#homie wore the same suit the first three shows

[kindahoping4forever]

Nostalgia For A Time That Never Existed in Washington DC - 26 May 2024

[hellyeahomeland]

Things Carrie Wore This Week

TCWTW hive, last week we ate. This week, we feast. 

This is the same ensemble Carrie was wearing at the end of last week’s episode but I just have to say I totally love it. Carrie in all black is perfection. 

Her earrings are these little silver dome studs. Remember when Carrie wearing earrings was a surprising occurrence? Props to the costume department this season because Carrie has worn ALL THE EARRINGS and looked great doing it. 

~the last Theory pantsuit~

She buttoned both buttons... again. I was exasperated last week... I’m now so mellow about it all that I don’t even care. Hey, it’s waist-defining. You do you, Carrie!

She did TUCK IN HER SHIRT. I’m gasping!!! The shirt is (probably) a long-sleeve blouse, in this actually very nice olive-y green color that looks more brownish here. This is great, too! Sorry, I’m reveling in the tucked shirt. If she’d done a French tuck I would have passed through to another dimension.

Interlude the First:

Bonus ~Things Tasneem Wore This Week~

This fucking gorgeous ~eggplant~ ensemble. This is officially my favorite of the season, but purple is my favorite color so I’m not impartial. And the pearls! Which, per Nimrat Kauer, are actually her mother’s? I love that! I love this show! Thank you life, thank you love, it is true, there are some angels in this city! 

Anyway, where were we? 

Oh, right! Carrie goes to the West Bank and throws on this actually lovely dark teal Henley. This is fabulous! I love the sleeve length. The color is wonderful and looks tremendous on her. 

Here’s the full look. Her dependable black skinny jean, the black suede boots. Oh, and the gun. This is your look, Carrie. This is an A. Bravo. 

Interlude the Second:

~Bonus Things Hugh Dancy Wore This Week~

ANOTHER FUCKING KNITTED TIE. I am beyond amused at this homie and his tragique facial hair and his $10,000 suits and his Park Slope knitted tie. 

I’m just... honestly kudos to Hugh Dancy for bringing the ultimate sliminess to this role. He was overjoyed, you could tell. But these knitted ties. How many does he have? Eighteen? In different shades of blue and grey? Anyhoozles, I’m sure John Zabel landed squarely on his feet and is headlining his own Fox News primetime show. 

ARE YOU ALL READY? WE’RE ABOUT TO GO TWO YEARS INTO THE FUTURE.

How does one describe the feeling when the camera slowly pans over to Carrie Mathison, hair perfectly curled, sitting in her beautifully- yet moodily-lit Moscow penthouse at her vanity, wearing a silk robe in a lovely shade of mauve, applying mascara? Remember that other dimension I mentioned above? I’M IN IT. 

I’m... speechless. You know that meme that’s like “when you listen to your new favorite song so many times that you eventually get sick of it”? I’m in danger of reaching that territory.

She’s wearing lingerie?? She’s smiling?????? She!!!!!!!!!! 

(admittedly the lingerie doesn’t fit that well but WHO GIVES A SHIT)

(we’re all in agreement that everything Carrie wears in the last twenty minutes has been a gift from Yevgeny because he is apparently rolling in cash and loves to shower her with presents, right? and she indulges him because she loves him and she knows she looks fucking awesome?)

PAUSE to just take in this scene:

The mid-century-style vanity with all her makeup neatly arranged. Y’all, I’m wheezing!!

His and hers stools at the foot of the bed. 

The largeness of it. This bedroom is massive!! I thought Saul’s bedroom was giant (it is), this is on another level. 

“I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great.”

Another smile. God, these close-mouthed smiles, I’m truly in another reality.

ANYWAY: the necklace. It’s a Dominique Cohen “diamond pendant necklace (large), in 18k yellow gold, 22-inch chain,” 0.85 carats of white diamonds. It is now officially called “the Carrie” and you can buy it for the low, low price of $3600 (really, it’s on sale).

Yevgeny being a man who knows jewelry is so damn on brand it’s ridiculous. 

Not the series but IJLTP.

Interlude the Third: Carrie and Yevgeny: A Height Difference Made in Heaven

(married couple) 

(how is he so giant)

(she’s wearing heels and still just comes up to his chin!!!!)

They’re a match made in heaven, and that’s actually where I am right now. 

THE COAT. THE HEELS. It’s hard to tell in this photo but her toenails are also painted black. In case we had any doubt that Carrie is living her best life!! 

This coat is gorgeous and so unexpected. They could have just had her wear a more standard black peacoat, but instead they went with this decidedly more elegant textured (beaded?) number. Also, Yevgeny had the coat waiting for her when she walked down the stairs. Did she pick this out beforehand? It’s very much an evening coat, I’m just wondering how he knew that’s what she’d want to wear. 

Good God the last twenty minutes of this episode are just Carrie looking stunning and radiant. It’s what we deserve, and we absolutely love to see it! 

Ok, the earrings! They are also Dominique Cohen (and therefore almost certainly a previous gift from Yevgeny?), specifically the 1.5-inch oval diamond hoops in 18k yellow gold with 0.44 carats of white diamonds. You can get them for the low, low price of $2750 (again, they’re on sale!).

Y’ALL. THEY MADE A CARRIE COLLECTION. CARRIE MATHISON HAS A COLLECTION. OF JEWELRY. NAMED AFTER HER. 

My girl’s not just surviving, she’s thriving. 

The outfit. The top is by Narciso Rodriguez, from his pre-fall 2018 collection: “matte black sequin embroidered one-shoulder silk top.” 

Given that Claire Danes’ favorite designer is Narciso Rodriguez and they are dear friends, do we think this is from Claire’s own wardrobe? ‘Twould be fitting, I’ll say that. The whole ~lewk (especially the asymmetry!) is so Claire it’s wild. 

I”m fairly certain the skirt is Narciso Rodriguez too, because why not?! 

The much-speculated-about purse is the Tango bag by Tissa Fontaneda (sells for $770, but she bought two so that’s $1540). Again, très distinct. The taste! 

CARRIE HAS A TANLINE. CARRIE A. MATHISON.

From which remote beach location did they just return? Croatia, maybe? Or Fiji? Please let me know your thoughts.

By the way, it goes without saying how fabulous Carrie looks. She looks gorgeous. The curled hair is... *chef’s kiss* It got me thinking whether this is a look (the curled hair) she goes with more often than not now... I can’t decide! 

The ring! What an unusual ring. I love how geometric it is. God, Carrie wearing three distinct pieces of jewelry is something I’ll never get over. I’m also calling that this is one of Claire’s own, since my favorite ever credit in a Claire Danes photoshoot is “rings: Danes’ own.” 

Interlude the Last: Claire Danes Wearing Eyeglasses

The ponytail.

Her Zoom username being “Le iPad (2)” is sending me. 

I had to include this because this is a thing Carrie wore. Love the (presumably white) Oxford shirt. This photo will always haunt me. This is Carrie too. No one’s just one thing.

What is Carrie wearing at the end? How about an honest-to-God smile? 

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE YOU, CARRIE. 

[sijjak]

GROOVL1N DAZED December 2019

RAVI

Do you like Manhwa (Korean comic) characters?

When I was young I really liked them. I don’t think there were a lot of big chances for me to hear about them.

Then what about the character on your t-shirt?

I’m the type of person that likes to wear pattern or character t-shirts casually. But when I wore this today, I think it suits me even better than I expected.

The character on the clothes you’re wearing today, Felix, means happiness in Latin. What moment are you most happy these days?

I’m the happiest when I’m on stage. Or when I’m working on an album and preparing to be on stage? And when I suddenly plan something and think I’m doing well for something I prepared, I’m happy then too.

There’s a Ravi song that talks about happiness, ‘Live’. The message you want to give with your music seems well defined here.

I want people to be able to grasp my intentions for making music, but I also hope that people can interpret it freely. When someone thinks about my songs, it’s fun to watch the reactions of that’s right and that’s not it. There are times where I’m like ‘it’s exactly that!’, but on the other hand, there are also times where I think ‘you can think about it like that too.’

Then what message does your new album <Limitless> have?

I feel that there are a lot of people who will try and lock someone inside the mold they made for themselves. I have confidence, but there are other people who make limits and a mold for me and try to lock me inside that. I don’t think there are limits for anyone. It’s a message I’m sending to people so that they don’t put limits on themselves, and a message I’m sending to the people who lock other people inside that mold.

Just this morning the new album’s track list was released.

This album is being announced in two parts. While the texture is similar, they’re a little different. There are five, six songs included respectively, and <Limitless Part 1>  is a little more exciting, and has strong music with a hip hop color.

You said you brought Coldbay and Xydo to GROOVL1N by directly DMing them. How did you end up together with Chillin Homie?

Coldbay and Xydo are rookie artists, and I thought it would be good if there was a friend that could fulfill a more intermediate role. At that time, I got a recommendation from the producer GXXD (Girlnexxtdoor), and so I immediately called him there and met him, and we were like-minded, so he ended up joining.

You’re the head of GROOVL1N, so isn’t a heavy weight on your shoulders?

I can definitely feel a sense of responsibility. I feel a sense of responsibility to the people who help me during my promotions, but this time it’s on a different level. There’s the people I gather, you know. There’s this responsibility that I have to do better, that it has to turn out better. There are times where I feel pressured too.

Is it the sense of responsibility that makes you move? You really filled up one entire year. You had nearly 10 albums come out and your face lit up a lot of entertainment programs as well.

I want the company to have more influence, and until I can get to that place, I’m going to show the most. TV programs are fun of course, but I also want to let people know about me and GROOVL1N. And I want to reach out even closer to my fans and my family.

Always in interviews, you say that it’s selfishness that’s your driving force to move. Is that still true?

At first, it was my personal selfishness, but now it’s a little different. Now, I want to contribute to the culture that I like and love. Dance, photography, design, etc., I’m planning a project called the ‘GROOVL1N Mob’ to gather artists of various fields. I hope that the GROOVL1N Mob culture and scene can have a good impact. Simply put, this is a good start, now I want to spread good things.

Don’t you want to rest a bit?

Umm, I want to rest, but when I think about resting, I don’t really want to rest like that (laughs). Already, resting has become unfamiliar.  Because I’m always moving, that is even more awkward. Even now, I have my new album release ahead of me, but I’m already preparing my next album.

There was a funny fan expression about Ravi who goes without any rest. “Is Kim Ravi three people, Kim, Ra, and Vi?” Even if you had three bodies, it seems like it wouldn’t be enough.

Waa, awesome. There was that sort of reaction? But actually, I want it to look like that. To make people think ‘How can he pull all these things off?’ Keep releasing music and at the same time showing my face on TV. If people become curious about me or start to like me, they’ll have more of an interest in GROOVL1N. If the good artists that are with me are to shine more, I have to shine. I have to work harder.

For <1 Night, 2 Days>, you have been set as a fixed member.

Since I was a child, it was a program that I watched and grew up with. It’s amazing that I became a member of the program. It’s really exciting.

Now for all of your songs you’ve traveled to all corners of the world. Is there a place you want to especially go to?

Actually, there’s more places and food I don’t know. I’m the type of person that only goes to places I’ve been and only eats what I’ve eaten before. Haha. If it’s a place with no bugs and good air, then anywhere is good. I’m scared of bugs. They have so many legs...In places with good air, I want to breathe without any irritation or asthma and breathe healthily.

In <1 Night, 2 Days>, there are individually made distinct characters. If you were the producer, what sort of character would you make Ravi into?

I think I would just make it comfortably. I’m not really the type of person that makes myself someone like that. I’m just the type to naturally enjoy the environment and my relationships with people.

Besides work, what’s something that you’re interested in these days?

I’m learning martial arts tumbling. I was wondering about what I could do to show more of myself on stage, so I ended up learning it.

But doesn’t that eventually end up being work?

I guess so (laughs). These days I don’t have a hobby, really. I can’t even see my dog a lot.

It’s going to be Christmas soon, what are you going to do?

On Christmas, there is a GROOVL1N show in Busan. In the new year, we’re doing a party in Daegu.

Have you imagined what you might be like in 2020?

In 2020, I think I’ll end up being busy doing stuff for myself and because of other people. Get a lot of results from albums or whatever work I plan. I hope there are more places like shows, advertisements, TV programs or wherever where people can see me and GROOVL1N. I want to fill up 2020.

This year is Felix’s 100th anniversary. If you live to be 100, what sort of image will you have?

If I’m here after 100 years, I’d want to still be on stage? I hope to be able to stand on stage with an okay condition and have an image that contributes and has a good influence on this culture. Not just me, but it’s the same for all the GROOVL1N friends. I want there to be more people who are happy because of us.

Cold Bay & Chillin Homie & Xydo

How was the Felix the Cat shooting today?

C: It was the first time I’ve done shooting with <Dazed>. It was fun. Before we came to the filming site, I worried a lot about whether I would match the concept well, but I did it enjoyably.

It looks like you guys all have good chemistry together.

X: Yes, all our personalities are different, but I think we fuse well. We have a lot of consideration for each other, and even though we’re young, we’re all mature. Cold Bay, despite his outward appearance is very warm, and Ravi is reliable and always works really hard. He always works without rest, and wants to show us a good image. As you know, he’s also a boss. So for us too, it’s an environment where we can follow suit and work hard.

Chillin Homie, you heavily participated in <Show Me the Money 8> and joined the GROOVL1N label in September.

H: It wasn’t a big participation, but even so I’ve worked harder than last year. I wanted to show a change from the image I show or my rap style, so I thought the most suitable place for me would be GROOVL1N. I joined GROOVL1N without any concerns.

Is there a special meaning to the label name, GROOVL1N?

C: It’s a combination of the words ‘groove’ and ‘goblin.’ As you know, the Eastern symbol for goblin is 도깨비 (Dokkaebi). The meaning it carries is ‘the cool group of the East.’ Our logo too is the representation of goblin horns.

In October, you released the digital single <Spotlight>. The lyrics are about your own story, correct?

X: Yeah. that’s right. It’s my story, but it’s also a song I want people who share the same conflicts and worries with me to hear. There were times that seemed to be endlessly difficult and that even if I kept trying, I couldn’t see in front of me. After I joined GROOVL1N, good things started happening. Of course, there is some luck too. There is the meaning that someday I’ll go towards my dreams and make positive things happen.

Cold Bay, you are an engineering student at Korea University. How did you end up getting Ravi’s offer?

C: I’m in the department of Chemical and Biological Engineering at Korea University. I participated in the Yonsei cypher diss track ‘Killitkomori’ at the Korea - Yonsei sports competition,* and it became something that people were talking about. At that time, I got a DM from Ravi and we communicated and I featured for him, and now I’m a member of GROOVL1N.

*T/N: Korea and Yonsei University have a famous rivalry, so every year they  have a big competition against each other. It’s a very well known event in Korea.

What are your plans going forward?

H: I want to show my various colors. Because of the image I showed on <Show Me the Money 8>, people know me as a Boom Bap* rapper, but that’s only one part of me. Going forward, the songs that will come out will definitely be good. You can anticipate it, because I’ll do well.

*T/N: Boom Bap refers to a type of rap genre that has drum sounds that are similar to the words ‘boom’ and ‘bap.’

C: Actually, my album came out yesterday. It seems like I’ve only been working towards now. For now, I’m going to take my time, and find some time just for me.

X: I’m preparing for my EP that will come out in January. And please listen a lot to the group song that will come out in December.

The last year of the 2010s, 2019, will be over in a month. How was 2019?

H: If I look back from when I first started rap to now, I didn’t have confidence. I’m thankful that people are able to know my name from such a short time. I think I'm still adjusting to that. I don’t think I’m a perfect artist yet. Right now I’m just adjusting to the process of slowly becoming complete. This year, I got settled with GROOVL1N, and overall 2019 was good.

C: I’m going to school and I entered a company, in 2019 my life changed a lot. It was stressful, but more than that, it was a year where I got a lot of good energy.

X: The beginning of this year was hard. I couldn’t see hope, and I was very worried that I would have to keep going through this. As one month and one month passed, there were a lot of good changes, and those changes keep continuing on. I only cared about speed, and I think this year was a time where I found my direction. I thoughtlessly felt this pressure that I had to do well and I senselessly only looked forward and ran, but now I found my direction, and now I have a view of where I can go.

Felix means ‘happiness’ and ‘good fortune’ in Latin. What is happiness and good fortune to GROOVL1N?

H: I like to drink with the guys. It’s not anything special, but to me that’s the recent greatest source of happiness (laughs). My colleagues in the company are older than me. When I think about being the youngest, it’s nice that I can lean on the guys who are older than me.

C: Umm, GROOVL1N’s happiness. It’s happy to think that, as much as all of our thoughts, people will get interested in us and approach us. We’re a very new company. This is the first happiness that we all think about and hope for. Also personally, the greatest happiness for me is doing things that are fun and I'm confident in.

X: Talking often with my usual friends. I think right now I have to be happy. I’m the type of person that pursues myself for my happiness in the far future. Today’s filming too was happy.

What will GROOVL1N be like in 2020?

X: GROOVL1N has to have an impact in 2020. As much as we can make an impact, perfectly. Until now, we’ve been warming up, 2020 is when we will have to run.  

[lovemecharlie]

Day of the White Herb

Every morning on February 9th, upon his wake, Erik would take off from his princely duties and get up at sunrise to summon his 9 live-in wives into the large kitchen. One by one, they'd drop to their knees in observance of the day affectionately coined as the Day of the White Herb. This an annual holiday of the house like Thanksgiving. It was also Erik's birthday, his favorite day. The morning activities were only the kick-off and boy was he excited.

"Happy birthday big nigga," Henny smiled up from the ground. She was the first wife and the first to have her throat stretched. "You wore a ponytail. Good girl, you know Daddy like to pull hair while he getting that neck." In front of the island centered in the kitchen, Henny gripped Erik's thighs and threw her head back and forth on and off Erik's length while her hair wrapped tightly around his thick hand. Her wedding ring gleamed like the saliva dripping sloppily down her chin. "Suck that off my dick right quick," he said with tug. "There you go, princess." They shared a brief wet kiss before Erik stood to plop his dick against the lips of his second wife.

"Knock knock," he said sliding between Aly'sha's soft lips. She took him down easily as he angled his dick down her throat. Her sisters could see the bulge in her neck as his hips moved and he held onto the back of her head. He was enjoying himself and she was showing off, glyucking her little heart away. Aly'sha gasped loudly as her throat emptied and Erik's lips met hers passionately, drool transferring to his beard which he wiped before moving to wife number three. "Don't wipe my shit, nigga," Aly'sha barked. Erik scoffed. "Not everybody wants to taste yo baby drool.. lil one," Erik side-eyed, leaving her to pout.

"My lil rebel. What you wanna do for daddy?" His eyes refocused on Ryley and she was sitting patiently. "Why she get a choice," Henny cut in, "You ain't give no one else a choice." "Cuz it's my party and I'll throatfuck who I want to. Ryley, what you wanna do?" Ryley looked at her sisters and back to Erik. "I wanna... hm. I wanna fuck on the counter but I want it to be covered in hundred dollar bills." "Bitch, is it YOUR birthday," Henny snapped good naturedly. She wanted to see it happen herself. Instantly, she jumped up and ran to retrieve a thousand of her own money and few thousand from Erik's stash. Charlie rushed to follow suit bringing back a thousand in hundreds. "You ain't exactly covered, but then again it ain't your birthday," Charlie said throwing hundreds as her sisterwife got dicked down on the kitchen island. Josephine picked the hundreds up from the floor and threw them again and again. The room cheered as Ryley threw her ass back against the birthday boy, her rhythm only faltering when she was ready to cum. "Good girl, baby, cum on Daddy dick," he whispered in her ear and it was her undoing. She slid back down to her knees and his dick entered the her space again, tapping heavily at her bottom lip. "Now suck it off," he ordered, watching as she cleaned off all traces of her own juices.

"Ngelosi, bring ya ass." It was all he needed to say for Angel to find her place again and drop down to her knees, her mouth opening wide. "Oh you ready, huh?" He stood back admiring her graceful submissiveness before stepping forward again to ram his dick down her throat. "Don't be an angel on this dick, take that muhfukka," he grinned watching her slurp his dick, gagging sounds gracing his pointy ears. "That's right baby. That's fuckin right, no manners on this dick. No fuckin manners." Retrieving his dick, he slapped her lips with it repeatedly before bending to kiss her on her forehead and then her lips. "Happy birthday, my love," she smiled causing him to spoil her with more kisses. "My angel," he murmured before pointing his erection at the next wife, Homie.

"Your turn, thiccums. Eyes on me, and keep that tongue out. Hold her head, Angel." Unlike the previous wives, his Homie struggled a bit, patting his thigh for a bit of air. It didn't make Erik ease up in the least. "Kiss my nuts for my birthday," he ordered and she leaned in happy to oblige. "Good girl," he crooned before moving to Charlie.

"Happy birthday, Daka!" Charlie grinned, her excitement lighting Erik's eyes causing them to crease in quiet joy. "Thank you baby. You put ya hair all up in a bun for me. You know what Daddy like too, don't you. Come here, gimme that throat." Charlie's mouth became a cyclone as she used her hands to twist on his base. He bit his lip as the others watched on. "Mm, suck my shit," he moaned pushing himself further. "Aight... AIGHT chill," he fussed withdrawing his heavy dick. "Greedy ass, save some for Kimora. Come on Killa, got ya titties all out today, no shirt.. Damn. Get you a lil bit."

"I want more than a lil bit," Kimora clarified with a long and slow lick down his shaft. She sucked on the sensitive head of his penis until he pushed her away. Grabbing him back, she dove onto him and used her lips to suction again, like a leech. She was going in for the kill. "We'll finish this later," he promised, pulling her head back to meet her lips with a heavy kiss. He pushed her backward to deter her from grabbing him again.

"Coward. You finish now and we'll watch," Josephine attempted to hypnotize Erik with her eyes, but he plunged into her warm, wet mouth and clapped his hands over her peepers. "Gotta be quicker than that," he grunted pumping his hips into her face. Her head began to bobble like a bobblehead and he quickly jumped back before he could nut.

"Last but not lea-" "Happy birthday, Daddy," Bastion interjected excited for his big day. She wore a headband with a tall Happy Birthday cutout. His smile beamed. He was truly happy. "Thank you little one. You know the drill, finish Daddy off." She sucked on the sensitive head, swiping her tongue on the under-vein before swallowing him like the others had done. She could tell he'd been trying not to nut all the way to this point, but now it was time to let loose.

"Get the bowl," he instructed to no one in particular. Charlie leaped to grab the mixing bowl. She knew the drill by now, she was always the one to grab the bowl. It was tradition. She held the bowl under him and he released a mighty amount of his white seed into it, signaling for the group to stand to their feet.

"Make it pineapple, no, passion fruit with strawberry whip," Charlie yelled. "Works for me," Homie joined in.

"Or just ice cream instead," Ryley added with a frown. "No. Cake. But all those flavors are a stomachache. Just do regular pound cake," Hennessy replied. Aly'sha and Bast nodded.

"Chocolate cake," Angel interjected. "Yeah, because we chocolate," Kimora added. "Josephine, you know what to do," Erik said stepping back with his hands raised, resigned. Every year was the same squabble. Besides, Angel had already baked his cake, a red velvet with cream cheese icing, no cum. This new cummy cake was strictly for the wives. Josephine waved her hands over the bowl of jizz and it turned into a beautiful fluffy batter.

"Here you go Angel, pop this in the often," Josephine grinned suspiciously and Charlie surrendered the bowl with a side-eye.

"Passionfruit?" Charlie mouthed, but Josephine shrugged. "What flavor did you make it," Bast asked looking into the oven.

"Wait and see," Josephine grinned, running from the room to go upstairs. Erik was the next to go and the rest of the wives eventually dispersed. Fourty minutes later, the house reconvened in the kitchen, each person curious of this year's cake flavor. Last year, it was coffee cake.

After a last glance at Josephine, Angel checked the oven. Instantly she stood with a hand on her hip and shook her head. "Leave it to Josephine to pick the thing hardly no one likes."

"Fight me, woman!"Josephine grabbed the oven mit and pulled out what turned out to be a pecan pie. Erik's hard laugh along with the annoyed groans of the sisterwives filled the air.

"I'll eat it!" Charlie shouted as Josephine waved a hand to cool it off enough to eat. Cutting a slice, Charlie could still see pockets of thick preserved cum. "Eww.. Josephine! What the hell?"

"What!" Josephine took a healthy bite of the creamy slice. "It's good eatin!"

The End

@hennessychiron @thehomiekillmonger @wyldjuan @itsangeludaku @bastioncarterstevens-udaku @alyshastevens-udaku @poosypoosy @itskimorafireudaku

[rosebudryot]

Taakitz Week Day 1: Fashion Disasters

Okay so I finished this in three hours without proofreading At All, so please excuse the mistakes! I’ve also never done something like this and this is pretty much my second ever finished fic so I hope it’s okay! it doesn’t exactly fit the prompt but here’s my submission for @taakitzweek !!! feedback is Always Appreciated!

     Kravitz reached up to smooth down his braids as the rift closed up behind him. He’d just finished up his day in the ethereal plane, and he had previously made plans with Taako to go on a date. They’d gone to the Chug n’ Squeeze before, though he had only recently begun to consider that a first date. He still felt somewhat bad for leaving so suddenly, but Taako had insisted that it was okay, and he believed him.

     Their second date had been at a location of Kravitz’ choice, much to his initial panic. Where did people go on dates, now? He couldn’t exactly replicate their previous date, and it was hard to pick a place that seemed enjoyable to Taako. Dating had still been called courting when Kravitz was still alive, for Queen’s sake, and dates hardly existed at all. You exchanged letters and then you were married, and that was mostly it.

     He approached Taako with his dilemma, and was met with a declaration that “Any place ‘s fine, as long as you show up, homie.” That was nice enough, but it didn’t really help him.

     Eventually, after much, much deliberation, Kravitz decided to bring Taako to see an orchestra. Their first date had been somewhere that revealed a part of Taako’s personality, so it seemed well enough that their second would do the same for Kravitz’.

     They had gone out to a relatively upscale restaurant afterwards, and Taako seemed to be enjoying himself. It was enough for him to agree to a third date, which Kravitz considered a success.

     All of that had led him here, standing in the common room of the reclaimers’ dorm. Most of the lights were shut off, and it seemed to be vacant. He was glad that he hadn’t accidentally transported himself into the same room as Merle or Magnus. Taako hadn’t mentioned anything about telling his coworkers about their relationship, and that was fine by him.

     It was a little worrying, however, that Taako wasn’t anywhere to be found either. He was usually sitting on the couch by now, waiting for Kravitz to arrive. Maybe he was just running a little late getting ready, and was still in his room.

     Another five minutes passed without an appearance, and then another ten. Kravitz quickly checked his pocket watch to confirm that this was indeed the right time and, yes, it seemed to be. Maybe he would just let Taako know that he was here, in case he had lost track of time.

     Taako’s door was shut, but Kravitz could faintly hear noise coming from inside. He knocked softly and waited.

     The door swung open to reveal Taako, looking distinctly not ready.

     “Oh, shit! Sorry, handsome. Forgot we were doing that whole date thing tonight.” His face was covered in some sort of green face mask, and his hair was pulled up in a very messy bun. He was wearing very fuzzy knee-high leopard print socks, and a seemingly just as fuzzy pair of pink shorts. His oversized t-shirt was cut crudely into a crop top and had the words “If you don’t like raw aggression you shouldn’t be working at Fantasy Build-A-Bear” printed in eye-searing pink font. The entire look was disastrous, but it didn’t seem to hinder Taako in the slightest. There was very little he couldn’t pull off, anyway.

     “Oh, um, that’s quite alright. We can reschedule, if you’d like?” Kravitz was admittedly just a tiny bit hurt that Taako had forgotten about their plans, but he knew better than anyone that time was hard to keep track of. It slipped past at alarming speeds when he was working in the astral plane.

     “Nah, don’t even worry about it, dude. You can come hang in here.” He stepped back to let Kravitz in and swept his arm to the side in a showy gesture.

     “That sounds nice. You’re sure that’s okay?” Kravitz hesitated slightly in the doorway before making his way inside.

     “Mi casa, su casa, and all that. I should warn you, though. I got stuck with the baby detective tonight. Dunno if that’s chill with you.”

     “That’s okay,” Kravitz paused for a moment. “Have you told him about us?”

     “What? Aw hells no. Kid’s like, two. He probably doesn’t even know what dating is,” Taako scoffs. “He’ll probably snoop around until he figures it out anyway. It doesn’t matter if I tell him.”

     Someone else spoke before Kravitz could reply. “Sir? Are you talking to someone?” The voice belonged to none other than the world’s greatest detective himself, Angus McDonald.

     Angus was wearing a near-identical face mask, though this one was a deep blue instead of mint green. His typical fancy-boy clothes had been ditched in favor of a much too large t-shirt with “Pan Camp” written across the front. (It was most definitely stolen from Merle.) The green shirt was tied in the front with a purple scrunchie in an effort to keep it from reaching his knees. His long pajama pants were patterned with paw prints. (Taako stole them from Magnus a long time ago, and had cast Reduce on them so they’d fit Angus.)

     Angus noticed Kravitz immediately. “Oh! Hello, sir. I’m Angus McDonald. What’s your name?” He stuck out a small hand for him to shake.

     Kravitz hesitantly shook Angus’s hand. He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but was once again interrupted. This time, by Taako.

     “This is my buddy Krav. He’s gonna come chill with us tonight. You needin’ something, Agnes?”

     Angus remembered his original reason for seeking out Taako quickly enough. “Oh, well, the movie ended, but I realized you had left, so I went to go find you. Then I found you here. I can go put on another movie, if you want me to.”

     “Yeah, go knock yourself out,” Taako waved Angus off, but followed him into the living room anyway. “Just none of that detective shit. We’ve been watching that all night.”

     Angus frowned, but quickly recovered. “What if-”

     “Nope, nuh uh. If you’re gonna start tryna make deals you can go spend the night with Garfield. My room, my rules, boychik.”

     He reluctantly accepted Taako’s terms and turned on a fantasy Disney movie instead.

     “You want a face mask, Ghost Rider? We got a gold one with a bunch of glitter and shit,” Taako turned to rummage through a pile of products on the table. “Whatcha thinking, Django? The gold one?”

     Angus considered it for a moment. “Maybe the blue one? It isn’t as flashy, though the gold would look nice with his skin tone.”

     “Right? That’s what I’ve been sayin’ this whole time!” Taako gave a victorious shout as he finally retrieved a small tube from the clutter. “Here we go!” He turned to Kravitz when something seemed to click in his head.

     “I totally forgot you’re in your fuckin’... three piece get-up. Come on, I’ll find you some clothes. Gettin face goop off of designer shit ain’t fun, lemme tell ya.” Taako set the small tube back down on the table and led the way out of the room.

     His room was less of a mess than Kravitz expected. Granted, it was still littered with various arcane artifacts and strange knick-knacks, but there was obviously a method to his madness. Taako marched up to a dresser shoved in the corner and pulled open one of the drawers.

     After shoving some clothes aside he finally emerged with a large black sweatshirt and long pajama pants. “Here ya go. I don’t really remember where I got these, but they should fit you. Bathroom is down the hall to the left.”

     Kravitz had followed Taako’s instructions and changed his clothes, folding his suit carefully and setting it on the sink countertop. His current outfit was, well, strange. The sweatshirt was comfortable enough, certainly much more so than his previous clothes. It said “I brake for binicorns!” on the front, though that was pretty easy to disregard. The pajama pants were lilac, and felt like fleece.

     He had expected worse, in all honesty. It was more color than he usually wore, but it wasn’t that bad.

     Kravitz exited the bathroom and made his way down the hall. There were hardly any pictures hung up anywhere. Compared to Taako’s bedroom, the rest of his dorm seemed to pale in comparison. The walls were much more plain, here.

     Taako whistled as Kravitz emerged into the living room. “Lookin’ good, Bone Boy! I shoulda got some color on you sooner!”

     Kravitz was grateful in that moment that he would actually need blood for it to be able to rush to his face. He accepted the compliment nevertheless, albeit awkwardly. “Um, thank you. I think.”

     The remainder of the night passed in a blur. Every time a movie would end Taako would put on a new one, trying to get Angus to fall asleep. This was somewhat hindered by the large bowl of chocolate-covered popcorn the little detective kept reaching for. Kravitz could see that Taako worked hard to maintain his offput attitude, even though he genuinely did care for the boy.

     Kravitz decided it was time to make his exit as Taako started to have to fight back his yawns. His ears were drooping slightly, and his words were beginning to slur a little more than usual. He continued to insist he was fine, but his consciousness was clearly fading.

     Kravitz tucked the large blanket shoved in the corner of the couch around Taako and Angus, who had fallen asleep slumped against the elf’s side. With one more fond smile over his shoulder, he manifested his scythe and cut a rift. The quiet hum of the portal filled the room as he stepped through, and he was off.

 Taako woke up several hours later with a cramp in his neck and a smirking boy detective sitting next to him.

   Angus was practically grinning now, and there was a mischievous glint in his eye. “I really liked your boyfriend, sir!”

“Oh, damn it, kid!”

[chrishoulihan]

FYF ADVENTCHEA

So this shit turned into a fucking novel, I’m putting it under a cut and it’s just as much for my own recollection as it is for anyone who wants to hear about my festival weekend. Get into it

So I arrived in LA on Thursday morning after my flight was delayed by an hour and ended up getting there at the exact same time as Anna A @yourveryeyes which was fortuitous! We took a Lyft to Exposition Park to pick up her wristband for the festival, wandered around a little bit, and ended up taking the Metro downtown to meet up with Kylie @electric-candyman who was GREAT TO MEET and was also going to the festival, and her friend Chris who doesn’t have a Tumblr afaik and was going to both FYF and the Planetarium show that night. We went to MOCA which was pretty sweet, they had a Rothko room and a few Rauschenberg pieces that were really cool to see in person. After that Anna and I split off to go to Hollywood and check out Amoeba on our way to Sufjan and that was obviously amazing, I didn’t have enough space in the bags I packed to buy any records (which was by design, my broke ass can’t afford to drop a lot of money on vacation and you can’t waste money on stuff if you don’t have room to carry it home *tapping head guy meme*) but I bought a little heart-eyed cat emoji pin as a souvenir and I definitely wanted to buy 5000 things I couldn’t have.

From there we went to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery for Planetarium and met up with Anna L @louisdebumhole ANN- SQUAD REUNITED HELL YEAH. We got to the cemetery and went in all together like over an hour after the doors opened but since it was a lawn show there was still barely anyone lined up at the stage by the time we got there and we got just behind the rail?? AMAZING. I haven’t had the opportunity for rail at a Sufjan show since the Christmas pageant in 2012. Chris showed up not too long after us and joined us right by the stage and Anna L’s friend was there on the rail too so it was a party.

OBVIOUSLY PLANETARIUM WAS INCREDIBLE. My dumb ass forgot to save my Instagram story so I don’t have any of my own videos but it was so great. Sufjan wore his stupid beautiful clashing pajama suit and some fuckin moon boots and he looked fabulous and sang like an angel and said a lot of nonsensical inspirational stuff (like this which is the only video I managed to salvage.) The whole record sounds even richer and fuller live; Jupiter, Moon, and Venus sounded especially amazing. AND fun fact, Matt Berninger was there and watched the entire show from the left side of the stage! My indie dad Matty B supporting his homies!! I also got a setlist after the show ended, which was exciting even though of course it’s literally just a list of planets and in the exact same order as the record lmao. But it’s my first Sufjan-related setlist and I will cherish it forever.

So we got back to Anna L’s house I think around midnight that night and by then I had been awake for like 21 hours so I was exhausted and basically passed out as soon as I could. Next day was the START OF FYF and Anna A/Kylie/Chris and I decided that we wanted to go for Bjork rail, since she was the first act on the main stage on Friday and there weren’t really any other bands playing before her elsewhere that we were dying to see. Before we went to the festival Anna A and I hung out with her friend Jen who was great, we got boba and then went downtown to The Last Bookstore, which was bomb, and had lunch at Grand Central Market. Got to the festival about half an hour before the gates opened, made it through the long ass queue, and went immediately to the main stage where we got basically center-right just behind the rail!! For fucking Bjork!!! Commence freaking out for the next three hours. Chris and Kylie showed up later right behind us and it was such a fun and easy queueing experience for me, everyone around us was super chill and everyone was so hype to see Bjork that we pretty much just looked out for each other and bonded over our mutual fandom. Anna and I had intended to see Bjork together in NYC back in 2015 but it got cancelled so this was a LONG TIME COMING and I’m so glad that we were able to make it happen.

So Bjork was the first set of my whole festival weekend and honestly it was one of the best performances I’ve ever seen?? SHE WAS AMAZING and I knew I was gonna be emotional but I wasn’t fucking prepared for how surreal and incredible it felt to hear THAT VOICE in person and to be that close to her while it happened. Unreal. She had Arca with her as her DJ and a whole string ensemble, and she came out wearing a glow in the dark lime green headdress mask thing and a huge puffy dress that made her look like a beautiful pinata. Everything about it was fucking perfect; she did at least one song from every record except Vespertine. Multiples from Vulnicura/Homogenic/Post, Come to Me, Mouth’s Cradle, Wanderlust, Mutual Core. Fucking awesome. Favorites for me were probably Joga (CRIED), Mouth’s Cradle (fuckin bomb arrangement and a huge surprise), Isobel & Bachelorette (two of my all time faves), Notget and Hyperballad which had LITERAL FIREWORKS AND FIREBALLS going off onstage behind her?? What the fuck?? Amazing. And it was the most fun and loving group of people on the rail I’ve ever been part of; everyone around me was so genuinely excited and emotional and singing along and I could FEEL THE LOVE.

So that was an amazing start to the festival obviously and after Bjork we met up with Anna L and went straight to go see Anderson Paak who I missed BOTH TIMES he was here in Portland last year because I’m an idiot, and WOW he is so great live!! I’m actively offended that he is not my boyfriend tbh, he has the most beautiful and infectious smile I’ve ever seen on a human being. Big ol dance party up in the lawn stage. After that we went back to the main stage to watch Missy Elliott for a while and that was a lot of fun; found out after the fact that Bjork and fucking BEYONCE were watching off stage, so like, now I can say I have been in the presence of Beyonce. Went to Flying Lotus early which was the last set of the night to get a good view, with our sweet Flylo-branded 3D glasses obv. Flylo was amazing as always and the 3D show was awesome, I hope he takes it on the road cause that shit was fire. I’m also really into the mystical shaman look he seems to be cultivating lately lmao, and he looks cute as hell with the longer hair!! One of the biggest highlights of the whole weekend for me was when he started the Captain Murphy stuff, got one verse through The Killing Joke, and then was like “you know what fuck this I changed my mind, I want to do this song cause I never get the chance to do it” and fucking busted out with COSPLAY, which is only my favorite Captain Murphy track ever!!! I wasn’t expecting it cause it’s pretty obscure even for the Captain Murphy stuff and I lost my goddamn mind it was so much fun. (Gotta say though that the longer he keeps riding out Murphy tracks from 2012 at his live shows, the more egregious it is that he still hasn’t fuckin dropped a Murphy album or any substantial Murphy release since then. Come on bro. I’ve been waiting 5 years) ANYWAY so that was great of course. Day One = big success.

Day Two! Before we went to the festival that day we met up and had lunch with Anna L’s bf Jesus, who had a Saturday/Sunday festival pass and is a lovely man with great taste in music and cat photos and baseball caps. First set of the day for me was Thundercat and it was my SIXTH time seeing him live, which is hilarious (gonna be 7 times in September.) One of the first things he said to the crowd after getting on stage was “you guys look like you smell weird,” which was accurate. Obviously he’s always great live and I loved getting to hear more of the Drunk songs since the last time I saw him. He’s also rocking some pretty sweet neon pink dreads right now. Caught the end of Noname’s set with Anna A and Chris afterwards and really enjoyed it! I want to check out her album now cause she was great. Grabbed some food and then the whole crew met up together again to see Perfume Genius – GORGEOUS. I’d never seen him live before and he’s so captivating to watch. His performance of Slip Away to close the set was one of my favorites of the whole weekend.

After that I ended up splitting up with everyone, watched some of Arca’s set but ended up leaving to go hang out on the lawn before Erykah Badu because my feet were killing me and I really needed to sit down and recharge. Erykah was supposed to go on at 9:50; cut to 10:15 and she still hasn’t gone on and I was already planning on cutting out of her set at 10:30 to try and snag a semi decent spot for Frank Ocean, so I said fuck it and bailed to go do that. BUMMED I DIDN’T GET TO SEE HER TBH I was really looking forward to it. But it’s kinda good that I left sooner rather than later because the main stage was already pretty packed by 10:30 for Frank. I got an okay spot to the right of the stage probably about 10+ rows back from his platform catwalk thing, and it was easily the most crowded audience I was in all weekend. Talk about being packed like sardines it was madness, if I had showed up like 10 minutes later than I did I would have had an absolutely shit view.

So like…..FRANK FUCKING OCEAN. Never ever thought the day would come that I’d see him live, and the whole experience was so incredibly special to me. I DEFINITELY cried buckets when he sang Lens, which has weirdly become one of my all time favorite tracks in the last few months, and Ivy really really got to me out of nowhere too. Literally everyone around me within earshot sang along to every single word of every song and it was amazing. He played an unreleased cover of some old school funk track that was absolute straight fucking fire, me and the girl next to me danced our asses off together. That shit better get an official release on his radio show like he said he was planning!! Also Brad Pitt was on stage at one point and that was HILARIOUS tbh I wish I had gotten any sort of video of that myself, but the way the wasted dude behind me shouted “WHAT THE FUUUCK” when he popped up on screen will remain fresh in my memory forever. The whole show was gorgeous and I just LOVE FRANK OCEAN!!! I want him to tour so bad so I can actually plan out a scenario where I can get rail for his show and have a better view.

Aaaand Day Three. Got to the festival kinda lateish because the first act the Ann- Squad wanted to see wasn’t till after 6 (Little Dragon), so once we got there we took some photos and wandered around a bit, met back up with Chris and Kylie and took these majestic photobooth pictures, and then Anna A and I went to Little Dragon early for a good spot. I had never seen them before and it was a blast, just a total dance party. They mostly played stuff from Season High which was fine by me cause that album fuckin bangs. Then mood whiplash when we went straight from Little Dragon to Moses Sumney lmao. We got to Moses’ set right when he started our mutual fave Lonely World, serendipitous tbh!! He is beautiful and I loooove the lighting setup he’s got going for his show, it felt really unique to me among the loud dancey festival fare.

After that we went back to the main stage for Solange, which was great; I’m not as familiar with her music as I could be tbh but I really enjoyed how conceptual and dance-oriented her show was. At one point a whole massive brass section streamed in out of nowhere just for one song and it was fuckin awesome. Towards the end of Solange’s set Kylie texted me to say that if we hurried there was still a little bit of rail space left for Run the Jewels in fifteen minutes, to which we were immediately like UHH YES WTF and hustled our way the fuck over – made it in time, got just behind the rail for motherfucking Run the Jewels right before they went on somehow, *Killer Mike voice* goddammit it’s a motherfucking miracle. Give Kylie 5000 gold medals tbh. And RTJ ended up being probably my favorite non-headlining set of the weekend, SO MUCH FUN. The crowd was fucking nuts, everyone around me was going stupidly hard, and I discovered that I know pretty much every word of RTJ3 lmao. The only thing that could have made it more perfect would have been if they’d done Panther Like A Panther, WHICH THEY DIDN’T and was greatly missed by me. But it was amazing. I’m kind of in love with El-P’s ridiculous ass tbh.

Last show of the weekend – Nine Inch Nails!! Who I love!!!!! And hadn’t seen live in almost four years!!!!!! I’m always fucking trash for Nine Inch Nails honestly, their live shows just turn me into a raging dancing idiot and this was no exception. ‘Wish’ will always be one of my favorite songs to hear live from any band ever. Also got to hear Something I Can Never Have and Reptile for the first time ever for me which was awesome!! Bold move of Trent to throw in Something I Can Never Have as the fourth song in a festival set but I was loving it. Like I said yesterday I randomly lost my fucking mind to The Hand That Feeds lmao, I was actually jumping around like a moron. The newer songs were great too, Field On Fire FUCKING BANGS live holy shit. Basically it was just so great to cap off the weekend with band that I’ve loved for ten years and are always fucking immaculate live. And then when it was all over I got chicken strips and fries and walked out of the festival with the fam eating my delicious food. Perfection.

So that was my weekend and I honestly could not have dreamed of having a better time. I’m so so glad that I was able to do this, see some of my favorite bands with an awesome group of people who love music just as much as I do, get out of town and clear my head, and find some healing at a time when I really needed it. I feel very lucky.

[geminimdma-blog]

That one time @CrushAZ2k16

TLDR; Attended a rave on three tabs of a research chemical that had some crazy effects compared to real Lsd. The adderall accelerated the comeup, and the molly caused me to feel a lot more vibes and energy than I knew even existed. I ended up being escorted to an ambulance where, as jumpman was played through the radio, I was tranquilized and strapped down, thus removing me from the rave and into a hospital. During the hospital encounter I had some awesome hallucinations that were quite honestly life-changing but when I woke up I was very angry that I wasn’t at a rave. The end.

For starts, I was an 18 yo male at the time with a bit of experience with psychedelics. A year before this I had my first roll at a rave and a few other rolls that followed as well. Mdma is my fav. Lsd however showed me some darker corners of my imagination that I don’t necessarily like seeing. Fuck research chemicals btw. Those dumb things cause me to loose my shit apparently. The first trip I ever had wasn’t too long after my first roll in the spring of 2015. Mind you, it was also a few weeks after suffering from a severe fracture to the skull playing a bit of smash-mouth Rugby. Fuckn luv that sport m8.

Anyhow, later that fall I had made quite the connection to some really pure mdma and lsd as well, so I was able to have some much better suited experiences at some dope concerts I attended.(That pure lsd hookup eventually moved, so I had to resort to some dumbass highschooler selling some other shit he had no idea about)

Btw I love Edm. #mellogang

So skipping to the day of my “crushing” experience I had been anticipating this night for a long time. Seeing that it was the middle of february and I hadn't been raving since NYE i was really excited to get back into another event. Quite frankly after my previous psychedelic encounters I was ready to see some shit. At the time I felt like I was only scratching the surface of this unforscene world that is my imagination. Boy lemme tell ya, this trip was quite the wake-up call to what the mind really has to offer us.

Getting to the come-up I pre gamed a bit with some homies playing some casual BP and having a couple brews. (Mabey alcohol isn't a good mix with this stuff? Haha fuck it!)

During the car-ride to the event we all popd the mollys. It was supposed to be synchronized but my tabs had been in my mouth for an hour at that point. I was ready to get this candyflip started and my dudes were taking forever.

(All three inserted at once, yes they were bitter, but I ain’t no quitter [This may or may not have fucked me over])

By the time we were close enough to the event my group and I attempted the synchronized pop for the mollys(not that it mattered) and I ofc dropped it early and fucked it up for them haha

Getting into the parking lot we decided to elect someone as the group banana. We had a banana suit, yes, and naturally I was best suited to be the banana. I wore that shit like a champ.

Getting into line, I realized I forgot my drawstring bag, this could be considered the point I start to loose my shit. I had to make two separate trips back and forth to our car because apparently I didn't have all my shit together. First it was the whole bag, then it was the entry ticket.

I finally get into the event and that's when the effects start to kick in. The adderall had also been taken around the same time as the 100mg of mdma so my body was having a wonderful time trying to process the multitude of psychoactives that were all still in their come-up. Walking through the grass lawn trying to get to the stage I started feeling a really heavy burden in my stomach. As if my body wasn’t ready for the load it was carrying i kept bending over into trash-cans that I saw and couldn’t stop feeling like I was gonna throw it all up. Never threw up, and fortunately enough that vibe didn’t last and my crew brought me inside to the main stage where the rave was taking place.

Genius crew btw, they take a motherfucker dressed up as a banana about to trip balls straight into the middle of the goddamn crowd of this big ass rave. and what do ya know, my shit starts kicking in with the power of a freight train driving through a nitroglycerin plant. (If you get that reference I LOVE YOU) Think of this part as a very accelerated come-up for the mdma and RC’s together, the candy-flip was definitely happening. I was dancing, moshing, having a fuckn blast. Tripping the fuck out i was also waving my arms into other people's space tagging them without knowing, I really felt bad about that after I realized what I was doing.

This was the fun part, we start moshing and dancing, headbanging our brains into eternity and really feeling the music. Also the effects definitely started to kick in for me at a much faster rate than anticipated. My body temperature was definitely rising and I was seriously exhausting myself quite quickly. Hydration was also an issue.. Never go to a rave without a camelback. That is fucking rave law. You will fuck yourself over sooooo hard if you don’t stay hydrated throughout a roll or any other experience that requires energy for you to continue going.

Looking around I was seeing layers of the atmosphere as if there were different phases of existence I could walk through. If thought patterns and vibrations are actually real, I was able to see those strange lines and geoglyphs crystal clear. At that point my senses were in a tangle, especially since the mdma was sluggishly making things almost too fun to handle. The roll had been engaged at this point too.

I was looking at the animations and stage-craft at one point and I kid you not, it was literally growing, not like a slow poke flower or anything. I seriously saw the stage expanding and as the music progressively got more intense, at the same rhythm of the songs that were being played. That stage was becoming a fucking entity, and my hallucinogenic-state-of-mind was telling me that it was a “vibe-war”.  As if to say the totems, props hanging from the ceiling, and everything else there was vibrating off of each other and exchanging energy. And I was witnessing that exchange between EVERYTHING. Now this is where I lose my shit, I was dancing really really fucking hard and I eventually danced my pants off. Literally. There was a moment where my shorts that I was wearing were around my ankles and I had a complete boner expanding through the compressions I was wearing. If there was one banana that didn’t give a fuck, it was definitely yours truly.

I got to see fucking sound. Sound has got to be the most beautiful thing in existence, because not only are you automatically able to hear it as a human, but seeing the movement of music as it traveled amongst the headliners of a crowd of ravers had to be one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. Imagine it as a wave from the ocean, except that wave is colorful, fluid, and transparent. Sound was going through everything. It was bouncing from head to head, totem to totem, body to body, wall to wall. The sounds of this rave became the rave, and my mind was only able to grasp it as it was. It was fucking beautiful lemme tell ya. That my friends, is sound.

The vibration and drum of the bass and electronic fuzz’s, wuzz’s, and wips and snares were really having their way with me. My mind reached a point where it just couldn’t keep up with everything. Trying to fathom the rave and looking at totems that I could relate to(especially one with stewie from family guy trying to sell his shirt for a grilled cheese)[That was a beautiful totem btw] was really becoming a struggle. I literally started to get bored with reality. My mind was starting its journey into a deeper and darker corner of existence. Things started to get fuzzy. My imagination was urging me to let it become reality, and what do ya know, I gave into the experience. I sort of stopped giving a fuck about what was happening in the outside world and went onto this expedition of my soul. And that was only the beginning. I decided at one point to remove the banana suit, that could essentially be considered my game over in a sense, however I would have just put it back on if it wasn’t such a heavy trip. Removing that banana suit for me was a figurative gesture of my trip, as if to remove the condom to my soul allowing my energy to just splooge into the entire environment. No I was not a bomb, but for a minute during my trip I definitely thought my energy was condensed beneath that suit and when I removed it ya may as well consider it a splooge. Weird, but non-existent. It literally had no affect to reality, but in my mind I thought I did some dope shit. Who knows.

After my friends noticed me continuously dancing with my pants around my ankles they definitely knew I was tripping out harder than I could control. The boner may have given it away..

My buddies helped me out by giving me a major wedgie from the rear literally lifting me into the air by pulling my pants back on. I was seriously in such a heavy trip at this point that not only did I consider that a new phase of existence, but I couldn't even button up my own fucking pants.

One of my crew at the time helped me out by escorting me to a grass area. This is where i definitely went down hill. Its honestly tough to think about this part because of how lame it got from this point on. I literally stopped considering reality real and felt as if that my trip mattered more than anything in the universe. Not only was I still dancing around and waving my hands at this point vibing the fuck out but I was even being confronted by old classmates from high school I didn’t even recognize because I was too deep within my own spirit to consider them relevant or even real. At this point my actions were a direct result of what I was experiencing in my mind. My mind was literally absorbing the environment and relating EVERYTHING to my own life. That rave was me. That scene was real because of my energy and that energy was so pure and so positive that if there was ever a party to be considered a party, it would be complete SHIT without my presence and vibes. That’s how selfish my hallucinations and thoughts became. For a moment while i was sitting in the grass, I had actually thought that I turned into an engine that provided the rave with positive energy that people could feed off of if they made connections with me.  Everything that I thought I knew became this weird sense of reality that caused me to think I was a GOD. Eventually ground control found my trippy ass fuckn around in the dirt with my friend who had no idea what to do with me. They tried to calm my shit down but my mind was more or less doing circles around these people. The addy molly and three tabs were in their full effect. I was gooooone. Like, reality was meaningless at that point. Whatever happened was happening because it was happening. They had no idea how to approach me. It was as if I was dumber than a fifth grader. From this point my mind had taken me to a place where I had a bird's eye view of my entire life. From the point i was born and to the present moment. Don’t get me wrong, none of us can remember what the moment of our birth was like because of how underdeveloped our brains were at the time, but my mind was racing so fast that I was having memories return to me from when I was in elementary school. I was watching a slide-show of events and memories of my life that had a lot to do with that moment and more so of recent events. I didn’t even realise it, but there was a group of about 4 EMT gentlemen escorting me to an ambulance. I don’t really have many details of this period of time since time became an essence, and not a feeling in that memory. But I apparently had a very difficult time being strapped into the chair where they were gonna tranquilize me. There were multiple attempts on their part to inject me with an IV and by the time I was strapped in I was definitely feeling a bad sense of urgency to get back to reality. That was out of the question though. There was no going back to the rave for the banana who took off it’s peel. The ambulance had already engulfed me, and Jumpman was blasting in the cabin. That was my only sense of pleasure at that point, hearing Drake and Future through the radio was actually calming me down. And the tranquilizer hit around that moment too so there was no question about it that I was done raving for the night. FML.

The hallucinating continued however, except it took on a more nightmarish nature once the opiates of the benzos mixed in with my already rolling face took me into a different perspective of my imagination. The ambulance ride was more or less a hallucination that I was aboard a submarine. That was weird. Then once we got to the hospital itself I couldn’t stop seeing my soul. It was like a transparent ball of life that my mind was seeing as a sphere of water, except the water had a darkness within it like a corruption of the soul. It moved and breathed as if it was representative of all of the negative things I’ve done in life. Now that I’m actually typing a trip report on these events I’m very concerned for the well-being of our planet. What we consider to be good/bad in life is completely perspective and opinion.. Being able to dive that deep into my imagination was something that changes people's lives. I for one found it as an inspiration. Whatever the negativity in my soul represented is only something that society would consider evil. I hardly remember anything else from the events of the hospital since I was knocked out not too long after they checked me into ICu, but the lessons I learned because of that experience are something that I will surely take with me for the rest of my life. Quite frankly, I have a greater sense of respect for the things that people within the medical field put up with and do for safety of our future. That adderall and molly would have done some serious damage to me if they hadn’t taken me into the hospital, and some people even were speculating that I was going to overdose because of that experience and maybe even die. Honestly though, waking up at 3am asking if i could be taken back to the rave was really a buzz-kill. My friend brought back my gear and other items that were left at the time when I was removed from the rave. Then the best thing happened to me. I checked my pocket to find a still-full baggie of mollys and couple tabs of acid. Nobody had fucked with it or thrown it out. I immediately put that shit back in my pocket and continued my journey onto the next rave.

If there’s a lesson to be learned from me, it's hydration. I would not have lost control if I had my camelback had been with me and full of water. My honest theory is that my body was overheating at a rate that wasn’t being compensated for with the use of water. H20 is our friend you guys. And there’s only so much of it on this planet that is safe to drink. Take care of your water, and don’t waste it. Countries go to fucking war over that shit. People die because of the lack of water in some nations of our planet. Water is the best thing in our fucking cosmos right now, it is the job of every human being to have a sense of respect for such a beautiful thing like water. And other than mars and a few other moons in our solar system, I don’t think there’s a whole heck of a lot of water near our planet in case we run this shit dry....Don’t waste that shit. Don’t spit in that shit, don’t piss in that shit unless it's a goddamn urinal. And please, for the love of god and his almighty domain we inhabit, SHARE that fucking shit!!!!!!!! I love all of you who have the courage and focus to read all of what I’ve just posted. I apologize if some of this doesn’t make sense. Psychedelics usually don’t make much sense anyways because of how different people are. Individualism is real whether we like it or not. Lsd and other research chemicals have completely different effects on each and every individual soul in existence. The things I experienced are not something to go out and obtain for yourself. This was merely an event that took place in my life that I have decided to share with you for the common sharing of knowledge and experience. Don’t drop 3 tabs of acid, a molly, and an adderall. Subtract the adderall from this equation and I guarantee you I would have had a much different experience. My heart rate was fucked all night because of that amphetamine. The things I was being forced to see within myself were not at all entertaining or pleasant in my sober opinion right now. Mdma is all you need. Please heed my warning about mixing substances with research chemicals such as 25i-nbome. That was not pure lsd I took that night, and an estimate of 200ug of that shit is more than enough to cause some dangerous neurotoxic effects to our minds. The brain is a very powerful tool in our existence and is constantly firing millions of neurons without you even controlling it. Respect your mind. Respect your body, and respect the world in which you inhabit. Go make a difference, and give back to your reality somehow. Each and every one of us has a certain array of talents and skillsets that are unique to our character as we have developed over the course of our lives. And if you think you can just freeload off of this godly existence we all share in, your wrong. If you haven’t discovered the meaning of PLUR. You have much to learn in these cosmos you inhabit. Don’t take these words for granted. The shit that you experience in life will only lead you on the track of life that you choose to create. We all make our decisions. Yet in the end, our decisions make us. Live life in the moments that still exist and enjoy them for the respective value they contain. Peace. Love. Unity. Respect. That's all you fucking need to get along with any goddamn soul in existence. I love you, now go spread some more of that love, the world is in short supply as of lately. AND DON’T FORGET TO FUCKING HYDRATE YOU FILTHY ANIMALS. The end. 0

[kavoncortez-jones]

“the Essence Of Cool”

Audio: https://soundcloud.com/kavon-cortez-jones/the-essence-of-cooleffects-by-therese-goode

“I drink to make other people more interesting..” -Ernest Hemingway

A bike ride from Harambee-Riverwest to Bay View's South Shore Terrace  I got a little bit lost at first in a maze of streets named after states

Oklahoma, Texas, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Ohio, What the HELL?

 the homes got bigger and fancier as my mountain wheels gripped the gritty concrete

A relief fell swoon over me as I got to South Superior Street

 the Lake Michigan wind covered me in a cathartic blanket when I finally pulled up

I could instantly feel the perspiration dry off my morning sky blue

 Connect 53212 shirt

Downtown Milwaukee was perfectly panned out under pink and purple stripes

 cirrostratus clouds came to life as the sun bled through them slowly going down

A marina of motorboats were dotted on the blue

 the terrace were rows of park tables boxed in tall concrete walls painted peach

   with a celestial roof

    We sat near a controlled bonfire of charcoals right in the middle

 We meant my writing acquaintances, Mary, a hippie-headed Marquette graduate

   and Cris, a corny middle school Spanish teacher

They came over from the beer garden, glass jugs of gold by the mighty grip

 with a Milwaukee County Parks logo on them, an orange slice sailed on top

We usually meet at Fountain Tiki Bar in Riverwest, but winter ice around the moon

 cracked and melted away to a new season

    Mary picked a perfect June afternoon, because the weather was a cold sip of PBR

 a cool crunchy bite off of succulent watermelon slice

   the amicable anesthetics disembodied all my anxieties

We sat for some time as our ink pens throbbed, but notebooks closed

 conversed about how this week has gone so far

   How this park scenery has enveloped us in a realm of comfort

Theme was Essence of Cool--first topic, What does cool mean to you?, Mary proposed

 No timer this time since it was us three

the flames behind us fanged out and plastered our backs with warmth

 A lake zephyr blew at the same time reminded us to stay balanced

Our pen tips erected words on the lined pages until we called ourselves done

 until we could no longer cum for the moment

Second topic, List all the definitions of cool, cold or whatever she said....

I wrote: Andre 3000 cool, Red Kool-Aid frozen in the top fridge overnight cool

              A Lupe Fiasco metaphor cool, Lake Michigan cool, Wisconsin winter cool

                dress shoes with a jogging suit cool...

                                          ...Speaking of cool....

A guy straight out of a Woodstock Mary called Robbie Love soon sat with us

 He wore striped pajama pants, Led Zeppelin T-shirt, and John Lennon monocles

   long dirty blonde hair made him bare resemblance to the slain rock star

    He drove from Madison to write with us, but would not have a chance

 We began to talk about miscellaneous things from hometown to

   love life writing prompts became an after thought

I mentioned going to see my homies D'amato and Lorde Fred33 open up

 for Detroit Hip-Hop artist, Black Milk at Cactus Club afterwards

I was pretty confident it was seven bucks at the door

 Cris looked up the event on his phone and it was ten dollars for online tickets

   but twelve at the door—online ticket sells already closed at NOON...WHAT?!

It was a scramble all of sudden to get money for cover

 I remember his cell phone clock read 8:47 when we paced ourselves heading to

   a nearby Walgreens closing at nine

Three minutes to finish our drinks, five minutes to get there in Robbie's car

 and get a cash back...or something like that...

   Didn't really matter 'cause we procrastinated and never went, Tahahaha

Our Wisconsin instinct kicked in and remembered we needed booze, DUHHHH!

 We hopped in Robbie's blue Camry and was OFF!

Bay View Quick Mart was closed,UGHH!...

 but Siegal's Liquor just a block away up Kinnickinnic was STILL OPEN...YESSS!

Cris with his long hairy ass legs immediately departed shotgun and RAN OUT!

 We couldn't help but laugh at his corniness in full bloom

   A fubsy fella was right behind him in the same predicament

After I got cash back from Pick 'N Save, we soon found ourselves on the front

 porch of Mary's Bay View home getting drunk and high with the crickets-n-fireflies

   A quaint street of still-life cars airbrushed black by the ambient nightfall

What a quiet block it was as moonlight made the lukewarm cans of Redd's Apple Orchard

 and plastic cups of Brandy taste more nectarous and appreciable

How inhales of ganja gas off the weed pipe levitated me up into Buddha's tree house

 How I didn't want this moment to end, but of course had too

   It was nearly ten and the show was to begin

I biked nearly seven miles to get away from my Riverwest folks, but there they

 were packed inside Cactus Club drinkin'-dancin'-enjoyin' themselves

A carousal of stewed vocalizations stirred and spilled through the doors,

 past the bar and into the performance space

I found out from Heaton, D'amato and his trillion piece band already performed!

 They actually started a show ON TIME?! WHAT?!

   No worries because Lorde Fredd33 was up next and he never disappoints

He rocked the stage with Chris G's percussive thunder behind him

 Bo Triplex with the BOOM BANG POW on bass

   Q the Sun on electric keys and the audience's enthusiastic responses to his calls...    

                                 BLOW! BLOW BLOW!

the dread-locked Wiz Khalifa doppelganger left off stage shirtless

 with his muscular stature of tattoos covered in sweat

Black Milk and his amazing all Black band, Nat Turner-The Rebellion

 proved why white milk is overrated and WHACK!

He held the microphone up tight to his mouth like a classic MC

 fed the hungry audience songs full of lyrical Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs

      It went well with the Crispin hard cider on tap Mary bought me

We soon were full, yawning, and ready to get the HELL up out of there!

 Mary, Cris, and I found ourselves back at the park passed midnight

   Robbie rolled off in what he calls his 'blue ribbon metallic'

We traipsed on to the moonlit dock, tossed our sight over the metal rails to take

 a closer look at the simmering water and white boulders ashore

We gloriously basked back in mist of a classic Creme City night

 somewhat shit-faced but feeling SOOOO GOODAH!

Cris and I cycled home over Lake Michigan's blue above the clouds

 the insomniac wind howled and doors to Buddha's tree house were still WIDE open

  I lethargically entered...

                                    and fell asleep...

                                                             the essence of cool-

                                                            Peace

Written: 6/26/2016-7/2/2016, age 21

     Special Thanks to Robbie Love, Cris Casey, Mary Hacker & Drunk Writers