#flying bantu

[afrotumble]

[roeroe-world]

her noah, his wiz.

starring: aka roxxie as yaya, method man as cassius

set in 1997.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, profane language, detailed smut, adult situations, very long and lengthy scene ahead

The beauty of a black woman is unlike any other. Graced in different shades and sizes. Ebony skin crafted perfectly in the hands of God. Their creativity is unmatched. Trendsetters to the absolute max.

We’ve all heard the saying the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice… well, it’s absolutely true. Cassius is just one of many black men whom held the proof.

His woman, Yaya, is the perfect shade of brown. A true melanated queen, a head adorned with a crown. Whatever he wanted, she was down.

No-one could replace his girl. She’s his earth, his sun, the one. Yaya is his one and only true love, truly irreplaceable. They’ve had their ups and downs but still no other bitch could replace her.

“Aye, shorty? I’m home.” Cassius enters their home, after a long day of hustling and doing what he had to do to provide for his woman. He always made sure to make it home in one piece, never wanting his woman to worry about his whereabouts although she always did.

“I’m in here, baby!” Her sweet, Trinidadian and Queens accent meets his eardrums.

A familiar aroma exiting the kitchen invades his nostrils, he rubs his hands together, knowing whatever she cooked would be bomb. More than likely, she was cooking up a Caribbean dish.

Upon entering their spacious kitchen, the sight of his woman rocking blonde tresses nearly made him drool. She must’ve got her hair done today. He loves bright colors on her because it compliments her skin tone so well.

His shorty could rock braids, curls, a mullet, Bantu knots, anything, and she’d still look good. Yaya happened to be versatile with her looks which he adores. She wasn’t a basic bitch and she’s far from average.

The ebony woman stood unapologetically in her skin tone, a frame shaped like an hourglass, and a phat ass. In his eyes, nobody is on her level— not even actress, Halle Berry.

“Damn, who you looking this good for?” He envelopes his arms around her tiny frame, a firm grip on her plump bottom as his head dips into the crook of her neck. His pink lips planting sensual kisses along her soft skin.

His infamous scent of expensive cologne and weed dancing within her nostrils, making her feel right at home.

“You. As always.” She giggles, caressing his clothed back. “How was your day?”

“Same ‘ol shit.”

Yaya didn’t question him any further. She knew he was doing his thing in the streets.

Cassius slightly backs away to give her space to open the oven door, leaning against the island and scanning her frame closely through his Versace glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“So… Radiah and I went by Saks today and they had these fly ass high-heel boots. Baby, you should’ve saw ‘em— I mean, they had the cheetah print fur and leather.” Amongst opening the oven door, she sits the dish onto the table and removes the mittens off of her dainty manicured hands. “Then there was this purse. I think it was Prada or Dolce Gabbana. Bad.”

Reaching into the pocket of his baggy leather jacket, “How much money you need to go shopping?”

A bright smile creeps upon her glossy lips as she holds up her hand, showcasing the exact amount she wanted. Her dainty hand bending largely into the air.

Without a hesitation, Cassius chuckles, “I got you, baby.” He counts his cash and hands his woman a wad of money without wasting any time. Money isn’t a thing when it comes to spoiling his girl.

His wiz deserves the finer things in life.

“You always got me, baby.” She plants a loving kiss amongst his pink lips. Ain’t no nigga like the one she got.

1995. 1995 was the year, Cassius and Yaya first laid their dark brown orbs onto one another at Biggie’s concert. It was lust at first sight. A pretty face and a phat ass left him mesmerized but her aura left him hypnotized. Of course, she liked his roughneck look and thought he had it going on.

“What’s good, beautiful? I’m Cassius.” The brown dyed finger waves eccentuated her facial features. Her wine, red dress hugged her small figure as well as a pair of Jordan’s adorning her small feet.

He searched through the crowd to approach her, no longer focusing on the fact that one of his favorite rappers was performing on stage. Cassius was determined to talk to her, despite the rowdiness and ruckus occurring around them.

His hand outward for her to shake it which she does, scanning his being. His hair happened to be in a wild fro, dressed in baggy clothing and a fresh pair of Nikes. “Hello, Cassius. The name’s Yaya.” She definitely enjoyed the sight in front of her. “I’m guessing you want my number.”

Her accent caught him a bit off guard but instead he just grins, saying, “Yeah. If that’s cool with you.” She returns the grin, a grin that indicated that she was fucking with him.

For the rest of the show, they kicked it and remained in touch.

Despite the urges to want to pounce on him the moment they were finally alone for the first time, she made him work for it. Honestly, he loved every moment of it. ‘Cause it was worth it in the end. She’s worth it.

Here they were in 1997, still going strong. Cassius had been nothing short from a real nigga from the get go, fulfilling his promise to give her the world as he did. He treats her like a queen while keeping her laced in the finer things.

Despite possessing her own hard earned money, she has a man who could provide. A man whom she loves from his head to his toes. Who she’d ride for at any given moment.

He peers downward in her direction, grabbing a hold of Yaya’s left hand which held a large diamond rock on her fourth finger and intertwining their fingers, “Shit. I can’t wait to marry you.” The two staring onto one another passionately.

At times, she would often stare at her engagement ring, wondering if it was real or not. The stunning nine carat emerald cut diamond band adorned her left hand for the past four months.

New York City, it was pouring rain. The couple were enjoying their dinner at a popular luxurious restaurant in the city. Suddenly, their conversation transitioned into a heart to heart, expressing to one another how appreciative they were. But Cassius had more planned.

The palm of their hands connected as his thumb caressed the top of her hand, his raspy New York accent flowing within her eardrums. Their eyes never tearing away from one another.

“When you met me I ain’t have nothing and you didn’t have to fuck with me. But you did— no matter how much of a fucking handful I was. I wasn’t easy to deal with yet you remained solid. You stayed down, held a nigga down and helped mold me into the man I am today like no other woman could. You never folded when shit got tough and for that I ain’t got nothing but love and respect for you…”

He spoke truthfully, scanning her facial features and taking in her beauty. “Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you or replacing what you did. You keep it real. You all I ever wanted in a woman.” Cassius meant every single word. “We got history, shorty and knowing that—” The male reaches into his pocket and bends on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Instantaneously, her eyes bulged out of her head and she hops out of her seat without a hesitation. “Yes, Cassius, I’ll marry you!” Yaya’s high jet black ponytail bounced as she hops up and down in excitement similar to a child, smiling brightly.

A heartwarming grin amongst his pink lips, he slides the ring onto her finger and the moment he began to stand, she jumps into his arms. Their lips connecting passionately as if they were the only individuals in the establishment.

Yet, they had an entire audience, clapping and making sounds of approval for the couple.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” Their lips connect yet again. “You hungry?” She began to make him a plate.

“Hell yeah.” He wastes no time responding, his arms enveloping her waist as he watched her.

————

The couple hopped out of Cassius’ Mercedes Benz, strolling hand in hand into the large home. Cassius’ homeboy, Derek, lived it up and hosted lavish parties. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about the white people in his neighborhood.

They could call five-o on him at any moment yet he still could care less. It’s his house and he pays the bills, no-one could tell him what to do with his household. He continued to throw parties damn near every weekend. His house is big enough.

“Aye, what’s good, Cee?!” He greets his childhood friend, their hands clapping together while bringing one another in to clap the other’s back. “Ain’t shit. This piece jumpin’.” Cassius glances around the packed mansion, slightly nodding and rapping along to the music.

“Hey, Yaya. You look good.” Derek embraces the young woman into a friendly hug which she returns. “Hi, Derek.” He so happened to be one of the few of Cassius’ friends she actually liked.

Rap music played loudly, smoke clouded the house and women were everywhere. Mobb Deep’s Quiet Storm Remix featuring Lil Kim blared throughout the speakers. It was live, for sure. Cassius and Yaya found themselves indulging in just a few drinks— more so Yaya, dancing together.

One thing about Yaya is she was going to have a drink or two or even three. She likes to drink and was already about to gulp down her fourth one.

Meanwhile, Cassius was on his third blunt of the day and only had one drink. He isn’t much of a drinker like Yaya happens to be. The only difference is he could function properly when intoxicated, she couldn’t. His baby is lightweight.

A lit blunt sat in between the male’s index and middle finger, shaking his head, “Aht, no more drinks for you, Yaya.” He garners the red cup from her hold and sits it onto a nearby table earning a pout. She couldn’t handle her liquor especially when she’s had too much to drink.

Irrational isn’t even the word to describe how she acted when often intoxicated. He didn’t like when she would drink, he never could.

“You are not my damn daddy.” Childishly, crossing her arms, Cassius doesn’t pay her actions any mind.

The smoke between his lips blows into her face carelessly, hitting her nostrils and eventually her blood stream. She’s not much of a smoker, opposed to Cassius. Though with the amount of smoke clouding her, she was already high as a kite and drunk.

His arms are lifted above his head, his tall frame swaying side to side, singing along to 112’s Cupid. Low red eyeballs piercing downward into hers as he sung the lyrics to the woman. “…And when I tell you I need you. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there, oooh,” It was so off key that the beauty found herself laughing. Her mood immediately shifting, giving into his antics.

Suddenly, she envelopes her arms around his neck and the couple began to sing off key together, even messing up a few of the lyrics along the way.

“True love won’t lie but you won’t know unless you give it try, give it try…” They sang in unison, cracking up at themselves for finishing the note terribly. “I’d rather die before I— before I lie to you,” Yaya’s other free hand swayed side to side while the other remained around his neck. “Never wanna leave, never wanna go, ah oooh— no, no, no, no, nooo, no ohh…”

Their failed attempt to hit the high note results in their laughter to double over. The woman pushes his face away playfully, claiming, “You fuckin’ up my song, nigga.” A mug present amongst her canvas.

Tossing his head backward, chuckling, his head lifts upward yet again as his tongue drags across his pink lips. “You not exactly a Mariah or a Whitney. Shit, you not even a Brandy, shorty.” She gasps in response at the insult, her stomach hurting from the amount of laughing she’d been doing all night.

“Fuck you.” The woman laughs uncontrollably.

Grinning goofily, Cassius forced his fiancée into his embrace and palms her backside. His head dipping into the crook of her neck to plant small pecks upon her skin, inhaling her sweet expensive perfume. He loves him some Yaya.

He enjoyed days like these ‘cause they weren’t always like this.

At times, they would beef for no reason. Yaya tends to get her moods and so does Cassius. They both collectively possess attitudes out of this world and at times their fights could be brutal, harsh. So it was important that the couple basked in the calmness and peacefulness, living in the moment.

They’re still very young individuals, trying to figure themselves and this thing called life out. In the midst of healing from childhood trauma, trying their absolute best to break generational curses. Not wanting to follow the same mistakes their parents made.

Though, at times, it could be unavoidable.

“Yo, Cee, let me whoop yo’ ass in pool.” That familiar raspy New York accent makes her roll her eyes. Exodus.

Cassius’ body no longer on hers and his attention averting to his homeboy, kissing his teeth playfully. “My bad for breaking up y’all little love session.” Exodus’ and Yaya’s eyes meet for a split second the moment she turns, looking him up and down quickly. “You don’t mind if I steal your cheatin’ ass nigga real quick to beat him in pool?” Despite her growing upset, she nods in approval anyways.

“Yeah, no. I don’t mind.” She and Cassius were enjoying their time together until he barged in for a game of fucking pool. Pathetic.

Chuckling, Cassius sends a loving peck to his woman’s lips, “I’ll be back, shorty.” Before leaving, his hand taps her plump backside that sat perfectly in her leather pants. “Nigga, I won that game fair and square. You just a sore loser. Fuck outta here— drinking fourties’ like it’s still the eighties or some shit.” He jokes on his friend while shoving him, the pair walking away alongside one another.

While her fiancé was gone, she decided to have another drink then came another one. As much as she was drinking, she had to use the bathroom. Upon completing what she needed to do, she found herself staring at herself in the mirror.

There she stood. Face made up to perfection with the compliments of MAC and Chanel. Expensive blonde tresses falling just below her backside. A long sleeved shirt that read Moschino in red and white letters. A pair of dark red leather pants crafted perfectly by well-known brand, Versace. As well as a pair of black heeled Chanel boots.

Her ears adorned in diamond earrings that read ‘C’ as well as an iced out chain sitting upon her breasts that spelled out her fiance’s name. Lifting her manicured left hand, the diamond band stares right back at her.

Honestly, Yaya couldn’t believe her life, at times. She’s had her fair share of boyfriends yet none of them amounted to her Cassius. Her noah.

She was with him when he had nothing, still trying to scrape and figure his finances out. Now they were living lavish, money was no longer an issue. Yaya could go shopping whenever she pleased; closet filled with designer bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry.

He promised her the world and everything in it, fulfilling every promise he made.

Despite how well he treated her and kept her looking nice, it can all grow quite overwhelming. Yaya wasn’t used to having nice things especially during her childhood.

She was born to an alcoholic mother and a crack fiend of a father whom sold their belongings for their own personal gain and habits. At times, she had to fend for herself, so it was really rough growing up.

Retail therapy became her best-friend now that she has the funds. But it wasn’t always that way. During her teenage years, alcohol became a friend of hers. That habit hadn’t seem to die since then.

Stumbling out of the spacious bathroom, she heads for the stairs while holding onto the ledge as much as she could. Her current state earned a few stares yet she continues on her way to the pool room.

Individuals surrounded the pool table, engulfed in the sight of Cassius and Exodus have a showdown. She joins the crowd, smiling slightly. Their game of pool seemed to be growing intense as Exodus threw a wad of cash onto the table, shouting, “Put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is, mothafucka.” A grin amongst his two-toned lips.

“You tryna play me again after I done beat yo’ ass for what the… second time?” He speaks arrogantly, popping his nonexistent collar several times.

Arrogance pouring over his fresh tall frame as he daps up a few individuals surrounding him. As he does so, Yaya couldn’t help to notice a trio of females standing behind him and cheering him on loudly. She didn’t like that shit, at all.

She wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but they looked like hoes, dressed in the tightest and shortest outfits as if they didn’t live in New York and feel the 50 degree windy weather outside. They were definitely looking for the wrong attention, from the wrong person.

“What, nigga? Scared Im’ma beat you this time?” Exodus smirks.

“You know what? X wants the fuckin’ heat, Im’ma bring the fuckin’ heat. Let me spank that ass one good, last time.” Upon finishing his cocky comment, one of three women from the trio struts closer to Cassius and caresses his clothed back. A smile upon her bright face.

That was the last straw.

Yaya wastes no time to march to the scene, “Excuse me, yo?” She makes her presence known earning a plethora of stares. “Take your fuckin’ hands off my nigga.” Her tone rude and harsh, eyes piercing into the woman’s direction whom glances her upward and downward in confusion.

The mood in the entire room immediately shifts. “Who the fuck are you? First of all, I don’t even know you for you to be coming at me like that.” The woman does remove her touch but she was defensive, prepared to defend herself in any way shape or form.

“I’m his fiancée, bitch. Who the fuck is you?”

The minute the young woman began to get in her face is when Cassius intervened, he pulls Yaya into his embrace and shoves his woman behind his frame with a heavy sigh. “Both of y’all calm the fuck down. You…” He demands calmly, trailing off while planting his attention onto the angry unknown woman whom was trying to get closer to Yaya. “can back the fuck up.”

“Nah, ‘cause who she calling a bitch? Then this bitch got the nerve to come at me sideways about a nigga I ain’t even fuck? This hoe done lost her rabbit ass mind, yo.”

“Hoe?” Yaya chuckles drunkenly, foot tapping against the floor. “Look at you, bitch. Go find another nigga to give VD. But not this one. Learn to keep your fuckin’ stank ass hands to yourself. Point blank fucking period, yo.” Cassius shakes his head, sighing yet again.

This is the exact reason he didn’t want her drinking.

“Yo, I don’t know who you is but you making my girl feel some type of way so I’m gon’ ask you to walk away. Politely.” Cassius intervenes, preventing his woman from causing any harm. With the amount of liquor in her system? She would beat a bitch ass with no absolute hesitation.

The unknown woman tilts her head backward in offense, “Why the fuck I gotta leave? No disrespect, mothafucka, you ain’t my daddy. I was here first. It ain’t my fault yo’ bitch is insecure.” She was getting mad disrespectful with the mouth. Neither Cassius or Yaya was feeling it.

Cassius bit his tongue, knowing it held the power of making her cry. She didn’t deserve his energy. This broad was a nobody.

As much as a hothead Yaya happens to be, she attempts to reach over the tall male and lunge at the woman but fails. Eventually, grasping a pool stick and attempting to hit the woman with the item instead.

“Cassius? Let me go!” She shouts, more than prepared to fuck her up. In the midst of the madness, he remained calm and maintained his tight grip to block her from making any sudden movements.

“Aight, aight. Yo, you and your homegirls gotta get the fuck up outta here. Y’all sucking up the energy.” Derek overheard the commotion and decided to intervene, motioning the trio to the exit of his home.

“Fine. This shit was wack anyways. Girl, that nigga ain’t all that for you to be acting like a damn mental patient for.” The trio were on their way out the door, laughing loudly amongst themselves at what just took place a second ago.

Cassius shook his head angrily, “What type of fuckin’ nappy headed disrespectful ass broads you be invitin’ in here, man?” He quizzes his friend, connecting he and Yaya’s hands. “Yeah, nigga. We out.” Not only was Yaya upset, Cassius was too and just as much.

“Damn, nigga. Slow down.” She sends the male a harsh mug as he practically drags her out of the mansion by a tight grip on her hand.

Remaining silent is what he does because if he opened his mouth… Cassius would be bound to go off. He didn’t want to cause another scene in front of hundreds of people again.

Upon opening the passenger door for the young woman, shaking his head disappointingly, observing as she stumbled onto her seat. Her eyes search around, catching sight of the trio standing in front of Derek’s home, staring in the couple’s direction in pure hatred.

Childishly, she sticks out her tongue and flips all three of the women a bird before Cassius shuts the door behind her. He sends the trio an eye roll, strolling over to the driver side then opens his door, flipping the women off as well and hopping into his Benz.

————

Silence filled their two story home. Marijuana smoke clouding the living area. The light from the television being Cassius’ only source of light as he watches reruns of ‘Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t say a word. He just sat in pure silence as he smoked his blunt.

Meanwhile, Yaya saunters down the steps after a much needed shower and hopping out of bed upon realizing her man wasn’t spooning her. “Baby?” No response. He’s clearly upset and she could tell, she could feel it.

“Cassius, I know you hear me talking to you.” She joins him on the couch, sending multiple pecks to the side of his face and neck. “Come to bed, papa.” Her chin leaning against his left shoulder, running her hand across his fresh fade adorned with his black durag.

Still, he gives her the silent treatment.

“Cassius?” She summons his name yet again.

“You got a problem.” He speaks for the first time in hours. Head planted to the television screen.

“What?” She quizzes in confusion, eyebrows furrowing together and moving away from him slightly.

“Your drinking is starting to get out of control.”

Instantly, her head tilts backward as her nose turns up as if he was speaking another language. What he said isn’t foreign at all. She understood every single word he spoke but that didn’t mean she isn’t offended.

“I’ve been drinking since I was thirteen, Cassius. I’m a grown ass woman and I can handle my damn liquor.”

Shaking his head, “That’s the issue.” Kissing her teeth, she began to speak until it was too late. “You been like that since I met you. I ain’t notice it then but I’m seeing it through now. It’s cool to have a drink every once in awhile but you… you have a couple drinks then another few drinks, eventually the whole bottle.” He began acknowledging his observations over the years, no longer ignoring them.

Now that they were getting married, a lot of issues couldn’t go unaddressed.

“You stressed? Are you stressed about the wedding? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Taking a pull from his blunt, Yaya observes him before scoffing. He had some nerve to try to point out her ‘issues’ as if he doesn’t have any.

“I want to marry you. That’s a no brainer but you’re trying to claim I’m the one with the habit here, yet you smoke weed twenty damn times a fuckin’ day.”

Suddenly, Cassius began to choke on the smoke as a laugh of disbelief clawed its way through his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe she was trying— no she wasn’t even trying. She’s flipping this shit on him completely.

“Yo, what?” He starts, “I ain’t the one who spazzed on some broad tonight. Just saying.” His hands go up in the air for a second, blunt between his lips.

“That bitch was touching you without permission. I had every right to react the way I did. Meanwhile, you and Exodus were too busy having a dick swinging contest—”

“Aight, aight, aight, baby. I ain’t arguing with yo’ ass tonight. We all got problems that not even money can solve. I love you enough to call you out on your shit. So, let’s leave it at that.” He shrugs, continuing to smoke his blunt without any absolute shame. “And ain’t nothing wrong with weed. It’s an herb. Word.” She sends him an eye roll, plopping her back against the couch.

Similar to a broken record, tonight’s events starts replaying in her head. From the moment the couple arrived and left, her drinking in between their time there. She hadn’t even realized it as she mindlessly poured as many cups as she could the moment her fiancé waltzed off with Exodus.

Yaya knew he would have stopped her like he did prior before leaving her by her lonesome, thinking he was just being bossy and controlling. In reality, he was aware of her dangerous habit yet she didn’t realize it herself.

Her mother was in denial. Her father was in denial. Yet where did their habits lead them? To the grave.

Tears cascades along her cheeks and as much she attempts to hold them back, she couldn’t. She was still drunk and when she’s under the influence, she’s extremely dramatic and overly emotional. But these tears… weren’t just any tears or her being downright dramatic. These were tears for her parents.

The tears she didn’t cry at neither of their funerals.

“I apologize for embarrassing you, papa.” She cries softly and he wastes no time to embrace the woman, his blunt being the least of his worries and now sitting into the ashtray for later.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He sends a peck to her forehead as she melts into his arms, loving this side of him. She wished her father would embrace her this way.

One of Cassius’ nicknames happened to be Papa. He accepted her for who she is, never sought out to change her and loved her unconditionally. He’s also more than fully equipped to be a daddy; financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Out of all of the men she’s ever been romantically involved with, Cassius’ also known as Papa handled her with care and picked her up when she was down. Never once neglected her like the other men had, like her father had.

He’s her noah, alright.

Lifting her head, she looks him in the eye, “I love you.” She meant it. “I love you to the moon and back for putting up with me the way you do and to this day I don’t know how. You never left my side and I’m so grateful for a man like you.”

“And I ain’t never leaving you. It’s you and I till the day we die.” Her eyes were watery, sniffling as she gave him her undivided attention while he spoke. “I love that big brain inside of this dome of yours. I love these pretty eyes. I love this pretty nose…” He taps the bridge of her nose. “I love these pretty lips,” His thumb trailing across her soft lips before leaning in to plant two pecks amongst the pair.

“I love this body. Inside and out. Never stop being who you are ‘cause I love every part of you, from your flaws— your imperfections. You got my heart.”

“You got my heart.” She replies with a smile, whispering close to his lips and connecting them yet again. This union more passionate than the last.

“Damn. I love you.” He speaks within their kiss, climbing on top of the woman.

Suddenly, Yaya disconnects their lip-locking and turns on her stomach while lifting her purple lace thigh-length night gown to reveal her bare plump bottom. Her top row of pearly whites embeds into her bottom lip the moment he sends a rough smack to her backside.

At this point, they were completely bare and exposed. Cassius fills her up with his curved phallus, the couple moaning softly at the sensation of one another. They felt right at home. No matter how many times they made love, they never got tired of one another.

His firm grip on each side of her waist tightened so she couldn’t run, not that she would anyway. Yaya always took him like a pro and never complained about his large size. She handled it whenever and however she desired while making him feel good on the same accord.

The side of her canvas smushed into the arm of the leather couch, mouth wide open, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Cassius’ dick driving in and out of her passionately yet slowly. His chest pressed against her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Oh, shit.” She moans aloud, french tip mid-length acrylics raking through his facial hairs. Her nectar dripping along his member and pelvic area. “Faster, papa…” Her tone pleads and he does as requested, speeding up his pace yet making sure she felt everything.

Yaya’s jaw drops as her body is being shoved back and forth alongside each stroke. Ecstasy pouring within her veins, lips shaking while crying out through the pleasure and pain. Blonde tresses falling out of its ponytail, wildly covering the woman’s face. Meanwhile, Cassius was focused on pleasuring his fiancée.

The gripping, the tugging, the wetness, the way her ass clapped as she threw it back on him; Cassius was in ecstasy too.

His top row of pearly whites digs into his bottom lip, grabbing a hold of her hair and forcing her head backward. Their eyes connecting, both jaws agape. “How much you love this dick?” Her eyebrows furrow together yet again, eyelids shutting while her pink tongue drags across her lips.

“I…” She began only to take a pregnant pause the moment his free hand comes into contact with her throbbing center, rubbing in circles. “Mm,” A pent up sensation creeps amongst her. “Cassius—” The young woman couldn’t contain her juices, squirting due to overstimulation.

“Mhm.” He encourages her, continuing his actions which would ultimately drive her up the wall. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“I love this dick…” She whimpers weakly, biting down on her lip.

Suddenly, Cassius’ switches their position so that his back is against the couch while the woman is on top of his lap. Face to face. Her arms enveloping his neck, bare hourglass frame moving up and down passionately. They were freeing their minds, finding themselves moaning and groaning. His hands palming and sending multiple smacks to her backside on several occasions.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another with the exception of tossing their head backwards or shutting their eyelids for a second.

For a sharp moment, Yaya slides his soaked member out of her wetness and taps it against her center before squirting once more. A loud, pornographic moan falling from her lips as she returns him to his rightful position. Her gushiness and wet skin clapping making a track of its own.

“Look what you do to me, papa.” Her dainty hands caressing his chest, referring to the wetness she possessed. She was perfectly crafted in God’s hands.

“Damn, shorty.” Her fiance speaks in disbelief and pure arousal, hands trailing across her breasts then her flat stomach and eventually her throbbing center. “Fuck, I love this pussy…” His tone low, full of lust and desire. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The thought of the two getting married crosses his mind, envisioning his woman in a beautiful white gown trailing down the flower decorated aisle. A smile etched upon her captivating face as their brown irises remained onto one another’s.

Their honeymoon in her hometown, Trinidad, like they planned. Kids.

His touch trails amongst her belly, their faces barely an inch from one another, “This where our babies gon’ grow. Fuck…” His jaw drops, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Damn, you fuckin’ amazin’.” Not only is she the bomb in general but so is her pussy.

The hole is fit for his size, popping and snapping at him because as Yaya would say ‘she loves him’. Cassius’ believed her from the moment they first made love due to how she reacted and he didn’t even need to touch it.

“All this for me, shorty?” His tongue dragging across his lips, low gaze peering a hole into the woman’s being.

“Mhm.” She hums, hips moving in a circular motion. “This your pussy, papa.” Planting a loving peck amongst his lips.

“Yeah, I know. You ain’t gon’ give my shit away, right?” He began forcing her body up and down, snatching the breath out of her while staring into her soul. Though, he’s been snatching her soul the entire time.

“Never… fucking never… ah,” A plethora of whimpers falling behind her response shortly after. “Ouu, Cee, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Mhm, let that shit go.” And so she did. Unraveling amongst him as he did, inside of her, ensuring that every drop entered her warm walls. “Good girl.” He praises her with a groan, planting sensual kisses along her neck.

“Shit, I love you.” The young woman connects their lips into a passionate union, panting heavily.

“I love you.” He speaks, continuing to stare in the direction of his fiancée under his almost squinty eyes and perfectly curled eyelashes. His gaze low, completely underneath her spell.

“Let’s go again in the shower, yeah?” Happily, she garners enough strength to pull him off of the couch and lead him upstairs. He mindlessly followed. Yeah, she has him sprung.

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

African Wild Silk Moth

Gonometa postica

The African wild silk moth is a part of the family Lasiocampidae. It was first described in 1855 by Francis Walker. It is also known as the Brandwurm in its larval stage in Afrikaans, Kweena in its pupal stage in Tshwana, and Molopo moth/mot in English and Afrikaans.

Description The female of this moth is much longer and larger than the male due to having to carry eggs. The male is about half the size of the female and much thinner.

The female has a light brown abdomen with a dark brown thorax and head. The female’s forewings are striped light brown, dark brown, and gray. The hindwings are a yellow-brown with a dark brown edge.

The male has a dark body and wings with a transparent portion of the hindwing.

Female Forewing Range: 35–42 mm (

Male Forewing Range: 21–25 mm (

Diet and Habitat Larva of this species eat Acacia erioloba, A. tortilis, A. melifera, Burkea africana, Brachystegia spp., and Prosopis glandulosa. The larva will feed from the same tree it’s entire life unless there are two many other caterpillars. When there is a large number of caterpillars, they may defoliate the whole tree and the larva must move in order to not starve.

This moth mainly inhabits savannas with many Acacia trees, especially in drier areas. These moths contribute to the Acacia environment by providing food to predators and nutrients to plants through feces. Cocoons are usually found on Acacia tees.

Mating Males detect females’ mating pheromones with their antennae. Males fly to the females because the females are weighed down by the eggs. The female contains about 200 eggs which are laid on the food plant after fertilization. Eggs hatch in about two weeks. Eggs are laid in clumps and the newly hatched caterpillars grow as a group and become more solitary with time.

Predators This moth is preyed on by parasitic wasps and flies. These insects lay their eggs on the caterpillar and feed off of its resources until the moth larva cocoons. The parasites live off the cocoon and grow to adulthood while killing the pupa. Specifically, these larva are subject to parasitism by Diptera and Hymenoptera, the most common parasitoids being Palexorista species from the Tachinidae and Goryphus species from the Ichneumonidae.[6]

To combat external predators and weather, the caterpillars build a tough cocoon. Caterpillars and their cocoons are also covered in stinging hairs to deter predators from touching them. Female cocoons are larger than male cocoons.

Fun Fact In Madagascar, wild silk has been harvested for centuries, and this knowledge has been introduced to southern Africa. The cocoons are harvested commercially in Namibia, Botswana, Kenya and South Africa, and the species also occurs in Zimbabwe and Mozambique. They are difficult to harvest due to the cocoons being covered in calcium oxalate. Oxford University discovered and patented a method known as demineralizing using a warm solution of EDTA (ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid) that soften the cocoons by dissolving the sericin. This lets the silk unravel without weakening it.

- Wild African silk moth cocoons are also used as ankle rattles in southern Africa by San and Bantu tribes. They are filled with materials such as fine gravel, seeds, glass beads, broken sea shells, or pieces of ostrich eggshell.

- Furthermore, the cocoons have long been known to cause the death of cattle, antelope and other ruminants in the Kalahari. During drought periods, the cocoons are eaten, probably because they resemble acacia pods. The silk is indigestible and blocks the rumen of multiple-stomach animals, causing starvation.

- Finally, the protein found in this species’s slik contains many basic amino acids making it a potentially useful biomaterial in cell and tissue culture.

(Source: Wikipedia, SANBI)

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

maybe the funniest way to resolve the Three Frat Houses AU timeline issues of having characters from Shadows of Valentia (takes place right at the same time as Shadow Dragon) and Awakening (takes place like 2000 years after Shadow Dragon) existing at the same time is to say fuck it and have two suspiciously geographically similar continents, one called Ylisse and one called Archanea. How are the coastline of two separate continents nearly the same. That's weird.

Actually wait would there be two sets of suspiciously similar continents? Do Valentia and Valm exist in tandem, as well? Or is it all just Valentia and Say'ri and Virion have to deal with the Duma Faithful as their neighbors. I think Valm and Valentia have to be separate continents because Valm has a volcano smack in the middle of what would be Zofia, which does not have a volcano next door to its castle.

That's even funnier, honestly. Science in this world knows about plate tectonics but no one has an explanation for Valm-Valentia or Ylisse-Archanea. Naga hit the copy-paste buttons and then tweaked a few things and said "good enough."

Also I know I said that I wasn't canonizing time travel in this AU, but I think actually one person has time-traveled, and that's Tiki. Tiki blurred between parts of the timeline and there is a tiny Tiki in Archanea and an adult Tiki in Valm. Little Tiki has vague awareness of the presence of her future self here in this timeline, but she's not all that worried about it. She has told Bantu and Marth about this, but Bantu is just relieved that Tiki managed to survive to grow up without any more weird cult stuff happening to her, and Marth thinks it's some childish flight of fancy that Tiki dreamed up and doesn't put any stock into it. Big Tiki is not about to enlighten him because Big Tiki is still thematically about the grief of outliving everyone you love and much as she wants to go see Marth and Caeda and the gang, she's still trying to decide whether she wants to burden them with the knowledge of her own future grief. Will her friends be happy to see her grow up so proud and strong, or will they be hurt when they see how she hurts to have outlived them by 2000 years.

Also she figures she's gotta take her time to steel herself for the inevitable point when everyone starts asking her what life is like in the future. There's gonna be so many questions about flying cars. She can feel it in her heart.

So Big Tiki's got some weird existential stuff going on and she's got a bit of a gay thing with Say'ri going on and she still lives in a tree. An icon, really.

"Hey Roddy so if Mila is the goddess of Zofia in Valentia, which is a totally separate continent, why's there a place called the Mila Tree in Valm--" Don't Think About It. Actually do think about it. Make it funny. Valmese legend states that the goddess Mila died and the Mila Tree grew up over her corpse, and they think that Zofia's Mila is an imposter. Papal schism but make it about the church of dragon milf. No, the other dragon milf. No, the other other--

[smallchaoscryptid]

2, 3 and 29 (for in any other universe)!! -kai

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? Hurt/Comfort (Accurate I sure do love hurt/comfort) Wilbur Soot Needs A Hug (I don't write much Wilbur anymore but when I did a good hug would have fixed him.) Angst (I love angst. I love making people emotionally feel pain it's fun) Alternate Universe - Fae (I think that my first thought was "Man, I haven't written a Spiderbit fae au" means the answer is yes.) Angst with A Happy Ending (Yes. I can't write angst without making everyone happy in the end. Real life and canon may not give everyone happy endings but I sure will.)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? Love is always a big deal in my fics and it's not always like romantic love but it's almost always there. There is also a 'two people against the world' theme in my fics.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want! Kai targeted me with this one because they know I have playlists for most of my fics because it's what I turn on when I go to write most of the time. I need to organize most of them in fic plot order... (I would also love to talk about all my aus and their playlists if anyone wants to ask about them. Would also give me an excuse to organize them.) In Every Other Universe It Doesn't End Well Playlist If I was to treat it like a soundtrack: (Anything not mentioned is there for vibes.) Familia By Nicki Manaj, Anuel AA, Bantu - Plays during both of The Warehouse Scenes with Cucurucho. Way Up by Jaden - Plays during the first scene with Roier as Spiderman where he stops Cellbit from killing a man and the scene in the alley where Cellbit gets punched by the guy they are fighting. Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift - It is just the entire push and pull of Spiderbit throughout the whole fic. Roaring 20s By Panic! - Plays while Cellbit is being moody tm on the rooftop before the first confession. Memories By Thutmose + Let Go By Beau Young Prince - Would play after Cellbit is rescued and they are walking back/ first get to Roier's house. Self Love by Metro Boomin and Coi Lerray - This plays during The Second Confession Scene. It is also where I got the title from.

[dreamingdragonscion]

[ Fairy Wings ] - shimmer and dazzle in your new boutique threads! And what’s this... it seems they’ve some interesting accessories to choose from as well, the likes of which may be more functional than you initially thought. Soar!

Lilith is hardly in need of fairy wings in order to fly, but still, the colorful adornments looked quite fun to put on and play around in. Still… to do so alone seemed like a waste. Spotting, a little ways off, a young girl wearing a rather adorable dragon onesie, she approached, offering in hand.

“Hello! My name is Lilith. Would you care to go for a flight with me?”

This ball was strange to Tiki, there were so many dragons around her. She might not be able to see them all but their powers though restrained still hung in the air, faint wisps that she could pick up and smile at. Dragons still existed in this vast wide world, she wasn’t alone with just Bantu, Xane and Lord Gotoh, though she hated to admit it. The comfort stemming from the presence of other dragons was more than enough for her, her joy bursting when one of those dragons approached her. 

“Lilith! That’s a pretty name! My name is Tiki, it's really nice to meet you!” She giggled, circling around the Astral Dragon before her, admiring and gasping at her flowing blue dress, one that resembled the flow of water, the serenity of rivers. “Your dress is also so very pretty! You look like a real princess! Will I grow up to be able to wear pretty dresses like you? I really do hope so!” 

A wide smile blossomed on her face when she received Lilith’s subsequent invitation to fly, bouncing up and down, Tiki nodded fervently. “Of course I would love to fly with you! Those wings look really pretty to fly with.” She then tilted her head with a thoughtful look. “But I already have wings…” She shut her eyes with a hum, making the cogs in her brain turn for a bit before she blinked with an idea. 

Gently picking the wings from Lilith, Tiki took the hood off her head, allowing her to look behind to attach the wings underneath the fake fluffy wings of her onesie. “All done!” She sung before grabbing her dragonstone from the small satchel on her shoulder. With a clasp and a bright glitter of light, Tiki transformed right before Lilith. 

A regal yellow dragon with a fluffy white tuft of fur on her chest, a slender tail stretched behind her and a matching golden crown with a bright green emerald studded in the middle. What was most spectacular was the wings on her back, though her onesie suggested she normally had fluffy yellow wings, this time the fairy wings she attached to her back substituted for her dragon wings. A shimmer of gold and white fairy wings, delicate and sparkling with the glimmer of stars, spread out wide and high on her back, raining with stardust and glitter all over the ballroom. 

With a gentle flap of her new found wings, Tiki took to the air, soaring with a childish dance. “Come on Lilith! Let’s fly together! Let’s fly together and be friends as we do!” She held out a claw, waiting and anticipating with the most starry-eyed look in those emerald orbs as she twirled in the sky with a innocent giggle.

[deathbirby]

Jugdral's dragon gods

I forgot to post my Jugdral dragons headcanons theory here!

I know that I usually make posts related to Three Houses, but I'm also a huge nerd when it comes to Jugdral's dragons. So here's a little theory post as we wait for the inevitable FE4 Remake!

Let's unpack!

What the dragon doing?

It's common knowledge that the gods who descended upon Darna were actually dragons. You hear it from Lewyn(?) near the end of the game. Tiki also tells us the same in FEH:

""Naga, god of light, appears as a young girl, and Salamander, god of fire, takes the form of an old man...," Hehe, they certainly sound familiar."

This got me thinking. What are the names of the other dragons? What type of dragons are they? What did they appear as in front of the crusaders?

Tribes

Let's first look at the information we have. What dragon tribes are there in the Archanea/Jugdral world?

Divine (nearly extinct)

Fire

Ice

Flying (wyvern)

Mage

Earth (only Medeus left)

Sea

Theory time

Okay, with all of that information and my crazy imagination, I have come up with a theory! You'll be able to tell that I'm slowly getting more and more clueless as time goes on.

Here we go!

Holy weapon - Crusader - Dragon - Tribe - Disguise

Book of Naga - Heim - Naga - Divine Dragon - Young girl (Tiki)

Valflame - Fjalar - Salamander - Fire Dragon - Elderly man (Bantu)

Book of Forseti - Ced - Forseti - Divine Dragon - Young man (Xane)

Mjölnir - Thrud - Thor - Mage- or Divine Dragon - Wise sage (Gotoh)

Tyrfing - Baldr - Tyr - Divine Dragon - Knight (who the fuck)

Mystletainn - Hoðr - Basilisk - Mage Dragon - Knight (Camus)

Balmung - Od - Odin - Divine Dragon - Swordsman (Navarre)

Gáe Bolg - Njörun - Ethnia - Earth- or Divine Dragon - Knight (Minerva)

Gungnir - Dáinn - Odin.. 2? - Divine Dragon - Knight (Michalis)

Yewfelle - Ullr - Sif or Eyvel - Divine Dragon - Archer (Jeorge)

Helswath - Nál? - Divine Dragon - ???

Valkyrie Staff - Bragi - Valkyrie - Divine Dragon - Old man (Wrys)

Book of Naga

Self-explanatory. She appears as a young girl and is supposed to represent Tiki.

Valflame

I believe Salamander to be a Fire Dragon simply because he's supposed to the Bantu to Naga's Tiki. And his weapon is a powerful fire spell.

There is a deleted line in one of Marth's older games where a fire dragon says something about sacrificing the cast to Salamander. It makes me think that Salamander is the ruler of the Fire Dragons, like how Naga is the ruler of the Divine Dragons.

Book of Forseti

This is where it gets a little rough. I want to call Forseti a Wind Dragon, but we don't know of any Wind Tribe in Archanea. Flying Dragon also doesn't work because those are wyverns and wyverns aren't exactly sentient anymore.

The thing that makes sense to me would be a Divine Dragon. I've also seen a theory of him being an Ice Dragon. Have you heard of the theory saying that Forseti is Tiki's father? Something about him possibly being an Ice Dragon and young Tiki having ice breath instead of flame breath.

I believe that Forseti appeared as a young man, more specifically, Xane. Think about it. Naga is supposed to be Tiki and Salamander is supposed to be Bantu. Forseti appearing as another one of the four divine dragons seems fitting. It's another reason why I think Divine Dragon would fit him best in that scenario.

Now, I'm not trying to say that Forseti IS Xane. He's clearly not. Archanea also happens about a thousand years after Jugdral's events. I just think it would be a fun easter egg to try and tie each disguise to at least one Archanean character.

Mjölnir

Thor being the name of the dragon who made mjölnir seems quite obvious. You might say that FEH already stole that name, but their god of war is actually called Thorr. TOTALLY different!

I'm a little torn on what tribe they might belong to. Mage dragon? Possible. That tome is all about magic, and there is nothing saying that Divine Dragons are fantastic at thunder magic. Besides, Divine Dragons are supposed to be nearly extinct. A bunch of them popping up at Darna would be kinda going against that, no?

What about the disguise? Thor probably appeared as a wise sage, like Gotoh, to complete the rest of the tome dragon disguises. Gotoh is a Divine Dragon, so maybe Thor is also a Divine Dragon?

I don't know!

Tyrfing

Tyrfing. Finger of Tyr, the god of war, in Norse mythology. It's kind of clear when you look at it that way.

Baldr and Tyrfing are associated with light, much like Naga is, so I believe that Tyr was a Divine Dragon.

Why do I say they appeared as a knight? Look at this art made by Suzuki Rika:

You got Naga as a young girl and Salamander as the old guy in robes- Wait, hol' up a second

WHO IS YOU?

That's like.. a roman helmet or something. Yeah, I think that's supposed to be Tyr in disguise.

What do you mean it's not official art?

Mystletainn

Did you know that the Mage Dragon tribe is most likely called Basilisk? It wouldn't be a huge stretch so say that their ruler shares a name with the tribe.

"Kee hee hee… So, Marth! You've come crawling back to your homeland… just to die! I am Lord Medeus's most formidable servant… Morzas of Basilisk!"

Disguise is.. uhh.. I don't know. I don't know of any Dark Knight from Archanea. Maybe Camus? He's technically a villain.

Actually, Camus would work quite well. Eldigan's whole thing is that he pulls a Camus.

Balmung

I'll be honest. I just thought that it would be funny if Odin gave Od a weapon.

Divine Dragon, because the family's special skill is Astra. Astra is associated with the stars and heavens, something that fits best for a Divine Dragon.

Disguise is Navarre because he's also an edgy swordsman!

Gáe Bolg

Leif says that the Earth Goddess of Thracia is called Ethnia. Gáe Bolg is the Earth Lance.

Why am I not so sure if Ethnia is an Earth Dragon or Divine Dragon? Simple. The Earth Dragons are supposed to be all but wiped out, with Medeus being the only one who is still alive. It would work so well if Ethnia was an Earth Dragon, what with all the titles and such, but the lore just doesn't want to agree. I'm not sure which one she is, so.. pick one.

Minerva is the disguise. Why? I don't know. I can't think of anyone else.

Gungnir

...Gungnir is Odin's spear in Norse Mythology. Ah, fuck.

"Gungnir and Gáe Bolg were probably made by Duma and Mila-" NO! They were banished long before the events of Jugdral. Naga isn't gonna hop back over there and be like "I know I banished you guys and gave you my fang to kill yourself, but mind coming back to help out?"

...Ignoring the possible name. Gungnir is the heavenly lance, which would put it right in place with the Divine Dragon tribe. This is also part of the reason why I think it would make sense if Ethnia was an Earth Dragon. Heaven and Earth. Divine and Earth.

What about the disguise? If Ethnia disguised herself as Minerva, then it only makes sense that Gungnir would disguise himself as Michalis! Sibling lances and all that, you know?

Yewfelle

Sif is a norse goddess who is the mother of Ullr. She is also known for her glorious golden locks. Interesting that Yewfelle is made out of 24-karat gold, and that the Ullr line have luscious golden hair. Foolproof evidence right there.

There is also the theory of her name being Eyvel. We know that Brigid was saved by her patron dragon. Maybe Brigid lost all of her memories except the name of the dragon who saved her? Questions... questions...

Tribe? Most likely Divine.

With how I'm trying to assign each disguise to a random Archanean character, let's put Sif/Eyvel with... Jeorge.

Helswath

...I don't have a name for this dragon.

BUT! Helswath is actually called "Swanchika" in Japanese, which sounds a lot like "Swastika". The swastika in Hinduism and Buddhism is actually seen as a symbol for fortune and divinity. I guess a holy symbol would work with the Divine Dragons?

I am aware of what the swastika was also used for, but I don't think that's what Kaga had in mind. At least, I hope he didn't.

I believe that their disguise was the lady of the lake who gave Lex the brave axe. Lex does call her a goddess in FEH. Then again, you'd think Lex would recognize the god of his house. Maybe they appeared as someone else at Darna... like... Barst!

I know, it's not very convincing, but it will have to do.

Valkyrie Staff

I remember reading a novel where the dragon who created the Valkyrie Staff was called... Valkyrie. And they also appeared as an old man. Who does that remind you of? That's right! WRRYYYYSSS!

Now, this novel isn't official or anything, but I think it's funny, so I'm rolling with it. Oh, and Divine Dragon would fit them best with the whole reviving people and light stuff.

And now we wait...

...for the FE4 Remake to confirm/debunk this theory or just not answer anything about the dragons! Let's fucking goooooo!!

[santiagoayala]

Songs to Describe Santiago

Believer - Imagine Dragons

The Entertainment's Here - AJR

Familia - Nicki Minaj & Anuel AA (ft. Bantu)

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Problems - DeathbyRomy

Songs Santiago Listens To

Despacito - Luis Fonsi (ft. Daddy Yankee)

I'm an Albatraoz - AronChupa & Little Sis Nora

Lay Me Down - The Dirty Heads (ft. Rome)

mememe - 100 gecs

Pretty Fly (for a White Guy) - The Offspring

[notrestraat]

Song fic: The Alchemy by TS

Brainrot Gyushua jadi anak kuliahan yang pacaran less PDA, low-maintenance relationship, agak private but not secret selama 3,5 tahun. Tapi berubah jadi ugal-ugalan karena ciuman pas menang tanding

Gyu backstreet sama Shua tapi malah ke reveal. Shua nonton tanding basket antar fakultas karena Gyu main, datang buat support pacarnya. Shua duduk di depan biar Gyu bisa liat dia, ya sekalian curi-curi pandang aja gitu keduanya terus senyum. Score demi score team Gyu udah cetak terus sampai makin sengit, babak terakhir penentuan. Bel udah berdering tandanya pertandingan selesai. Tim basket dari fakultas teknik menang dan Gyu adalah orang yang cetak gol terakhir.

Masih dalam kesenangan di tahap Euphoria, Gyu lari ke Shua. Nggak meluk tim nya, meluk coach ataupun angkat kepalan tangan sambil sorak ramai. Gyu lupain itu, tujuannya cuma Shua, pacarnya.

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

Gyu langsung lari ke bangku penonton di barisan Shua duduk tadi buat meluk Shua yang lagi berdiri sambil tepuk tangan. Shua juga meluk balik, erat banget sambil usak-usak kepala Gyu. Pipi Shua dicium sama Gyu, malah jadi cium bibir. Mereka ingat kok masih ada di gor, banyak orang. Tapi ini momen sekali dalam seumur hidup bisa merasain kayak gini bagi keduanya.

Gor basket yang tadinya ramai sama suara sorakan, teriakan, keprokan tangan, terompet, yel-yel jadi berhenti karena Gyushua lagi ciuman. Terus udahnya bibir Shua dikecup singkat. Baru deh Gyu deketin ke komentator

"Untuk Joshua Hong dari fakultas FTIS jurusan Aktuaria angkatan 2020, aku sayang kamu."

Semua orang berteriak lagi. Heboh. Meriah. Yel-yel disuarakan lagi, marching band juga meriah lagi. Shua bales ngasih flying kiss ke Gyu. Hari ini mereka resmi berpacaran setelah private.

Gyu anak teknik mesin pacar nya anak aktuaria. Udah pacaran dari semester 1, pas ospek gabungan mereka sekelompok terus gyu jadi ketua, shua banyak bantu-bantu terus keduanya sama-sama part of lgbtq. Mereka saling cerita, terus berteman dekat agak nyerempet pdkt. Ujungnya saling suka terus pacaran diem-diem pas di awal semester 1. Enjoy aja merekanya sama backstreet ini, ya walaupun di kampus selayaknya 'temen' antar jurusan, di luar kampus mereka bucin banget. Gyushua kuliah 3,5 tahun, nunggu sidang malah diajakin tanding basket buat proker BEM katanya ngeramein aja, siapapun boleh ikut. Ya udah deh Gyu ikut tanding, Shua nonton, dan jadinya mereka resmi pacaran.

Shua tau kok kalau Gyu banyak cewek-cewek yang naksir, apalagi sering banget bawain makanan ke kostan nya Gyu yang berakhir itu makanan Gyu bagiin ke satpam kost, ibu kost, mbak yang cleaning kamar, penghuni lain. Gyu nggak makan, ia malah makan yang dikasih atau dibuatin sama Shua aja. Gyu nggak enak sama se isi kost jadi dia kasih makanannya ke tongkrongannya aja.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Gyu tuh seneng waktu Shua cemburu pas mereka lagi pacaran di apart nya Shua, tiba-tiba foto Gyu rame di base kampus nya. Shua cuma bales di akun priv yang followers nya Gyu aja, "langkahin gue dulu kalau mau dapetin mingyu anak teknik mesin". Udahnya mereka ciuman sampai kedengar suara desahan.

Udah sering keduanya updload foto masing-masing tapi dengan caption yang nggak begitu menjerumus ke mereka tuh pacaran. Tapi udahnya suka dapet dm dari akun bodong ngatain Shua nggak pantes buat sama Gyu. Shua bales aja pake upload foto Gyu yang pernah cium pipinya.

[bccnews-press]

Awaiting the fate of a man of Tshepo Mahloele’s calibre is torturous

If I ever had the chance to advise a rich businessman about to buy a newspaper company, I would tell him to stop. Newspapers are best run by publishers in moth-eaten jerseys and smudged glasses.

This is no place for a gentleman, I would say. The people inside this building are an ungracious mob. They’ll hate you merely for paying them on time.

Watching my boss, Tshepo Mahloele, chairperson of Arena Holdings and founder of Harith, become collateral damage in the few days since it was announced he is joint lead in a consortium poised to get SAA flying again, I’d love to be able to tell him: “See? I told you.”

Too late. And now his problems are my problems. He is being roughed up by rival media and, as he owns newspapers, can’t respond without looking like a schmuck. His money is tainted, they say. He can’t afford SAA; he’s part of an ANC old-boys’ network. Is he a crook?

That’s the insinuation left hanging in the final report of the commission of inquiry into the Public Investment Corporation (PIC), Mahloele’s former employer. Did he enrich himself through a series of complex financial manoeuvrings, as alleged by UDM leader Bantu Holomisa?

Or has he been cruelly left dangling by the report? Found guilty of nothing, but nonetheless waiting for the PIC and its client, the Government Employees Pension Fund (GEPF), to investigate, as required by the commission, “that all monies due to both parties have been paid and properly accounted for; to determine whether any monies due to overcharging or any other malpractice should be recovered”.

In other words, would the PIC and the GEPF please investigate themselves? Early last year the commission gave them six months to do the work. So far, nothing. I don’t have information the commission didn’t have and I’m as confused as they were.

But life’s not fair. Over at the department of public enterprises, Pravin Gordhan has dodged every bullet fired his way in his fight to “save” SAA. He’s still standing because he knows every twist and bend of the political rivers he swims in.

My boss, on the other hand, doesn’t have a clue for politics. I think he thought there’d be wild rejoicing at SAA being taken off the fiscus, which is what he and former Comair and kulula boss Gidon Novick are promising once their due diligence is done.

Instead, it’s a war out there. People are angry with Gordhan, others with President Cyril Ramaphosa. The Left is incensed about privatisation. Whole factions are forming in the ANC that believe there are people who will throw their own money at SAA and still leave the state in control of it.

Journalists, rightly angered by state capture, are all over Mahloele’s reputation, questioning his bona fides. They have to do this, I understand that. The record is what it is and he is poised to take control of a broken, but once huge, state asset.

Can he raise the promised R3bn for SAA? No idea, but he raised R1bn in six months to buy a newspaper company. He likes big brands such as the Sunday Times, but SAA is something else entirely. Everyone knows how to save it. Everyone knows the deal’s a stitch-up. Everyone knows state capture is still going on. If the deal doesn’t work, he’ll find another one.

Mahloele made his big money in Capitec, as one of the people who put together a BEE consortium to buy 10% of the bank in 2007 at R32 a share — no discount — with a R300m loan from the Industrial Development Corporation (IDC). In 2012 the consortium sold half its Capitec stake to the PIC to pay back the debt.

Since then Mahloele has been quietly buying out other consortium members and, through another of his companies, Lebashe, now controls almost 7% of Capitec, with financial help from Investec and Absa. This week the Capitec share hovers at about R1,640 and its market capitalisation is almost R190bn. For the doubters, 7% of that is serious money.

In many ways though, he is an innocent. He pays his debts, for one. And among my jobs I’m his adviser on editorial matters. As such, he’ll sometimes ask me if he might call a reporter about an article he’s enjoyed. I’ve had to explain it isn’t editorial interference to congratulate people.

But he learnt his finance at Rand Merchant Bank (RMB) and it can get complicated. The PIC commission admits it was confused. Its Harith chapter starts with Holomisa: “One of the most difficult tasks regarding dealing with the type of corruption that is alleged to have happened at the PIC is the sophisticated nature of the transactions. Corruption can come in two forms, legal and illegal corruption ...”

The commission agrees. “These words resonate ... The layering of legal entities ... can make finding the substance, and not form, of a transaction or series of transactions complex and quite perplexing.”

But if the commission was perplexed, why not call in experts? Why ask the PIC and GEPF to probe themselves? Mahloele says he’s had two independent reviews done, including by Terry Motau, the lawyer who exposed the VBS Mutual Bank fraud. They clear him, but they’re no good because he paid for them.

A big issue is fees. “The fees charged by [Harith] appear punitive: management fees, advisory fees, transaction fees, costs of covering [Harith] operating expenses, incentive fees from 2015 on returns in excess of 8% per annum and a poison pill termination clause,” says the commission.

In February though, the SA Venture Capital and Private Equity Association (Savca) found no fault with Harith. An investigating committee found “the legal and fee structures set out in the fund terms are in line with industry standards”. I don’t know how high that bar might be.

The Harith fund fees were 1.75% to 2% management fees, plus an incentive structure where it would earn 20% of all returns higher than 8% in US dollars, the funding currency. That means investors in the funds only start paying incentive fees after they get, in cash, annualised, the minimum hurdle return rate (8% in this case) in dollars. Neither fund has paid incentives yet, but returns on the second fund are, right now, huge.

Mahloele is also accused of selling a Pretoria house to former Eskom boss Brian Molefe at a suspiciously big discount in 2016. He bought the house in the Cornwall Hill estate in 2007 for R6.8m with an Absa bond. The Reserve Bank governor also lives there. So did Molefe. Around 2013 he decided to sell. He was divorcing and the agent said he could get R17m for it, though a valuation from Absa in late 2015 suggested R11m. There was a R14m offer, but no actual money.

Eventually he took the house off the market. In 2015 or 2016 Molefe offered him R10m. By then he was living alone and had met a woman he was to marry, who didn’t want to live there. Last October Molefe sold the same house for R13.5m, having added a tennis court and other features.

Last week a newspaper carried a story headlined “Takatso Boss controls KZN purses”. Here was more “evidence” against Mahloele. Except it wasn’t. Takatso is the consortium Mahloele and Novick have formed to take over SAA. The story about the “boss” was nothing of the sort — merely a board member of Harith, nominated by the PIC, which owns a 30% stake in it.

If this is all a cautionary tale it might be about flying too high and too close to public funds and, possibly, about being black at the same time. It may also be the start of a story about new SA wealth that will be around for a long time. Mahloele says he’s “building a balance sheet”.

We will have to wait for the PIC and GEPF to do their jobs. It’s a torture. I’ve never felt sorry for any of the many owners this company has had in the 24 years I’ve worked for it. Each one has left it richer and the rest of us poorer. But this one has his own skin in the game. It’s a rare thing.

[strzqn]

Tau gak lagu ini?

I messed up tonight, I lost another fight

Lost to myself, but I'll just start again

I keep falling down, I keep on hitting the ground

I always get up now, see what's next

Birds don't just fly, they fall down and get up

Nobody learns without gettin' it wrong

I won't give up, no, I won't give in

'Til I reach the end, and then I'll start again

No, I won't leave, I wanna try everything

I wanna try even though I could fail

Ost nya film zooopia, udah lama bgt nonton itu sampe lupa.

Hari ini ada kuliah tamu yg dosen praktisinya ngasih tau lagu ini. Lgsg berkaca².

Bener² jd dorongan buat diri sendiri lg buat "try my best" apa pun keadaannya.

Aku tau jalan yg aku pilih ini gak mudah, aku tau betul apa risikonya.

Dan Allah Maha Baik pasti punya alasan kenapa aku udah dibawa sejauh ini.

Barangkali nanti akan ada banyak orang yg bs aku bantu dgn ilmunya Allah yg dititipin ke aku.

Salah satu alasan aku milih lanjut studi krn ngerasa ilmuku msh kurang buat jd kompeten di bidang ini biar bs bantu orang banyak.

Ini berat, tp aku gak akan nyerah.

Pengen ngeluh, tp biar Allah aja yg tau.

Dibuat seru aja & indah dijalani😊

[tarynandre]

The Bantu knot jacket is so damn fly omg 🔥🔥

Iman Abdulmajid by Ahmad Barber and Donté Maurice for inStyle Magazine US June 2024

[lilealifejournal]

a thanks letter, 14 Maret 2023

my dear Caesar, Kadang tu ada satu momen di mana aku tiba-tiba keinget kalo aku lupa ~('inget kalo lupa' gimana coba tu hayoo)~ berterima kasih sama orang-orang terdekatku yang ternyata udah banyak banget membantu dan bikin aku seneng.

Karena udah seringnya kita ketemu, aku ngerasa kok kayaknya aku udah lama banget gak ngucapin makasih ke kamu, ngucapin dengan bener, yang gak sekedar "makasih yaa". Mungkin karena udah terbiasa, aku jadi lupa bersyukur dan berterima kasih sama kamu. Padahal belakangan kamu sering bangettt ngett ngett bantu aku dalam banyak aspek kehidupanku.

Sekarang aku mau bilang terima kasih banyak banget banget banget untuk semua waktu yang udah kamu sempatkan. Terima kasih waktu itu tetep keukuh mau nemenin ke rumah sakit, dan sampe sekarang masih aja meluangkan waktu buat nganterin, nemenin, ngantri obat yang gak sebentar. Meluangkan waktu seharian buat nemenin ke sana-sini. Jajanin dan ngasih aku makan yang banyaaakkk, sampe badanku akhirnya gak kurus kerontang di 43kg lagi. Kamu berjasa sekali di kebangkitan hidupku yang kemarin sempat suram :")

Terima kasih buat pelukan dan cium hangat yang selalu kukangenin dan selalu bikin suasana hatiku jadi lebih baik. Terima kasih untuk hal-hal yang bahkan mungkin lupa aku ucapkan.

In the end, Thank you for letting me be me For helping me fly, for giving me wings, for straightening me out, for waking me from being suffocated, for waking me from a dream which was all I was living in

and the important thing, thank you, for being you :)

[chrischarambadiaries]

Art Meets Fashion Marketing| Kelly Rusike, DJ King Her, Flying Bantu Et al. Signs Int’l. Deals with ZimXcite 

The trend of the great collaborations between art and fashion has spread exponentially in recent years with gigantic fashion brands such as Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and the Italian Diesel constantly looking for new creative impulses. They have collaborated with great artists or taken inspiration from the art world, with truly amazing results. This week, colourful Zimbabwean culture fashion brand…

[hambanow]

VicFalls Carnival: COMMUNITY PARTY

VICTORIA FALLS - The party is heating up and the community is going to be in celebration. The last Friday of KeDezembaa baby! Yes yes and the man of the moment, the top African DJ the award winning BLACK COFFEE, yes the Common remix maker is going to be in the adventure capital.

COMMUNITY PARTY

Party times: 5pm – 1am

EVENT INFO: Start your New Year's celebration early with an electric night of the best in live house, African, indie and electro-pop. 

What’s the best way to get warmed up? With a strong piping hot mix from Africa's biggest artist Black Coffee headlining the night with many more artists to be announced. 

The action doesn’t stop there, head down into town for a host of parties at popular local venues like Shoestrings.

Time     Artist  

17:00    Black Maba

18:00    DJ China

19:00    Flying Bantu

20:00    DJ Invizible

21:00    El Mukuka

22:00    Mi Casa

23:00    Black Coffee

0:00      Jason le Roux