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theuniverseawakens347 · 6 months ago

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Trying to make it seem like Howard was responsible for gilbreana death .. I literally get off on her picture being hung up in the house and sent pornography to the White House off his computer from the robbery may 21 to not be caught for UR WHOLE WILLING PART IN HER MURDER.

And ur switched ur computer w Howard’s computer ..

Then wiped his and took it for ur own .. WHILE U WENT TO THE CABIN THATS WILD LEE

Meh came back to HIS LAPTOP MISSING OFF HIS DESK … but REALLY ITS UR LAPTOP THE FUCKING APPLE ID DOESNT EVEN MATCH HIS RECEIPT FOR THE COMPUTER YAL BOUGHT ME ..AND MINE WASNT WVEN IN THE HOUSE AT THE TIME I WAS AT AVA AND MINE GOT NIGGAS IS GODS ( incriminating) WEED STICKERS ALL OVER IT LEE

And I replaced my COVER ABD ATILL GOT WEED STICKERS ON MINE ..

U GIYS GOT THE SMOOTH GREY ONES BUT LIKE AGAIN .. APPLE ID LEE .. u really don’t know how to work a computer or

U paid Alissa AND FRIENDS OF IAN TO LITERALLY “HACK IT” WILLINGLY GAVE PASSWORD AND SEND NUDES FROM HOWARDS EMAIL ..

HE SIGNED IN ONCE AND LEFT IT OPEN ..

BITXH U SENT THE NUDES UR SELF THEN HAD MOFO STEAL THE COMPUTER TO “HIDE THE EVIDENCE “ and then tell Ian to take Howard’s safe of guns and go committ a murder which h4_eazy “did” and GOT CAUGHT W REGISTERED GUNS N HOWARDS NAME N CHRIS TRIED TO SAY HOWARD KILLED ALEXIS … CAUSE THAT CASE WAS BEING REOPENED

All this was being reopened ON MY FAMILY CAUSE IT LITERALLY GOES RIGHT BACK TO U ALISSA SAYING SHE DIDNT KNOW ..BITCH I SEEN LEXI FACE WE LOOK LIKE TWINS YEAH IT WAS BEFORE WE MET AND CHRIS U BEEN FUCKIN KNEW MY NIGGA WE WENT TO 54 th together no wonder Myron played stupid when Lauryn Reese brought me around

ALL. YALL NIGGAS BEEN AFTER ME N MY FAMILY ON BEHALF OF LEE ARLVICTORIALONGTON FAMILY SINCE THE BEGINNING TIME LEE ANTI MASONS VS MANSON ( MY FAMILY IN THE-SKY )

GIRL BYE LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR. EVERY FRIEND IVE HAD AROUND ME KNEW U ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND WAS PAID OFF OR THREATEN TO HIDE MY TRUTH U BEEEEEN ALWAYS KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP W ME OR ELSE U WEIRDO BITCHES WOULDNT HAVE WORKED SO HARD. NO MATTER HOW I SAY IT YAL BIGGAS KNOW IT ALWAYS TURNS ME U OBVIOUS THE FUCK LY KNOWING IM GOD AND UR SATAN AS FUCK.

Chris UR A DICK HEAD WILLINGLY KILLING ALEXIS AND PASSING CHILD PORN TO PUT ON HOWARD NUGENT CAUSE LEE SAID YAL WOULD GET OUT DUE TO LEGAL BACKING .. what bitch, KILLING ME!?

HOW U GON KILL ME WHEN U KNOW IM ETERNAL AND U SHOWED ME LAW ABIDING CITIZEN MY TRUTH.

But you REAL LIFE DIDNT WANT DIE ALONE. SO UR HOLDING HOWARD HOSTAGE WHO UNALSO KNW IS ONE OF MINE .. AND THEN ROOED THE KIDS INTO IT INCASE HE LEAVES U

He real life like bomb protection squad rn and I’m real life hostage til I SAID ALL THIS CAUSE U TOOK BITCH MADE TO SPEAK UP DAWG HOE. THATS SAD. ALL THAT CRIME BUT U CANT PUT YO FUCKING CHEST OUT AND TAKE THE TIME .. THEN WHY FUCKING DO IT ..

Trying to claim insanity card THATS WHY U HAD THE KIDS DO ALL THIS CAUSE UR REAL LIFE EMBARRASSED THAT THUS IS LEGIT U AS A PERSON NATURALLY AS I STARED ON THE BLOG AND AT 11 when I said I hated u for some fucking reason .. BITCH I MEAN 🤯 WHAT LEE U COULDNT SAY “CASH UR GAWD IM THE DEVIL”

UR AFRAID OF DEATH BUT URSELF IN A FEDERAL FUCKING CASE AND ROPED IDIOT KIDS INTO SO U COULD FEEL SMARTER THAN SOMEONE .. Therese turned .. FAMILY PAID OFF BY HOWARD TO MAKE RIGHT TURN THEMSELVES IN ADMIT TO ME AND THEN I PAY THEM OFF TO NOT DONIT .. NATIONAL TERRORIST DID THE SAME TO FRIENDS BUT U WANA OPEN AN HARASSMENT CASE ON ME .. MY NIGGA U CANT BE FOR REAL ..HAVE U BEEN MEDICATED THIS WHOLE TIKE FOR A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AINT TELL NO ONE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN STOP TAKING MEDS CAUSE I SAID WHATEVER U GAVE ME AT THE PSYCHWARD GOES RIGHT BACK TO U???

Girl .. BUT IM MENTALLY UNstaBLE?

EVEN WHEN KNOWING THE SHIT WAS AWFUL FOR ME I STILL TOOK IT ALL OF IT WVEN AT ST FRANCIS.

My nigga take it to the chin WTF U DO THIS FOR.

U put me in psych wards cause that was a projection of ur own truth like trying to sell a fucking pound of OH SO CLEARLY SHIT WEED.

My nigga I really been living 21 YEARS W A PSYCHO WHO PUT ME IN HER CARE AFTER EVERY FUCKING THING IVE GONE THRU BEFORE THE “adoption”

LIKE THIS REAL LIFE CANT BE FUCKING FOR REAL .. YAL SAID “oh I go on psych meds ( AT DUMB ASS FUCK NICKI) and we’ll give cashay to you” AFTER SHE MURDERED MY LITTLE SIATWR COUSIN GILBREANA

And then before my 16th and Lexi 15th she planned to have Tyler Ian Alissa WILLING SICK BITCH and CHRIS WILLING BUT GON LIE INWAS IN A ROUGH PLACE W ALEX MADE ME DO IT TRYING TO PROVE MYSELF U STILL HAD A CHOICE. U CHOSE STREET LIFE MY NIGGA TF U JOIN THE GANG IF U CANT HANG PUNK BITCH ..like DAQUAN TRYSHA WILLING FOR SOME ALIEN BLOOD OR MY FUCKING MONEY.. THAT BITCH PUT A BOUNTTY ON MY HEAD. NICKI AND U WILLINGLY TURNED ME OVER TO HER

Askari TELEPATHIC BITCH U BEEN LYING TO HIM FOR A MINUTE THAT NIGGA BEEEEEEN STEPPING IN BEHIND THE SCENES ON THE BACK END .. UR WORK FALLING THRU CAUSE THAT NIGGA LOOOKING OUT FOR ME HOWARD TOO

But you REALLY LET IT get to some crazy ass level of extortion Lee .. KILL ME N U WIN THE GAME OF LIFE AND GET ETERNITY INTO THE NEXT LEVEL ..yal niggas that stupid??? THATS WILD

So basically 1. U KNEW

2. I TRIED TO ASSASSINATE GOD ..I thought you satanic fucks READ THE BIBLE??

DONT U KNOW SATAN “TAKING OVER” WAS A TRICK TO PROVE U ARE LITTERALY FUCKING VILE DIGUSTING BEINGS.

I really think u gon out rank THE CREATOR OF ALL OF SPACE.

I’m 4 quadrillion years old and literal fucking projecting of the universe IN HUMAN FORM.

A Simulation. I DIE WE ALL DIE. AGAIN WORLD WIDE GENOCIDE LEE.

Start the “game of life” ALL OVER .. I CHOOSE WHEN WE COME BACK AND GUESS WHAT 5 major resets U THOUGHT I WAS DUMB ENOUGH EVEN MEDICATED AS FUCK THE WAY U DID ME I WAS JUST GOING TO HAVE IT BE LIKE ALL THE ORHER TIKES??

U KNOW HOW LONG U ALONE BEEN DOING THIS DUMB SHIT IN A DIFFERENT BODY SUIT CHARLES LITERALLY FUCKING MANSON.

Nicki .. Marlyn Manson. Like wtf yal.

WHY WOULD I REPEAT THE SAME THING AND EXPECT A NEW OUTCOME..UR INSANE NOT ME ALSO GOD OVERSEES ALL BEFORE IT HAPPENS ONLY ME AND RIGHTFUL FAMILY CAN SEE THE FUTURE ..but it’s like at what point do YOU STOP AND MAKE BETTER FUCKING CHOICES.

Yal CLEARLY ARE REAL LIFE ILL INTENT PEOPLE. MALCOM INCLUDED. TRYING TO PUT IT ON ASKARI. .. nigga no.

Generational curses in a weird fucking way.

THIS IS WILD LEE AND NICKI RING LEADERS TO THE ANTI MASONS KILLING AND LIVING OFF MY FAMILY.

HOWARD AND ASKARI THE OTHER SIDE FIGHTING PROTECTING AND LOOKING OUT.

Lee u BEEEN GOT NEWS OF THIS BEING FEDERAL AND AINT TOLD NO ONE. HOWARD AND ASKARI WENT BEHIND UR BACK AND MADE RIFHT TO THISE INNOCENT AND ROPED INTO UR MIS GUIDEDNESS LIKE THERESE W RIVER / Patrick ( sorry) and JEAN w Bonnie/ forest .. U MANAGE TO TRY N PUT THAT ON ME CAUSE U STRUGFLE W GENDER AND EQUALITY AND U HATE GAYS U HATE ANYTHING THAT ISNT WHITE OR SLAVERY.

Literally what I put on the blog about in 2020 was VERY REAL AND MY BRAIN REAWAKENING OUT SHADOW MODE AND I TOLD U IN A 10 PAGE LETTER I FOUND MY FOREVER PERSON TRISTAN ❤️❤️ and U DECIDED NAW KILL THE WHOLE WORLD.

I made myself, bae and A WHOLE LOT MORE OF ME .. like be so fucking fr.. u clearly DONT believe in God and NEVER read the Bible to think U COULD KILL ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT LIKE NO ONE WAS GUNA SERVE JUSTICE??

🤯🤯🤯

Clearly I’m still under medicine cause .. the punkd kids gotta come out w cameras this really can’t be what u thought

AND U IDIOT CHILDREN CHRIS FELL FOR IT DEEPLY. HAD U KNOW IT WAS MY FAMILY U WOULDNT HAVE .. NIGGA WE WENT TO ELEMENTARY TOGETHER U SEEN MY FACE I GOT A VERY PROMINATE NAME U USE IT EVERYDAY FUCKING CASH BITCH.

This can’t be real life rn .. THIS FR YALL? THATS wild A NIGGA IS REAL LIFE CRAZY .. going to the psychward in 23 and Howard being there u was talking to him that u real life need help.. I seen inside I’m not admitting thru me that “I’m sick” being u.. I will say I AM SICK N TIRED OF UR FUCKING INSANITY .. U DO NEED HELL IF THIS IS FR .. but like u speak to me n projection about ur life .. that’s not working for me Lee .. I see inside u ur guilty and need help but lady u did the 5,8, and 9th step … 38 years right? FUCKING SHOW IT.

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pantherastevens · 1 year ago

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Sorpresa: Sharp Shooter

Hey y’all and welcome to Part Three of Sorpresa (Surprise)!

Here’s Part One and Part Two for those who missed it!

Warnings: Gun use, cursing, homophobia, transphobia, threats of violence

Enjoy!

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.

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Miles didn't finally come out of his stupor until he felt his girlfriend's soft lips on his. He leaned in for a few seconds before pulling away.

"You're hurt, ma," he whispered. The girl scraped her knee badly, the skin completely torn. Panthera looked down before shrugging.

"It's not so bad," she said. Miles narrowed his eyes at her nonchalant response.

"That's the adrenaline talking. Let's find a nearby store to get some bandages, and I can patch you up." Panthera opened her mouth to object, only for an unwanted voice to yell at her.

"MAN, FUCK YOU AND YO GAY ASS BOYFRIEND, BITCH!" The pair turned to find Jerome sneering at both of them. The rejection and public humiliation seemed too for the man, rage pumping through his veins. Miles immediately pushed Panthera behind him.

"Aye, calm down-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO DO SHIT NIGGA! I OUTTA BOX YO ASS. AND THAT UGLY ASS BITCH OF YOURS CAN GET IT TOO! PROBABLY DATING A FUCKING DUDE THAT TURNED INTO GIRL-"

BAM!

Miles was no stranger to gunshots. It was a part of his lullaby whenever he slept at night. During his adventures as the Prowler, his enemies would use a gun to try to injure or kill him. Hell, even his tío uses them.

Which is why he didn't jump at the sound. But what made the hair on the back of his neck stand up was how close it was...

Like, right behind him close...

He slowly looked over her shoulder to find an unexpected sight.

Panthera, su dulce angelito, holding a smoking gun in the air.

She walked from behind him, staring at Jerome with cold eyes.

"Apologize." Jerome blinked.

"Wha-"

"Apologize," Panthera repeated, eyes hard as a slender tensed on the trigger. Jerome shook his head, trying to stand firm.

"You don't even know how to-" The man didn't get a chance to finish his answer as Panthera fired at him. The man flinched as the bullet grazed his cheek. A hand shakily raised to touch the tender skin.

"That was a warning shot. Now Imma say it one more time before that warning becomes a promise. Apologize," Panthera said. Jerome swallowed.

"I-I-I'm sorry..." The girl's eyes narrowed, unsatisfied. Jerome felt his body tense in time with her trigger finger.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, loud enough for the entire group to hear. Panthera raised a brow, gun still aimed at him.

"For," she drawled lazily.

"F-For disrespecting you and ya boyfriend. For challenging h-him after y-you said no. For not a-accepting my defeat like a man a-and lashing out. I-I promise I w-won't do it again!" Panthera didn't say anything, cold eyes still trained on the shivering man.

The entire court seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what the girl would do.

A slow smile spread on the girl's full lips, and a low dark chuckle could be heard as she flipped on the safety lock on her gun.

"Apology accepted..." Jerome fell on his knees, relieved as the girl turned to face her shell-shock audience.

"What are you all looking at," she asked with a cocked brow as she put her gun back in its holster under her dress (Miles was relieved to see the biker shorts underneath it, he would've had to kill a few dudes if otherwise.) Miles blinked at her question.

"Ma, you can't be serious," he said. His girlfriend innocently cocked her head at him as if she didn't pull a gun on a full-grown male and threatened to lay him out in public.

'It's like there's always something new and mind-boggling about her that just continues to make me fall for her...' Panthera looked as if she was gonna answer, but she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"Miss Panthera?" The girl turned to find a man who looked around her father's age, maybe even older. A glimmer of pride could be found in his dark brown eyes as he handed her a plastic bag.

Eyes that resembled hers strangely...

"This is for your knee. I am sorry about the young man and all the trouble he caused, especially when not knowing who you or your father are. Thank you for not killing him, even though he may have deserved it," the man said, nodding in respect. The girl's eyes widen a fraction at the strong accent in the man's voice. One she recognized that appeared faintly in her father's voice after he returned from one particularly long trip a little before she and Miles got together.

"You know my Baba," she murmured, eyeing the older man. The man let out a chuckle.

"Ewe nkosazana encinci. Only one man I know has that same bone-chilling smirk, and you clearly inherited it. You're well on your way to being a force of nature yourself." Panthera stared at the man, stunned.

'How does he know...?' Panthera wondered as the man's dark eyes suddenly trained on the Afro-Latino boy.

"Young man." Miles stood up straighter.

"Yes, sir?" The man let out a soft hum, eyes gleaming in approval.

"You treat this one well, do you understand me," he said, his tone playful, but the dark undertones were present. Miles was smart enough to notice it.

"Of course, sir," Miles replied, walking up to pick up his girlfriend. Panthera did her best not to blush as her boyfriend picked her up. The nice man was about to walk away when Panthera called to him.

"Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho?" The man smiled at the young girl in the boy's arms.

"Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci..." With that, the man left.

Miles toted the dazed girl off to the park nearby, settling her on a bench. Miles kneeled before her as he looked over the stuff the mysterious man gave her, finding the basic necessities to treat the girl's wound, some painkillers and a bottle of water.

He handed the water bottle and some pills to Panthera, who took them robotically, eyes still seeming far away.

"Soooo, anything you want to tell me," he said as he used some alcohol to disinfect her wound and clean up the streaks of blood that made their way down her leg. Panthera finally came to, looking at her boyfriend as if for the first time.

"Huh?" Miles snorted.

"So you not gonna tell me that you could play basketball, or that you know how to shoot a gun, or how that man seems to know you and apparently your dad?" Panthera gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Baba taught me how to hoop ever since I could walk. My height is just a misleading factor. Plus, I did gymnastics briefly, which helped me jump pretty high and deal with heights. As far as the gun thing, Baba is very adamant about my safety, so he taught me how to shoot when I was about 14. He insists I stay strapped at all times, even at school," she raddled off as her boyfriend took care of her knee. Miles let out a hum, intrigued and a little terrified, as he listened to his girl talk about her father.

He seriously didn't want to end up on his bad side...

"And that man," he asked as he bandaged the massive cut, leaving a brief kiss on it. He spied the faint smile on her face before it faded into a thoughtful look.

"...I honestly don't know." Well, that's not unsettling.

"What was it was he saying to you? He seemed to know the same language you do," Miles asked after a beat of silence. He's noticed that she spoke with him sometimes, but he would be too caught up in the moment to question her on what it was or what she was saying. He kinda made him realize there were parts of her he didn't fully know about...

Shaking off the thought, he dug into Panthera's bag to put on her jewelry and slip her sandals back on her feet as he patiently waited for her to answer. Panthera bit her lip, eyes narrowing at him.

"It's Xhosa, a language from my grandfather's homeland. And I tried getting his name, but he refused to tell me. Just to consider him as a friend..." Miles can clearly see that Panthera didn't want to continue on this topic, so he decided to let it go.

"Well, he seemed nice enough, so I guess he could be. Now c'mon, we can swing by your favorite restaurant for some food. My treat." Seeing the girl perk up after a hellish and weird bump in their date made it worth ignoring the issue of his girl's past.

For now, at least.

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Dedicated to @444morales 💜💜💜

Translations:

-Spanish-

Su dulce angelito : His sweet little angel

-Xhosa-

Ewe nkosazana encinci : Yes, little princess

Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho? : Wait, please! What is your name?

Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci... : I can't tell you that now, little princess. But you can consider me as a friend. Goodbye, little panther...

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freshdotdaily · 10 months ago

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A lot of y'all know I been obsessed with Rammellzee for a hot second now. I don't have the crazy obsession y'all have w/ Basqiuat, or Andy Warhol. But of that downtown scene, I reaaaally loved Haring as a yute dem and I really fucked with A. Charles just off seeing their work publicly all around me.

But once I found Ramm, it was another revelation. A convergence of a lot of shit I like wrapped in one enigmatic weirdo artist's ideas to pick apart and break down. Bruh, this nigga straddles genius and mental illness in a wild way. There's a touch of Rammellzee in MF DOOM.

One of the reasons I liked the young rapper Wiki when I found him in 2012, (outside of this video) is because him/his crew "Ratking" refers to "Letter Racers". I instantly thought, "yo, this kid is tapped in!".

Also, I'm guilty for really obsessing over late 80's and 90's era NYC culture. Y'all wasn't outside, but there's just something super ill about that downtown time/space that incubated so much of our culture from my hometown. Alex Corporan (of Supreme's OG crew) summed it thusly: "The ‘90s in NYC lands as the last of the epic, raw, untouchable, unstoppable, fearless times for life. You're unable to replicate the experience of what was happening in New York during this time. Skateboarding, music, nightlife, art, fashion... you name it! 2000-2004 held onto that energy for a bit, but from 1990-1999 you grew up real fast and experienced shit in light speed."

Anyways, NY Times did a piece I wanna hit y'all with. I sprinkled in some video/links/pics for razzle-dazzle. Long live Rammellzee! In the late nineteen-seventies, the sociologist Nathan Glazer had grown weary of riding New York’s graffiti-covered subways. The names of young vandals, who identified themselves as “writers” rather than as artists, were everywhere—inside, outside, sometimes stretching across multiple train cars. Glazer didn’t know who these writers were, or whether their transgressive spirit ever manifested itself in violent crimes, but that didn’t matter. The daily confrontation with graffiti suggested a city under siege. “The signs of official failure are everywhere,” he wrote in an influential 1979 essay. Graffiti, with its casual anarchy and cryptic syntax, offered glimpses into a “world of uncontrollable predators.” In the nineties, Glazer’s essay would help inspire the concept of “broken windows” policing—a theory that preserving the appearance of calm, orderly neighborhoods can foster peace and civility.

Graffiti has always had this kind of metaphorical power. It is somehow more than art or destruction (even though it is both), and it prompts awe or dread, depending on your tolerance for disorder. For every Glazer, there were romantics like Norman Mailer, who had written the text for a book of photographs elevating graffiti to the status of “faith.” From his perspective, graffiti forced the upper crust to reckon with the names and the fugitive dreams of a forgotten underclass: “You hit your name and maybe something in the whole scheme of the system gives a death rattle.”

Few people understood and internalized this power as deeply as the artist, rapper, and theoretician Rammellzee (which he styled as The ramm:ell:zee). He believed that his time in the train yards and the tunnels of New York gave him a vision for how to destroy and rebuild our world. He was born in 1960 and grew up in Far Rockaway, Queens. His birth name is a closely guarded secret; he legally changed it to his artistic tag in 1979. (He also insisted that The ramm:ell:zee was an “equation,” not a name.) Little is known about his youth, aside from passing aspirations to study dentistry (he was good with his hands) and to be a model (in a 1980 catalogue, he is identified as Mcrammellzee).

Ramm—as he became known—believed that language enforced discipline, and that whoever controlled it could steer people’s thoughts and imaginations. His hope wasn’t to replace English; he wanted to annihilate it from the inside out. His generation grew up after urban flight had devastated New York’s finances and infrastructure. Ramm channelled the chaos into a spectacular personal mythology, drawn from philology, astrophysics, and medieval history. He was obsessed with a story of Gothic monks whose lettering grew so ornate that the bishops found it unreadable and banned the technique. The monks’ work wasn’t so different from the increasingly abstract styles of graffiti writing, which turned a name into something mysterious and unrecognizable. Ramm developed a philosophy, Gothic Futurism, and an artistic approach that he called Ikonoklast Panzerism: “Ikonoklast” because he was a “symbol destroyer,” abolishing age-old standards of language and meaning; “Panzer” because this symbolic warfare involved arming all the letters of the alphabet, so that they might liberate themselves. He lived these ideas through his art and his music, and by being part of the hip-hop scene during its infancy.

In 1983, Rammellzee and a rapper named K-Rob went to visit the painter Jean-Michel Basquiat. Though Ramm and Basquiat were friends, they were also rivals. Ramm would later say that Basquiat wasn’t a “dream artist”—he didn’t so much radiate visions outward as take things in like a “sponge,” learning about genius from books. He and Ramm once bet on who could most convincingly parody the other’s work. (Ramm claimed not only that he won but that Basquiat’s art dealer, who wasn’t in on their ruse, told Basquiat that “his” work was the best he had ever done.)

That night, Basquiat invited Ramm and K-Rob to record a song he’d written. Ramm, who had rapped in the movie “Wild Style,” was already known for his unique nasal sneer. (He called it his “gangster duck” style.) The two men looked at Basquiat’s elementary rhymes, laughed, and tossed them in the trash. Instead, they made up their own lyrics—a brilliant, surreal tale of a kid (the earnest, bemused K-Rob) who’s on his way home and a hectoring pimp (Ramm) who tries to tempt him toward the dark side. Basquiat called the song “Beat Bop,” and paid for it to be produced; he painted the vinyl single’s cover art himself. The song was murky and strange, like a spiky funk jam slowed to a sinister crawl. In the background, someone tunes a violin. There’s so much echo and reverb on the track that it sounds like an attempt at time travel.

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In the eighties, graffiti gained acceptance in the art world. Despite Ramm’s charisma, the intensity of his work and his stubborn, erratic personality kept him on the movement’s fringes. Where Basquiat and Keith Haring seemed shy showmen, Ramm came across as a nutty professor. His early paintings took inspiration from the psychedelia of comic books and science fantasy, with mazy train tracks running across cosmic reliefs. His palette was attuned to the era’s anxieties about nuclear war and nuclear waste. The colors were bright and garish, suggesting a box of neon highlighters run amok.

Rammellzee created and wore full-body suits of armor that he called “Garbage Gods.”

Photograph by Mari Horiuchi / courtesy Red Bull Arts New York and the Rammellzee Estate

In the mid-eighties, he began rendering these ideas in 3-D. He made sculptures that evoked the fossilized remains of twentieth-century life: newspaper clippings, key rings, chain links, and other junk, floating in an epoxy ooze. The most remarkable works were his “Garbage Gods,” full-body suits of armor, some of which weighed more than a hundred pounds. They look like junk-yard Transformers doing samurai cosplay. His most famous character, the Gasholeer, was outfitted with a small flamethrower.

Ramm’s art, thought, and music are the subject of the exhibition “ramm∑llz∑∑: Racing for Thunder,” at Red Bull Arts New York.

Befitting the popular drink’s own sense of iconoclasm, “Racing” bathes in Ramm’s frenzied, free-associative, and occasionally overwhelming energy. There are his early canvases and sculptures, along with flyers, business cards, manifestos, and patent applications. A small theatre screens previously unseen videos of Ramm rapping at nightclubs. The most impressive part of the survey is a floor devoted to his “Garbage Gods” and “Letter Racers”—skateboards representing each letter of the alphabet, armed with makeshift rockets, screwdrivers, and blades.

Throughout the exhibition, you can hear moments from Ramm’s lectures on Gothic Futurism—a thrilling jumble of street-corner hustling and technical language, all “parsecs,” “integers,” “aerodynamics.” As I was examining a collection of hand-painted watches, I kept hearing Ramm pause as he reached the end of a long disquisition on ecological catastrophe and graffiti-as-warfare, and then bark, “Next slide!”

In early May, the Red Bull Music Festival staged a Ramm-inspired concert to mark the opening of the art show. Ramm had continued to make music after “Beat Bop,” never wavering from his philosophies, just declaring them against increasingly turbulent, industrial-sounding backdrops. The eclecticism of the bill spoke to his wandering ear, and ranged from the terse hardcore of Show Me the Body to the wise-ass raps of Wiki. K-Rob, wearing a T-shirt featuring a mushroom and the words “I’m a Fun Guy,” reprised his verse from “Beat Bop,” grinning the whole way through. Gio Escobar, the leader of the deft punk-jazz band Standing on the Corner, dedicated a song to a late friend. The departed are everywhere around us, he said, as a groove emerged from the band’s dubbed-out chaos. “And they’re waiting.”

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As hip-hop and art changed, as graffiti vanished from New York’s trains and walls, Ramm delved further into his own private cosmos—namely, the enormous loft in Tribeca where he lived, which he called the Battle Station. His obscurity wasn’t a choice. In the early eighties, he offered to send the U.S. military some of the intelligence he had gathered for national defense. (It declined.) In 1985, he wrote an opera, “The Requiem of Gothic Futurism.” In the nineties, he tried to promote his ideas by producing a comic book and a board game. He thought that toy manufacturers might want to mass-produce his “Garbage Gods” models.

He was the first artist to collaborate with the streetwear brand Supreme.

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There was a series of infomercial-like videos to seed interest in “Alpha’s Bet,” an epic movie that he hoped would finally resolve the narrative arc of his extended universe.

By the time Rammellzee died, in 2010, after a long illness, New York City had been completely remade by mayoral administrations that took broken-windows policing as gospel. The Battle Station became condos.

The Internet has made it easy to take what the culture provides you and rearrange it in some novel, cheeky way. It’s much more difficult to build an entirely new world—to abide by an ethical vision with a ferocity that requires you to break all the rules. I was surprised by how moved I felt standing underneath Ramm’s “Letter Racers” and studying the textures of the “Garbage Gods.” To see their meticulous handiwork up close was to believe that Ramm’s far-flung theories, his mashup of quantum physics and “slanguage,” made sense as an outsider’s survival strategy. I noticed all the discarded fragments of city life—bulbs and screws, a billiard ball, a doll’s head, old fan blades and turn-signal signs, visors stacked to look like pill bugs. His commitment was total. These are works of devotion.

This is where Ramm wanted to live—at the edge of comprehensibility, but in a way that invited others to wonder. Cities are filled with strangers who possess an unnerving energy, who hail us with stories, songs, and poems. Ramm was one of these. In an interview filmed in the aughts, Ramm sheds light on his everyday life. Sometimes, he says, he’ll be walking down the street or sitting at a bar, and people will just look at him. And sometimes they’ll come up to him and ask, “Who are you?” He’s explaining all this while wearing one of his “Garbage God” masks. You notice his paunch, the warm crackle of his voice at rest. “I’m just an average Joe,” he says, and he sounds like he believes it.

♦Published in the print edition of the May 28, 2018, issue, with the headline “Graffiti Prophet.”

#Youtube #Vimeo

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vampzxi · 2 years ago

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music recs?

omg. kisses whoever asked me this. i have a bunch of music so just walk with me here. i'll sort it because i have so many recs um. im very passionate about this hollon (kpop is at the bottom bc i know not everyone listens to it...im not a kpoppie guys i swea)

hip hop

count me out - kendrick lamar (literally my most listened to artist, i saw him live a few months ago. i love that man) (when i saw letitia post herself to this song i literally exploded im not even playing)

anything by SMINO (none of my friends listen to him but he is truly my fav hip hop/r&b artist)

ringleader man - t pain (he can sing his ass off, okay.)

vent -baby keem

three man weave - injury reserve

PRIDE. - kendrick lamar

swimming pools - kendrick lamar

litterally ANYTHING by ice spice (i am a munch.)

CORSO - tyler, the creator

collard greens - schoolboy Q (my mom would play this every day when she dropped me off at school in 3rd grade,,,its ingrained in me)

???? - bktherula (yes that is the song name) (that woman is so fucking fine.)

cold - rico nasty

realer - megan thee stallion (wife.)

ftn - hook (hook is an amazing artist, no skips)

super bass - nicki minaj (listen...this used to be my shit)

r&b/soul (fav category)

how many drinks? - miguel (i was gonna write a shuriri fic on this)

moonlight - kali uchis (i love love love kali uchis like you're gonna have to pry her from my cold dead hands.)

i want war (but i need peace) - kali uchis

fue mejor - kali uchis and SZA

terrified - childish gambino

sure thing - miguel

he's mine - mokenstef (i was also gonna write a shuriri fic on this...)

distraction - kehlani (despite not listening to her much this song always gets stuck in my head when i'm on the phone with @letitias-fav LMAO)

wild irish roses - SMINO (my boy...)

ALL MINE. - brent faiyaz (comphet crush...)

the sweetest taboo - sade (throwback but her voice is beautiful)

clouded - brent faiyaz

candy - doja cat

come on - jhene aiko (my first fic was to this song)

SZA's entire Ctrl album (a masterpiece)

anything by The Internet!! (please listen to them. they deserve more recognition)

PRBLMS - 6LACK

blame it - jamie foxx (listen....)

just a stranger - kali uchis

after the storm - kali uchis

girls need love - summer walker

like a tattoo - sade

to zion - lauryn hill (my mom named me after this song :3)

4 page letter - aaliyah

alternative

liquid smooth - mitski (literally about how women in society have an "expiration date", referring to beauty standards, and she's begging someone to take her before she "expires". i love this woman)

brand new city - mitski

carnage - jazmin bean (her and mitski shouldnt be in the same category but wtv...)

security! - ekko2k (kind of a joke because i jokingly told my friend i like men moaning in my ear and he gave me this song LMFAOOO)

feel good inc. -gorillaz

come home - willow smith (her music is beautiful)

the louvre - lorde (i love lorde)

akasaka sad - rina sawayama

caraphernelia - pierce the veil (i was going thru a lot when i was 12 ok.)

money machine - 100 gecs (i like how disorganized their music is...and i know this is from 2020 leave me alone)

ringtone - 100 gecs feat. charli XCX

kpop

disclaimer! i am not heavily involved in kpop communities because some of you niggas are CRAZY!! please don't jump me for my taste, i love my life. i am a casual listener.

heart attack - chuu (i love chuu)

love cherry motion - choerry

nxde (G)I-DLE

naughty - red velvet (LOONA and red velvet are my top 2)

kingdom come - red velvet (beautiful vocals)

russian roulette - red velvet

birthday - red velvet

BYE BYE - red velvet

feel my rhytm - red velvet

beg for me - red velvet

28 reasons - seulgi

tinnitus (wanna be a rock) - TXT (its afrobeats okay..)

i have SOOOOOO much more so if anyone wants a playlist just say the word. i didnt even include my afrobeats in here bc i didnt want it to be too long HAHAHA. but i LOVEE music. please let me know if you listen to any of these! and PLEASEEE give me more music to listen to! i'm always looking for recs <3

#dizzy's hyperfixations #dizzysinbox #dizzyrants #dizzy rambles #black panther wakanda forever #shuri udaku #my music #music recs #music recs please guys im so serious it van be anything im even willing to listen to country #maybe....

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donzoh · 2 years ago

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Formula 1 Intro 1 by a nigga name zoH

Sadly it has been more than a month since the start of the Formula 1 season and honestly the anticipation was killing me. (how we already in April) Only because my knowledge of the sport grew more and more each year. Which grew more interest, a weird burning desire if you will for me to engulf myself in this fast pace, quick thinking, sexy of a sport. Which has multiple drama on and off the track. Pushing a “road rocket” to its absolute limit to make sure you'll get every tenth of a second faster than your opponent.

Diving deeper into this dangerous sport that can make people question its integrity the further you dig, the scandals ouf. Does that go for almost any sport. Theirs always something to question, why is it like that? Like in basketball theirs the refs giving out technical fouls left snd right. In baseball the umps will kick you out if you so much as yell at them. In football the refs will throw a flag if you look at another player wrong or when a defender touches the Quarterback, BOOM flag. Okay I'm exaggerating a bit, but if you watch one of them sports you'll notice the amount of bullshit that goes on. In F1 theirs the FIA and race Stewarts that just be doing shit. Literally doing shit.

I shouldnt give up on this little dream I have. Yes i’d be traveling overseas to foreign countries I have never been in, or should trust. The sport itself bring adrenaline and other toxic chemicals that would scare the normal sport viewer away. Fast cars and big money isn’t just the beauty of it. The tracks, technology, tactics, techniques, communication, the drivers are aggressive, fearless, and have a killer instinct to be number one. The supreme confidence to just be in that car. Where you have to shift your whole body weight to press on the breaks in order to stop the craft (car). Theirs only 20 people a year whom get to drive the fastest land vehicles on earth. Trying to interpret F1 language to regular language is a challenge I'm willing to accept.

The concept of running a F1 team can't be done by a normal human. You cant be a sane person doing this sport. Why? Well to be completely honest you kind of have to be crazy to watch or even be in this kind of sport. A lot of backstabbing goes on. A lot of accusations without evidence. So much finger pointing, anger/hate. So why watch this toxic sport if you haven't yet? A few things may interest you like the science. If you like technology, aerodynamics, aesthetic environments/cities you can look at. Theirs 22 places around the world they travel and capture the best scenes with the most anticipated Vegas GP late this year.

I will be focusing on Lando Noris from McLaren. Alex Albon in the Williams. And George Russell from Mercedes. Maybe the teammates too. All I know is, it demands a lot. One needs to have mental toughness and also being at top physical shape. If everyone trying to get ahead of everyone else. Even a teammate. Who won't care about your feelings. The ego. To be number one. Thiers no other choice. Pure cut throat. Fucking Wild EY!

#lando norris #george russell #alex albon #f1 fandom #f1 2023 #f1

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the-good-projxct · 4 months ago

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May 10th, 2024

1:15pm sitting up in my room in Karen. Listening to C’est toi by Joe Dwet File. It is a cool cloudy rainy day. The neighborhood is soooo green. Like 50 shades of green or more. I am so blessed that I am in the suburbs that are not flooding. I miss the sunny days and heat. Moka wa Mwiti told me the rains will end soon because we saw a bunch of butterflies yesterday. I love old wives tales because there is often some truth to them. So I will keep looking out for the butterflies and know that is our rainbow. That when the butterflies come, the floods will stop. Isn’t that beautiful? Today is a holiday in Kenya, folx are supposed to be planting trees. I hope people do. I am people and I should be but bruh, it is wet and rainy. I put a mental note though that on B’Earthdays, I’ll be gifting people even those far away with a tree planted in their honor. And for my kids the age they turn and the number of trees planted will match. There's a puddle of water on the roof outside our bedroom and all these little birds are using it as a bird bath. It is so beautiful. I just looked out and there's a woodpecker pecking on a tree. I know this is what I missed. Life happening around me. Life happening within me. Life happening for me. I feel less uncertainty, I feel a bit more settled. I have been home for 2 weeks. I think going back and forth to Munene’s without any set days/plan was destabilizing me a lot more than I thought. I am grateful for his space though, especially when KaMami and LoustaLousta were here because the house was fuller and louder. Now that it’s back to a small crew in the house, I can be here primarily and focus on writing, thinking, reading, dreaming. Then go see him some days. His roommate is an ASSHOLE. That’s all imma say on dat. No its not, its that he lacks emotional awareness therefore cannot build healthy relationships. And instead of being self aware he projects it onto other people as though everyone is the problem, especially women. But alas, everyone is doing the best they can with what they know. I can’t wait for them to not be flat mates anymore. Anyway, so back to some structure. It is hard though because it means we are not seeing each other on a whim. But I also think that will help us focus on life a bit more. Oh wait…is this reality setting in? Is this the part where the honeymoon phase and reality clash? Shout out to the Universe for TWO months of unlimited bliss. Shout out to the rainy szn for peak cuddles. Adulting is so wild. Like I am making a conscious choice to be more time and space considerate because it was throwing me off balance. Even the self awareness of that is growth. Young me would have ridden the honeymoon train all the way to hell. Now with more knowledge we can handle the hormonal highs and lows of early Love. Bruh I have grown. Someone from UPEI reached out about me being part of their lecture. They came across me from the radio interview of the Gøod projxct. And so it begins. I'm in Kenya thooo. I’ll reach out and see how that works. If the vibe and/or the money right…imma do it. Then blow that money on a trip because I didn’t expect it. Anyone else struggle to write the word "didn’t?" I always put one too many D’s. PURRRR THAT D!!! Focus my nigga. This month's niche essay will be on Kendrick and Drake. I listen to Drake more because it's easy, fun listening. I respect Kendrick for his lyrical mastery. Word play on KIKI! Anyway, Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase. Are

#may 2024

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f0xd13-blog · 7 months ago

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oh was that firecracker foh me? Dang bro I thought it was some muggle festivities I can never keep up or know what's happening. Aaaaa I get it now u did the big roma sangue puro reveal and then the firecracker ..... ok........ elon i'm not easily impressible as u noticed already plus I like to.see that sort of shit live while u sucking my dick like a good computer nerd always does. Now I think this was the weirdest make up for mass killing I have ever seen. Next time plan something that isn't online! I big conclusion is tried to make me starve with your Jewish posts while I have no resource big mistake forced positive ty is not that great when there is.nothing positive in someone's lifestyle now u lucky i'm used to it that's only that it doesn't seem so serious to u coz its to trivialize something when u are s billionaire u don Feel!!!! The same way boit things so.that can fuck up people . But at least we proved jewish mentality is like that u will never see the seriousness of what u did. Not everyone is the same, have the same struggles, backgrounds, past trauma, stereotypes, etc etc that affects a lot of thing but I don wanna discuss tgis anymore got ur opinion I don think I'm going to change the mind people that are just too much in space and not on planet earth. In concern to rosalia whoever has holocaust trauma would get triggered with that and u know or u wouldn't do it so complaining bout how people reacted to it is just silly and only a trash bag would use feminism to excuse what was done (literally it was robatics everywhere every fucking post with different names, insane) flamenco doesn't belong to roma? That doesn't mean u can do it that's another question . Next time don scare us to makes us think holocaust was around the corner, don complain foh the effects o it. Don't play the victim then call me a victim for using the only way I could. Coming to my playground to question my tradition is wild bruh want me to go to mexico to re define the concept of nachos? Think bout it everything has limits because humans aren't infinite they have a limit the universe is infinite. Of course that I said all those nasty things on purpose: Wus up My gypsies ???? How is u my niggas???? How is u Macumbeira bitches 2 day? Get it??? U didn't even knew our limits what to.say or not but hey I fixed it so u wellcome.

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Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

#erik killmonger #fanfic for black girls #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther fic

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chromehevrts · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖

𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : hey, what's up everybody, we live baby, HOT 97 THE GATTI SHOW, and today we have a very special guest in the building, DAVE EAST. how you doing today, DAVE?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : Ayo...what's good ya'll and Im doing alright, how you been? Thanks for having me.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : i'm feeling great and super excited to have you here today, so thank you for stopping by. i always wanted to have you as the guest at my show because hey, it's NEW-YORK baby and let's face facts, you're one of those new school artists who represents NY. at what age you've figured out you want to do music?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : Shit, honestly music was a last resort for me. I went to college and tried to play ball, but shit ain't go how i want. So I sat down and was like shit, what else can I do and niggas was like rap. So I was like aigh, I took on the name rebel and started to push my pen at like 18 or suttin.. So it was either do music and make something outta myself or trap. I went with music, cause shit i had a backup plan if that shit aint work.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : i'm sorry it didn't really go as you planned it with basketball, but UNIVERSE had some other plans for you. i think young people should look up at you, like hey, things might not go the way you want them to be, so you have to dust yourself and try again or find something even better. like you did. what inspires you when you write your lyrics? or it's more a freestyle like process?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : Shit, I mean life inspires me... like the shit that goes on around me and my niggas inspire me. I shit I do a little of both, I can freestyle but half the time I like to sit down, smoke and get what i gots to say on paper. I be in the studio from 8pm to 4am mostly every night. But back to what you was saying, when you come from a struggle you gonna do what you gotta do to make it, like I was watching niggas I played ball with get drafted into the NBA. That shit is what motivated me to do something. I ain't want to be the failure watching these niggas living they best life.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : when people scroll through social media, they think all the diamond chains and fancy cars come easy, as if the famous card is unlimited credit card and you don't have do anything for it. no one really thinks about how much you put into work, staying in the studio all night long, tours, shows. i'll have a nerve to compare music industry, and show business in general, with a basketball court. either you sweat and play, or, sit your ass on the bench. and music is not the only thing you do, you're also a business owner and now, a reality tv-show star. hello cast mate, how ya doiiin'? but hey, CONCRETE JUNGLE baby. how did you came up with an idea that you do want to participate in the show?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : I mean... the money. I figured since I'm already doing a TV show and this won't mess with that, why not. I got people I need to take of so doing this show is to help them out to at the end of the day. But I have a few business ventures Im into and that I do, so I'm getting checks in multiple areas. You can't depend on making music forever, you don't wanna get burned out like RIHANNA's ass did. Thats something I always tell starting artist. Like ye treat yoself but sure you invest into some shit and build some shit for yourself.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : and just like that, straight forward and without any fake reasons to get sympathy and attention. DAVE be like yes bitch, it's about the money, so who's going to check me? i love it here. and you are right, once you get your first bag, why not to make more bags out of it? i'm glad you're looking out for the youngsters, but i don't blame them, when you get those figures first it definitely can blow your mind. but let's talk about the show a little bit. are you familiar with other cats mates? do you have any expectations from this project?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : I mean I ain't familiar with all them, but I have met a few and they groupies and shit. I don't know, like its still early to tell, but im just tryna have my fans see more of me than they do already. I just hope the show don't edit me too much cause they will notice the difference.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : since MONA SCOTT has nothing to do with the new production team, let's hope for the best. i'd hate to see some words or actions dragged out of context. okay, moving to the next one. i bet most of the guys would like to know the secret recipe of DAVE EAST's charm, because we all know a lot of ladies consider you as their celebrity crush, along with MICHAEL B JORDAN and ODELL BECKHAM. is there any secret to it and how does it feels to have if not all, then a lot of eyes on you? now i know ladies gonna perk their ears up right now in a hope to hear if they have any chance and what not.

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : I mean i don’t discriminate so as long as you keep my attention and you cool. You got a chance..and at first the shit felt weird cause i always had some attention on me but to now have woman that look like models be like oh yeah let’s fuck be on me. I ain’t know how to handle it. Then at the same time it’s annoying cause then you get woman that get jealous and mad at me for no reasons.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : a blessing and a curse at the same time, isn't it? so ladies, respect some boundaries and privacy before showering DAVE with your love. but, let's hop back to the topic of you being on the show. a few days ago there was this shooting at the club where you and other cast members happened to be at. do you have anything to say about it?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : I mean i left before the shooting happened cause some nigga and the club discriminated against me. But the shit was wild, i was outside when it first started. I hope everyone but the niggas that tried me is aigh. Fuck them dick succas.

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : well, and you know we on air and our audience is pretty, let's say huge. so if the club attendance will go low out of sudden they better not act surprised because you don't have to discriminate anyone. we're glad you made it out safe. and the final question will be, DAVE EAST and MARION, is it the same person or it's more like alter ego thing, like BEYONCE and SASHA FIERCE?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : Nah it’s the same person i don’t do that witch craft ass shit. The niggas that bump my shit wouldn’t be listening to me if i did that shit. You feel me?

𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈 : you made it clear as a day. thank you so much for blessing THE GATTI SHOW with your appearance, DAVE. it was really nice to learn a little bit more about you, but is there anything else you'd like to share with your fans, you know, maybe some things to get off your chest?

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 : I said all i had to say, but fuck CAVALI or whatever it called and a nigga named VONTE. But karma 3 comes out august 14th so check that out and look out for the EP i got with my boy millyz coming out too. Peace.

#. ♡ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 ⁺ ╱ i n t e r v i e w * .

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almondmilkcleanser · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 73

From my story Do It For The Bag on Wattpad!

One line turned to two, two into three, three into.. Six, I think? To be real I lost count.

Jamie and I laid in the bed passing the blunt and giggling between eachother recounting all the years we been friends and all the fights with petty ass bitches that we went through solo and as a tag team. We walked down memory lane from our elementary school days, to middle school when Jamie was letting the Art teacher look up under her skirt for an extra grade.

I remember that year, too. She had just got her period over the summer and her titties was coming in quicker than the police in white neighborhoods. Of course, that shit meant that she wasn't fitting in her regular clothes no more and so her clothes was getting tighter and she had this little crush on the Art teacher we both had but for separate classes.

I think his name was Devon. Real clean cut dude who you could tell was just outta the teaching program and starting his first job. He had to be no more than what? 21, 22? No more than 23 years old.

Chocolate skin, mocha-brown eyes and the thickest, fullest eyebrows and lases with hair in a fresh low boy with the waves up top and rocked a little stud earring in his right ear. I don't know how my school let the shit slide but he was the only teacher at Charles Drew that had gold fangs at the top and that drove all the students and teachers with the auntie booties wild.

She would tell me how she would stay after class to help refill the paint and all that shit, planting little seeds and shit. She made a bet with me that she wasn't going to wear no panties for a whole week and she was going to have Mr. Devon look up under her skirt. I'd be lying if I didn't say she didn't do it, and I'd be lying if I didn't say hot pocket ass Jamie didn't catch Devon looking and she didn't give him head right there by the art theory books.

That happened on a Friday, Devon resigned that following Monday.

"Yo," Jamie teased, taking a long pull of her blunt before laughing aloud, "Remember that day you lost your virginity to Skooby? Man, bitch you was wild! Ain't nobody tell you to let that nigga pop your cherry behind the fucking portables and shit!"

"Bitch, fuck you," I rolled my eyes at the memory like it happened yesterday. My pussy was so sore and I had to make it to 6 period like nothing had happened. Skooby was down to wait till after school but I remembered my mama was always home sleep since she was trying to stick with methadone and I just didn't want to fuck him at his mama house knowing she don't have a consistent schedule either.

So I said fuck it, lets do it during 5th period. I skipped class and so did he and he popped my cherry right behind Portable C with the fire ants. I never was so miserable walking home as I was that day.

"Listennnnn, you coulda came by my house and got fucked if that's all you was tryna do, you know my auntie don't be here." chimed Jamie.

"Tsk," I sat up in the bed, rubbed my nose a few times before taking two more lines. There was a continuous ringing in my ears and I felt like I could do a public speaking event in front of 100 muhfuckas. I felt fucking invincible, sexy, confident, and just ready to take on the fucking world.

My pussy needed to be rocked and I couldn't even tell you why, but thinking of that nigga Blu behind me rocking my shit in and out, pulling on my waist the way Cut didn't that just had me-

Nah, Ana, you big tripping.

I silently scolded myself, burying the thought in the back of my head. My body jumped up from the bed before my mind could even catch up and another thought popped in my head.

Cut is here still. With Chyna, Ramirez and Rich.

I licked my lips, thirsty, "Jamie, lets go find Cut."

"What you mean, find him? Girl you know how big this hotel is?"

"Just my point. Cut here with the same dude who tried to kill one of his homeboy workers. What if he tryna kill Cut now? What if he tryna stop Cut grind and then I gotta end up with that nigga and be fucking him?"

"Ana, what you talking about?" Jamie ain't move an inch as she sprawled her body across the bed. She had her hand in her shirt just cupping her titty and counting the light streaks she saw on the roof.

"Just come!" I smoothed my hair down, digging in my duffle for my hair brush. My nose felt like it was running but every time I went to wipe, it wasn't shit there. I decided to opt for going into the bathroom and checking my face before walking around these people hotel.

My hair was laid back down and I splashed my face with cold water. That didn't stop my heart from racing or the constant thirst from coming back but I had to thug the shit out. I made my bed so imma decorate it with my favorite linen.

"Alright Jamie, lets go."

"Where exactly we going, though?"

"Nowhere specific, we just going to walk around."

Jamie mumbled something under her breath as she stood to her feet. Slow as fuck at that.

It took her about 10 minutes to put on her clothes but we was out the room and walking around with nowhere really to go.

I could see our reflections in the adjacent hallways, freshly polished and streak-free like it wasn't even no children allowed in this hotel. The hallway that connected the elevator had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a diffuser that made that area smell like vanilla and lavender.

If you was quiet enough, you could even hear moonlight sonata playing over the speaker. The floor wasn't even carpet, my nigga, it was Marble. Fucking marble floors and floor to ceiling rooms.

This was the type of place an artsy hoe could flourish and catch the biggest nuts with her dude Romello or whatever artsy name a nigga would have.

Before Jamie and I hopped on another elevator, I stopped her and pulled her towards the stairs.

Her room was on the 8th floor and we took the elvator to the 7th floor. Before we could hop on the elevator again to hit the lobby, something told me take the stairs.

"Girl what you doing? I ain't tryna take no stairs all the way down to the lobby."

"We not going all the ay down to the lobby, just come with me to the stairs."

"Tsk- alright, girl." Jamie doubtfully replied.

We passed by one room, 710, and you could tell whatever the fuck was going on in there had to be lit. I mean you could smell the weed seeping through the crack under the door and music shaking the doorknob back and forth and shaking my brain back and forth.

My senses was on fucking ten and it was something in me telling me to stay on the floor. So we did. When we reached the fire escape stairs, I shushed Jamie and stood by the window to look down the hall for a few seconds, hoping to see Cut and Ramirez on this floor.

It was a wild shot, but what the fuck I had to lose?

The pool area was on the 7th floor so they couldn't have walked that far from where she seen them.

Jamie ain't say shit while we wasplaying detective, instead she sat at the edge of some steps and hummed a song that I don't even think she knew the beat to.

I don't know how long I was standing there, to be real, maybe 30 minutes or even an hour. But I saw a door open and out walked Rich and Cut smiling and holding they drinks in the air towards the direction of the door.

When the door closed, they're faces turned from jovial to serious and focused.

Thankfully, I had the fire escape doors cracked so I could eavesdrop or duck down if they was coming.

"Man, that nigga so fucking aggy. Even if we can't off this nigga, I don't want to do no more business with his ass. Like he banned from the club and all, my nigga."

"Yeah, I feel you." Cut agreed, counting a few hundreds before tucking it in his pocket.

"How long you think its going to take to go through this shit?"

"Shit," Rich dusted imaginary dust from his shirt and blew out a tuff of air. "If Chyna play the shit right he should be out in about-"

Before Rich could even finish his statement, Chyna opened the door in a crack, slid out and closed it shut. There were tears down her face and her clothes halfway off her body and she trembled holding her little bookbag in her hand.

"You good, ba-"

SLAP!

"Don't you ever in your fucking life make me do no shit like this again. The plan did Not Work, Rich! You think that nigga stupid? He didn't even try the coke I laid out. When I was getting ready to change he was talking shit about the both of y'all and Princess. Saying he shoulda fucked her in the ass when she laid there bleeding and I just- I just-"

"Oh- shit," Rich pushed Chyna out the way, peeking in the room before shutting it back quick.

"We gotta get the fuck outta here, NOW." Rich grabbed Chyna by the wrist and started practically running my direction.

"Ayo, what happened? Hold up!"

I ducked down out of sight as the sounds of their feet grew louder and louder, passing by the fire escape and down to their room at the end of the hall.

My fingers got sweaty as fuck gripping onto the cold metal handle. My throat was burning like I had just swallowed some acid or some shit and the hairs on the back of my neck stood all the way up.

Jamie was still in her own world high as a kite and vibing, scrolling on her phone oblivious to the commotion on the other end.

"Jamie!" I called out in a sharp whisper. "Jamie, come on lets go."

I peeked my head out into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear and when it was I made my way to room 710. Jamie came behind me with a worried expression, her eyebrows scrunched together and brow slightly covered in a damp sweat.

"Ana, what's going on?"

"Ion know, but we going to find out."

And without another second to spare in risk of the trio spotting us, I walked right in to the room.

If it wasn't the sight of the blood staining the ivory carpet and splatters littered across the angels' faces on the painting the mimicked the sistine chapel, the smell of potent weed surely would have taken someone out.

I saw Ramirez on the couch facing away from us, lifeless. He didn't even budge when we walked inside and the air was deathly still. Jamie didn't want to move but I had to see for myself. At the projects you be numb to this kinda shit but its still that buildup knowing that someone just might be dead that stuck with you.

Before I stepped on the carpet, I wrapped my shoes in some garbage bags so it wouldn't leave no footprints and proceeded to face Ramirez.

He had his mustard colored shirt open and same blue denin jeans on. I ain't even notice how hairy this man was till I saw him laying there, dick out the slit of his jeans and legs wide open. He had on some all black burberry shades that covered his eyes but I saw he was stabbed in multiple places across his body from his stomach to the sides where his kidneys were.

He was still, lifeless, but still bleeding out.

I couldn't do shit but vomit right there on the carpet.

My head was spinning and as much as I wanted to grab onto something I couldn't leave shit at the scene.

I just snatched the garbage bags off my feet, grabbed Jamie by her wrist and ran out the room and up the fire escape back to our room.

Chyna had killed Ramirez and it looked anything but an accident. That was rage.

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onlykilo · 4 years ago

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don’t sweat it ma, you know ima be aight at the end of the day.

it’s straight.

you doin’ what you see is best.

love you.

5 HOURS EARLIER.

“Y’all fuckin’ up the vibe already, nigga.” 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎 laughed loudly as he pearled the freshly rolled spliff before sparking the end of it. The male was surrounded by a vast majority of his friends, while they all shared the blunt 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎 was currently indulging in, they had their own thing going on individually within the dimly lit studio. The legendary Isley Brothers played throughout the speakers, Between The Sheets complimenting the mellowed vibe. In male like manner, women were included in the moment, of course. The girl in 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎’s lap was perfect if the topic of physical appearances came up — her ass was fat and soft, slim waisted, flat stomach and she smelled like one of his favorite Jimmy Choo fragrances; she placed that ass right in the heart of his lap and didn’t move it as she talked with her friends. Her face was up there too, she was pretty as hell. There was no doubt in 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎’s mind that he’d have her bent up in the back of his Escalade by the time the sun peaked over its horizon. Hell, the aura was sexual. It didn’t help that his friend could be heard audibly getting sucked up in the room right across from them. “I told y’all that bitch looked like she one of them nut dispensaries.” His friend voiced as the group bursted out into a fit of laughter. The phone on hip vibrating diverted his attention as he passed the blunt to the next person in rotation, the name on the screen being his mother’s. He had been ignoring the woman’s calls all day, this had to be about the 10th one and still she hadn’t caught the hint that he was occupied and would get back to her later. Letting out a loud sigh, he pressed the green button and put the phone to his ear.

“Yes ma’am?” He spoke humbly, his mother, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄, always got the utmost respect out of him no matter the situation because that’s how she raised him and his older sister.

- “I’m glad you remember how to operate your phone. Do you know how many times I’ve called you today, La’Rue? This is exactly why I wish your father was still alive because I cannot keep doing this shit with your hardheaded ass.” His mother sighed as she began her spiel about how she was tired of having to tell him anything and how things would be different if his late father was actually here to which he returned silence. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 passed when 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎 was young, therefore, he didn’t remember too much about his father and he didn’t have the memories that his older sister, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀, had with him.

“Okay, ma. I know. Did you need me to do somethin’? You straight? Keish okay?”

- “I sat and talked to myself, with the assistance of your sister as well and I’ve decided that until you prove that you are this grown man you proclaim to be, you won’t be getting anything else that was left by your father or myself. When I feel like I see some changes that are actually substantial and to my liking, you’ll know. But until then, there’s been a freeze put on every account, Kilo. You haven’t made this easy for me, but I want more for you. What happened to that passion you had when you were cutting hair in the barbershop? All you do is get high, go out every night and do God only knows what when you’re missing for hours at a time. Your father wouldn’t be proud of you.

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐎 didn’t even have a verbal response, all he could do was laugh. He laughed so hard they skipped him in rotation and the broad in his lap took his place, which normally would’ve pissed him off but he was so confused as to what was actually happening at the very moment that he didn’t think too much about it. What the fuck was the point of having a trust fund or money left aside for you if you couldn’t spend it the way you wanted to? Live your life the way you wanted to? Especially when she was the one that had spewed that same bullshit for years. “You forreal? And Keisha had say in this whole sh— thing? That’s wild. Guess I gotta start movin’ weight forreal now.” He added in before continuing dryly, an obvious shift in his demeanor. “Aight, ma. That’s coo’. I got company, so I’ll holla at you later.” He could hear her speaking to him as he removed the phone from his ear but wasn’t able to decipher it as he quickly ended the call. He was good at masking his emotions, so the quick rush of frustration and annoyance was shifted and his attention went back to the blunt. “We gon’ finish this and i’ma take you back to the crib, shawty.”

#๛ ⋮ ❛ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. — ₍ @TASKS. ⁾

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morrisondauthor · 5 years ago

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“Behind the Platform”

I remember a time when I enjoyed doing a photoshoot with Jamal. We’d smile and have fun while the photographer snapped shots of us and the mood would be so genuine. After the photoshoot, we’d go back home and have sex like two wild animals. Hell, there were times where we couldn’t even make it home and we’d have to get it on in the back of his Chevrolet Tahoe. I truly missed those moments. Now, five years into our relationship, I constantly found myself wondering if being with him was still worth it.

“Turn your head toward me,” the photographer directed as he got in position to take another shot.

I turned my head towards him while facing the wall and he snapped a few shots of me. When I looked up and saw the way Jamal was watching me from across the room, a shiver ran up my spine. I could tell he was still angry because of the argument we had the night before. He hadn’t said a word to me that morning but every time he stared at me; I could feel his anger. When the time came for him to join me, he finally spoke to me.

“I wanna do a separate shoot, Corey,” he told me as he took his shirt off. “I’m not really in the mood to do that lame ass couple shit.”

“Lame ass couple shit?” I asked. “You really are on some other shit today. We’re supposed to send in solo pics and pics of us together. They’re not gonna pick us for the ad if we don’t.”

“So?”

“Jamal…”

“Can you go the fuck on already? You’re done.”

“This little pissy attitude of yours is really getting old. I can’t believe you’re this mad because I used the last bit of laundry detergent last night. It is not that damn serious. All you had to do was take your ass down to the store and buy some more.”

Me (Corey McMillan)

“It ain’t even about that.”

“Oh, what the fuck ever, Jamal. I’ve had it with you picking petty shit to argue with me over. And I’m tired of defending your stank ass attitude whenever my friends are visiting.”

“Fuck your bitch ass friends. All they do is talk shit and eat my food and junk up my apartment.”

“Your apartment?!”

“Yes! I pay most of the bills up in that mothafucka! You’ve had it with me, huh? I’ve been had it with your sorry ass! Now get the fuck out my way!” He pushed me out of the way so that he could begin his session with the photographer.

Jamal Grant

Everyone working around the room was staring at me and I was so embarrassed. It was the first time we’d had an argument in front of strangers. The fact that he could talk to me like that in public had me on the verge of crying. It’s one thing to talk to me like that when we were at home, but it’s another to do it while we were at a photoshoot to promote our brand. It was like professionalism meant nothing to him anymore. I was beginning to believe nothing, including me, meant anything to him anymore.

My relationship with Jamal began during our senior year of high school. We’d known each other since ninth grade but it wasn’t until our last year at Braxton-Jacobs High that we noticed each other. Things moved very fast between us and after we graduated, he came out to his parents. They didn’t accept him and threw him out of their home. My parents wouldn’t let him come live with us so I turned down the chance to go to a local university and left with Jamal. He had a cousin living in Los Angeles so we traveled all the way to the other side of the country. While living with his cousin, we began vlogging on YouTube and that was the beginning of it all.

Our YouTube channel, JCGrantENT, grew into a pretty big business venture for us. We got all kinds of endorsements and had millions of subscribers as well as large followings on several social media accounts. The thing I loved about it the most was that we had a platform to promote being black and gay in America. We had a voice and influence in things that mattered and no price could be put on something that valuable. It was so sad that after building such a platform, we’d reduced ourselves to pretending to still be happy. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time we actually were happy.

“Don’t forget the damn detergent,” he snapped at me as I was getting out of his Tahoe at the grocery store. He handed me the debit card in a rude manner without even looking at me.

I snatched the card from him and asked, “Do you want anything else?”

“We’re low on Red Bull and get me some Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.”

I slammed the door and headed into the store. After putting the laundry detergent, Red Bull and a box of Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its in the shopping cart, I headed over to the restrooms because I had to pee. I left the shopping cart by the water fountain and hurried into the men’s room. When I got in there and saw my fitness trainer Kevonte taking a selfie, I called out, “Hey, Kevonte.”

He looked at me and smiled as he said, “Wassup, Corey.”

Kevonte

“Wow, this is my first time seeing you outside of the gym.”

“Yeah, I know. How are you?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Same. I’m supposed to be picking up a few things but thought I’d come in here and take a pic for the Gram since I’m in a mood.”

I laughed and said, “I feel you.”

“See you around.”

“Alright, later.” After I watched him leave, I went over to a urinal and relieved myself. I then washed my hands and when I headed out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Kevonte standing by my cart. “I thought you were going to pick up the items you needed?”

“I am but I was hoping we could talk while I did that. I see you already got your stuff.”

“I still gotta get some bananas.” I began pushing the cart and he walked alongside me. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, you haven’t been at the gym in a couple of weeks. Everything alright with you?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.”

“Are you and your dude still having problems?”

“Um…not really.”

“That’s good. I don’t see how anybody could be mad at you for a long time anyway.”

I blushed and rolled my eyes as we made it to the produce section. I grabbed two bunches of bananas and put them in the shopping cart before asking him, “Will you be working with anyone else tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’m free tomorrow. You wanna get in a good workout?”

“I sure do.”

“Cool, I’ll think of some good routines to put together for you. I hope you’re ready to put in some work. You know how intense I like to get with it.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You know what?” Jamal asked, popping up out of nowhere.

“Baby, what are you doing in here?” I asked. “I got everything and I’m about to go to the register.”

He put his finger in Kevonte’s face and asked, “Who the fuck is this nigga?”

“Whoa, get your finger out my face, bruh,” Kevonte said as he pushed Jamal’s hand away.

“I know you didn’t just put your hands on me!”

“Jamal, stop!”

“You might be taller than me but I will fuck you up, my nigga.”

“Jamal!”

Kevonte took off his backpack and told me, “You better get your lil’ man, Corey. Because I ain’t the one.”

“I ain’t the one either, nigga! What the fuck is good?”

I put the shopping cart in between them and pushed Jamal back while telling him, “You are making yourself look so fucking stupid! Kevonte is my gym trainer!”

“I heard what y’all were just talking about. He said something about doing routines and getting intense. Corey, if you’re fuckin’ this nigga I swear…”

“My dude, I got a girlfriend,” Kevonte snapped. “I am straight. You really need to chill.” He gave me a look and asked, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Man, you need to fuckin’ walk away,” Jamal said to him. “Asking my boyfriend if he’s gonna be okay. I’m really about to lay hands on your bitch ass!”

“I’ll be fine,” I told Kevonte. “I’m really sorry about this.”

He gave Jamal a look and Jamal stared back at him until he began to walk away. Once he was gone, Jamal looked at me and said, “Go pay for this shit and then bring your dumb ass outside. Had me out in the car waiting forever on your ass!”

He continued to talk out loud as he walked away from me and everyone near me stared. For the second time that day, I felt so embarrassed. I paid for our items and as I walked back out to his truck, I prayed that he would just drop it and go back to not saying anything to me. I was so afraid of one of us saying something that we couldn’t take back. We were halfway home when he decided to break his silence.

“Did he fuck you?” he asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

“I’m not even answering that,” I replied. “Because you’re not going to believe anything I say anyway.”

“Corey, just be honest with me. Has he ever fucked you or did you give him head or anything?”

“Jamal, he is straight.”

“But you’re attracted to him, right?”

“No!”

“You never mentioned that nigga to me.”

“Because we never talk like that anymore. I try to tell you things and you just tune me out. Jamal, I’m really fed up today. Just leave me alone.”

“You’re fed up? I’m tired of your bullshit, too. I’m tired of your friends always coming over and I’m tired of your bitching! Now, you got some nigga about to fight me up in the damn grocery store!”

“Oh my God! You’re the one who came in trippin’ when I told you he’s just my gym trainer!”

“A gym trainer you never told me about! Is he really even a gym trainer?” He stopped at a red light and waited for me to say something but when I didn’t, he shook his head and said, “You know what, fuck you.”

The moment he said that to me, I realized that he wasn’t the same Jamal Grant that I fell in love with back in high school. That person simply did not exist anymore. The way he said it was so blasé as if he just didn’t care how I would take it. On the rest of the ride home, I didn’t say another word to him. I was so upset that I felt like crying but I kept it all inside. We made it home and I hopped out of his truck and hurried inside our apartment building. I went up to our apartment and into the kitchen and made myself a glass of ice water. When he came in with the grocery bags, something just snapped inside me.

“You need to pack some of your stuff and leave for a day or two,” I told him.

He looked at me and responded, “I pay half the rent in here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re the one with the problem so you should remove yourself from the situation, Jamal. I’m not going to sit here and allow you to talk to me that way. I am an adult just like you are and that means we discuss things in a civil manner. I understand you’re jealous…”

“Jealous?” He smirked and said, “I ain’t jealous of any damn thing. That overgrown ass nigga ain’t shit for me to be jealous over.”

“You pose for pictures and laugh it up with so many other guys yet you can’t stand for me to have a conversation with my gym trainer in a grocery store? You are so wrong. And then you have the audacity to talk to me like some random guy off the streets.”

“Corey…”

“Pack some of your shit right now and go stay with one of your friends. Do you need me to call one of them and ask if it’s okay?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Corey. You might as well get over yourself.” He placed the grocery bags and detergent on the counter before telling me, “Put that stuff up. I gotta go take a piss.”

He left the kitchen and ran upstairs and after I took the few groceries out of the bag and put them away, I went upstairs and into our bathroom. He was at the sink washing his hands so when he looked up into the mirror and saw me standing there, I told him, “I can pack some stuff for you.”

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not either. You’re not getting me out of here so you can bring that punk bitch up in here and you’re not going to go stay with him.”

“See, this is why I don’t tell your insecure ass anything.”

“I’m insecure now?”

“You’ve always been insecure. But I make excuses for your insecurities and I have to stop doing that.”

He laughed a little and asked, “You really are on some shit today, aren’t you?”

“I’m not the one acting like a child today. I’m serious, Jamal. I want you to leave.”

“You say that now and then like thirty minutes later you’re gonna want to do a prank video for YouTube.”

“I guess I’m going to have to prove how serious I am.”

I left the bathroom and went into our bedroom. I pulled one of his luggage bags from his side of our closet and opened it on the floor. When I began snatching some of his clothes down and dropping them into the bag, he pushed me deeper into the closet and shouted, “Don’t touch my fucking clothes! See, there you go playing and shit!”

“I’m not playing with you, Jamal! Get your shit and get the fuck out!”

I stood there and waited for him to pull some of his own clothes down but when he didn’t, I bent down and grabbed a pair of his shoes. He knocked them out of my hand and when I tried to get him out of my way, he punched me. And it wasn’t a light punch or a little smack; he punched me in my mouth with his fist closed as hard as he could. Immediately, the look on his face changed and tears filled his eyes. I was in shock for about a second but the moment I tasted blood; I went crazy on him. I lost count of how many times I hit him back. I kneed him in the balls and when he went down, I ran out of that closet as fast as I could. He was right behind me though and almost caught me as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he said through sobs as he knocked on the door. “Corey, please open the door. I swear to God I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Fuck you, Jamal!” I shouted. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how busted my lip was. I began crying as I screamed, “You motherfucker!”

“Oh my God, baby. I fucked up. I didn’t mean to do that shit. Come out here and hit me as hard as you want to and I promise I won’t do that shit again. Baby, please!”

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone but realized it wasn’t there. I’d left it downstairs on the kitchen counter. As angry as I was with him, I was angrier with myself. I let it get to that point instead of calling one of my friends or his friends to help diffuse our argument or help one of us leave the apartment before it went too far. Still, he crossed a line when he punched me. I just never expected him to ever do something like that to me.

“Corey, please just come out and let me know you’re alright. Don’t go silent on me, baby. I love you so much and you know I would never do some shit like that to you on purpose. I just…I got so mad. It’s all my fault and I promise you I will make it up to you somehow.”

“You can’t.”

“What? What did you say, baby?”

“I said you can’t, Jamal. You can’t make this up to me and you…” I got choked up but continued, “I really need you to go for a walk or a drive right now.”

“I’ll do anything. How long do you want me to go?”

“Go away for two hours. I need like two hours.”

“And you’ll be here when I get back?”

I almost broke down as I lied, “Yeah. I’ll be here, baby.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go downstairs and get some ice for my eye and then I’m gonna go for a drive. I love you, Corey. I love you.”

He waited for me to say it back but after a little while, he gave up and I heard him go downstairs. I listened closely as he moved around in the kitchen and when I heard the front door open and close, I unlocked the door and left the bathroom. I went downstairs and made sure he was gone before I ran back upstairs and packed some clothes and essential items I’d need. I randomly chose a friend in my phone and called to ask if I could stay with her for a little while. She told me I could and I caught a Lyft to her place. That night, I sent a long text to Jamal telling him that we were over and that I’d be back to get my things soon. I then blocked him before he could respond to the text.

“Those boxes are going to storage,” I told the movers as I pointed to the boxes. “Please be careful with them.”

“Yes, sir,” said one of the movers.

“You don’t have to put some of your stuff in storage, Corey,” my friend Nick said to me. “I have enough room for it.”

“Nope. I am only staying with you and Darnell until I can save up enough money to get my own place. That shouldn’t take me long. I’ve already withdrawn my half of the money from me and Jamal’s joint account so it won’t take much added to it to have enough to get my own place.”

“I still can’t believe it’s over between you two. I mean; damn, y’all were together before you even moved out here from back east.”

“I’d been having doubts, Nick. We’d been arguing more and more and when he did what he did…I just didn’t have any option other than this.”

“You’re stronger than me. If Darnell ever hit me, I’d still stay with him with my low self-esteem ass.”

I laughed a little and said, “Darnell would never hit you though. He has too much respect for you to ever do that.”

“Unlike me, huh?” Jamal asked as he entered the apartment.

“You told me you weren’t going to be here, Jamal. I’m calling the police.”

“Baby, wait. I’m not here to hurt you. I just needed to see you in person. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It’s only been two weeks.”

“That is an eternity when it means being away from you. Please, I really need to say some things to you that I probably won’t get to say after you leave this apartment. Can we have a moment alone?”

“Nope, whatever you have to say will have to be said in front of Nick and these movers walking around in here.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He moved closer to me and looked into my eyes as he began, “Corey, I apologize for putting my hands on you. I honestly don’t know what got into me and I have already signed up for counseling. We can put JCGrantENT on pause while we work through this. I can sleep down here on the sofa. I won’t go to any parties or hang out with my boys and I’ll do anything you need me to do. You are my everything, Corey.”

“Are you done?”

Tears rushed to his eyes as he pleaded, “Baby, please take some time to think about this. You know you’re all I have. You were there when my family threw me out. I don’t have anybody else and you know that. Now, I take full responsibility for everything. I know I have work to do and I am going to do it and I know one day I’ll be the man you fell in love with again.” He waited for me to say something but I just looked at him. As if I’d just punched him in his chest, he began breathing heavily as his tears rolled down his face. He placed his hand on his chest and managed to say, “You’re looking at me like this is the last time we’re going to see each other.”

“That’s because it probably is. I have spent the last two weeks trying to come up with a reason to stay with you and…it shouldn’t be that hard. I love you; I know that much. I miss the way things were between us. But baby, there is a disconnection between us and it happened when we were in your truck that day and you told me, ‘fuck you.’ For those words to even leave your mouth the way they did was enough for me to know you lost whatever amount of respect you had left for me. It was that lack of respect that told you it was okay to punch me in my mouth.”

“But Corey…”

“No.” I tried to fight back my tears but once again, the tears won. They streamed down my face as I stared into his eyes and told him, “I would rather be alone than give you another chance. You’re simply not worth it. And I’m not saying that to break you, I’m saying it because it’s the truth and I’ve always kept it real with you. I left my family to move out here and start this life with you. That was your chance, Jamal! That was the opportunity I gave you! It was the only one I was ever willing to give you.”

“What about our platform? Huh? What about the young black gay men who look up to us? We work for foundations that raise money for all kinds of causes. This relationship is bigger than just us, Corey.”

“We’ve been lying to all of our fans and everyone else for a while now. We pretend to be happy for social media and I can’t even remember the last time I actually laughed with you or did a damn prank video that was real and not staged! It’s time for some honesty.”

“And what about our future? We were supposed to get married and you were gonna change your name to Corey McMillan-Grant and…”

“It’s over, Jamal. It’s really over. I think it’s good that you’re going to talk to a counselor and I wish you well, but I love and respect myself too much to be someone’s mental and physical punching bag. It doesn’t matter that you believe you’ll never do it again. The only way to make sure it never happens again is for me to leave you and that’s what I’m doing.”

I was still very angry with him but I felt his pain so I didn’t want to make it worse for him. I gave him a hug and I kissed his cheek and that was what broke him. I honestly did it to comfort him before I left but he took it another way and he cried harder than I’d ever seen him cry before. He went upstairs to the bedroom we used to share and I could still hear him crying as I made sure all of my belongings had been moved from the living room to the moving truck. I actually felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders as I rode away from the building in Nick’s car.

That night, I posted videos on each account we used to let our followers know that JCGrantENT was over and that I was sorry for not being able to provide a positive example for those who looked to us for guidance, comfort and even a safe place to share their thoughts and stories. I thanked them for their support and I was very careful not to go into detail about what happened because I did not want to hurt any future business opportunities for Jamal. After saying everything I needed to say, I called it a night and climbed into bed in Nick and Darnell’s guest room.

I was just about to drift off to sleep when my phone vibrated. I unlocked it to see it was because I’d gotten a notification from Instagram. One of my closest friends from home had posted a pic of me and Jamal from our senior prom night and had tagged me in it. I laughed a little to myself as I said quietly, “End of an era.”

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

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52. Part 3

I regret complaining that nobody was calling, well I got called in the middle of the night. Now I am tired as hell “that was stressful” Zen said “don’t even want to talk about it, I feel useless when we lose someone. It’s hard, you know. Just glad to be out of the scrubs, I need some time to just process and then I guess, to the next” Zen poked his bottom lip out “let’s go and have a drink in the staff room, come. Before you go home” I have no Maurice and Reign so I might as well go for a drink “just a latte for me, you are making it” I said as I placed my bag over my shoulder “I will of course, it was touch and go though. Like I was thinking, yes she is going to make it and then no, I was nervous, but you tried your best” Zen is right “I did, death is inevitable. I know it is part of the job, it can happen. But it’s good to talk about it, but I know I will be ok, I just have to think over what went wrong. I will be fine thanks” Zen held the door open for me “didn’t expect this bitch to be here” Zen said as walked into the staff room “hey Ashanti, working the night shift” Ashanti put a finger up at Zen “why are you so rude, hey Robz. Sit with me, and yes. Doing the lovely night shift, now I am hiding here” sitting across from Ashanti “best way, Zen. That latte better be hot, I mean it. He doesn’t warm the milk right at all, I like mine hot. Like my men” Ashanti cackled “you heard her and make me one. How is you? I heard boo, sorry” I blew out air “it’s sad, I tried my best but that flat line was there to stay. I am ok, I tried my best but it’s always sad. Someone’s sister, niece, mother, daughter there but it is what it is. It is sad, but how are you? Found a man yet or you still got booty calls?.”

Ashanti waved me off “I don’t bother, I rather not give these men are title. They are all trash, I can’t even deal. I rather get my daily dick appointment and be done with it” I chuckled “you are so funny, it’s hard to find a decent man” shaking my head “I’m decent?” Zen had to add himself in “sure, anyways” I laughed saying “rude, not every man is trash. Ashanti just prefers to be single” here Zen goes putting his opinion on something he doesn’t know “no, that is wrong because if the right man comes along he will change that” I shrugged saying “did you change?” Zen retorted back at me, I pointed at him “knew you would say that but no, I changed him” I smirked saying “but was you a player? I mean like me, when you was single like me?” Ashanti asked “erm, I wouldn’t say I am? I don’t know, maybe. I felt like I wasn’t but then I did blow off, not with my mouth” I pointed out as we all laughed out “but I did, I mean play them off, men are stupid but also scary so I didn’t play them on too much. I think my fear made me stray away from them, my mom installed the fear in me. I had one guy when I was younger saying he would kill me if I wasn’t his, so my step dad walked with me every day from school. I was so ugly then too. But I wanted to be what I am now so men were on a back burner, I was into my books. I mean you can’t get to where you are by just chasing a man. Also, I am a horrible drunk, my friends all said I am a different Robyn when I am drunk and they all hated it. They say I rile up men, I play on their feelings. Get them angry, so drunk Robyn is not good” Zen placed my glass down “Jesus, let’s not ever get you drunk. That is scary, but drinking does bring out a different side, so that is inside of you. But when you do that, you need good friends around” Zen said as he walked off to get his drink “you do, I have a best friend Leon. And Maurice and I, we had a argument. And I was upset, he took me to Vegas to drown my sorrows. And as I explained what I am like, he has got like a new man in his life, so he knew I was upset but I was left to my devices. But I am a grown woman so I can’t blame him, well I feel I can’t. So anyways I have been drunk calling Maurice throughout this, I mean obviously he is who I want. I don’t remember telling him where I was anyways, so I did what drunk Robyn did and upset a guy, I left to go back to the hotel with a girl, a friend of his new man, she helped. I went to the bar in the hotel. The guy followed us with his friends” Ashanti gasped “I know, I mean I didn’t then. So I was upset speaking to the guy in the bar. The guy grabbed me from the club, I had the worst mark on my arm from it, the barman saved me. He honestly saved me from something that would have destroyed me. Maurice saw the footage, I never did. He was devastated, he was on the verge of tears what he saw. He hates Leon for it, but I don’t want to feed that and say I am upset with Leon, I am an adult. But inside I am a little upset with Leon, we haven’t spoken in a while, he is busy with his thing but I am also not happy, still I think about it” Ashanti placed her hand over her chest “Robyn, I thought that was going to go sideways” Ashanti blew out air “yeah, I didn’t ever say this to Maurice because he doesn’t like what he did, but I do feel like he left me and I have been playing it off. He knows me, he knows what I am like. So yeah” I have never said this to Maurice at all or spoke on it like I am now.

Zen and Ashanti looked relieved that I didn’t say the worst scenario “I think that is bad on his end to leave you, he like knew you was upset and I don’t know you but he should know you. Like you said you’re an awful drunk, as a friend he should know that and to not take you to Vegas? Was he trying to make you forget him? Who does that? Vegas is the devil we know that, doesn’t he like him?” Ashanti is spewing out all these questions now “he better like him, my man has done a lot for him, but he wanted me to get back at him plus yeah, forget him. I feel like he let me down, but I am an adult. I don’t know, it’s just drama I never wanted with him, but we haven’t spoken in so long” I sighed out “maybe he feels bad? Adult or not, he took you there and knew you was upset, period. I am glad that story didn’t take a turn” Ashanti shook her head “I feel like a bad friend but I do need to bring it up with him, you know” picking up the glass “I understand why Maurice would be angry, I would be angry. Like I only have a girlfriend and I would still be angry that her friend took her Vegas to forget me, that’s wild” Zen said which made me laugh “Maurice and I are not married you know?” I pointed out “I knew that I mean I didn’t. I thought you was. I swear I read that you were?” I shook my head “I am engaged to him, but it’s nice to hear other people feel and think the same as me, its kind of upset me in a way. I agree with Maurice but didn’t want to admit that to Maurice, I still think about it till this day” I sighed out “but tell me about this girlfriend!?” I spat, Zen busted out laughing “oh god, now my turn. I have only been with her for a month. I let her borrow my car and I told you my car is in repair. She crashed it, it was a mistake, she reversed back and broke the back of it. I didn’t say because it was dumb, I was so angry. Now you know why, I didn’t crash it” I can’t stop laughing “how the hell you reverse back into something, she seems funny though” Ashanti said “funny? Man, I was so angry, I was like I have to work!! Uber costs me” poor Zen “but you’re still with her? You lowkey like her?” I added “mhmm, whatever” he shrugged, he does like her a lot and it’s cute to see but she seems very basic.

“How is little Reign? Is she still ruling the home?” I blew out air shaking my head “she walks, well on and off, I am still livid I never got to witness my daughter crawl, as if the floor wasn’t good for her, she just refused to do it. I guess it wasn’t good enough to do but she is in Spain with her dad” Ashanti’ eyes widened “I am not going to lie, I am being real. But I wouldn’t work, if I had that lifestyle, it’s different to see that you want to do it. I like it, and you are so nice. I am glad to have gotten to know you” I cooed out “that is so nice to hear, moving to New York was so scary to me. I was so happy to be in Anaheim, I didn’t want to leave, and I still miss it but I have met you all, and I love it. But just to add Zen, Maurice hates you, he doesn’t like you already” I laughed “what!? Why?” Zen spat “because he loves his woman, clearly stupid. Nigga, come on. No guy will like you; I mean we barely do and I still don’t like you. And I’ve known you for three years, but I thought you was gay” I laughed at Ashanti, she is hilarious “because I like to look after myself? Fuck you, I swear. Why do girls think that shit” he is not happy “I am not saying anything” I shook my head “but back to your friend, I think you should talk to him, you need to tell him how you feel. It’s distressing on what happened to you. He should have known you as a friend but say it to him. It’s nice to talk about it” I smiled at her “I feel better to speak about it, sometimes I can’t tell Maurice because it can cause even more issues because he’s still my friend, it’s so late at night and now I can’t be bothered to leave” I chuckled, I mean I have nobody at home anyways.

I ended up staying at Mami’ home, Reign was not happy, and I was equally as tired so we both stayed here “who said this parenting thing is hard? You think daddy looks too skinny?” Reign held my leg as she hit into me “what I tell you about walking Reign, you should wait, it’s not safe” picking Reign up “come here, in your little sun dress. You ready for the outside, well daddy is going to go topless. It’s too warm out there, but do I look skinny” Reign pointed at my nose “that is my nose baby” Reign started mumble something “shall we go and eat? Mami is waiting for us?” Reign shook her head; she is determined to say no to everything. Placing my feet in my slides “you know what Reign; daddy loves Spain so much. The weather here is beautiful, I mean look at it. Just breeze and sun” walking towards the balcony “and Reign, listen to me baby. Stop doing your own thing” stepping onto the balcony “daddy’ home is there” I pointed “happy memories for papa” pressing a kiss to her cheek “let’s go anyways, you are being un-socialable because you have a sun dress on” this girl likes the sound of her own voice “just me and you, forever. You know that right? Like I am enjoying this so much more, I am happy Reign” I haven’t felt like this in a while now because things have been so shit.

Looks like they are having breakfast outside “Buenos dias Maurice” Mami said “Buenos dias” I said back making my way to her “we waited for you” Franco said “thank you, sorry. I was dressing Reign” pulling the chair out “where is papa?” sitting down at the table next to Franco “he went to open up the store, he is working there. He said he will see you later” nodding my head, placing Reign on my lap “Buenos dias Reign, hello” Mami waved at her, Reign is just staring at her “you are thinking who am I, but it’s ok Reign. You got your daddy’ ears” Mami touched her ears, Reign gave a slight smile “you really do, he has big ears” Reign just did cheese like we asked “nobody want to see your gums Mi Amor” she is crazy, wiping the drool from her chin “you enjoy being a dad?” Franco asked “yes, honestly. I would take this over anything, the love you get from your child is so pure. The word da, just melts my heart. I am happy. I think I am happy here, in Spain that is. It’s peace, look at it. No trouble, no suit. No phone calls, it’s peaceful. And I am changing the subject here but I needed to get away, it’s a lot” I mumbled “but we here now, get some sun and have some fun with this one” Reign tried to grab the cutlery “no ma’am” moving them away from her “we will speak later, let’s eat as a family shall we?” nodding my head, that is if Reign lets me eat.

I grinned at Franco while Mami massaged sun cream on my back “Necesitas proteger tu piel, what is funny Franco?” Mami said to him “nothing Mami, you treating him like a baby. I know his skin needs protecting” Reign is just staring at me, she is staring at Mami rubbing sun cream on my back “you like Franco, is he nice?” she actually let him hold her, reaching my hand touching little sandals “daddy does well don’t he, he can do hair? Can’t he?” Reign snatched her sun hat from her head “that is it” Mami slapped my back “is it waterproof? We can take Reign in the pool, look at those inflatables baby. You want to go on those, come on” undoing her sandals “who cares if your sundress gets wet, daddy will put a new one on you. Smelly feet” taking off her first sandal, smelling her sandal “eeewww” Reign giggled at me, placing the sandal at the side of me and then undoing her other one “she is cute Maurice, I am glad you are back. Mami misses you, and I am not even jealous. Her love is different with you” picking Reign from Franco “Mi Amor, and I respect you for that. Let’s go in the pool” walking towards the pool.

Like I knew, I knew Reign would enjoy the water. Wrapping Reign in the towel “nap time for you?” she stifled out a yawn, my baby is tired “Maurice, my brother hugo is here” looking up from Reign, ok there is a lot of people here now. Getting up from the chair with Reign “Maurice” Hugo said “last time I saw you, you were this small. Welcome back to Spain” shaking his hand “it’s been a long time, I was told to keep away, I am back now” I kind of remember him “I don’t think you remember but this is Isla, you used to both play together, this is her husband Mark” I laughed “I don’t remember at all, I am sorry but nice to meet you, and you” shaking their hands “this is my youngest daughter Elena, she is not so young” he has pretty daughters “nice to meet you, I hope you have heard all good stories about me” I chuckled “well dad told me some things of you” his youngest daughter said “good things? Your dad is a good man, he always took care of me. When my dad was busy, I am glad you all came over. This is my daughter, Reign. She is tired” turning her around “awww, she is so pretty. Hi bebe, awww beautiful. She is not yours” Elena said, I busted out laughing “you’re cheeky, that is funny. She is being so grumpy, it’s her nap time right now. Ain’t it” Reign turned her head away; she is needing her nap.

I remained in the room while Reign slept, there is no crib so I stayed here and then I tried to ring Robyn, she isn’t picking up but I checked the cameras and she came home in the early hours so I am guessing she is asleep still because of night shift. Hearing a light knock on the door “yes?” looking up at the door “it’s mami, Vienes con nosotros a la playa” she said as my phone started to ring, Robyn is calling. Answering the call “hey Bonita, one second. Sí lo hare, just give me a moment I am coming” Mami smiled leaving the room “I know that means yes, what you saying yes too pootie? I miss you, how is my baby. I mean Reign not you” I chuckled “Mami asking me to go to the beach with her and Reign is having her nap, she is very tired from being in the pool, she got all sassy with me. I got her sun dress on, she turned into some diva, I was like, girl. Relax. We went in the pool, we are having fun so yeah, it’s going ok. How are you?” I asked “me, I am ok. Missing my babies, a lot, the home is quiet. I got called in last night, even though I wasn’t supposed to be I said you know what, do it. Extra hours with nobody here and erm, the lady died under my watch, and I felt like shit” letting out an oh “I am so sorry baby, oh god. That is awful” she must be so sad about it “I know but it’s life, I have to get over it but I thought I could, but we learn and move on, I tried but yeah. That is my weekend. I am happy you are having a good time, I saw the picture of Reign in her sun dress, she looks so happy, you feeling ok?” look at my baby, even though she is not having a good time, she is still asking me if I am ok “I feel relaxed thank you, wish you was here. I wanted to ask you” I want to say ask “if I could stay one more night?” I am not going to demand, I have to say it right “uhm, why not. You’re there now, but just one more night, I want you back. I need a hug from you” I feel bad “we will soon Bonita, I promise you. Thank you for not biting at me” I did think Robyn would have said no and got angry at me “why would I? Don’t think that, I am happy to hear you are ok. I love you so much and I want the best for you” that made me smile “thank you, I love you too. Can’t wait to hug you” she is probably feeling bad about what happened, bless her heart.

I know all the roads here, like it feels just home to me “how is your papa? I have not seen him in so long here, where is he?” Hugo asked “he is in Texas; he is getting ready for me to take over. Exciting right?” looking over at him “it’s a good thing, he has prepared you for this moment you know that? When I met you, you were five. And you were shy, and I said to Marquis. I said are you sure he is wanting that, he said he will be prepared to do it, he is a Davenport. I always thought you would have done something different, just because you was running away from your father so much” I shrugged “I was running but I didn’t get far at all, my dad wanted this for me and I guess this is my destiny but I am happy, now I have Reign and Robyn, they both keep me happy. But it’s so scary to have that weight of the company, yes I renovated the look of the company and the feel of it but my dad had me, I don’t have that anymore Hugo, it’s me that it falls on, so it’s bittersweet, to me anyways, you know my daughter, she is not me. I know her already, and she is going to be not bothered about the public. And I love her for that, I would never make her do this but she is not shy” I like that she is happy with Elena, Reign is letting Elena hold her “you doubt yourself too much, you did that company. You made it what it is now, forget the safety net. You go with what is on your mind, you had a big dream. Dubai was big, you made it happen. You can do it, without Marquis” Hugo is right, but I still like my dad to have my back.

I would like to know where Robyn gets these things from, like this bikini set. I didn’t want to put it on her but, how can I not do it. Reign is very much intrigued by sand so I have to watch she don’t put it in her mouth, seeing a shadow get in the way of the sun. Looking up squinting my eyes “can I join?” Isla asked “sure, no need to ask. I suck at making sandcastles so she ain’t getting that at all” I laughed “you did suck at doing them when we was kids, that you kicked mine over all the time” I laughed at the fact I do remember that “fun times, what are you doing with yourself now? I vaguely remember you; I don’t actually remember you looking like this?” I pointed “my blonde hair, I coloured but funny enough I work for you in London, I am your European publicist. But I dealt with your dad, but you are the new boss so surprise” my eyes widened “no way? Dad never told me that, ok. That is cool, so you moved there then. Do we pay well, that is funny. My dad did a lot for you all” looking over at Reign, she is staring at her feet “he is family, so is you. Just my dad was a little angry at the fact he was married in America as well as here, but he made up for it. Apologised, gave me a job anyways. I always asked Tía, he looks like his dad. No Spanish, I didn’t know you wasn’t Paula’ at all” ducking my head as I felt splashes of water behind me “Elena, stupid!” Isla said “estúpida” I pointed at Elena “let’s stick to stupid” Elena sat down next to Reign “she is spoilt and refuses to learn Spanish because she also lives in England so she can’t be bothered” can tell she is spoilt “you’re rich and famous, get my followers up on insta. I mean we are supposed to be family. I mean if you class us as that?” I smirked “I don’t know you; I know Isla. I mean barely so, since she is blonde, you can’t have anything” I laughed.

I hope my daughter is not this annoying when she is older “follow me then! Come on” Elena rested against my shoulder watching me “but then I have to see your face on my feed?” I don’t want to follow her actually “you followed Isla!! Don’t be rude, come on” rolling my eyes follow her, she won’t leave me alone if I don’t “yay! Thank you. Come let’s take a picture, all of us together. Get up, come on” Elena ran off, looking over at Mami with Reign and she got up. So did I “how do you even deal with Elena” Franco pointed “I don’t, I am just complying to shut her up” Elena waved us over “hurry up, it’s on timer” standing next to Franco, crossing my arms across my chest waiting “1, 2, 3 cheese!!” Elena shouted which made me smile because I know Reign will be smiling because of that word, hearing Reign yelp out. Walking around Franco “what are you screaming about, come here” taking her from Mami “she wants her papa” it’s going to get cold, I need to put something on her “Maurice, come on. Take a selfie with us” fixing Reign in my arms “so you can use me for your Instagram, nope” Elena scoffed “look come on, it’s right there” shaking my head “hurry up” placing my arm around Elena, Reign is staring at the phone “baby, do cheese” I smiled “wait for me” Isla quickly stood in front, Elena quickly took the picture “it’s not for the gram, it’s for memories so bye!” shaking my head.

“Would you like anything else to drink?” the waiter asked “no thank you” I smiled “I just wanted to say Hugo, thank you for the meal. For paying of course, for coming. It was nice to see you all, Reign had fun” Hugo smiled at me “call this a gift from me to you, congratulations on the business. Give Isla a raise” I laughed at him saying that “I didn’t know she even worked for us, I will get to know more of the company. So places like the UK, I will be visiting so you can show me around” feeling my phone buzz in my pocket, digging into my pocket, getting my phone out. Seeing Elena tagged me in a post, unlocking my phone as it bought the picture up “what you think?” Elena asked “it’s nice actually, your picture taking skills are good” liking the picture, screenshotting the post and uploading the picture of Isla, myself and Elena with Reign cheesing, she is so cute “I will claim you” I said, captioning the post ‘Fun times in Spain’ I don’t do this caption business, I like that picture a lot it looks good “you have to meet us Maurice, I will show you around London!!” Elena spat “I will promise to come by and see you all” I have a lot of visiting to do.

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