a second before she recovered and continued leading her line sisters.

“Knuck if you buck!” Angela screamed as the AKAs kneeled deeper in their stance, killin’ it.

“I see ya’ll!” I heard someone yell as I cracked a smile.  It felt good to stroll with my frat brothers and most of all Kay.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she danced, whipping her hair back and forth almost teasing me. She knows what that shit does to me.  Trying to refocus I cut my eyes towards Angela as she smirked at me.

“Yeah, act like you know! Stop playin’ wit her, take us on out Peaches!" she yelled, swinging her arms as Kayla smiled, walking as only she could pretending one of her hands was a mirror as she fluffed her beautiful hair with the other.

The crowd parted, cheering them on while allowing them to pass as we followed closely behind them.

Damn, Kayla still could command a room like no other. “Uh, you can thank me now,” Darnell said as I looked back at him and rolled my eyes getting out of the line, trying to find Kayla again.

Kayla’s POV “We still got it, that was fun,” Angela said as I laughed. “Girl, AKAs gon’ always bring that heat,” I said smiling at her. “I know you saw him, so when ya’ll gon’ talk,” Angela said as I sighed.  

Jeez can I have a moments piece without somebody telling me to talk to Carmelo.

“I didn’t see Carmelo, what are you talking about?” I said playing dumb.

“Oh, so you don’t know me now,” Carmelo said as I sighed looking at the amusement dancing in Angela’s eyes as I slowly turned to face him.

"I’ll let ya’ll two talk," Angela said practically running away as I scoffed. “I hate you!” I hissed as she laughed.

“Look can go talk, I think we both can agree it’s overdue and we don’t want to make a scene here,” Carmelo said as I looked around at everyone having a good time.

“Fine, but I’m not going far,” I said following him through the crowd as he led me to the side of the building.

The silence was defining as we both were trying to think of words to say to each other. It had been three years since we last saw each other after all.

I don’t know what came over me but I slapped him as hard as I could the sound echoing around us as Carmello stumbled rubbing the side of his face.

“A’ight I deserved that,” he said as I took a deep breath trying to not make a fool outta myself. I couldn’t let him know how he truly broke me.

“Yes, you did and more. You’re lucky that’s all you got from me,” I said as Carmelo raised his hands in surrender.  “Kay, I know I hurt you and I’m sorry,” he said as I looked at him my expression unreadable.

“It's Kayla to you, only my friends call me Kay. Look, can you make this quick, I got something to do,” I said folding my arms over my chest.

“So is this how it’s gon’ be the whole weekend, you just ignoring me. I’m trying to apologize, Kayla,” Carmelo said as I tried to wrangle in my feelings.

“Why are you apologizing to a whore. I mean that’s what you said I was right?” I said as a look of defeat and horror crossed his face.

“I didn’t mean it if you would just let me talk,” he started as I cut him off.

“I’m just a needy whore that will ride any dick right,” I said slightly raising my voice as he cringed at my words.

“Look, I was drunk, and I said some shit I didn’t mean alright. You know I lo—,” Carmelo's voice trailed off as he looked down unable to look at me. What was he going to say?

“Carmelo, being drunk ain’t no excuse, I thought you were my best friend!” I exclaimed frustrated that I was letting him get to me.

I am your best friend! Regardless of how you feel about me, you are my best friend Kayla and I miss you. Can you please just forgive me? he pleaded as I tried to walk away. "Carmelo, please stop," I begged trying to walk away as he blocked my path. "Say you can forgive me, please," Carmelo pleaded, his eyes drawing me in as they stared into my soul. I couldn't look away if I wanted.

“Kay, you know I didn’t mean it, can we just agree to talk sometime before we both leave Sunday,” he pleaded as I finally nodded, not trusting my words as I saw Angela walking over.

“Hey, ya’ll good, Kay?" she asked rubbing my shoulder as I held back tears.

“Uh, yeah we were just talking about not letting the drama of the past ruin the weekend," I said wiping a few stray tears that had fallen as Carmelo sighed in relief.

“Well thank God, we all deserve a good weekend of fun,” she said my eyes still focused on Carmelo as he glanced quickly at the tattoo on his shoulder before looking back at me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, as I tried to shake it off.

“Well, uh, I’ll let ya’ll get back to the party and I will see ya’ll tonight hopefully,” he said giving me a hug, catching me off guard.

Carmelo’s POV

I knew I was pushing it but I couldn't help it. I had to hold her in my arms. Come on beautiful hug me back.

I couldn’t let her go until she hugged me back.

I felt her trembling hands touch my back as I sighed in relief pulling her closer. “I’ma make it right, just let me please. I’m sorry Kay,” I whispered in her ear as I felt her relax against me. Angela smiled at me before leaving us alone.

"You hurt me, Mel," Kayla whispered as I felt my heart sink. “I wish I could take it back, baby,” I whispered honestly.

I didn’t know what else to say, I had played the scenario over and over in my head a thousand times. How different everything could have been if I had just told her how I felt that night. If I did, we wouldn’t be in this shit now.

“I need to go," Kayla whispered pulling away as I felt empty again.

"Yeah, me too, I hope I see you tonight," I said as she flashed a half smile.

"Maybe, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there," she said not looking me in the eye slowly walking back back to the party.

Don't give up on me yet beautiful I whispered watching her walk away from me and carrying my heart right along with her.

----

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

End-of-Year Party

Carmelo’s POV

It was the last party of the year, graduation was near but Kayla was occupying my mind.

We kept our word, after our night nothing changed. We woke up that next morning and went back into our regular routine. Two best friends who adored each other.

 I had gone out with a few girls since then and Kayla was into her sorority life and wasn’t dating.

She had told me how she wanted to heal from the breakup with Justin before she dated anybody. I can’t help but admit I wanted more, and no girl could compare to her but I didn’t even know how to tell her.

"Let me get this straight 'cause you are confusing the fuck outta me. You like Kayla, but instead of telling her you bring Robin to this party. The girl who has made her life hell since she joined the AKAs. You stupid as fuck,” Darnell scoffed hitting me on the back of the head.

"Shit, you didn’t have to hit me, I know I’m wrong,” I said rubbing my head as I saw Kayla on the dancing floor dancing with Angela as I saw Anthony approach them.

"What the fuck is he doin'?" I hissed seeing my frat brother whisper in Kayla’s ear as she blushed, nodding as he pulled her away from Angela and they began dancing.

“Looks like he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one and he asked her to dance,” Darnell said as I growled.

“Fuckin’ freshman thinking he can come in here and do what he wants. Let me set his ass straight,” I hissed finishing my beer.

“Um, why can’t he ask her to dance? She’s single and so is he," Darnell said as I stormed past him not wanting to talk to his ass anymore.

Soon as I got closer Robin slid in front of me catching me off guard. "Hey, I have been looking for you, let’s dance," she said throwing her arms around me as I reluctantly danced with her.

I didn't know how to feel as Kayla looked at me in shock and uncertainty as Robin and I danced. I knew by her eyes she was hurt by my dating choice of the night.

Sighing I tried to play it cool as our eyes seemed to fall deeper into each other before she laid her head on Anthony’s shoulder avoiding my gaze as he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much for my liking.

"Motherfucka," I whispered as Robin pulled back looking at me. "What’s wrong babe?" She asked as I played it off. " Uh, nothin’ let’s go upstairs after this song. I know better things we could be doin', " I said as her eyes lit up.

Yea, I was wrong but I didn’t care at the moment.

"Hands up here now," I heard Kayla say as she moved Anthony's hands back to her waist. He had been trying to caress her ass.

"I'm sorry beautiful," he said as I saw red, I don’t even know what came over me as I stepped away from Robin and went towards them.

"What are you doing!? I know you ain't going over there, she don't need you to save her!" Robin hissed following me. Hell I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I know he ain’t gon’ be touchin’ on her like that.

"Aye, you need to keep your hands to yourself," I said interrupting their dance gently grabbing her arm and moving her behind me as I stepped in Anthony’s face.

"What is your problem, Melo?! We were just dancing," Kayla said as Anthony smirked.

"Ain’t it obvious, he can’t take somebody else takin’ an interest in you Kay, he just wants you to be his little plaything," Anthony said as I grabbed him by the collar snatching his ass up.

"My problem is every time I turn around yo’ bitch ass tryin’ to take something that belongs to me,” I hissed dangerously low as he laughed. "Oh, so she's yours huh," Anthony taunted as the music stopped and people began to stare.

"Let me talk to you for a minute," Kayla whispered grabbing my hand, as I let go of Anthony. I was getting more pissed by the second looking at his cocky ass.

"I know you new freshman, so you don't know me. Keep smirking, I'll knock all your fuckin' teeth out," I hissed, his smirk dropping instantly.

"No your not, let's go," Kayla said steering me towards the stairs as the music started back up.

"Don’t you go up there with her Carmelo! If you do I’m going home!" Robin yelled following us upstairs as Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Just go home, I'll call you later Robin," I said trying to not cause a scene seeing a few people were still looking at us.

"I’m serious, you go in there don't ever call me again," she said as Kayla opened my door pushing me inside before turning to face her.

"Good! It'll save him a trip to the free clinic! Anybody fucking you ends up with something bleach can't wash off and a ten day perscription of penicillin, Bye, irrelevant!" Kayla yelled slamming the door in Robins's face as I heard her scream on the other side of the door before walking away.  

"Aye, you didn’t have to be so rude," I said as Kayla laughed sarcastically.

" Really, you wanna talk about rude. All I was doing was dancing with him and you come over acting like an asshole," she said as I invaded her space pushing her up against my door towering over her.

"I’m sorry ok, I just saw him touchin’ you and I wasn’t thinking," I said honestly caressing her face as she nervously bit her lip before my lips gently grazed hers.

"We need to talk Mel," she whispered as I groaned reluctantly stepping away from her. She was right we needed to talk badly but I didn't want to do it now.

"Ok, what are we talking about?" I asked frustrated the moment was ruined as she looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you serious?  Well, let’s talk about why all of a sudden you actin’ like you my man," Kaylas said as I sighed feeling the anger in me boiling. She couldn’t see that I liked her.

 "We’re friends Carmelo, remember that night wasn’t supposed to change us," she rambled running her hands through her hair, pacing.

"I know what we agreed on, I ain’t dumb!" I yelled as a knock on the door interrupted us.

"I heard yelling….Are you ok in there, Kayla?" Angela asked as she tried to calm her breathing before she responded.

The last thing I needed was Angela bustin’ up in here making matters worse.

"Yeah, I’m good I’ll be down in a minute so we can go," Kayla said as Angela tried to open the door.  

"She’s fine Angela, damn!" I hissed as Kayla sighed. "Don’t get no attitude with me 'cause you fucking stupid. Jealous ass, I’ll be downstairs Kayla,” Angela said as quietness filled the room.

"What are we doin'? This isn’t us, why are we arguing with each other Carmelo. What’s really wrong?” Kayla asked.

Ok, tell her how you feel…This may be your last chance.

" I’m cool, we’re cool. I’m just trying to say before you put yourself back out there, just know women can’t do what men do," I said as Kayla frowned at me.

"What are you tryin' to say?" she asked as I tried to choose my words wisely. "I don’t want a bad reputation following you, I mean all it takes is you opening your legs to one of these idiots and then you are labeled as a whore," I said as I saw the flash of anger cross her beautiful face.

Fuck, I opened the gates of hell.

"Are you saying I’m a whore!?" Kayla exclaimed as I growled. "No! I ain’t sayin’ you’re a whore! I’m sayin’ don’t be out here in these streets grinding up on these clowns like a needy whore that will ride anybody’s dick," I said as Kayla reached up and slapped the fuck outta me.

How dare you? I wasn't grinding on no motherfuckin' body, we were just dancing. Meanwhile, you fuck anything with a gash and me simply just dancing with someone leads to a conversation as to how you don’t want me to be a whore..You're unbelievable," Kayla said throwing her hands up in frustration as I rubbed my face.

"Look, I ain’t gon’ argue with you. I said what I said and if you don’t like it, you can leave. I’m sure Anthony is ready to make you his new little plaything anyway. I’m sure he’ll love that lil trick you do with your mouth,” I said not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

I was supposed to be telling her I loved her, but here I was spewing venom towards her because another man was interested in her.

"I tell you what, I’d rather be his plaything than your so-called best friend?  Hell, maybe he can actually satisfy me better than you did, so fuck you! she yelled storming out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

"DAMN ITTTT!!" I yelled sinking into the couch as I realized the finality of my words.

I had lost my best friend and the woman I loved.

-----

"Aye, earth to Melo! I heard Darnell yell as I cringed. "Stop yelling, I heard you," I said trying to get myself together. " I saw ya'll talking is everything good now? he asked as I smiled.

" We're gonna get together before the weekend is over," I said honestly feeling a little about the weekend. "That’s good to hear, hopefully, ya’ll move past this,” he said as we went back to join the party.

I hoped so, I knew one thing was for certain tonight was the time to shoot my shot and I planned on making my intentions loud and clear.

I wanted Kayla and nothing was going to stop me from telling her this time, not even myself.

------

liked by darnellAlpha, AKAangelaLove, @Carmelo_wwe, and 1,000 others

KaylaAKA4Life: Enjoying this weekend and living life to the fullest with my Sorority sisters and fellow Alpha brothers. Let's Party Ya'll! #AKAsDoItBetter #FAMUHomecoming2023 #FAMUAlumni

This user has disabled comments

-----

PHIRSTPHAM ALUMNI BALL

Kayla's POV

“Angela thank you so much for helping me find a dress,” I said looking myself over in the mirror as she touched up her makeup.

The Emerald gold hue colored dress looked good on me. The dress being off the shoulder with the built in bra enhanced the beauty of it. Also, who could go wrong with showin' a little leg. Yea, I’m wearing the hell outta this dress right now if I may say so.

“Yea, I was gonna comment on your Instagram post, but you disabled your comments bitch,” she said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yes, I did because when Carmelo liked it I kind of panicked. I knew he was going to comment next, then his fans would see it and I ain’t with all that attention,”  I said as Angela nodded in agreement.

“Ah, I get it, I actually don’t blame you on that one,” she said as we made our way back into the dining hall. The night had been going well but I was getting ready to soon leave.

Two hours was enough for me and I hadn’t seen Carmelo yet so my nerves were a little on edge. I can’t believe how just a hug from him was breaking down the walls I had built up. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my weekend.

“Heeeyyy, the party jumpin’ now,” I said looking at the crowded dance floor. “Gril, here come Anthony, don’t look,” Angela said as I sighed truly not in the mood.

“Damn,I was hoping he wouldn’t see me,” I whispered. I knew he was going to ask me to dance. Now don’t get me wrong, “I’ll give all my love to you” by Keith Sweat is one of my favorite songs but I ain’t dancing with his ass.

After the blow up with Carmelo I pretty much stayed away from his frat house all together. That didn’t stop Anthony from spreading rumors that he and I had slept together. So, yea I had to rock his shit one good time too.

“You ladies look amazing,” he said sizing us up as Angela cleared her throat. “Thanks, Anthony” I said as he smiled brightly at me.

“Kayla, may I have this dance?” he asked as I felt someone grab my hand gently bringing it to their lips. I actually sighed in relief seeing it was Carmelo as he smiled at me.

“She’s with me Anthony, ain't nothin' changed Bruh. Let's go Kay, I owe you a dance,” Carmelo said smoothly steering me away as Angela smiled.

“Well ok then Melo, come through boo,” Angela said as I blushed. She always hyping him up in his bullshit.

“Thank you, I was about to have a flashback and was probably gon’ rock his ass again like I did you earlier,” I said as he laughed pulling me close on the dance floor as we danced.

Carmelo’s POV

Step one complete I had her in my arms again our foreheads touching as I caressed her waist swaying to the music. She felt so good, this was a dream it had to be.

I love you in the night

I wanna take it real real slow, my baby

I understand what you told me

And if I, I didn't know

I always wanted someone just like you

“Thank you for dancing with me,” I whispered as she pulled back slightly, those beautiful eyes stirring something deep in my soul.

“Thanks for saving the day like you always use to do,” she smiled as I felt all my troubles melt away. She just didn’t know but I would always protect her.

I really need to hold on, hold you

I'd give the world to you, oh my darlin'

You know I will

Yeah yeah you know i will

I surely will

“You are so beautiful; you know that right?” I asked, caressing her face as she looked away.

“Carmelo,” she started as I cut her off gently grasping her face making her look at me. The more I stared into her beautiful eyes, it seemed the more I got lost.

 “Just be in the moment with me,” I pleaded, gently kissed her forehead, as she relaxed in my arms.

I will never do anything to hurt you

I'll give all my love to you

(I'm gonna give you every bit of my love, my love)

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin' (yes I will)

Only to you (yes my baby yes I will)

I looked over and saw Trick dancing with Angela as he smiled at me giving me a thumbs up. Smiling, I closed my eyes just enjoying Kayla being in my arms again as she laid her head on my chest.

One of her hands resting on my back as the other caressed my arm and not just any arm but the one that contained the tattoo I had joked about getting four years earlier.

“You remember, don’t you? You know it’s your tattoo,” I whispered in her ear,unafraid of the answer as she nodded against me.

I no longer had anything to hide from her.

Girl I've been longing for you baby for a long long time

Let's make love tonight

I can make me feel real good baby

I can make feel real good baby

Sometimes, sometimes I get a little lonely, baby (so lonely baby)

“Why,” she whispered as I leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to carry you with me always, you’re my best friend and I love you,” I whispered as I felt her still in my arms.

And I need a little love that I can call all mine (I need some lovin')

Girl, you are the one for me, babe

I know that you are the world for me, babe

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” Kayla whispered pulling away, walking off the dance floor.

Defeated, my eyes met Trick’s who pointed, silently telling me to go after her.

He was right, I couldn’t let the chance pass me by again. I rushed off the dance floor determined to catch her before she left.

Kayla’s POV

“Don't fall for it... He didn’t mean it Kayla, stop being weak,” I muttered to myself pacing. I felt in flight or fight mode as I saw Carmelo rushing towards me. “Look, I forgave you ok, so you don’t have to do this,” I cried trying to put some space between us as I tried to leave again.

“Kayla we can’t keep running from this baby,” Carmelo said blocking my path as I felt my anxiety rising.

This couldn’t be happening right now, he didn’t love me, he couldn’t.

“Why are you doin’ this!?” I cried as he caressed my face. “I’m doin’ It because I should have told you that night. I should have told you that I loved you,” Carmelo confessed as I felt the room closing in.

“No, no, you couldn’t have,” I whispered as I felt the air rushing out of my lungs.

“I’m sorry to just spring all this on you but, I don’t wanna make the same mistake twice. I can’t let you walk away from me again without telling you. I still love you Kayla and I know you love me too,” Carmelo declared without fear, claiming my lips in an eager kiss.

I will never do anything to hurt you

(I would never, never do one little thing to hurt you)

I'll give all my love to you

My mind was fuzzy as our kisses became more passionate, was this really happening right now.

“I’ma leave, and give you some time,” Carmelo whispered against my lips as I whimpered at the loss.

“I want you to come to me when you’re ready to admit you love me just as much as I love you, he said gently brushing his lips against mine before rushing off towards the elevators.

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin'

Only to you

Running towards the bathroom I locked myself in a stall trying to process what had happened. All this time he loved me, all this time lost.

Did I love him? Who am I kidding, I’ve always loved him and I thought I was over it until I saw him today, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

His words continuing to echo in my head as I got myself together.  Finally building up the courage to come out of the bathroom I ran into what felt like a brick wall as a strong set of arms steadied me.

"Hey, I'm Carmelo's friend Trick. I was looking for him, have you seen him,” the gentleman said as I looked at Angela,who stood behind him.

“He left and went upstairs,” I said as Trick frowned. “So did ya’ll talk?” Angela asked as I nodded.  

“Kayla, did he tell you how he felt?” Trick asked as I nodded again.

"Uh, can you give us an answers and stop all that damn nodding," Angela said I sighed.

“He told me he loved me and that he always had,” I said overwhelmed as Angela squealed in delight. “I knew it! My eyes don’t fool me," she said as I wiped my tears.

“How do you feel about what Melo said?” Trick asked as I contemplated his words.

“I love him too;” I said feeling relieved to say it out loud as Angela hugged me.

 “Then go to him,” she whispered as I nodded in understanding. I guess this is what she mean the other day about me putting my big girl panties on.

I had to tell him he wasn’t wrong, I did love him.

 “Trick, Do you know what room he’s in?' I asked as he smiled. “Room 984,” he said without hesitation as I gave him a hug.

 "Thank you and it was nice meeting you," I whispered as he laughed returning my embrace.

“Nice metting you too Kayla, and I’m sure we will be hanging out soon. Especially if your friend Angela here gives me her number,” he said as I smiled at him before I took off towards the elevator.

“Get ya’ man and have some mind-blowing sex you deserve it!” Angela yelled as Trick laughed. "Trick you better keep your eyes on that one," I said getting on the elevator anxiously waiting for the doors to close.

I felt nervous, the elevator seemed to be going so slow. I almost changed my mind, but the loud dinging noise let me knew I had reached my destination as I walked in a daze to room 984.

Taking a deep breath, I lightly knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear me, and I could leave.

“Damn no such luck,” I muttered as I heard him fumbling around the room. Just do what you feel Kayla, you already know he feels the same. Speak your peace and leave it at that.

Last night I thought to back to when we made good love

Listenin' to some Marvin Gaye all night long

Now I want that old thing back

 It was like time stood still as he opened the door clad in only a towel and a surprised look on his face. Wasting no time and closing the distance between us, I leaped into his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

 It’s power startling us both as we moaned in pleasure as our ever-present need for each other continued to grow more intense by the second as we got lost in each other.

 Reluctantly parting to catch our breath, Carmelo looked at me in wonder, caressing my hips.

Make these moments once again a fact

So won't ya, won't ya, uhhh, do it for us, babe

“So, you do love me?” he whispered in disbelief as I caressed his face his piercing gaze had me under his spell.

“I love you, Carmelo,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned reclaiming my lips, pulling me against his bare chest and into his room, slamming the door.

“I love you too, baby,” he moaned as his hands masterfully unzipped my dress causing it to fall at my feet as I shivered feeling exposed under his intense gaze.

“Are we really doin’ this?” I panted as his eyes continued to roam my body. “Yes, and your even more beautiful than I remembered,” he moaned, his breath now hot on my neck as he slowly grazed his lips across my neck, helping me out of my underwear.  

I couldn’t contain my moans of pleasure as Carmelo entangled his fingers in my hair, kissing and nibbling on my neck.

 Purring against him I felt myself losing control as his towel fell, a barrier no longer between us.

Good lovin, body rockin' knockin' boots all night long yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, a-come on

“Melo, baby,” I moaned as he growled, his hands caressing my breasts as he teasingly sucked and nipped at them as my grip on his head tightened.

“I need to taste you, Peaches, I bet you taste so sweet,” he groaned using his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to my pelvis as he kneeled before me.

And turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

“Can I taste you, Peaches?” he moaned caressing my thighs wrapping them around his shoulders as I trembled with anticipation as he kissed my inner thigh trailing his tongue over my wet center.

Carmelo’s POV

“Yes! Please baby,” Kayla gasped, arching her hips against my tongue as I tasted her. Her hands gripping my face as I licked and sucked on her clit. “Mmm, you taste so sweet peaches. I knew you would baby,” I praised, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pleased her. 

Her moans urging me on as I swirled my flattened tongue around her swollen sensitive clit over and over as she whimpered underneath me.

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) Somebody rockin', baby, ooh

“Carmelo! Oh, fuck!” Kayla moaned as I groaned savoring her taste. Gripping her ass and standing up while still lapping up her juices, I lifted her higher into the air.

 “What are you doing!” she gasped in shock and pleasure as my hungry eyes met hers. Her back planted firmly against the wall as she shivered against my mouth.

“I'm eating my dessert baby,” I moaned devouring her sweet wet center as her legs trembled around my neck.

I feel so good when I'm near you

That's why I always wanna be close to you

“Give me what I want Peaches,” I moaned against her as her gasps were coming in short spurts, I knew she was close.

 “I want it now Kayla,” I moaned swirling my tongue one last time around her clit before taking it in my mouth sucking it gently as she rode my face, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh God! Melo, I...." She trailed off as her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her strong as I slid my tongue inside her making her scream and writhe against my mouth as her orgasm continued to overtake her.

I moaned loudly as her essence drenched my mouth as I welcomed it.

Enjoying watching the pleasure on her face, I gently unwrapping her thighs from around my neck.  Maintaining my grip, I slowly slid her down my body as she leaned forward kissing me with urgency.

“I need you,” I panted against her lips as she arched her back against the wall as I entered her swiftly, as a strangled moan escaped her beautiful lips.

I'm so addicted, I'm so addicted

To makin' love to you, baby

All night long, baby, all night long, long, long, long

Her moans mixed with the feel of her pulsing around me had me reelin’. “Fuck! Shit, I missed this Kay,” I confessed reclaiming her as she clawed at my back.

“I missed you too Carmelo,” she moaned as I bounced her with ease on my dick. Her arms around my neck and her knees locked on top of my arms as we rocked against each other.

“Yea, bounce on this dick… Bounce on it like a good girl. You like how this dick feels in this pussy don’t you?” I moaned.

“Carmelo, yes! Fuck me! Umph,” She groaned sucking on my neck, her wetness soaking my dick as it got louder with each thrust.

Kayla’s POV

“Yea, this that grown man shit, you like it don’t you? That pussy so wet for me Peaches, you takin’ it so good baby,” Carmelo praised as I whimpered against him. “Yes! I love it!” I screamed holding on for dear life.

He was right, we weren’t shy college kids anymore.  This truly was real grown folks shit and I loved it.  Clawing at his shoulders in disbelief and pleasure, I felt that familiar tingling starting to surge downward. Good lovin', body rockin' all night long, oh, oh

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

“I feel you baby, don’t fight that shit,” Carmelo panted as I whined not wanting to cum just yet. “I got you, I’ma make you cum,” he groaned as I gasped, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he revealed his plan for the night.

“Tonight, you gon’ cum again…and again…and again…and again,” he groaned as I fell apart in his arms, his mouth swallowing my cries as he held me tight.

“Yea, that’s it, you so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, uh

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right, so right, so right

Each stroke masterfully takin’ my breath away. “I want you to cum baby,” I whispered wanting him to let himself go.

I wanted to see his face as he found his sweet release as he eased us onto the bed towering over me. “Spread them legs wide for me Peaches, we gon’ get this one together, baby,” he groaned, his mouth once again overpowering mine as his strokes became deeper and harder.

“Yes! Carmelo! Cum with me,” I gasped as the new position allowed him deeper inside me.

“Mmhm, I’m real deep in this pussy, it feels so good too baby,” he praised. Moving in sync with him I knew he was close. His muscles began to twitch under my touch.  

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Your mine,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips as I traced my tongue against his lips as he caught it between his lips gently sucking on it.

“You mine too, you always been mine,” he moaned as my pussy pulsed tightly around him again. Smirking, he placed two of his fingers inside my mouth as I gently sucked on them.

“Fuck yea, good girl Peaches,” he whispered taking his fingers and begins rubbing against my clit matching in tune with his strokes.

“Ahh! Baby I’m cumin!!” I exclaimed, his growls becoming louder as his body shook in ecstasy exploding inside me.

‘Cause I'm ready

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) I'm so ready

I'm so ready, baby

“You felt so fuckin’ good. Shit, that was amazin’” he moaned gently kissing me as we came down from our trip of ecstasy.

 “You ain’t never lied. Can’t wait until we do it again,” I whispered as he groaned against my lips.

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

To give you everything that we've been waitin' on

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Best homecoming ever,” he panted collapsing beside me as I laughed.

“I have to agree, it’s definitely one for the books,” I said smiling.

“So does this mean you gon’ be my girl,” he whispered running his fingers through my hair as I laughed.

“Uh, I would hope so, you done gave me head in the air…The damn air Carmelo, that definitely was a first for me and the rest I can’t even talk about right now because the feeling in my legs ain’t back yet,” I said as he laughed.

“That was hot as fuck wasn’t it. It’s you, I ain’t never done no shit like that, you make me this way,” he whispered pulling me close as I kissed his tattoo.

“Well, tonight was definitely happy tears,” I said caressing his tattoo as he smiled.

“I promise as long as you my girl, it’s always going to be is happy tears, I promise you baby,” he declared as I snuggled further into his arms.

 “I love you,” I whispered as I felt his heart beating faster.

“I love you too Kayla,” he replied dropping a tender kiss on my forehead.

Where do we go from here, I didn’t know but I knew he was my man and it was going to stay that way.

Taglist:

@reci24 @southerngirl41 @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl

@melaninsugababy @romanreignkisser @bebesobrielo

@arination99 @2-muchsauce @bakugoumarianawrites

@empressdede @alyyaanna @christinabae @anonandwannakeepitthatway @venusesworld @jeyusosgirl  @theninthwonder @mya2real 

[ausetkmt]

Arrest report shows Jacksonville Sheriff's officers struck man seen in viral arrest video 17 times

he Jacksonville Sheriff's Office released the mugshot and arrest report of the 24-year-old man who was seen being arrested Friday in a viral video that has his family calling for justice. Jacksonville police said Le'Keian Woods fled the scene of a traffic stop and actively resisted officers at the time of his arrest, a JSO incident report states. 

Woods was struck a total of 17 times by responding detectives and officers during his arrest, according to the report. 

Four Jacksonville Sheriff's Officers were involved: Detective Beau P. Daingle, Detective Josue Garriga, Detective T. McCullough and Detective Hunter Sullivan. 

This is the fourth time Garriga has made headlines: He was a member of the group chat investigated by JSO for biased texts -- including messages disparaging Jamee Johnson, the 22-year-old FAMU student killed in fatal police shooting in 2019. Garriga was also the officer who killed Johnson when he pulled him for over for a seatbelt violation, shooting him four times. And when he was working as an officer in Putnam County in 2015, he was one of several officers who fired at 48-year-old Andrew Williams, who later died. 

Woods arrested

 JSO's Gang Unit was conducting surveillance Friday in the area of Toledo Road and Powers Avenue in an unmarked police vehicle, the report states. 

Garriga, was parked in a gas station parking lot. While at the gas station, Garriga said he saw a gray Dodge Durango park at a gas pump, but the driver never pumped any gas, the report states.

A short time later, a gray Dodge Ram arrived at the gas station with three people inside. A man wearing "all black with a jacket and hood pulled over his head" got out of the passenger side of the vehicle. Garriga later identified the man as Le'Keian Woods, the report states.

Garriga notified other Gang Unit detectives what he was observing at the gas station, noting the Woods' pants were "weighing heavy" on his right side, and told detectives he believed he was armed with a handgun, the report states. 

Garriga said he saw Woods standing with the man from the Dodge Durango, noting he believed the man had been waiting for Woods in the parking lot. After a few moments, Garriga said Woods got into the back seat of an unidentified man's car, removed cash from his person, and began counting the money. Police say the unidentified man stood by as Woods counted the money. Garriga noted hearing the man say "hold on, we are handling business," the report.

Several lines in the report at redacted after this point. 

After the interaction, the report states the man got back into his vehicle and the Ram began to back out of the parking lot. 

Garriga said he saw the driver of the Ram not wearing a seatbelt. Garriga notified other detectives the Ram was leaving the gas station and began to follow the vehicle. 

The report says detectives Daigle and Sullivan followed the Ram down Toledo Road toward Old Kings Road South. 

Daigle attempted a traffic stop on the Ram near the intersection of Old Kings Road South and Plaza Gate Lane, but the vehicle continued driving "as if the occupants were looking for a place to run from the vehicle," the report says.

The vehicle continued into a dead end of an apartment complex driveway. Daigle and Sullivan attempted to conduct a "high-risk takedown" at the location. As Daigle was giving verbal commands to the occupants inside the Ram, Woods fled the passenger side of the vehicle and ran into the apartment complex, the report says.

Woods is tased, punched, elbowed, and 'unintentionally' kneed 

Sullivan chased after Woods, yelling "get on the ground." Sullivan said Woods was holding onto the front of his waistline throughout the chase, and believed he was armed and resisting. Sullivan said he drew his taser and told Woods he would be tased.

Sullivan discharged the taser, striking Woods, but appeared to have no effect, the report states. Woods was tased a second time in his and he fell onto the roadway on Plaza Gate Lane. When Sullivan reached Woods, he told him multiple times to put his hands behind his back, which he refused to do, the report states.

Sullivan said he noticed blood on Woods face from falling on the pavement. 

Woods continued to resist and attempted to keep his hands underneath him toward the front of his waistband, the report says. Then, Sullivan said he punched Woods in the face. 

Sullivan continued to tell Woods to put his hands behind his back which he refused. The report says Sullivan then laid on Woods' back to hold him down on the ground. Woods then tried to lift himself and Sullivan off the ground "to stand up."

Sullivan punched Woods in the face four more times and once in the ribs as responding officers arrived to assist, according to the report. 

Garriga said as Sullivan was "actively fighting to gain control of Le'Keian's left hand," he struck Woods four times in the upper shoulder. At the same time, there were "unintentional" knee strikes made to Woods' face, the report says.

Woods continued to "physically resist" detectives' efforts to gain control of his hands to place them in handcuffs, according to the report. Detectives said every attempt to grab Woods' right arm would result in him pulling away and tucking it under his body.

Garriga said he then struck Woods four times in the ribs.

At this point, McCullough arrived and assisted responding officers in restraining Woods. McCullough said he struck Woods in his eye three times with his elbow. 

Directly after McCullough struck Woods, Sullivan and Garriga were able to get Woods' arms behind his back and handcuff him, at which point "all force utilized immediately stopped." The report says Woods continued to resist after he was already in handcuffs. 

The Jacksonville Fire and Rescue Department responded to the scene and took Woods to UF Health for treatment. 

During the time Woods was being taken into custody, Daingle was holding the occupants in the Dodge Ram at gunpoint, the report says.

The driver of the vehicle was identified as Vontez Wright and the back seat passenger was identified as Raymond Wison. Both Wright and Wilson were taken into custody. 

Detectives then conducted a search through the vehicle. Much of what was found in the vehicle was redacted from the arrest report, but it does say narcotics were found and tested.

Wright's driver's license history showed two prior suspensions for fleeing and attempting to elude. Wright was arrested for traffic violations and possession of under 20 grams of marijuana. 

Wilson was questioned and released at the scene after being interviewed.

Woods' charges

Woods is being held at Duval County Jail on charges of armed drug trafficking, possession of a controlled substance, and resisting an officer with violence. 

Attorney Dexter Van Harris represented Woods in court Sunday morning. Van Harris told First Coast News the judge found no probable cause on two of the six charges he is facing, and his bond on the other four totals about $170,000.

Woods' next court date is scheduled for Oct. 24, 2023. 

Calls for justice

Sunday afternoon dozens of people rallied on the steps of the Jacksonville Sheriff's Office headquarters after a video of Woods' arrest went viral.

During the rally, Woods' mother, Natassia Woods, spoke to the crowd describing how hard it's been to get an update on her son's condition. She told First Coast News her son's attorney, Harry Daniels, told her that Woods was going to and from the hospital to be treated for a concussion. 

“I’m at a point now that I just want answers for my son," Woods told the crowd. "I want justice for my son. No one should be beaten like that.”

As Woods' mother spoke, she was surrounded by dozens of people with signs that read 'Justice for Ken.'

“We were definitely outraged," said Mary Dennis, who attended the rally. "When I saw the video, I just couldn’t believe that it took that many people to take one person down.”

The Jacksonville Community Action Committee, who organized the rally, called for three things in light of Woods' arrest going viral on social media.

One, for the officers responsible to be held accountable. Two, for JSO to get rid of its Gang Unit. Three, create a public safety committee made up of community members to review public safety polices. 

“Why can’t the city have an institution that can hear the voices of the community in a controlled way that can affect policy in a positive way," said Michael Sampson with the Jacksonville Community Action Committee.

In a statement released Monday, Wood's family and their attorneys said they will speak about the incident during a news conference Wednesday in front of JSO headquarters at 2 p.m. 

(https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/arrest-report-shows-jacksonville-sheriffs-officers-struck-man-seen-in-viral-arrest-video-17-times/ar-AA1hAHC4)

[aqua-aid-atlas-911]

Severe Storms and Possible Tornado Cause Widespread Damage in Tallahassee

Violent storms leave a trail of destruction, downed trees, and power outages in the Florida capital

A line of severe thunderstorms and a possible tornado swept through Tallahassee on Friday morning, causing extensive damage and leaving a large number of residents without power. The storms hit the city during the morning rush hour, disrupting school schedules and resulting in the tragic death of a woman when a tree fell on her home. The City of Tallahassee is now faced with the daunting task of restoring power to approximately 70,000 people, as the damage resembles that typically seen in hurricanes.

As the city grapples with the aftermath of the storm, residents are left to deal with the destruction and uncertainty. This article will provide an overview of the impact of the storm, including the damage to neighborhoods, schools, and infrastructure, as well as the ongoing efforts to restore power and assist affected residents.

The Apocalypse Smelled Like Pine: Residents of Indianhead and Myers Park Stranded Amid the Debris

Residents of two heavily forested neighborhoods in Tallahassee, Indianhead Acres and Myers Park, found themselves in the midst of a post-apocalyptic scene after the storm. Fallen trees littered the roads, with many houses partially or completely covered by debris. Good Samaritans with chainsaws and tractors worked tirelessly to clear pathways and help their neighbors escape from their homes.

The atmosphere was described as eerie, with a strong smell of dirt and pine in the air. Despite the devastation, residents remain resilient and determined to restore their neighborhoods.

FAMU Declares 'State of Emergency'

Florida A&M University (FAMU) has declared a state of emergency as the campus assesses and repairs the damage caused by what may be the worst tornado in Tallahassee's history. At least 15 buildings, including the Grand Ballroom and the old Plant, Operations and Maintenance Building, suffered roof and water damage. Classes will be conducted remotely for the next week, and the summer semester will begin on Monday.

The FAMU Developmental Research School and the Educational Research Center for Child Development will also remain closed for repairs.

WeatherTiger: The 'Most Destructive Tornado in Tallahassee's History May Have Occurred'

Meteorologist Ryan Truchelut, known as the WeatherTiger, has stated that Friday morning's storm was highly unusual for Leon County. Radar data, wind gust reports, and extensive damage suggest that this may be the most destructive tornado in Tallahassee's history. The National Weather Service will make the final determination.

This event serves as a reminder of the importance of preparedness and vigilance, even in areas where tornadoes are not common.

Tallahassee Restaurants and Groceries Serving Despite Power Outages

As residents wait for power to be restored, many Tallahassee restaurants and groceries are still open and serving warm meals. Social media groups, such as Tallahassee Foodies, have been providing live updates on which establishments have enough power to operate. While some places may have longer wait times or limited food options, these businesses are doing their best to provide for the community during this challenging time.

Mayor Dailey Asks for Patience After Powerful Storm

Tallahassee Mayor John Dailey has asked residents for patience as the city begins the massive task of restoring power and clearing debris. The storm, which brought wind gusts between 80 and 100 mph, caused significant damage and left thousands without power. Mutual aid crews from neighboring utilities have arrived to assist with restoration efforts, doubling the workforce.

However, Dailey emphasized that it will take time to fully restore power and urged residents to stay safe and support each other during this difficult period.

The severe storms and possible tornado that struck Tallahassee on Friday morning have left a lasting impact on the city and its residents. The destruction caused by the storm is reminiscent of hurricane damage, and the City of Tallahassee faces a significant challenge in restoring power to the thousands of affected residents. Despite the devastation, the community has come together to support one another, with neighbors helping to clear debris and businesses providing much-needed services.

As the city works towards recovery, it is a reminder of the resilience and strength of the Tallahassee community.

[emperorbigdaddydrip]

The News of The People - Episode #172: "FAMU NAACP Efforts Against The L...

The News of The People - Episode #172: "FAMU NAACP Efforts Against The L... https://youtu.be/hlJuECTimS0 via @YouTube! If you’re interested in gameplay, podcasts, and vlogs, then make sure to check it out, show some support, show some love, and make sure you share!

Here's a Word From the FAMU National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (@famunaacp) :

"It is only Week One of Florida’s legislative session and there has been a slew of oppressive legislation placed on the floor! It is time that FAMU’s students do our civic duties and stand up and fight back! Please join us tomorrow evening at 5:00pm at the Square Mug Cafe (Railroad Square) to discuss how our students can get follow in our predecessors footsteps to fight for our rights."

Thank you guys so much for you time! Make sure you pull up to the YouTube Channel (“Zachariah White”) to check out the good stuff!

Social Media Links:

YouTube - Zachariah White Link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2SRMW7OUNCX8dHjdtfwjLg

Facebook - Zachariah White Link: https://www.facebook.com/NerdySuperman/

Twitter - @PS3XBOX360Game1 Link: https://twitter.com/PS3XBOX360Game1

NEW Instagram - KingBigDaddyDrip Link: https://www.instagram.com/kingbigdaddydrip/

Snapchat - King Senor Blanco (drpolitician)

SoundCloud - Big Daddy Drip Link: https://soundcloud.com/zachariah-white-251981857

Spotify - Zachariah White or "The Royal High Table" Link: https://open.spotify.com/show/5S5V9z2JP5w1UNLbCPhYZT

Anchor - Zachariah White or "The Royal High Table" Link: https://anchor.fm/zachariah-white

#zachariahwhite #ZachariahTrevonWhite #kingwhite #emperorwhite #theblueempire #blueempire #BigDaddyDrip #KingBigDaddyDrip #EmperorBigDaddyDrip #thenewsofthepeople #TNOTP #thejuiceneverstopsdripping

[mukacorp]

best areas to go back and forth in Spain in 2020

Tourism in Spain is, without a doubt, one of the suitable favorite choices in Europe with its company in all places in the world. With the wonderful seashores, mountains, ski resorts, high-quality climate, diverse and interesting nightlife, many cultural areas and historical cities, it is no wonder that Spain is probably the most frequent tourist destination in Europe for any class of shuttle.

if you're also attempting to find tourist places in Spain, then check out a listing by means of break listed under.

Madrid

source: trip consultant

 Spain's first-rate capital metropolis showcases the country's staggering history. here's an ideal break vacation spot, as there are a royal palace, parade troopers, alternate guards and lots of museums to consult with.  

There is no seek advice from Madrid with out a discuss with to all three foremost museums within the metropolis. The Prado museum reveals what previously the Royal Spanish artwork collection, while subsequent to the Reina Sofia Museum sees an up to date masterpiece just like the Picasso Guernica move. additionally, the local Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum combines historical Masters with the most beneficial contemporary paintings.  

probably you might be drawn to THE superior CITIES TO BE AN EXPAT, RANKED

Granada

source: Jones world wide

 located on the base of the Sierra Nevada mountain range in southern Spain, Granada is the capital of the province of Granada. Granada presents an ideal mix of normal cultures, animated nightlife and fantastic attractions including the realm-renowned Alhambra, the head of Moorish art wrapped in Andalusian history. This medieval complicated overlooking Granada is one in all Europe's splendid architectural attractions, with many guests to Granada to peer the Alhambra. The ultimate Moorish stronghold in Europe, the Alhambra presents appropriate décor, extraordinary and lush gardens, waterfalls and drip water, and excellent views of the metropolis under.

Valencia

supply: OFO go back and forth

 right here, friends will see a lot of orange timber, but the fruit is called "Orange Valencia" is in reality planted in California. tourists who love native food as an alternative may still pay consideration to the paella. besides the fact that children the metropolis has a lot of monuments, Valencia's up to date treasures are the city of Arts and Sciences, a latest advanced of museums, cinemas, theatres, and so forth.

Barcelona

supply: Departures

 Barcelona, the city, seaport, and capital of Barcelona Province (province) and of the Catalonia Autónoma Comunidad (self-sufficient group), north-Japanese Spain, lies ninety miles (150 km) south of the French border. it's the greatest of Spain's Mediterranean port and industrial middle and is prominent for its personality, cultural activity, and bodybuilding attractiveness.  

The metropolis's core is observed in the Gothic quarter. founded between the Ramblas, a collection of linked boulevards, going southeast to the ocean and by means of Laietana, it's a close maze of narrow paths that are emphasized through amazing medieval structures. The church, Palace and church witness Barcelona's importance as a nonsecular middle.  

might be you might be attracted to foremost locations to discuss within Europe in January 2020

Córdoba

source: Helle Hollis

 A building is ample intent to take Córdoba up high on your itinerary: Mezquita. some of the optimum Islamic buildings on this planet, the Mezquita is the symbol of sophisticated lifestyle, secular construction here over a millennium before Córdoba as the capital of Muslim Spain and the largest cultural city of western Europe. but nowadays the Córdoba is greater than Mezquita. With so a great deal to peer and do, some charming lodging, and awesome eating places and bars, it's a lot more priceless than a transient seek advice from that many friends offer. The genuine charm of Córdoba opens as you discover the winding streets of the medieval city in the west, north, and east of the flashy tourist area correct across the Mezquita, wandering between the iron balconies and lights, potted flora, protruding timber.  

Watch subsequent: proper 10 Tallest curler Coasters on this planet  

The branch of tradition and Tourism - Abu Dhabi organizes book alternate experience with Spain's Biblioteca Islámica

Abu Dhabi, UAE: today the department of way of life and Tourism - Abu Dhabi (DCT Abu Dhabi) organized an ebook exchange experience all the way through which it offered its newest publications to representatives of the Biblioteca Islámica (Islamic Library) in Spain. Held this morning at DCT Abu Dhabi’s headquarters at Nation Towers in Abu Dhabi, the adventure became attended by way of Antonio Álvaraz Barthe, the Spanish Ambassador to the UAE, and aimed to promote cultural and intellectual trade between both nations.

The experience comes as a part of DCT Abu Dhabi’s efforts to increase relationships with international academic and skills-focused associations, in addition, to lift attention of Arab and Emirati culture the world over.  

The adventure protected the alternate of many useful historic, literary, highbrow and scientific books, along with a collection of brief experiences. Titles covered The background of Muslims in Africa, the heritage of Arabic song in Andalusia, Bloody Blue Room, El Conde Lucanor, The Conquest of The Incas, the up to date Latin American Literature sequence, and the Poetry of Azad within the Pre-Islamic period.

Abdullah Majed Al Ali, performing govt Director, Dar Al Kutub Sector at DCT Abu Dhabi referred to: “it's a pretty good privilege to exchange and share books among diverse international locations, to advertise knowledge and give you the chance to learn more about other countries and their cultures. The Biblioteca Islámica in Spain represents a prosperous aid of abilities of the Andalusian Arab way of life, as well as the realm of science, that could benefit our readers within the UAE. Sharing and changing books can additionally contribute to bringing our Arab and Islamic culture, and the Emirati tradition, to the wider world.”

throughout the experience, Antonio Álvaraz Barthe, Ambassador of Spain to the UAE, mentioned: “This exchange will appreciably make contributions to the dissemination of our cultures in each nations. furthermore, an ambitious cooperation program between both institutions has been agreed for the following couple of years with a view to consist of joint exhibitions and routine and promotion of the translation of Spanish literature into Arabic.”

centered in 1981, Dar Al Kutub, DCT Abu Dhabi’s publishing sector, is likely one of the UAE’s greatest abilities repositories and a must-have resource for intellectuals, students and scientists. the sphere is answerable for the establishment of community, little ones’s and cell libraries.  It also acts as a publishing condominium and provides translation services for many of the realm's primary literary works. considered one of its most vital roles is to advertise talented Emirati writers and researchers through publishing their books and academic works.  the sphere additionally collects, preserves and displays ancient Arabic and Islamic manuscripts, overlaying loads of subject matters from literature and religion to science and humanities.

The Biblioteca Islámica in Spain is one of the most totally-respected Islamic libraries in Europe. it is home to one hundred,000 books, manuscripts, and documents, making it an important cultural aid and a beacon for Islamic subculture in Spain and Europe. It holds many useful books and documents that have been the main source of suggestions for generations of students and Arabists.

-Ends-

about the department of tradition and Tourism - Abu Dhabi:

The branch of lifestyle and Tourism conserves and promotes the heritage and subculture of Abu Dhabi emirate and leverages them in the construction of a global-class, sustainable vacation spot of distinction, which enriches the lives of visitors and residents alike. The corporation manages the emirate’s tourism sector and markets the destination internationally via a big range of activities aimed at attracting friends and investment. Its policies, plans, and classes relate to the maintenance of heritage and tradition, including keeping archaeological and ancient websites and setting up museums, including Zayed National Museum, Guggenheim Abu Dhabi, and the Louvre Abu Dhabi. DCT - Abu Dhabi helps highbrow and artistic actions and cultural pursuits to nurture a rich cultural ambiance and honor the emirate’s heritage. A key position is to create synergy within the destination’s development through shut coordination with its large-ranging stakeholder base. dctabudhabi.ae

© Press free up 2019

Comida de la Calle — the highway food of Spain

if you go to the noted Mercado de San Miguel in Madrid, you are going to — neatly, you will frankly likely pay too a good deal for everything because the vicinity is reputed to be a significant vacationer trap. that you could tell, as a result of the entire indications are in English.

but if you do go there, you will be surrounded with the aid of a vast array of awesome meals.

In Spain, highway food is severe company. The country that gave the area tapas — small plates of intensely flavored food that are meant to be shared — additionally has a subculture of tapas-like street fare.

it's simply the element to retain starvation away between a big mid-day meal and a light late-nighttime supper.

notwithstanding it is a rustic of under 50 million Americans, Spain's cuisine is remarkably different. Surrounded on most aspects with the aid of water, the country fishes a whole lot of its food out of the sea. however, it additionally has mountainous areas, rural regions, and totally urbanized areas. The Roman Empire made its mark on the nation's cooking, as did the Muslim conquest of the Eighth Century that brought with it the constituents and cooking varieties of Persia and India.

And by hook or by crook, all of those influences discover their solution to the gala's, street stalls, kiosks, food trucks and markets that retain Spaniards convinced throughout the day.

I determined to discover the road meals of Spain with four representative and customarily familiar dishes. It become a grand beginning; making all four only made me wish to try many more. basically, it made me need to fly to Spain and pig out (most likely as a result of pork is so popular in Spain).

I started with the virtually iconic dish Patatas Bravas, which, if we are going to be all American about it, is simply the Spanish version of French fries with ketchup.

however, is so a good deal more. The Spanish use small, waxy potatoes (I used new purple potatoes), which have a distinct texture than the Idaho or Russet potatoes frequent for frying right here. In Spain they're also double-fried, a strategy that yields a crispy exterior and a creamy interior; it's additionally primary right here on the finer French-fry emporiums.

And the tomato sauce that makes the potatoes sing isn't in fact ketchup in any respect. it is less complex than ketchup, featuring simply the essentials: tomatoes, garlic, onion, olive oil, a tiny volume of sugar and, it being Spain, smoked Spanish paprika.

Patatas Bravas are what French fries aspire to be.

subsequent, I used equal oil to make shrimp fritters that were completely out of this world. they are tremendously simple to make, but they do require a peculiar ingredient: chickpea flour.

as it occurs, I had some chickpea flour at domestic. if you don't (and why would you?), and you may's locate it at a food market, which you could use semolina flour as an alternative of the mixture of all-intention and chickpea flours. but are trying to find the chickpea flour, as a result of I can't think about the rest that would be so gratifying.

It provides simply the right flavor to head in a batter with chopped shrimp and minced parsley and scallions. The fritters fry to, crisp golden brown and a wonderfully subtle taste of shrimp.

in case you crave extra spice, then you definitely will look to pattern the bird Pinchitos With combined Spices. These are the Spanish equal of chook kebabs (which you can also make them with pork or lamb), but the blend of spices that goes on them is all from Spain.

1. mix collectively the chicken cubes, lemon juice and spice mix in a medium bowl. Stir to coat…

Turmeric, garlic powder, oregano, caraway seeds, coriander seeds, garlic powder, anise seeds, black pepper and beaten red pepper all go into the mix, along with just the correct quantity of salt to deliver out the premiere in each and every spice. traditionally, these are grilled, but when you do not have a grill handy you could at all times pan-prepare dinner them, nevertheless on a skewer, in a big skillet.

Their flavor is intense, in a great way. In an outstanding method.

ultimately, I made Pa amb tomàquet, a dish so basic and simple I had at first now not regarded making it. however it is so universally loved in Spain that I decided to include it, and I'm blissful I did.

Pa amb Tomàquet is slices of baguette that are toasted, rubbed with garlic, rubbed with a cut clean tomato and then topped with a light drizzle of olive oil.

this is it. And it's that respectable. I'm told it's served at every café in Spain, and at each festival.

on occasion, the fundamental issues are most reliable.

throughout the year Let's eat has explored road food all through the realm. discover all of our stories and recipes beneath.

Empanadas — these familiar, golden, hand-held pies — are every day all over vital and South us, from Mexico to the southernmost tip of…

All you should find out about banana cue is that it is caramelized, fried banana, served on a stick.

simply west of Tokyo’s Shinjuku station, the busiest teach station in the world, the air is asserted to be heavy with the irresistible aroma of chic…

Some Americans declare that Singapore noodles aren’t authentic.

on reflection, it changed into the premiere meal of my life. no longer coincidentally, it become also the most desirable highway meals of my life.

In Cairo, breakfast is probably going to be a plate of beans blended with a ravishing array of spices and flavors and eaten with a bit of pita.

when you are in Budapest and you occur to be on the mall simply outdoor the Örs Vezér Tere cease on the red Metro line, make sure to cease off at the…

in case you suppose about Thai meals — which is something I do with alarming regularity — the Thai meals you think about first is doubtless Pad Thai.

I spent half of one youthful summertime in the Middle East, engaged on an archaeological dig. Most weekends I went into the neighborhood city and gorged…

not ever intellect that they truly originated within the core East. The meals that are most likely essentially the most Indian of all Indian foods, the meals most people…

[thevividgreenmoss]

@mmmelter lolll so apparently Annie's brother-in-law (or one of her BILs idk) is a trained chef and like five years ago he and his wife / Annie's older sister (striking resemblance btw) opened up a low-key little taqueria, and the Friday that it opened we all started seeing stuff on here and elsewhere that St. Vincent herself would be participating in the opening day operations, taking orders, refilling napkins, getting people their drinks etc? Toko yasuda was also there idk to be part of the activities or to just hang out and chill lmao but anyways she ended up posting a picture of Annie as restaurant staff member on instagram so that first night a decent amount of people went down there with the intention of saying hello or whatever I guess and the rest of us were at home online being regaled by these tales and I was kinda disappointed that I missed whatever this was lmao but decided to go to the restaurant the next day to check out their food at least not expecting her to be there still ya know? But like while we were waiting to finish a smoke before going inside who do we see walking out to check on the old lady sitting by herself at one of the outdoor table but annie clark herself once again. Eventually we made it in and ordered at the front and sat at the bar and we're just chitting and chatting absorbed into the chitchat you know how it goes until from behind me to the left a voice asked if she could take our drink order but I didn't catch the drink part and just started to reply like nooo they already got our order earlier thank you so much though!!! and it wasn't until this interaction was.over did my brain actively register that the voice and face id just been engaged with were Ms..Anmie Erin Clark's and I'd completely dropped the.ball and treated it as just any interaction without even meaning to totally tanked the opportunity just being my general out of it self lmao at least through a lifetime of service experiences at either end of the equation my knee jerk responses even in situations like this that were unclear due to my lack of focus tend to be polite and accommodating so at least Annie didn't walk away thinking I was an asshole so overall it went about the way it should have gone. I wasn't able to talk to her for hours idk just wandering around lower greenville together hanging out warning her about the pitfalls of the new sleater-kinney album like that didn't happen but also she didn't think I was like a rude jerk I don't think so it's a wash I guess lmso

[thespamman24]

 Well, thing’s have started to wind down, but before me and my band mates leave there’s something we want to say.

Fifteen years ago, there was a dream. This dream, like most dreams was not real, and yet, it was also not fake. It happened when I was sleeping. This sleep, like most sleps happened when I was in my bed. The only problem, was their was no mattress in my bed. That ment that I was floating two feet above the ground as I slept.

Anyways,, I had this dream, and in this dream their was a dragon and he said “In ten years time Birdman will win best picture.” I thought that this was strange. What was a bird man? My dream then proceded to fall into surrealism, Michael Keaton appeared, and he was flying, and it was all very strange. Then I woke up, and I dismissed it as a dream. This was because it was a dream.

 Flash foward to ten years later, and its 2015. I nock on my freinds door and ask him what the latest movie is. My frend knows all about movies, because he is the king of all movies, Hollwood himself. He told me that it was birdman. I instantly realized that this the film from my dream. i went then to the movie place, the place were you see movies, and i saw the birbman. the birdman was an egg, and out of this egg hatched michel keaton 

“I am the birdman.” he said. This was beautiful, in fct it was so beautiful that everyone in the theater all started criing. However, I was not a one in that theater. I was a two. 

I stood up and shouted.

“What makes you te right to be the birbman?” I screamed.

Michal katon then stared into my sol “because, I am you he said/”

I then opened up my sirt and I relaized that i wsa in fac, michel keton/

Oh, it was a moos horor of horrs! I scremed and scramed, but noone anwered, becuse god had gone on vakation.

I flel intu a trash, and ten yeors late, i was knot in tros. I walk out fo hotpsipal and sand in frunt is jon lenon i said

“Jon lennon?” your ded.

“No, he said. this is teh yer 1959. I was imedately overjyed

“mi nam is surgant pppeers. i” siad do yu wan to be in a ban?

I do noooot konw how to play”” jawn lneon siad

i will teach you

okay

i then wint an go pul, ring, and gege

and i sad i will tech play bec must famus ban eev.

heeowvr! hit in paln!

i is tim travel!!

is mci jgager sohw up nad and he kill!!!!!!! mic jegagr sow pu nda he mka go out

We go out of stile!!!!!!

no oh!

bad!

we earlise

tat tmie si

os we make a plan to mrueedr mic jegagr!

ew og bcak to the ftuure! seatl preetnd ot be dragon!!!

I tell frooomer slef “michale kiit”

tehn i go to michael keaton i say “I am producer i nee dhelp”

I have him star in my dream, and then I go and make birdman but oh no! michael keton shows up from dream! Now two michael keatons!

They schase me back through tmie to the 60s!

Teyh corner me and the ebatles in the corner of an alley, but then mic jagger shows up, in a car and he hits the two michael keatons.

And that’s how you kill two birds with one stone.

[yourdailykitsch]

Taylor Kitsch, an actor known for his roles in such Hollywood productions as "Battleship: Battle for Earth" and "X-Men Origins: Wolverine", is starring in the new Canal + series "Defeated". In an interview, the actor reveals what he remembers from history lessons, what connects the series' story with the modern world. He also explains why, according to him, every person should visit the former concentration camp of Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Taylor Kitsch started his adventure in Hollywood as a "hottie" - an actor associated with a great body and beautiful face. All because the first role that brought the popularity of the former model Abercrombie and Fitch was the character of naughty lover Tim Riggins in the cult series "Friday Night Lights".

Kitsch did not avoid tough moments in his career - for example, when the $ 250 million John Carter, his first such big role, suffered a disgusting box office failure. But the Canadian knew this taste already - after coming to the USA, he was homeless for some time before finding a job.

For years, he has been successfully playing in big titles and alongside big names. Oliver Stone ("Savages"), Ryan Murphy ("Heart Reflex"), roles alongside Chadwick Boseman ("21 Bridges"), Michael Shannon ("Waco"), Michael Keaton ("American Assassin") and Rihanna ("Battlefield ), the HBO series "Detective," starring Vince Vaughn and Rachel McAdams. Meanwhile, Kitsch finds his way to charity, especially for children.

From 1 January 2021, we will watch him in  "Defeated" . There he plays the role of Brooklyn policeman Max McLoughlin, who in the summer of 1946 is sent to Berlin, which is divided into four spheres of influence. Its task is to support the emerging police structures in the rubble. But upholding order in a space of brutality and lawlessness and clashing political forces - French, American, British and Soviet - will not be easy. Especially since Max does not know that he is used as a pawn in the game to open the Cold War, and somewhere in the maze of Berlin rubble lurks his brother Moritz, a self-proclaimed Nazi hunter who will stop at nothing ...

In addition to Kitsch, the main roles will be: Nina Hoss (local policewoman Elsie Garten), Sebastian Koch (criminal known as Engelmacher, Al Capone of post-war Berlin), Logan Marshall-Green (Max's missing brother, Moritz) and Michael C. Hall (consul Tom Franklin ).

The "Defeated" takes place in Berlin, right after the war. When you decided to play Max McLoughlin, did you have any knowledge of what the situation in Germany was like then?

The seres begins six months after the end of the war. I have the impression that this is a moment that is missing in the educational process - we learn a lot about the war itself, but about what happened immediately after it, for example, I had no idea. The plot of "Defeated" is made up, but our director Måns Mårlind (co-creator of the hit series "Bridge over the Sund") constructed it on the basis of many true stories. I have the impression that fact and fiction are perfectly balanced here. In the process of preparation, he gave us many documentaries and articles that helped to build an idea about the climate of the city from 1946. Discovering the next details of the story was fascinating for me.

Your work gives him a chance to get to know the world, its history, extraordinary places and people. Do you appreciate it?

This is the best part of my job! With each new production, I have a chance to immerse myself in its world and get to know it thoroughly. It could be a war movie like "Survivor", a story about a cult leader ("Waco"), the world of a detective ("Detective") or the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, as in "Heart Reflex". When I was an aspiring actor learning to act in New York, I never imagined that I would be able to live and work like this. Train with Navy Seals or meet Larry Kramer [American playwright, writer and activist for LGBT rights - ed.]. I am very lucky!

Prague, where you shot "Defeated", is a cult city for many Polish filmmakers, due to the famous FAMU school, but also a popular, atmospheric excursion destination. How was your time there?

Lovely. He will refer again to the privilege of working like this: six months in such a wonderful place, it is almost immoral! The only downside was the tight schedule so I didn't discover all the nooks and crannies that I had on the agenda. Fortunately, my driver, a guy in his fifties, was a great-grandfather from Prague, very talkative, and from him I learned the most interesting things - stories about the adventures of my ancestors and friends! Besides, in Prague, if you want to take a history lesson, you go out twenty meters in front of the front door - and it's already getting started. We shot in the summer, before Covid. We had an international team - Czechs, Swedes, Russians, Germans, French ... In use - not only behind the scenes, but also on the set - several languages ​​simultaneously. Really, the only problem for me was my diet. Flour, red meat, stews ... I don't really like to eat like that. At least the beer was delicious, really amazing! In general, I really liked the culture of drinking and eating outside, these gardens, the community ... wonderful thing.

Due to the fact that the film was made in Europe, you had the opportunity to see places related to the war with your own eyes. What made the greatest impression on you? I was lucky, although it is not quite an adequate term that during the shooting we managed to visit the site of the former Auschwitz camp. Of course I knew, I had read about concentration camps before, but this direct contact with the site was invaluable, it gave me a clear idea of ​​what happened. It is difficult for a man to believe what he sees around him. He's standing right next to him, yet he doesn't quite believe it. The space made a huge impression on me. I did not realize how huge Birkenau was, how perfectly organized the entire extermination was. This architecture, the surrounding houses, barracks. Someone designed it, thought over the function down to the smallest detail, and during my visit, I had the chance to trace how and where the whole process took place, step by step. I was standing there and it felt like I was choking, my whole body ached. Such experiences helped me a lot to bring my character to life. Max did not survive the camp himself, but he appears in a place marked by this tragedy, the tragedy of World War II, it affects him. I wish everyone could visit this place because it is a life changing experience.

Movies set in the past can be a perfect mirror for what is here and now. What analogies do you see between that reality and today's world? - Division, the dictate of fear, fear of the unknown, of otherness. Different ways to work through your trauma. These are all threads that connect the "Defeated" space with our reality. For my character, especially the experience of trauma resulting from family history, from the relationship with my brother, becomes the key. They both underwent a similar shock, but their reactions were completely different. I found it very interesting. Max is still hoping for a change, Moritz, as the saying goes, "the platform is gone". They have a completely different perception of one and the same event. Again, it is also a very contemporary thread - one event, situation, and extreme different opinions about it.

Your hero comes from Brooklyn, after you came from Canada, you spent a lot of time in New York. What is so special about the atmosphere of this city that gives it such a "mythical" status? For me, it has always been, I fully agree! Scorsese's "Streets of Poverty" has always been such a cinematic quintessence of New York, with its excellent Keitel and DeNiro. This film is set in the 1940s, which is the present day of Max. He was my point of reference in terms of the accent. Those years were difficult, the inhabitants struggled to make ends meet, and that also had to affect my character's character. Besides, New York has a chic character, New Yorkers feel proud of their roots. It's also something that Max defines.

And you had to transfer this New York feeling to Berlin ... ... to the razed Berlin, which for Max becomes, in a way, another space of trauma, personal again, but this time much more intense.

For this role, you had to master not only a Brooklyn accent, but also the German language. It was difficult?

I had an amazing accent teacher from Berlin, Simone. My rock! Fortunately, Max is an American who speaks German poorly and not a German, because if I had to play a German, I would have had a nervous breakdown! German is a damn hard language, especially for someone who wasn't exposed to such sounds when growing up. I learned everything phonetically. Sometimes I was "suspended" during the scene and then I was saved by Nina [Hoss, a great German acting and screen partner of Kitsch - ed.]. In my career, I have had to play with a South African, Texas, New York accent ... I've learned that there is no such thing as an optimal effect, someone is always dissatisfied. I focus on the vision agreed with the creators and I stick to it. Language is an amazing link between the actor and the protagonist, gives a unique insight into his state of mind and view of the world. I definitely prefer to play the character with an accent than to speak as usual. It's a great transformation tool. The arrangement of the lips, the appearance of the face, and the term are changing. In "Waco" my character, the guru of the sect David Koresh, had an unnaturally high, soft voice, which immediately made the viewer feel differently.

We associate you with American hits, but you are, like Ryan Reynolds or Ryan Gosling, Canadian. Do you feel like an American, or is Canada a state of mind after all?

I started my adventure with the USA when I was 20, I came to school. Now I'm forty, so I've spent half my life here. Madness! Over time, I have grown into this space, I have settled down and I feel at home. I'm talking to you from my home in Austin, Texas. But at the same time, I'll always be Canadian. I go there often, visiting my family and familiar places. Maybe I'll go back one day, who knows?

You've had moments in your career that turned from a promise of triumph to failure, such as the high-budget John Carter, who failed at the box office. Do you have something that you already know: "I'm avoiding this"? I don't have things that, as a rule, I don't do or know that I will never do. But there are some that I don't like. These include radical weight changes. My dear friend must have gained twenty-five kilos for a small, independent film. The first week was great because you eat what you want, then depression started, joint problems, sugar jumping ... I never put my back, but I lost weight. I lost a dozen kilos for the role in "Waco", before that for the "Bang Bang Club". It's fucking hard and very exhausting, especially the older I get. My body and head hate it! Also, until Scorsese calls with some great proposal, I say: enough.

[ekaterinakostrova]

“She wanted to be able to talk to him in his own language, and that desire was a terrible pain”.

Her lips formed words, fingers touched old pages. So many unfamiliar words, but already familiar letters. It became a ritual for her. Sometimes she read historical chronicles about cruel and desperate generals, about the greatest warriors, conquerors of the wind; she read stories of formidable battles and vile creatures that fell by the swords of the brave rulers of mountains, read legends about star-crossed lovers... Among all of these books, she could find slim volumes of poetry. Words enchanted her, phrases intoxicated her.

And then she heard his speech. She had already heard the Illyrian language among native speakers, but when he spoke, something inside her began to tremble. It was like a bolt of lightning, a burning cold sliding over her spine. Such a melodic language and his soft tone, a deep and low voice. He spoke, and they listened to him, valued his every word. Words that sounded so naturally on his lips.

Emerie helped her find some books that she could read after mastering the alphabet, sometimes trying to explain the structure of sentences, but she still lacked written sources.

“No one on the continent studies Illyrian intentionally, so you won’t be able to find a single well-written textbook in a common language,” Emerie once said, cutting the dark fabric into pieces with a sharp pair of silver scissors.

“Why?” Nesta asked with interest, looking up at the girl.

Emery blew out a long sigh.

“Why would anyone mess with the most brutal warriors on the continent? Everyone is terrified of my people, and the elders are too stubborn to let strangers into our lands”.

Nesta frowned.

“Women of the clans sew real works of art. I am sure that many noble families among all Courts on the continent would like to buy clothes with Illyrian’s national embroidery. In some clans, large gems are mined. They could develop market, and so many people could finally find a job.

Emerie grinned bitterly.

“Tell the old man about it, and I'll see, what he will do with you after that.”

And Nesta wanted to. But more than that, she wanted to fill the oppressive silence in the house. Sometimes Cassian would come back in the middle of the night, when she was already in her room. She peered at the hazy shifty visage night after night. She knew that he had done it deliberately, so that he would not accidentally meet with her in the house. He was trying to avoid her. Their last fight was not just a simple quarrel, they both allowed themselves to hurt each other with words, deeply.

Sometimes she listened to the fierce melody of the wandering storm outside, waiting for the sound of heavy wings, the echoes from the creaking floorboards, and his tired sigh. Sometimes she fell asleep on the sofa by the fire, waiting for him to return. And while she was sleeping, she imagined him flying in the black sky, a cascade of snow coming down, hiding the horizon behind it.  

She rarely stayed in the living room, still feeling like an intruder in his house, but this night the storm was particularly strong, and there was nothing she could do about her restless heart. She listened to the menacing swirls of the strong wind beating against the glass.

She looked down at the books on the massive wooden table, peered at the fascinating patterns of letters, ran her fingers along the handwritten pages, as if she could feel the hands that had painted the once clean, light pages. The Illyrian language was surprisingly refined, like fine art. Nesta saw the notes that Cassian left on papers, and was amazed that his strong hands, which easily broke other people's bones, could write out neat curls of letters that formed words.

She looked down at her pages with writing and grimaced. Her letters were crooked, and the handwriting was sloppy, rushed and untidy.

She took a deep breath and started again. She wrote until her fingers ached and her palms were covered with dark streaks of ink. Then she tried to read the first few stanzas in the book, trying to remember how Emerie used to say the words of greeting that Illyrians exchange with each other.

“I salute you, may your path be easy and your heart be serene.”

She took a deep breath and tried again.

“Eine kaste corte, de la vonte lineus, sum meri altus”.

Nesta frowned, trying to remember the correct intonation with which Emerie had read the sentence.

“Eine kaste corte…de la vonte lineus…”.

And it sounded so wrong on her lips. But… she was patient.

Nesta was trying to finish the sentence, when suddenly she heard fluent Illyrian speech, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Eine vileus corte ir woste famus”.

She met deep, dark brown eyes that turned almost black in the shadows. Dark, curly locks of wet hair fell over his handsome face, and his piercing gaze met with her pale gray eyes. Her lips parted slightly. They lived under the same roof, but the feeling of tension did not subside after their last argument, and they both avoided each other.

Nesta blinked, breaking eye contact and looking down at her soiled hands.

“I don't know what your words mean,” she admitted, feeling a warm blush creep over her cheekbones.

“I welcome you to my home.” This is what they say when they invite guests to their home.

For a long moment, a deafening silence enveloped them. She wanted to be with him, she was happy that he came back. She wanted to breathe in his scent that she longed for, wanted to look at him and memorize his features until her eyes ached. But she stared at her hands, refusing to obey her instinct. The desire she wanted to get rid of.

“Never knew you were learning Illyrian. Why would you do that? A large number of Illyrians know the common language too.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Not all of them. People close to noble families can speak the common language, and many women and children do not understand me. If I'm going to live here, I need to know the language that people speak, don't I? Otherwise, I will remain a foreign witch.

She felt the air crackle with his anger; his eyes had gone molten with a suppressed rage that seems to suck all the air out of the atmosphere.

“What did they tell you?”

She looked up at him because she couldn't stop herself. And Nesta was surprised to see faint echoes of fear in the depths of the hazel eyes.

“Nothing,” she whispered faintly, hiding behind the pages of her books. No one would take her words seriously; no one of elders would give her the word to stand up for the rights of children and women.

But there was another reason, entirely selfish reason. She wanted to be able to talk to him in his own language, and that desire was a terrible pain.

She kept her gaze glued to the table because if she looked at him she might be lost.

“I'll make some tea,” Nesta said sharply, rising from the table, not daring to endure the oppressive silence of the room any longer.  She had to get away from him, from his soft voice.

She put the kettle on the stove, lighting the burner. So much time has passed, and many things have become familiar, almost native. She was used to the smell of black coffee and toast in the morning, used to the smell of Jasmine tea that Cassian brewed in the morning. She was used to seeing him at work, and it seemed that he could not afford a moment of peace to himself. Sometimes she saw him oiling and polishing heavy swords, but never in the house, as if the house he had built with his own hands was his fortress. His hiding place from the rest of the world.

This house felt different with him in it. She felt different. It was the way he looked at her, as if he could devour her any minute. 

When she returned to the living room with a wooden tray containing two mugs of hot tea, Cassian was sitting at the table, looking at her notes.

“Your handwriting is beautiful,” he said.

She made a face as she put the tray on the table.

“I'm telling the truth,” he said, grinning widely. “I also brought you something,” he said, nodding toward a stack of leather-bound volumes.

“What is it?” she asked, picking up one of the books and flipping through the pages, the handwriting was familiar.

“These are my notebooks when I was learning the common language. I thought you might need them. I started with the alphabet, too, and my notes weren't as neat and consistent as yours,” he said, keeping his gaze on her. He knew. He knew what he did to her when she looked into his eyes.

“When did you start learning a common language?” she asked, looking up at him.

“I think I was a little older than you”.

“Why?”

He chuckled.

“I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to see the world, wanted to become someone”.

She remembered the little boy who had snatched the bread from the counter at the market. She remembered how fiercely and hopelessly he had pressed his fingers into a loaf of bread.

Hunger.

Coldness.

She was familiar with these feelings. He was just a little child. The top of his head barely reaching her knees. In the reflection of his eyes, she saw a grown man who had known too much pain.

She shuddered, remembering that day.

She could not imagine what Cassian’s life was like in these mountains, among these cruel warriors.

“Who taught you?”

“Firstly, I learned it by myself. Books were a luxury. In my time, I could buy a warm jacket or boots, a hearty dinner and find a safe place for a night for one of such books”.

He picked up one of her notebooks, looking at her notes with interest.

“Later, Rhysand’s mother gave me lessons”.

Nesta fixed her gaze on the map he had drawn in his notebook, running her fingers over the letters, with the names of seas, oceans, and distant continents. Did he dream of traveling around the world as much as she did?

It was more than she could ask for.  

“Thank you”.

He grinned again, a slow, beautiful smile that sent her heart clenching hard.

“I could help you, if that's what you want.”

She clutched a leather-bound book.

“It would be my pleasure.”

[memoire2cite]

Le temps des cites modernes et souvent d'HLM....Domy z panelu (1959) - 1er court métrage du cinéaste tchèque Jiří Menzel - Un documentaire sur la construction des logements préfabriqués Paneláky Prefabricated Houses. A student work by Jiří Menzel, filmed during his second year at the FAMU film school. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-2hXxJUn74" rel="noreferrer nofollow">www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-2hXxJUn74</a> Domy z panelu (Jirí Menzel, 1959) Prefabricated Houses. A student work by Jiří Menzel, filmed during his second year at the FAMU film school.  les grands chantiers 1955 1960s En France, la préfabrication va tout d'abord se développer dans le contexte de pénurie générale de la Libération. Dans un second temps, l'opération des « 4 000 logements de la région parisienne » en 1953 inaugure la généralisation de la préfabrication pour la construction des grands ensembles de logements en France. Le Bonheur est dans le béton - 2015 Documentaire réalisé par Lorenz Findeisen produit par Les Films du Tambour de Soie Le logement préfabriqué, victime de son succès en France, fut exporté en Europe de l’Est. Qui se souvient aujourd’hui que ces logements symboles de progrès devinrent, en pleine guerre froide, la marque de fabrique du collectivisme ? Jacqueline a 50 ans et vit à la cité des Courtillières à Pantin. Elle se souvient lorsque, enfant, elle quitta avec ses parents le « une pièce parisien » sans commodités pour un appartement spacieux et moderne dans cette cité. La cité des Courtillières est alors une cité pilote, censée réaliser le rêve d’une vie nouvelle dans une France qui manquait à la Libération cruellement de logements. Comme tant d’autres Jacqueline enfant ignorait qu’elle devait à Raymond Camus architecte génial, créateur du panneau en béton préfabriqué, cette invention qui promettait un futur radieux pour tous. Sydney, voisin de Jacqueline, se remémore lui, les bus remplis d’architectes venus d’Union soviétique pour visiter sa cité… La marque de fabrique du collectivisme Le logement préfabriqué victime de son succès en France est exporté en Europe de l’Est. Qui se souvient aujourd’hui que ces logements symboles de progrès devinrent en pleine guerre froide, la marque de fabrique du collectivisme ? Pour Julie, à Prague, ou Susanna à Berlin Est, l’arrivée du préfabriqué dans leur vie revêt une toute autre signification. Utopies sociales, idéologies politiques et avant-garde architecturale commencent à se mélanger. Le rêve du bonheur tourne vite au cauchemar… En République tchèque, l’antique ville de Most est détruite pour des raisons économiques pour être reconstruite grâce au panneau de béton. Au travers d’archives inédites et de témoignages des habitants, l’histoire incroyable de panneau en béton se raconte pour la première fois de Paris à Moscou, de 1950 à nos jours. Documentaire réalisé par Lorenz Findeisen, produit par Les Films du Tambour de Soie <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x413amo" rel="noreferrer nofollow">www.dailymotion.com/video/x413amo</a> @ Petite histoire de la préfabrication Les violentes destructions de la Seconde Guerre mondiale ont contraint une bonne partie des pays européens à trouver des solutions inédites concernant la reconstruction. « Les guerres sont par exemple d’importants accélérateurs de l’industrialisation du bâtiment pour deux raisons au moins. La première est que l’industrie d’armement se recycle logiquement dans la production civile après les conflits ; la deuxième est que les territoires dévastés par les destructions, comprenant des villes entières, sont à reconstruire. » Franz Graf L’originalité de la première phase de ces reconstructions réside dans la dynamique expérimentale initiée par les gouvernements européens autour de la préfabrication, ainsi que l’explique Franz Graf [2] dans l’introduction référencée de l’ouvrage. Elain Harwood met en lumière les programmes de logements publics préfabriqués en Angleterre et Nick Bullock présente un focus sur les maisons-témoins préfabriquées de Northolt aux apparences ordinaires. Ce sont ces dernières qui vont inspirer le Ministère de la Reconstruction et de l’Urbanisme français pour ces chantiers expérimentaux de maisons préfabriquées. L’Italie, de son côté, se basera sur les maisons de Northolt et la cité expérimentale de Noisy-le-Sec pour concevoir le QT8 à Milan, laboratoire où sont construits des maisons-prototypes en relation avec la Triennale, ainsi que l’explique Francesca Albani. Les deux contributions consacrées à l’Allemagne de Steeve Sabatto et Silke Langenberg s’attachent plus spécifiquement à la dimension technique et aux systèmes constructifs inventés par Konrad Wachsmann en collaboration avec Walter Gropius et Helmut Spieker, semble-t-il sans lien avec les autres pays européens. Suite aux expérimentations, chacun des pays prend des voies sensiblement différentes vers le logement de masse. Si les prefabs anglais demeurent un élément caractéristique du paysage national, la construction traditionnelle, tout aussi rentable économiquement sera préférée. Le recours à la préfabrication concernera, avec davantage de bonheur, les écoles anglaises. En France, à partir de 1954, l’État fixe aussi sa doctrine : la solution au manque de logement se trouve dans la préfabrication lourde, ouvrant la voie aux grands ensembles. Et l’Italie prendra finalement un tournant bien différent en opérant un retour décisif à des techniques artisanales, exécutées à pied d’œuvre, afin d’augmenter l’occupation ouvrière. Mais un défi, tant collectif que particulier, est aujourd’hui à relever : comment rénover le bâti préfabriqué existant ? Les solutions dépendront forcément « de la valeur que l’on attribue à un patrimoine, surtout s’il est considéré comme ordinaire et diffus » [3]. Ainsi que le démontrent les cas particuliers ici étudiés, il n’y a pas de réponse préfabriquée, mais des réflexions et des histoires captivantes autant que singulières. Les héros de l’industrialisation face à la patrimonialisation Si les histoires architecturales racontées sont principalement européennes, il aurait été impensable, à propos de préfabrication, de ne pas mentionner les États-Unis et notamment un de ses représentants les plus populaires : Buckminster Fuller. Le texte de James Ashby [4] retrace l’aventure de la restauration de la maison Dymaxion (contraction en anglais de dynamic-maximum-tension), aujourd’hui exposée au musée Ford à Détroit. Cette maison devait « révolutionner l’industrie du logement après la Seconde Guerre mondiale » en proposant aux familles des habitations qui ne devaient pas dépasser le prix d’une Cadillac. Mais l’entreprise de Fuller fit faillite et il ne resta qu’un prototype, récupéré et transformé par l’un des investisseurs afin d’en faire son logement. Des décennies après, la maison est abandonnée et le bâti se dégrade : les héritiers finissent par faire don de la maison au musée en 1991. Mais six années vont encore s’écouler avant que le musée ne s’engage dans la restauration de la maison Dymaxion. Une équipe pluridisciplinaire va être constituée dans une démarche scientifique, avec pour défi complexe d’être au plus proche de l’authenticité d’une expérience architecturale inachevée. Portes du pavillon du centenaire de l’aluminium, page 107 du catalogue de vente Artcurial des 23 et 24 novembre 2010 Autre héros de la préfabrication, notre Jean Prouvé hexagonal. L’article de Richard Klein [5], « Le pavillon du centenaire de l’aluminium, un patrimoine en pièce », présente différents paradoxes patrimoniaux lié à cet édifice nomade, le caractère véhiculaire était bien souvent intrinsèque aux constructions de Prouvé. L’auteur part ici de la controverse apparue suite à la mise en vente d’un ensemble de portes et d’un panneau provenant du pavillon du centenaire de l’aluminium, construction protégée au titre des Monuments historiques. Outre les remarques concernant la place des collectionneurs de Prouvé, la question de l’intégrité de l’édifice est passionnante. En effet, le bâtiment, tel qu’il a été remonté à Villepinte, a été réduit par rapport à son implantation initiale. Dès lors, Richard Klein pose la question : « comment envisager la question de l’intégrité d’un édifice dont les dimensions peuvent être considérées comme variables ? » Les problèmes patrimoniaux liés à ce pavillon semblent sans fin, reflétant la complexité de la situation. Un dernier exemple : l’édifice s’étant déplacé de Lille à Villepinte, son périmètre de protection s’est-il déplacé avec lui ? Parmi les autres cas d’études intelligemment présentés : la construction inachevée de Claude Prouvé, véritable ruine de science-fiction ou encore les péripéties patrimoniales de la CAF du XVe arrondissement à Paris, « l’unique bâtiment en France qui a fait l’objet d’un déclassement du statut de Monument historique ». Dénouement Face à des bâtiments qui ne correspondent plus aux besoins contemporains ou qui se sont dégradés avec le temps, la dernière partie de l’ouvrage présente des projets de réhabilitation, transformation, rénovation, adaptation et sauvegarde. Le SHAPE Village de la Faisanderie à Fontainebleau, la transformation de la tour Bois-le-Prêtre à Paris, la cité d’habitation de Droixhe en Belgique, les bâtiments des frères Honegger à Genève, les immeubles de Triemli à Zurich : autant de témoignages d’une nouvelle réception de cette architecture préfabriquée qui eut longtemps mauvaise presse mais dont les qualités architecturales sont désormais reconnues par les architectes. Beaucoup militent pour les transformer en respectant les projets initiaux. Ces derniers textes, plus courts et moins réflexifs ont néanmoins leur place, présentant les directions actuelles et les problématiques quant aux projets de transformations. À la fin de ce copieux ouvrage bien documenté, si les auteurs n’ont pas épuisé la question de la sauvegarde de l’architecture préfabriquée, certaines énigmes de cette histoire architecturale qui parcourt le XXe siècle jusqu’à aujourd’hui piquent la curiosité. Des contributions passionnantes et une grande cohérence dans le contenu donnent à l’histoire de la préfabrication des allures d’épopée architecturale. GRAF, Franz et DELEMONTEY, Yvan (dir.), Architecture industrialisée et préfabriquée : connaissance et sauvegarde, Éditions des Presses polytechniques et universitaires romandes, Laboratoire des Techniques de la Sauvegarde de l’Architecture Moderne, textes en anglais et en français, 2012 le Logement Collectif* dans tous ses états..Histoire & Mémoire de l'Habitat / Archives ANRU / Rétro Banlieue / Renouvellement Urbain / Urbanisme / HLM <a href="https://twitter.com/Memoire2cite" rel="noreferrer nofollow">twitter.com/Memoire2cite</a>

[the-crooked-empire]

🔥 for Sammy Lawrence

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

THANKS YOU SO MUCH, FELLOW İNK MONSTER, LET US BEGIN.

Ok, first of all, Sammy Lawrence is not a unique character at all. His desing is literally a Lost One with Overalls and a Bendy mask. I kinda liked that "Worshipping İnk Demon" thing but it's not intresting anymore.

Also, Sammy's voice??? His organs are literally replaced with İnk, but he's talking very smooth anyways.

Also, toxic Sammy fans. I literally just say "I dislike Sammy" and they're trying to kill me. Why tho??

Also, his quotes are boring. He's a musician, sooo he could make a old Cartoon song a creepy song and sing it while walking around BUT no, "sheep sheep sheep"

Also, his coming back in Chapter 5 doesn't makes sense. I would either make him a ally to Henry or just kill him at the first place. A victim of Ink Demon dying in front of Henry would be cool if they added more things in it. Like, Henry coming to save him but seeing Sammy's tearing apart bidy and İnk Demon instead,,,,would bw really cool. BUT no! P0f! He gone!

Also, Fanon Sammy is unlovable. He's either an asshole or a Mary Sue. I mean, his fellow workers literally tries to help him with stuff and he acts like a fucking 5 year old child. You do realise you're a fucking adult, right??? Say thank you, sorry or anything at all!

Also, ohohohoh, I won't forget he made fun of Susie. Sammy HAD to know that Bendy was desinged to be th most famus character, but he told Susie Alice would be populer anyways.

[tallahasseelesstravelled]

11/27/20 Secret Skatepark, Tallahassee, Florida

30°26'01.1"N 84°16'58.5"W

This one is actually pretty well known and easy to access compared to the previous locations. In fact, you can see it from the road if you look hard enough. It’s right off S Adams street, behind where Gramlings used to be. From what I’ve heard, there used to be a skate shop near it, so they built a DIY skatepark so that people didn't have to go all the way out to Jackson Bluff just to skate. The park has seen somewhat of a revival due to the official skatepark being closed due to covid, but now that ones back open and the secret skate park returns to being virtually unused except for FAMU graduation photoshoots. It’s actually a pretty cool place to chill or take pictures. You can sit on one of the ramps, or just hang out under the Duval street bridge. I’m feeling an 8/10 on this one.

[drollins-journal]

About Me

Welcome to my Blog!

My name is Dejah, I was born and raised here in Atlanta. My favorite hobby is listening to music. I could probably listen to any genre of music if it sounds good to me. My favorite color is purple and my dream college is FAMU. 

I have high expectations for myself and Ms. Bryant. I did pretty well in literature last year but I hope to do even better this year. Although we will be doing school virtually which makes it difficult to stay motivated, I still expect to push through the circumstances and inconveniences to have a good school year, and I hope Ms. Bryant will do the same.

I have a pretty adaptive learning style, so I can pick up different things pretty quickly. I’m ok with all teaching styles but I do favor one, which is visual learning. My least favorite teaching style is hands on teaching, but it’s definitely not an issue. I hope to learn about different places and their impact on literature. I’m very eager to learn what Ms. Bryant has to offer, I am certain we will have a smooth and productive school year!

[emperorbigdaddydrip]

The News of The People - Episode #172: "FAMU NAACP Efforts Against The Legislative Injustices" Here's a Word From the FAMU National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (@famunaacp) : "It is only Week One of Florida’s legislative session and there has been a slew of oppressive legislation placed on the floor! It is time that FAMU’s students do our civic duties and stand up and fight back! Please join us tomorrow evening at 5:00pm at the Square Mug Cafe (Railroad Square) to discuss how our students can get follow in our predecessors footsteps to fight for our rights." Thank you guys so much for you time! Make sure you pull up to the YouTube Channel (“Zachariah White”) to check out the good stuff! Social Media Links: YouTube - Zachariah White Link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2SRMW7OUNCX8dHjdtfwjLg Facebook - Zachariah White Link: https://www.facebook.com/NerdySuperman/ Twitter - @PS3XBOX360Game1 Link: https://twitter.com/PS3XBOX360Game1 NEW Instagram - KingBigDaddyDrip Link: https://www.instagram.com/kingbigdaddydrip/ Snapchat - King Senor Blanco (drpolitician) SoundCloud - Big Daddy Drip Link: https://soundcloud.com/zachariah-white-251981857 Spotify - Zachariah White or "The Royal High Table" Link: https://open.spotify.com/show/5S5V9z2JP5w1UNLbCPhYZT Anchor - Zachariah White or "The Royal High Table" Link: https://anchor.fm/zachariah-white #zachariahwhite #ZachariahTrevonWhite #kingwhite #emperorwhite #theblueempire #blueempire #BigDaddyDrip #KingBigDaddyDrip #EmperorBigDaddyDrip #thenewsofthepeople #TNOTP #thejuiceneverstopsdripping

[deliciousreligionpoliticshuman]

#E320TitanXSeriesProduction #E320TitanXSeries

These ladies will be placed in a position to change COSPLAY FOREVER.

We will bring the BLACK COSPLAY conventions to Las Vegas...OR NORTH LAS VEGAS...WHEN I become the Governor of Nevada.

Facebook misses out on the big news. LOL!?!?

Every time they block me, I'm going to level up.

[futurewriter2000]

Sweet fights ~Pt. 4

A/N: So, appereantly I decided to write it an post it today. I got inspired by a song and the next part is the continuation and I promise next part we’re getting more Fred Weasley x reader and more Harry and reader angst. I’ve already started on part 5 but you know me- I can be inpredictable. 

Let me know how I did in this part <3 - Q.T

(GIF - just imagine Vajakovski thats Vajakovski bc that’s excatly how I imagined him - okay go read now.)

xx

Tears; bitter, scalding, forced or pure - they soaked your cheeks and your heart.

It felt like another experience to mark your life. Not as the painful incident but as the darkness you’ve felt before. All the background, the reasons you’ve created for your transfer to another school- they were all a lie.

Your mother was by your side and she was placing her hand on your waist while your father kept holding back the words behind his shut lips. You haven’t dared to look at them, not now when you’ve felt the disgrace and humiliation. You faced them your back, your fingers digging in the softness of the peach-white pillow and your mind filled regretful thoughts.

“ I knew you wouldn’t become responsible.” your father started with the depth of his voice, causing your heart to fall into a fright. “ I knew you were going to fall back again- YOU NEVER LEARN (Y/N)! “ he now shouted while your mother tried to quiet him.

“ Be quiet, (y/f/n).”

“ No! She promised that she will get it together AND AFTER EVERYTHING WE HAVE DONE FOR HER! That is how she thanks us! “

“ It was not her fault! “ your mother stood up and stormed to your father. “ She loves Quidditch! She didn’t know what would happen to her! She didn’t know it would lead her to this!”

“ It started with Quidditch in Durmstrang too! Vajakovski! That boy started it all!” your father continued to shout, pointing at you. “ She should know better! Now she’s medicating and she’s going to need medication and you know where it leads next! Back to me wasting money for rehab!”

“ She’s our daughter! “

Their voices continued to ring in your head, over and over again but as much as you wanted to side with your mother on this, you knew your father was right.

Back in Durmstrang, Ivica Vajakovski was a boy in your class. He was always seated beside you because of the strict seating order in the school and both of you became great partners in studies as well as in mischief, and later in love. He was your boyfriend when both of you started the fourth year and were together for two years until you had to transfer.

Ivica; he was everything to you. The young, foolish kids that believed were experiencing true love but one of his flaws was later the reason of creating your own. In the third year, he pulled you into Quidditch. He kept being persistent for you to join the team and you, of course, in love and prepared to do anything for him, worked hard to please. But after that summer, when he visited his grandparents in Serbia, he came back different. For you, he was still the same boy you knew for four years but the way love blinds people, he was far from being who he once was.

He became bolder, more confident in himself and his magic as well as in Quidditch abilities. He made sure he was the best on the team, the best in class and he made sure you were his. You were enamored by him and by this new Ivica Vajakovski you were getting.

But what do they say again: “Love is not blind but it leads to blindness.”

He showed you heaven, utopia, joy, pleasure, fun - he showed you everything a girl would ever want from a boy but at the time you didn’t know that later, he was about to drag you through hell as well.

It started with an innocent party in the fifth year. Few friends, few drinks...

‘ “ I’m telling you he’s not good for you, (y/n).”

“ I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you, Viktor. I trust him.” you rolled your eyes at the man.

“ And I’ve been taking care of you longer so trust me when I say that all I’m doing is looking out. He’s not the same.”

“ We all grow Vik.”

“ He’s a bad influence.”

“ He’s fun.”  ‘

Viktor, of course, as always, was right. The two drifted after that year because he kept insisting for you to let Vajakovski go but you wouldn’t hear of it. You followed your “love” anywhere he led you.

October - “It’s just one drink. Trust me.”

December -  “It’s just one smoke. Trust me.”

February - “It’s just heroin. It isn’t even a big deal. Trust me.”

March - “Shit. I’ll fix this. Trust me.”

Four months in rehabilitation. Seventeen of shakes and cold sweats. One hundred and twenty-one days in a closed room and therapy...

“ She mixed potions and pills and doesn’t even remember! It fucked with her head and she thinks she took none at all! And later they find out she took extra doses! What else doesn’t she remember!” your father continued to shout and you shut your eyes, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and soaking into the pillow.

“ They didn’t know!”

“ She did! She should have told them when they prescripted her!”

But this time your mother didn’t have an argument to fight with and neither did you. He was completely right.

“ I’m going to call Viktor.” was all she said.

“No!” you sat up and looked at them with red-swollen eyes. “Please don’t!”

“You don’t have a say, young lady. We’re calling him!”

“Please don’t call him. He’ll hate me.” you begged. “ I can do this. He doesn’t have to know!”

“ He does! He has to know that you took all his hard work and all his help and spat it back in his face! He should know you failed him and you should know the anguish of it! ” your father shouted and stormed out of the room. 

“Mom, please. I don’t know how will I look at him in the eyes. I can’t do it.” you pleaded her but she only sat back in her chair and kept her gaze away from you. 

“ Alvays the famus vords of desperation.” a voice reached its softness and kindness to your ears and your eyes shot to the doors, falling upon a dark haired man.

“ Viktor?”