#genesis.004

[papaflynn]

characters: callum & gen where: gen's place tagging: @genortiz

It felt like the aftermath of the storm was finally settling. A calm was returning to the town. Well, everywhere except for the Ortiz home. They were in the middle of a highly contested game of twister, as the Flynn's and Ortiz's had a play date. Avie was teamed with Gen, and as Callum glanced at his daughter, he could tell from the smirk that she was cheating, but he couldn't move to check. Instead, he glared at her. "Right, you cheater. Where's my next move?" He chuckled.

Of course, it happened to be the right arm on blue, which meant the furthest stretch across the board and through Gen's legs. Callum turned to face Gen, trying to hide his laughter. "Uh -- do you mind if I just get my arm through there..." The man's cheeks flushed, mentally prepared to blame it on exertion from the game and not the fact their bodies were about to be entwined. He squatted down to keep his feet on the correct spots, then stretched his long arm to green. The back of his head rested on her butt to steady himself. Callum would have given her a gentle nudge if she were anyone else, hoping she would fall over, but instead, he sat there sweating it out. He couldn't cheat on her, especially when his daughter was working so hard for her to win. "Do you ever feel like you're being ganged up on?" He asked Gen as he heard the evil cackles of two kids wanting to torture their parents.

[cherrylng]

Bad Taste Fashion!? [STYLE Series #004 - Muse (August 2010)]

Be more outrageous, or be stylish! Learn the secrets of extreme fashion from the pioneers of the UK rock world

Text: Yoko Shintani

In 2009, Muse became a regular at music events. They have been lauded everywhere, from the Q Awards to BRIT, where they won the prestigious “Best Artist in the World Today” award, to being listed as one of the nominees for “Worst of the Best.” The problem was, of course, Matt Bellamy's fashion sense.

Although he narrowly missed out on the award, he was in the running for “NME Awards' Worst Dressed” along with Liam Gallagher, Ellie Jackson (La Roux), and Katy Perry (the winner was Lady Gaga). While his love of fashion is evident, both on stage and in his personal life, his taste is risqué . His taste for light, red, white, or high-contrast coordinates such as red and white or black and white, tailored jackets, uniform designs, sporty and cyber-inspired details, and thoroughly super-slim shapes……. None of these tastes are weird on their own, but when they all come together on a matte canvas, they present a strangely strong and cloying bad taste, which is a sad state of affairs. Incidentally, at the “NME” Awards ceremony, he wore a black-and-white polka-dot shirt, a silver-grey suit, and a hot black-and-white tweed coat over it. He must have really liked it since he wore the same coat to last year's “Q” Awards ceremony. However, wearing the same coat twice at an awards event is a total no-no.

However, the British rock scene, which has been led by art school graduates, has always had a taste for the kind of sleaze that makes it impossible to determine whether it is stylish or grotesque. Looking back over the past 40 years or so, it goes without saying that the 70s stand out in terms of sheer eccentricity and ferocity. With glam rock and the two stars of the scene, Marc Bolan and David Bowie, the boundaries between men and women quickly blurred, and all the rules of Western male dress were broken down, with hair and makeup becoming completely unisex. Bowie, in particular, actively collaborated with Kansai Yamamoto and other designers to create an even more out-of-this-world image by playing the fictional character “Ziggy Stardust.“ On the other hand, in Roxy Music, which was also a leading glam rock band at the time of its debut, it was not frontman Bryan Ferry but Brian Eno, who was in charge of synthesisers, who experimented with outlandish fashions.

“Dom and Matthew at the NME Awards ceremony on 24 February 2010. While Dom is neatly dressed, Matthew wears a tweed coat with a slightly different length and broader shoulders, a half-size grey suit, and a polka-dot shirt that is out! The magnetic necklace-like chain and the Aki at the collar are also out of step with current trends. The coat seems to be his favourite, and he wears it to the Q Awards ceremony as well as when travelling to and from the Big Day Out. His hair is a bit flat, and his shoes are a bit off-putting, giving off a sense of carelessness but also a strong sense of commitment. pic: Dave Hogan / Getty Images”

He wore a kimono-like dress that would put Bowie to shame, or was adorned with feathers and lamé, and stood on stage in a manner that is hard to imagine from his recent appearance as a master producer. Speaking of unimaginable nowadays, Peter Gabriel of the Genesis era, who belonged to the progressive rock music genre, was another example. He borrowed his wife's long dress and other outlandish costumes from the neck down, but his head was particularly striking, and his “flower” costume with flower petals surrounding his face is perhaps the most famous. Other than that, he was also good at wearing alien makeup that looked like it came out of a sci-fi movie, or wearing a stuffed fox's head on his head……

Another person who should not be forgotten is Elton John. Although Elton John has come out and is now enjoying dressing up openly, at the time he was venting his repressed sexuality in a fashion that was a comical interpretation of glam. And Queen, who had a huge influence on Muse musically, reigned as the leader (!) of rock fashion in the post-glam era. The late Freddie Mercury, in particular, tried his hand at many risqué styles, such as jumpsuits, ballet tights, bare-chested and sleeveless, etc……

Later, with the rise of punk, UK rock once again became stoic, but regained its splendour in the 80s. The New Romantic & Goth era had arrived. Although the two groups have contrasting tastes in colour, with the former using extreme colours and the latter monotone, they share the same androgynous fashion orientation, with glam rock as their main source of inspiration. From Culture Club and Adam & the Ants to Siouxsie and the Banshees and Alien Sex Fiend, each eccentric artist heralded the end of the century. The visual and sonic tastes of that era are, as we all know, undergoing a major revival, with young pop stars such as Adam Lambert, Lady Gaga, KE$HA, and others all looking to Bowie, Queen, and Boy George as role models. Without them, the world would be a very boring place!

Therefore, Matt's bad taste is also adorable when you look down the lineup of UK rock's most eccentric dressers. And in his case, it is his personality, the reset, the lighting, and the music that is the star on stage, not what he wears that matters so much to his fans. And yet, the discrepancy between Muse's musicality and his solid character, which lacks femininity or campness, and his glittery, watery clothing is truly bizarre, and what's more, the sparkly glitter is also extremely half-baked. The clothes show an extraordinary attention to detail, but the makeup is a complete waste of time, and the haircut is a bit careless. If you are going to do something like this, go for a Freddie-style fashion like Justin Hawkins of The Darkness, or go all out with the long hair and dreads, or paint your face like Peter Gabriel, or work with an interesting designer to provide futuristic costumes that synchronise with the stage direction, go Freaky and go for it. Then we won't be bothered by petty discussions about the worst-dressed. Or hire a competent stylist to help you find a simple suit that suits you. In the meantime, even though Freddie loved it, red-and-white coordination is too difficult and should be avoided. I'm probably not the only one who irresistibly thinks of the uniforms of the Japanese Olympic team……………….

This is the rumoured ‘Flower Man’, Peter Gabriel's stage costume from his time with Genesis. It's funny because he was very serious about it. After leaving the band in 1975 and going solo, he became very ordinary.

Brian Eno at the time he was in Roxy Music. His forehead was rising, but he wore a lot of make-up and wore his hair long. All of them wore flamboyant outfits with spacy decorations on their shoulders, etc.

Sir Elton John, who now wears an ordinary suit and flashy tie, used to take the world by storm with his huge ornate glasses and flamboyant outfits. He is a drag queen in every sense of the word!

Freddie Mercury, the king or queen of the bizarre = Queen. The familiar full-body tights costumes were originally designed by Zandra Rhodes. From kimono-style dresses with a daring take on Japanese kimonos to cross-dressing, you name it! pic : Koh Hasebe

Adam and the Ants' Adam Ant pioneered the New Romantic movement of the 1980s and stole the hearts of girls. His unique ‘pirate fashion’, with its elaborate hair and make-up, was imitated by his fans.

Translator's Notes: I do find Matt's taste in fashion to be... quite interesting at times. But in all honesty, I'm neutral to his fashion tastes, given that I use his clothes, accessories, and even his hairstyle to pin down on the correct eras whenever I reblog Muse posts lmao

And also, Freddie's fashion is always 150% fierce AF. As for Adam Ant, him looking like a slutty pirate trying to seduce the Royal Navy to chase after him is just his default appearance since the 80s.

[kira-aminu]

Location: A local costume place Starter for: @genortiz

"I'm genuinely just so shocked we convinced Emil to do the Aristocats, I thought for sure he'd want Scooby Doo or something where he won't have to wear a tail." Flicking through the racks of some of the costumes the store had available, Kira pulled out on white cat onesie. "I think if I want Lucifer from Cinderella, I could wear something like this but I don't think you're going to let me get away with a onesie, are you?"

Considering she hadn't even gone out that last few years for Halloween, unless she had gone trick or treating with her friends and their children, wearing any sort of costume that wasn't just something from her closet was going to be a true accomplishment for Kira. As she pulled the onesie on and stepped around to the aisle where Genesis was looking, Kira struck a pose. "What do you think? Do you think this says 'yes I am the girl from the dating apps, glad you swiped left now?'"

[babyitsmagic]

"Wasn't me. I can't imagine he'd actually make a deal with me. Like what would I even have to offer? I don't think I have a soul, and anything else he could just ask for. And besides that, what could he do to protect you that I wouldn't be capable of myself? I think very little." They certainly had different skill sets and Aries had more magic than her but at the end of the day, if she wanted to bodyguard Gen, she could certainly do it herself. She shook her head. "It matters, darling." And she genuinely wished that Genesis understood that.

"Do you know who made the stupid ass deal?" She had a feeling it wasn't Zarina, but it was better to ask and be sure. The entire situation made her feel...itchy. "That is the sappiest, grossest thing I've ever heard and I'm the dumbass pining over a woman that I knew would never love me so I think I'm the expert in sappy and gross. But, I do really need a pin or a shirt that details my role." Maybe if she floated the idea by Aspen, it would become a reality. Afterall, he was the one that called her that. "Eh. I'm not dead so does it really matter?"

[mattslolita]

STURNIOLO TRIPLETS as LANA DEL REY SONGS!

nick!

🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑👾🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑👾🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑👾🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑👾🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑

001. white mustang!

002. summertime sadness!

003. ultraviolence!

004. the other women!

005. high by the beach!

006. art deco!

007. cherry!

008. summer bummer! ft. asap rocky, plaboi carti

009. norman fucking rockwell!

010. young and beautiful!

011. video games!

012. fuck it i love you!

013. born to die!

014. carmen!

chris!

𐙚‧₊˚🧡✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚🧡✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚🧡✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚🧡✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚

001. off to the races!

002. diet mountain dew!

003. million dollar man!

004. lolita!

005. west coast!

006. serial killer! ( unreleased )

007. doin time!

008. venice bitch!

009. dealer!

010. jealous girl! ( unreleased )

011. radio!

012. black beauty!

013. groupie love! ft. asap rocky

014. cola!

matt!

✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°

001. trash magic! ( unreleased )

002. national anthem! ( @angelbrainrot i giggled )

003. ride!

004. body electric!

005. pretty when you cry!

006. music to watch boys to!

007. in my feelings!

008. lust for life! ft. the weeknd

009. you can be the boss! ( unreleased )

010. love!

011. shades of cool!

012. happiness is a butterfly!

013. say yes to heaven!

014. peppers! ft. tommy genesis

( lilly's section 💌 )

i love making these so much, & i love lana so much. anyways i love u guys, u can always request an artist if you'd like !💌

[hyun-ret]

004 : hhj details

[entrapdaknation]

Greylock Tapes: The Moon

With each rewatch of Greylock Tapes, I notice new themes and breadcrumb trails. My latest theory is that the moon plays some important role in the series, including in the creation of Mount Greylock, genesis of thoughtforms, and the empowerment of the Tall Man.

First, recall that Tape 008 references the primordial collision of Theia and Earth. Fragments of Theia formed the moon, and the series implies that a chunk of Theia that embedded in the Earth became Mount Greylock. Both the moon and Mount Greylock are made from the same substance, and possibly animated by the same consciousness.

Second, much of the supernatural mayhem in the series occurs at night, when the moon is visible. In Tape 003, Jim finds blood and remains in the woods after dark. His car flees from something, and his radio show suddenly broadcasts sinister messages as he drives at night. The chaos of Tape 004 takes place after dark. The Tall Man’s stalking of Charlotte in Tape 012 takes place at night.

Third, mental conditioning for thoughtform cognitogenesis seems to require nighttime conditions, when the moon is out. In Tape 010, the doctor hypnotizing Tiffany asks her to visualize the sun going down and the stars coming out, before guiding her to the Black Door. In Tape 012, the TF-2 module strongly suggests that subjects run the program at night, ostensibly to ensure a dark room with fewer distractions.

What if the evil entity possessing Mount Greylock also possesses the moon, as both are fragments of Theia? What if its influence over humans is strongest when humans are near Mount Greylock AND in sight of the moon at night? What if the entity’s obsession with connectivity is an expression of its desire to be whole again — to connect Mount Greylock and the moon back together?

[venusdian]

The Black Aesthetic - 004.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 3.8K Words

Marí

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50 Cent’s In My Hood blasted through my car as I entered the drop-off line. I turned it down to make sure Gigi heard me before she exited the car.

“You need lunch money?” I asked. Gigi nods. I go into my purse and grab my wallet. I unzipped my wallet and handed her a twenty-dollar bill.

“Huh, don’t go crazy!” I joke. Gigi giggles, shoving her money in her pocket. I get to the head of the line. I stopped to see Greg waiting on my little princess.

“Damn, they working yo ass hard.” I joked. Gregory chuckled. I unlocked the back door.

“You can say that. How you been?” I shrugged.

“I’ve been good, and you?” Gregory takes Gigi out of her car seat and smirks at me.

“Better now.” I look away, blushing. I hate he had this control over me. He closes my back door, and Gigi waves goodbye to me. I wave back. I watched them walk into the school and smiled softly. As they entered the school, A familiar face came out. I furrowed my eyebrows, is that Desmon Winters?! I know the fuck it ain’t that nigga! I rolled down my window.

“DESMON? DESMON WINTERS!” I yell out my window. Desmon looked at me, squinting then chuckling. Desmon and I went to school together, until he went to an alternative school. He lived in Clinton with me. His mom and My mom got to fighting cause they were fucking the same nigga. Good times. Desmon dapped me up.

“Aye, I ain’t know you had kids.”

“Nah, My niece go here. I’m not surprised yo hoe ass is here. How many kids you got in there?” I joked. Desmon kissed his teeth.

“Marí don’t do me! But, I got three—”

“Damn!” Desmon chuckled.

“Yeah, Two in first grade and 1 in third grade. You know, Greg works here.” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You getting back with him? You know, he dating Janine.” I chuckled.

“You still a messy muthafucka.” I said, laughing.

“Mane, whatever. You know, we having a block party in Clinton.” My eyes widen.

“You still live over there?” Desmon nods.

“Yeah, Staying with Baby Momma #3 right now.” I hummed.

“That’s crazy!”

“Well, you sliding or what? Jimmy on the grill.” Desmon says, trying to entice me into going. I bite my bottom lip, thinking.

“I might.”

“I think we still friends on Facebook. I’ll send you the invite.” I nod.

“Aight, Say less” A person honked the horn behind me, pissing me off. In unison, Desmon and I looked back glaring at the car.

“HURRY UP!” The person yells out the window. Desmon and I looked at each other.

“You already know, I’m on go.” I chuckled to myself.

“Wheww, They better be lucky I gotta work. Look, just hit me up on Facebook with the information.” Desmon nod.

“Bet.” We dapped each other up again, and then Desmon walked off. I flipped off the car behind me and then sped off. This is growth. I could’ve crashed out right then and there, but I didn’t. But, I was also in the wrong holding up the drop-off line. Eh, we can’t win them all.

I haven’t been to a Clinton Block party in a while. Even though my mom lived in Clinton up till her death, I only ever visited her at the hospital. I’ve avoided Clinton like the plague. It was already bad enough that I was back in Anslem. I didn’t want to visit the home that gave me great memories but also cursed me with bad ones.

I wanted to say no, right away, but Jimmy is on the grill, and Jimmy can cook his ass off. When he knew my momma wasn’t going to be home for days, he would bring me plates of food for me to eat.

I haven’t seen him in a while. It might be nice to go back. It’s not like I’m going back to the apartment.

omniscient

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Genesis was sitting in the Cafeteria, bored. Marí had already made her breakfast before they came to the school. So, she wasn’t hungry. She listened to her friends, Chanel and Mercedes, talk about the Bluey episode they watched last night. Genesis loved Bluey, but her mind was on something else. She watched as Mr. Eddie and Ms. Teagues talked.

Mr. Eddie doesn’t look at Ms. Teagues like he looks at her Auntie. She knows this is strictly adult business, but her Auntie belongs with her true love, and so does Mr. Eddie. She reasoned to herself. Ms. Teagues walked away, and that’s when an idea hit her. Maybe she can talk to Ms. Teagues. Maybe, she can convince her to break up with Mr. Eddie so they can be together. She hops down from her seat.

“Genni, where you going?” Chanel asked her.

“To the bathroom.” She lied.

“You can’t go by yourself!” Mercedes argues. Genesis shushes her.

“Hush! I’ll be right back.” Genesis assures her friends as she sneaks off to the hallway. She sees Ms. Teagues making her way to the teacher’s lounge.

“MS. TEAGUES!” Genesis calls out. Ms. Teagues turned around and was surprised to see Genesis was alone. Ms. Teagues rushes over to her.

“Does Mr. Eddie know you left?” Genesis shook her head.

“No, but I need to talk to you… Please?” Ms. Teagues nods. Ms. Teagues takes her hand and leads her into her classroom. They enter the classroom, and Ms. Teagues closes the door behind them.

“What’s wrong.” Genesis takes a deep breath.

“I need you to break up with Mr. Eddie.” Ms. Teagues blinks rapidly, stunned.

“Huh?” Genesis softly sighs.

“Mr. Eddie makes my auntie happy, and I know, My auntie makes him happy, too.” Ms. Teagues stammers, confused about what she’s talking about.

“Genesis, I-“ Genesis pulls out the twenty dollar bill Marí gave her earlier.

“I’ll even pay you!” Genesis offers. Ms. Teagues feels hurt by the request but understands that Genesis’ intentions are good.

“Genesis, I really don’t think this your place to ask me this.” Genesis sighs.

“I know. But, my aunt looked so sad yesterday when I asked—” Mr. Eddie busted open the door, relieved.

“Genesis!” He scolds. Genesis looks back at Mr. Eddie.

“How did you find me?”

“Mercedes squealed.” Genesis rolls her eyes.

“I told her I was going to the bathroom.”

“You know how Nosey Mercedes is.” Genesis sighs.

“That is true.” He gives Janine a thankful look, but Janine doesn’t look back at him, worrying him, but he has to return to the kids. He did not want to hear Barbara’s mouth this early in the morning. He’ll figure out what’s wrong with her later. He takes Genesis’ hand, and they leave Janine’s classroom.

“You gave me a scare! I do not need your Aunt killing me because I lost you.” Mr. Eddie scolds Genesis. Genesis sighs.

“Mr. Eddie, why won’t you break up with Ms. Teagues? It’s obvious you love my Auntie.” Gregory paused and looked down at Genesis, who curiously looked up at him. Mr. Eddie sighs, kneeling to Genesis.

“Genni, what your aunt and I had is in the past.” Genesis shakes her head.

“But you two love each other!” Genesis argues. Mr. Eddie sighs.

“I’m with Ms. Teagues.”

“But, do you love her?” Mr. Eddie nods.

“Very much.”

“More than my auntie?” Genesis asks, her big brown eyes looking hopeful. Gregory knew the answer was yes, but he didn’t want to bring that to life. He gets up.

“Let’s go back to the cafeteria, and I’m taking your reading time away. You’re playing at recess.” Genesis gasps.

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“And it doesn’t make sense either,” Genesis grumbles, entering the cafeteria, mad that not only did she lose her reading time. Mr. Eddie and her Auntie won’t be together. Today is the worst day of her life!

Marí

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Courtney busts through my office, like always. But this time she looked happy. I take it; Noah told her the great news, which makes me happy.

“Marí, You think I can get Unlove you?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I doubt it?” I questioned. Confused, because I sold the song to my Aunt Carlotta years ago when I stayed in Atlanta for a short period of time after my break up with Greg. I had found it in one of my old high school notebooks. It was a song Courtney and I had co-wrote after her breakup with Shaun.

We sang the song and won the Talent show that year. I hated their rendition of it but it sold so who am I to complain? That was another time Courtney was mad at me. I sold the song without telling her. Which I understand, but I couldn’t help it.

Courtney goes to the piano. I got up and walked over to her.

“Courtney, Is you good?” Courtney softly sighs. I sit beside her.

“Sing it with me?” I sighed.

“Why?”

“Just do it.” I hummed.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and began to play the starting tune of Unlove You.

“Driving by the park at night

I was stopping at the light

And you reminded me of all those days.

Posted at the coffee shop

We would sit and talk for hours

Never thought in a million years things would change.”

Just like in high school, Courtney would swoop in with her church vocals.

“Tied to my heart

Like a kite to a string

I’d follow you where the wind would blow

We were something

But you were fronting

Now I’m sitting here wishing I could get you out of my head”

My smile widened as I looked over at my best friend. She didn’t look like her older self. She looked like her high school self. It was 2008 the beginning era of the Jerkin, Swag.

I wore Hot pink Skinny jeans and purple shirt with a vest over it. A pink Hello Kitty Snapback and Pink Jordans. Courtney was always the bougie type.

She had on high-waisted Jeans with a white blouse tucked. Her sleeves were poofy and ugly. She wore a pink Statement necklace as a pop of color and cheetah print wedged heels.

We looked so ugly, it was insane. But being on stage with her was one of my fondest memories. Being on that stage, singing with her, took my mind away from my shitty home life, my depression stemming from teenage hormones, just everything.

I don’t sing or write anymore because it wasn’t my passion. It was more Courtney’s. I just happened to come along for the ride.

I finished playing the song, and we looked at each other happily. Then she punches my arm, ruining the moment.

“Ouch! What was that for?!”

“That was for selling the song!” I groaned.

“I said I was sorry,” I grumbled. Courtney hums.

“You can make it up to me by setting me up an appointment with Gravity Records.” I shake my head.

“Nice try, but no.” Courtney throws her head back and groans.

“So, you’re willing to pay for studio time, but not me going to Atlanta—”

“I’m not asking my Aunt Carlotta for shit, aight.”

“You have the connects! Why not use them?” I got up and sighed.

“Because I just don’t wanna ok,” I muttered, returning to my desk.

“Well, I will at least say thank you for booking me a studio session with Max is on Fire!” I nod.

“Thank Noah. I just footed the bill. But, have you written a song you might want to record?” Courtney hums, hesitantly. That meant yes, but she wasn’t sure if it was good enough to be a hit.

“What do you have, Court?” She takes a seat and pulls out her phone.

“Well, It’s a heavy song, ya know? A song with substance.” I nod.

“Ok? What’s wrong with that?” Courtney shrugs and hands me her phone.

“Just my Luck.” I read the title.

“Look at me, look at me, strugglin’

Bring me down, I want more of it

Is that what you hear? Is it written on my face?

Or is it in my eyes ‘cause I’m stuck up in this place? And I just

I don’t know where you’re leadin’ me to go

Pullin’ me here, pullin’ me there

Can’t take no more

What happened to bein’ happy? That’s what I ask myself

Over here tryna mask me, who even is myself?”

I paused, impressed by these lyrics. These lyrics weren’t a typical Courtney Jackson style. She writes more so pop songs. Songs that lack substance, but a song you can rock with so reading something like this makes me proud of her.

“I like it. I think it’s great. Why are you ashamed of it?” I asked, handing her back her phone. She sheepishly shrugs.

“I don’t know. It’s just people look at me and expect me to just twerk and be beautiful. So me releasing a song like this? I might just lose it all.” Courtney worriedly confesses. I let out a heavy sigh. Courtney is not bright. Honestly, she should’ve been in Special ed classes with Tariq, but I digress.

Courtney is the perfect Social media influencer. She doesn’t talk about personal life issues. She doesn’t bring any drama to social media. She’s not voicing real-world issues on social media either. She follows a script, acts her little ass off in selling these brands, takes a couple of pictures to look pretty and that’s it.

I understand why she would be worried about releasing something as powerful as this and from a management standpoint, I unfortunately agree. This song is beautiful, but It’s not the right timing.

“Courtney, You’re right. It is too early, but that doesn’t mean we will never release it. Just not as a first single, Ya know?” Courtney looked sad and I felt bad. I know she put her heart and soul into the song, and I think this is beautiful, but it’s a bit overwhelming for a debut single.

“Well, luckily, I’ve been writing other songs too. We’ll find something.” I gave Courtney a reassuring smile.

“Hell yeah. I have faith in you.” Courtney smiled at me back and placed her hand over mine. I can tell she needed those words of encouragement.

“I know, you do and that’s why you’re my best friend.” I hate warm sentimental moments. It just makes me feel weird, but I try to bury the hate inside because It’s ok to be happy. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.

Tailah

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I pulled into E.W.’s pick-up line, which was crowded, making me feel anxious. I talked to Devin, and he explained that his mother had a heart attack that caused foaming from the mouth. This does not sound good to me. Oftentimes when we have Patients foaming from the mouth while having a heart attack? They’re going to the upper room.

I didn’t want to tell Devin over the phone about his mother’s survival rate as he was still in denial currently about the situation. Devin already lost his father less than two years ago because of hepatic steatosis or Fatty Liver Disease. He couldn’t lose his mother, too.

As I sit in the car pick-up line, my phone rings. It was the school calling, confusing me. I worriedly answered the call, because what’s next?!

“Hey, Ms. Rhodes, it’s Mr. Eddie. I need to talk to you about Genesis. Do you mind coming in?” I sighed. I wanted to say no, but I also have to assure that Genesis is doing alright in school.

“Yeah, I’ll come in.” I pull out my spot and park in front of the school. I get out of the car, not realizing I still have my phone pressed against my ear.

“Hello?” It was silent. Gregory must’ve hung up. I tossed my phone on the passenger seat and grabbed my purse, closing the door and rushing into the busy school. I had to stop by at the front desk and hand in my ID or else security would stop me because I have no sticker badge.

Times like these make me hate the extra security they put in place because I’m in a rush, and I know traffic to Knoxville is dreadful. Once I got my sticker, I rushed to Mr. Eddie’s classroom. I open the door to see it’s just Mr. Eddie, by himself. I looked at him, confused. Where is my daughter?

“Relax, Ms. Rhodes, She’s with Mrs. Howard.” I let out a sigh of relief

“Ok, what’s up?” Gregory looked uneasy, which frightened me even more, because what was happening? I cannot take any more stress.

“Genesis tried to pay Ms. Teagues to break up with me.” Out of all the things he could’ve said, nothing would have prepared me for this.

“Huh?”

“Uhm, yeah. Genesis thinks if Ms. Teagues breaks up with me, I would get back with Marí.” I hummed, nodding. Genesis didn’t get this idea out of thin air so, she must’ve seen something to get that idea.

“Gregory, do you still love my sister?” Mr. Eddie stammers over his words. I hummed, getting the answer I needed.

“Look, I’ll talk to Genesis about boundaries because I know she had Marí’s best interest at heart, but Gregory, if you love my sister, leading Janine on is awful.” Mr. Eddie sighs, shaking his head.

“Look, Tailah, What Marí and I had is—”

“Obviously, not in the past. Marí still loves you, and if Genesis can tell you still love her then, obviously, the feelings are still there. I know it’s tough to let go of a first love. You guys were each other’s first everything. But you guys might need closure or get back together.” I advised, shrugging. Gregory shook his head.

“Look, thanks for the advice, Tee, but I love Janine, and want to make it work with her.”

“So you’re telling me you love Janine more than Marí?” I can tell he was getting flustered by me being skeptical about his feelings towards Janine, and obviously, this isn’t his first time being asked this. So, I changed the subject.

“Genesis is going to be out for a couple of days. Devin’s mother is sick, and I don’t think she has too much time left on this earth, from a nurse’s standpoint,” I explained. Mr. Eddie nods.

“I’ll keep him in my prayers.” I nod. I leave Mr. Eddie’s room and go straight to Mrs. Howard’s classroom to get Genesis. I opened the door to see Genesis happily get out of her seat and run towards me, hugging me. Mrs. Howard gets up and walks over to me.

“Ms. Rhodes, It’s always a pleasure to have Genesis in my classroom.” I smile and nod.

“I’m glad.” Mrs. Howard places her hand on my forearm.

“Ms. Rhodes, Have you given any further thoughts on Genesis being in the gifted program?” I gave her an uneasy look and Mrs. Howard nods at me.

“Look, I know you’re skeptical about the Gifted Program. But they’re having an open house for the second semester. Ms. McKessie is the first and second-grade teacher. She’s amazing and loves it when Genesis visits her class during recess. Just stop by, please.” She hands me a flyer. I sigh, nodding. Genesis grabs my hand and we walk out of the classroom. I looked down at Genesis with a stern look and she looked away.

“Look, I know, I’m in trouble, but Mr. Eddie already took away my reading time, and I think that’s a harsh enough punishment,” Genesis argues. I chuckled shaking my head. We leave the school and walk to the car.

“We’ll discuss this in the car.” Genesis nods. I unlock my car and walk to the back. I opened the door and Genesis climbed into her booster seat. I buckled her in and then looked at her one more time, before shaking my head. My daughter is too much! I get in the driver’s seat and buckle up, starting the car.

“Genesis, You can’t pay people to do what you want. Where did you even get that behavior from?”

“Aunt Marí, She pays me ten bucks to wash the dishes and twenty if I fold her laundry.” My jaw drops. I shouldn’t be surprised that Marí would do that, but here I am, stunned. I get out of my parking spot and drive around the buses, heading to Knoxville.

“Well, Why would you pay her to break up with Mr. Eddie anyway?”

“Well… Mr. Eddie and Auntie Marí look at each other like you look at Dad. I can tell they love each other a lot! I mean, Mr. Eddie looks at Ms. Teagues with love too, but not the way he looks at Aunt Marí, and Aunt Marí seems so sad and lonely sometimes—I just want her to be happy too.” Genesis explains to me, which makes me softly sigh.

I understood Genesis’ intention to help, but I need to teach her that Janine has feelings too and her actions hurt Janine.

“You hurt Ms. Teagues’ feelings when you did that.” I looked through my rearview mirror and saw Genesis’ remorseful expression.

“I didn’t mean to mommy.” I nod.

“I know. Look, I’m going to tell you this. If Mr. Eddie and Auntie Marí are meant to be together, fate will find its way to get them together. Fate does not need your help, understood?” Genesis nods.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I smiled as I was coming to the red light. I stopped the car and sighed. I looked over and saw the flyer on my passenger seat.

“Genesis?”

“Ma’am?”

“Do you like the gifted program?” Genesis’ smile was so wide, you would think she was a Walmart Mascot.

“Yes! Ms. McKessie is teaching me Multiplication, and They have an amazing book selection!” Genesis gushes. I chuckled to myself happy to hear the joy of Genesis talking about The gifted program.

“Do you want to go to the open house?” Genesis nods.

“Maybe Dad can come too.” I let out an unsure sigh. Devin is pretty set in his ways, and I don’t need to piss him off even more by asking him to come to the open house.

“We’ll see. Grandma is pretty sick. Daddy might be taking care of her for a bit.” Genesis frowns.

“Is she going to die?” With the medical knowledge that I have, her chance of survival is slim, but I didn’t want to worry Genesis.

“We’ll find out at the hospital.” Genesis’ eyes happily lit up.

“WE’RE GOING TO KNOXVILLE?” I chuckled and nodded.

“yes, yes we are.”

“Great! Kodie has a new Science kit. He promised that I could play with it when I come back.” I smiled. At least one of us will be happy to be in Knoxville. I just hope I’m wrong.

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This week on Marvel Comics (31st May 2023):

Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6 #026

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Carnage Vol. 3 #013

Deadpool Vol. 9 #007

Doctor Strange Vol. 6 #003

Edge of Spider-Verse Vol. 3 #002

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"Good, I'm glad you had others... but I know none of us will understand," Callum said softly, avoiding another apology. It was the Irish thing, but he had learned quickly in the US that it could become tedious. He held onto her tight, a hand rubbing her shoulder to soothe her. It was heartbreaking to see the pain in her eyes. The emotions that stirred in her could drown the strongest of people, which was not lost on Callum. He might not understand what she's been through, as he had never had to give up a child, but he knew Gen and saw the hurt that darkened her eyes.

He instantly shook his head when she apologised, wanting to stop her from continuing, but he paused. This space was hers, and he needed to simply listen and be there. "Hey..." Callum's voice was soft, and he shifted to see her better. He could feel the tears pooling on his shirt, so he reached out and helped to wipe them away. "I'm speaking to that seventeen-year-old when I say this..." He paused and took her hand in his. "You cry as much as you need to and forgive yourself... you were a kid." Callum choked up but quickly swallowed it away. It was hard not to feel for Gen when he was a father himself. To think of Avie in that situation, he hoped someone would be kind to her. "I'm here for you in any way you need. If you need to talk it out with someone or forget about it. Whatever it is. You're not alone in this, okay?" Callum gave her hand a squeeze, then smiled. "Is now a bad time to tell you that you're a pretty crier?" Callum knew it was too soon and completely inappropriate, but he could also see that she needed some reprieve from the trauma this had mustered up. He would never dismiss her vulnerability, but he hoped it might help lighten the weight of decades of pain, even for a moment.

END

It was admittedly rather difficult for Genesis to accept his condolences when there was still so much guilt lingering beneath the surface. It was difficult to grieve the loss of somebody who hadn't died. Especially when after all this time, she didn't feel worthy of knowing what had happened to their son, or even worthy of her ex's forgiveness. "There are a few people who know about my son, those I was closest to at the time and of course my ex-husband. But as far as Alex being back in town, I've only told Cameron and my two closest friends."

As he gazed into her eyes, the brunette could feel her heart aching inside of her chest. It took a lot for her to be vulnerable with others, especially about something so incredibly personal. But Callum had always been able to put her mind at ease. "I'm sorry. I know it happened a long time ago and I really shouldn't be crying, but it all feels so fresh now that he's here. It's like I'm back to being that scared little seventeen-year-old, and I know I have to tell him." As another tear rolled down Gen's cheek, she raised a hand to dry her eyes, trying not to dampen Callum's t-shirt in the process.

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004.   kiss hand - for Ardyn? (With eternal affection, from Gen. <33) @whitedecadence​

he is fractal- splintered in ways no cartographer could ever chart. long has he lost the thread of who he used to be; failing to match any ephemeral recollection with the image that greets him each time he passes a reflective surface. 

the face is not his, yet is. is familiar yet strange, and all too often does he find himself embroiled in his own head- separate as he is from his initial, astral given purpose.

this world was new, and saturated with magic far and beyond his own mana-less realm. his first scourged victim elderly, from a grunged metal city with a plate for a sky. he’d wandered, found various jobs with those who couldn’t care less whether he remembered the date or their faces from yesterday.

           ( he usually did. it was not always this bad. )

made a sort of life, blending with others wearing piecemeal garments. ambition did not touch him until he awoke to himself, as himself.

had met a soul of fire, with abilities that made his pulse quicken and his lips smile for the first time in what seemed an age. spoke eloquence as if he were royalty himself, tending within adagium a flame of fondness--

                           ( he is lost today )

pulls him back with a gentle grip upon their walk of streets less cluttered with filth, bewildered gold riveting upon that particular shade of emerald ice (too new, too new, where am i?), frantic thoughts slowing gradually - from jackrabbit to crawl, and his heart yet beats the former.

“genesis...” a breath, and perhaps a new beginning. the name a herald of change, as much as a plea to return to what is known.

                                           ( he is known. his poet. )

“i am sorry...” and truly, he is. tone mournful, for how could he have gotten so lost? 

                            “it’s alright now.                                             ...what were you saying~?”

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Let's see Genesis humility getting a nice meal and a bed to sleep in after behaving properly one time as a reward. I want to watch him

He trembles with effort, visibly straining against the restraints that bind him as he's brought to a new room. A new lab, no doubt, where they'll stick him full of pain and take away parts of him and her and them and it and-

Even when hes brought to a room with a nice bed, the smell of a meal making his stomach growl, he still assumes the worst. It's another experiment, isn't it?

But the people transporting him leave. The door shuts behind them - locked, of course. Still a cell, but... undeniably better. There's a bed in here. With real blankets. And a pillow! But 004 doesn't see it. He doesn't really see anything. But that smell, it's intoxicating. There's a steady drip of drool that escapes through the muzzle, falling to the floor where hungry plants grow, though quickly die when they find no nourishment. An effective way to keep the creature... safe to handle.

His eyes are darting around the room to locate it, and the moment his restraints release, he shakes them off, claws away the muzzle, and bounds over on all fours towards where it smells strongest. It doesn't take him long to find it... So different from this slop he's been fed. Just enough to keep him alive, but never enough! So, naturally, he doesn't even hesitate, though the thought briefly surfaces that surely this can't be for him. He'd rather take the punishment again than turn away this opportunity that's presented itself.

No need for forks or manners or anything like that. He practically slams his clawed hand over it protectively, ignoring how it burns. And, at the same time, he shoves his face in under where he guards it, sinking teeth into - oh, god. Meat. Real, honest to god meat. Vines lash around him, as if to make sure nothing's coming to take it away, and he devours it quickly. Not a bit left behind. Fuck, even the tray it was on receives a good chomp that leaves his uneven toothmarks behind. He continues licking at the tray until he realizes it's a waste of time... and only then does he dare to look around this room. Perhaps hoping to find more to eat? But also just trying to work out where he is. Why he's here. Is it because he didn't snap at the researchers? Or are they testing him for something?

Upon finding the room empty, and very much inescapable, 004 opts to check the bed. But he doesn't climb on top of it. Instead, he's snatching the blanket, and dragging it under the bed with him. It feels... safer down here. Only marginally, but it's better than nothing. So he makes himself a messy little nest under this bed, and just... hides. Not sleeping, of course, not until he can't stay awake any longer. But watching, keeping an eye out for the inevitable danger that'll find him again.

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Lesson 004: You are Your Brother’s Keeper

Genesis 4:9 - Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?”  He said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

In order to understand the two questions asked in this verse, we first must answer the question “Why did Cain kill Abel?”

Both Cain and Abel were worshipers of God.  Both brought offerings to God.  

Let’s read together Exodus 12:5-6; John 1:29; 1 Peter 1:18-20; and Hebrews 9:22.

The difference between Cain and Abel is in what they offered to God.  Abel brought a firstborn sheep as a sacrifice, while Cain brought an offering of the fruit of the ground.

God accepted Abel’s offering because it was what God prescribed.  The sacrifice of the sheep pointed forward to Jesus at the cross.  God rejected Cain’s offering because it was the result of Cain’s own works.  We cannot be saved by our own works.  God spoke to Cain and explained to him that his offering would be accepted if Cain followed God’s requirements.

Let’s read together 1 John 3:10-15.

However, Cain ignored God’s admonition.  He allowed his resentment of being rejected by God and of Abel being accepted by God to fester.  Cain murdered his brother Abel.

Let’s read together Genesis 18:21; Deuteronomy 13:14; Proverbs 28:13; and 1 John 1:9.

Why did God ask Cain where his brother Abel was?  God already knew what happened.  He was giving Cain a chance to repent of his sins.  God can forgive all sins, even murder, if the sinner earnestly repents.

Let’s read together Leviticus 19:18; Romans 12:10; and 1 John 4:20-21.

Why did Cain ask if he was his brother’s keeper?  Cain’s answer to God’s question clearly demonstrated his lack of repentance for his sin, if not outright defiance.  Not only did Cain lie about not knowing Abel’s whereabouts, he responded sarcastically with a question of his own.  (Abel was a keeper of sheep.  Was Cain the keeper of the keeper of sheep?)

Cain’s speech and actions revealed a lack of love towards his brother Abel.  Additionally, Cain showed he did not love God either.  Cain only loved hinself.

To answer Cain’s question, the answer is yes.  Cain should have kept his brother safe and foremost in his heart.  If Cain loved God, he would have loved Abel also.  

If we truly love God, we will also love our fellow man.

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Female DNA: Shuzenji Ai sample acquired by her ex husband before divorce

Sex: Male

DOB:2201 August 1st

age: 18

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Physical description: 6’0 slightly Androgynous big blue eyes with button pattern pupil’s blond yarn like hair

Notes: debate over weather G-4 should become a rescue hero or stay as a private commission healer is still ongoing with a possible compromise of it being a sidekick for G-6

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