#loby music

[omegaremix]

Summer 2021 Mixtape.

DMX ft. Griselda: “Hood Blues”

Mount Westmore: “Step Child”

Sal Dulu ft. Fly Anakin: “Zumo”

Prodigy ft. Knxwledge: “The Good Fight”

Ho99o9: “Prey Or Pray”

Pete Rosenberg ft. Method Man & Raekwon & Willie The Kid: “Next Chamber”

Cypress Hill: “Band Of Gypsies”

Nickelus F & Ohbliv:“Might As Well”

L’il Ugly Mane: “Addict”

B0nds: “Misty Dawn”

Benny The Butcher ft. Freddie Gibbs: “One Way Flight”

Conway The Machine ft. El Camino: “Forever Droppin’ Tears”

Dabrye ft. Clear Soul Forces: “Sysfo Ridin’”

Obnox: “Concrete Rose” (Stoneflower RMX)

Flatbush Zombies: “Dirty Elevator Music”

Bronze Nazareth & Recognize Ali: “Season Of The Seven”

Termanology & Shortfyuz: “T2”

JPEGMAFIA: “Baby I’m Bleeding”

Kyron: “Who Shot Rudy”

clipping.:“Say The Name”

Nnamdi Ogbonnaya: “Gimme Gimme”

Snowy ft. Jason Williamson: “Effed”

Dark Time Sunshine:“The Rite Kids”

Ho99o9: “Pray Or Prey”

Lungs ft. Olasegun: “Bowcasters”

Tyler The Creator: “Wilshire”

DMX ft. Jay Z & Nas: “Bath Salts”

Dabrye: “Nova”

Heavy Joker: “Rainy Day”

Freeway: “Abahambi”

Arena: Scrichell Cat

Asiko: “Lagos City”

Terry Callier: “You Don’t Care”

Joe Thomas: “Mr. Mumbles”

Steve Gray: “The Double Take”

Creative Funk: “Funk Power”

Sonny Fortune: “Come In Out Of The Rain”

Donald Byrd: “I Feel Like Loving You Today”

Breath Of Life: “Keep In Touch”

Michael Soward: “Standing On The Top”

Sengerema (Kagunga) S.D.A. Choir: “Simba Wa Yuda”

Awa Paulo: “Mido Yirima”

William Onyeabor: “Atomic Bomb”

Francis Bebey: “Di Saegi”

SK Kakraba (Lobi): “Darifu”

Charles A. Chepwonky: “Kas Imam O Pilista”

Hallo Dawe: “Neighbors”

Alhaja Queen Salawa Abeni & Her Waka Moderniser: “Mo Ti Goke”

Mahmoud Guinia: سَاسْتْ دِيمَانْيُو

Na Hawa Doumbia: “Abayetidu Ma”

Awalom Gebremariam: “Desdes”

Awa Paulo: ”Djara Wilam”

Knocked Loose: “Damned Earth”

Incendiary: “Silence Is A Sentence”

Body Count: “The Hate Is Real”

Sworn Enemy: “Integrity Defines Strength”

Harm’s Way: “Call My Name”

Knocked Loose: “D.T.A.H.”

Sanction: “sixhundredandthirtyone”

City Of Industry: “Your Rope, Europe”

Hangman: “Worthless”

False Maria: “L.A. Sucks”

Pleasure Corps: “Death And Love Can Both Be Bought”

Moonbeam Terror: “Revenant”

Valentina Artaud / Monochromatic: “Rigor Romance”

Lana Del Rabies: “The Ides Of March”

Chelsea Wolfe & Emma Ruth Rundle: “Anhedonia”

Sharon Van Etten & Angel Olsen: “Like I Used To”

Nicole Dollanganger: “Chapel”

Mrs. Piss: “Knelt”

Guerilla Toss: “Eraser Stargazer Forever”

cumgirl8: “Waffles”

Conditioner Disco Group: “(Don’t Gotta’) Raise A Family”

Child’s Pose: “L’il Snitch”

Buzzcocks, The: “Everybody’s Happy Nowadays”

Captain Sensible: “Wot”

Hum: “Desert Rambler”

Neurosis: “Takeanase”

Pill: “Sin Compromiso”

Tapes: “Tape V” + “Old Pan Sound”

[clickvibes]

New Music: Gdzilla - 'High Tension'

Jonzing World, the renowned home to superstars like Rema and Ruger, introduces its latest signee, Gdzilla, with new single titled, High Tension. Listen to High Tension, here share and enjoy . https://youtu.be/sZxoTisJFKo Lyrics High Tension - Gdzilla ... Lyrics added by DTIR Godzilla High tension Africa (Intro) Hmmm hmmm Mmmm Hmmm hmmm Mmmm Hmmm hmmm Mmmm (Verse 1) Many things dey for my mind But I no fear Blessings dey come lodun yii Ooo maa de loud Ariwo ooja ni kode shey fi s’araku Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah!!!) I’ve been on the road ooo 20 kilometres Na it be the mouse (na it be the mouse) Eeehh (Chorus) I just want to ball like Lukaku Korin kodaku music nima bakuu Pass me the back wood (Cough) Omo s’ogbadun Eto t’epe safu Billing nimo safun Omoge jor dakun Won ode shey safun Feeling ni Dejavu Etete k’esofun the blessing na double Form a big circle This war-ning na sample Throw me some passes oo malo ma ghahu See as I dey give them High Tension And we dey give them full pressure From the West to the East and the North to the South them dey chop am like ketchup We love to win then we the forth And we they give them full pressure Gbedu por jaburata don’t tell thank youu You don’t need to mention (Verse 2) It’s been a long way coming I never see it coming Just wan be dis-turbing from night to the morning I thought I feeled I’m lucky give them gbedu tanba lobi Oluwa lo nshomi Course I know say I’m a sinner Life no be same thing just take a Good deeper Olorun I’m a winner I hope you dey feel am? Emini (Gdzilla!!!!) (Chorus) Eeehh!!!!!! I just want to ball like Lukaku Korin kodaku music nima bakuu Pass me the back wood (Cough) Omo s’ogbadun Eto t’epe safu Billing nimo safun Omoge jor dakun Won ode shey safun Feeling ni Dejavu Etete k’esofun the blessing na double Form a big circle This warning na sample Throw me some passes oo malo ma ghahu (Pre-Chorus) 2x See as I dey give them High Tension And we dey give them full pressure From the West to the East and the North to the South them dey chop am like ketchup We loves to win then we the forth And we they give them full pressure Gbedu por jaburata don’t tell thank youu You don’t need to mention. (Outro) Hmmm hmmm Mmmm Hmmm hmmm Mmmm Hmmm hmmm Mmmm Read the full article

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[g0om]

times im not loby ojly alsone: spring walking around with jo music theres a bit of wind, walking home fromg ehtbe grocery store, waiting for pot ckffee to bpil, sittinv in hot outside thermal bafh, on the bus foinf homw when ifs 5pm im layign tgfown thatywhy i cant type sorry

u knkw the whole theres a differnece bteteween being lonwly and alone its truw but im increbidly lonely also

[lensaarahmyad]

Baru perasan dah masuk November 2019. Dan untuk bulan ini tiba tiba terjebak dengan satu projek sederhana kecil kecilan. Butiran pementasan tunggu update yang akan datang, cuma sekarang nak cerita sikit apakah projek ini. Acara ini adalah satu projek showcase PERCUMA, di mana akan ada sketsa, monolog, puisi, dan muzik, untuk kami bermain seni tanpa main-main. Harapannya adalah untuk cari semula makna pentas dengan cara kembali pada asas. Semoga yang menyertai dan menghadiri dapat manfaat dan Tuhan turunkan rahmat. InsyaAllah. #projeclobbey #theatre #santai #project #lobi #pentas #intim #art #poetry #dance #music #showcase #exhibition #free #admission #masuk #percuma #jimat #dahlah #toomanyhashtags #arrasyideen (at Sponsored) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4XjgTYn35Y/?igshid=lrgu6x0f7rk6

[dilfchaser69999]

i know y’all love sex music & so do i here’s some of my top favourites that i listen to like almost every day

also listen to chase atlantic pls

[nothing-is-relevent-but-it-is]

Yeah! The fact that Dream always engaged Ghostbur in whatever he was talking about just- makes me emotional. I don't know if Dream knew snow would hurt the ghost. However, in every other case right up until the revival scene, no, right up until he saw Tommy's axe, Dream was kind to Ghostbur.

Hey, so I know you asked me this already, but I'm curious now: what are your own favorite Dreambur AUs to think/write about?

The Manhunt Verse, obviously, and it's mostly just thoughts scattered through Anon asks and posts at the moment. I written some stuff down but not everything. Hunter!Dream is such an ahole at first but something draws him to Wilbur and he's soon teaching Wilbur how to survive in their world, honing his skills as a hunter and getting him ready to go on a hunt. Wilbur slowly adapts to Hunter!Dream's ways and soon something blossoms between them.

Love playing with the idea of a little semi BDSM game happening between Dream and Wilbur during the era of Pogtopia as well. It certainly was healthy, considering the state of one and the growing state of the other, and it certainly wasn't as safe and refines as BDSM play should be. They switched who was in control and it's always going to be the small stuff like Dream on his knees for Wilbur and some praise kink and a little humiliation kink. It's never going to be anything too heavy since their rules aren't refine, set, or followed.

I also like the idea of an AU where Wilbur was not supposed to die when he exploded the country. Wilbur was supposed to live and he and Dream were going to rule together but when Phil showed up and Wilbur, in his degraded mental state, saw the disappointment in his father's eyes (something that Wilbur did not/could not stand to live with) he chose death. This caught Dream off guard and broke his heart because despite everything, despite him telling himself not to, he started to genuinely fall for Wilbur and it was all ripped away from him. He grieved Wilbur, built him a grave, and turned into the Dream of the exile arc.

I like to also think about Dream and Ghostbur as well. I like to think about how Dream would've felt something toward him but kept shoving it down and reminding himself that 'Wilbur is dead. This may look like Wilbur but it isn't.' But he couldn't quite do it properly. Dream was never mean to Ghostbur was he? He was always nice to him. I like to think that Dream sent Ghostbur away, not only to prevent him from telling people of the beach party but also to keep Ghostbur from witnessing the darker side of Dream that he started to show. I also like to think Dream kept an eye on Ghostbur while he was wondering around, like he tracked him down to check on him and eventually gifted him Friend. (Or put Friend in Ghostbur's path to find) How Dream retrieved and delivered Friend back to Ghostbur when Friend died. (Obviously these feelings would change once Dream realized that the revival process worked and he could have Wilbur back.)

I like the Musician!Wilbur and Millionaire!Dream meet in a bar little headcanon that I made the other day and I also like the Detective!Dream and Serial Killer!Wilbur headcanon as well. They're both more IRL-y but they're solid ideas and I might write something in the future if the mood strikes.

Those are about all that I can remember at this time (it's early lol)

[partymangle2019]

Reblog if you want Music Man in Security Breach! (And tag 5 blogs)

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[joyfulunion]

Lobie - unpla$ed

Lobie’s latest self-released album ‘unpla$esd’ is a collection of deep space synthesizer expeditions and abstract beat vignettes sequenced to both quell and intrigue the human brain.

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[january-glooms]

10

ah yes, our birth month, we share so much and i wouldn't have it any other way. you have been with me during the hard times, god when we met i was falling apart and now mutually thanks to you i am doing so much better. you are my sunshine, truly, you are. i love you so much and i can't wait until you're living within a distance i could cross whenever i miss you. you have an impeccable music taste, make amazing moodboards and are just a great person. i am so happy that i know you, i mean how could i not? you looked up sranan for me, sisa mi lobi

[quasaspepertje]

#AlfabetSoep Mini Fest was a #blessing. Dank aan iedereen die verantwoordelijk is voor dit fijn gevoel. #Lobi #spokenword #rap #songwriting #hiphop #music #writing #DJ #itsok 📸 by Raymond van la Parra (bij Alfabet Soep)

[cluboftigerghost]

FROM THE ARCHIVES - 2018 Midori Takada is a composer and percussionist from Tokyo, whose prolific work is characterised by its minimalism, uniquely rich texture and elegance. Exposed to African drumming while living in Berlin in 1980s sparked a life-long relationship with the sound and past work includes Mkwaju Ensemble and collaboration with musicians from around Africa and Asia, including Kakraba Lobi from Ghana and Korean zither player Chi Seong-Ja. The overwhelming success of reissues on WRWTFWW in 2017 have just just how loved Midori's work is and has thankfully led to an influx of European live dates. Rarely know to give interviews in English, or curate mixes we're blessed to offer both here. Read her words, translated into Japanese, alongside Midori's selection consisting of music that she either produced solo and with others or albums she featured on. Interview: https://ift.tt/3ewTeQg

[formidnine]

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23/10/20

“Hendra.”

“Halo? Ya, kak?”

“Lo di rumah gak?”

“Enggak, kak. Lagi di kosan. Kenapa?”

“Gue ke sana ya.”

“Semalem ini? Dari kampus?”

“Ga bisa ya?”

“Lo bukannya dijemput ama Kak Jul-“

“Julian ga jadi bisa jemput gue.”

Hening. Gak tau berapa lama, tapi cukup buat bisa denger detak jantung gue sendiri.

“Boleh nunggu gak 30 menit? Gue jemput ke sana sekarang.”

“Ya lo bolak-balik dong… Dari Kemanggisan ke Pejaten lumayan, Hen.”

“Gapapa, habis dari kampus kita ke mana kek. Tunggu ya, jangan gerak. Gue ganti baju sekarang. See you.”

*pip*

Gue cengok, ngeliatin layar hp gue dengan heran. Gue mesti ngapain nunggu setengah jam? Kampus udah gelap gini… Masih ada Esther dan Judi sih di lab. Mereka nginep, ngerjain tugas.

Gue menghela nafas pasrah. Daripada gue buang duit mesen Gojek, mending gue nungguin Hentong sambil lanjut nugas di lab bareng yang lain. Hitung-hitung ada company juga kan.

Gue balik masuk ke dalam kampus, ditanyain Joko di tengah jalan kenapa gue ga jadi pulang. Gue ketawain aja, gue bilang anginnya terlalu kencang di luar jadi gue gak bisa keluar dari lobi.

“Ga jelas lu, Chi.”

“Sejak kapan wa jelas. Lop yu, Jok.”

Joko tuh emang gitu, staff kampus gue yang paling ngehe. Se-aneh-anehnya Joko, tetep aja orang-orang seneng sama dia. Gak dosen, gak mahasiswa, masih bisa ngehargain dia. Apa yang dibutuhin sama staff yang lain dia selalu bisa kerjain. Lop yu, Jok.

Dari luar suara speaker lab kedengeran keras. Kayaknya itu berdua stress lagi deh… Gue buka pintu lab dan menemukan dua teman gue sibuk di komputer mereka masing-masing. Gue ngeliat proyeksi di dinding depan kelas, terpampang jelas MVnya K/DA – POPSTAR lagi dimainkan. Secara spesifik, lagi adegan si Ahri duduk di atas mesin cuci.

“Lah, chingu kok balik lagi?” Esther nyaut. Agak keras karena ngelawan speaker kelas.

“Bukannya lu dah pulang tadi?” Judi juga nyaut, matanya aja yang keliatan dari sudut pandang gue gara-gara ketutupan monitor.

“Cowok gue ga jadi jemput tadi. Jadi gue nungguin temen gue yang jemput otw ke sini.” gue jelasin singkat sambil jalan balik ke komputer gue.

Entah Esther nyadar ada yang off dari nada bicara gue atau enggak, tapi dia langsung jawab dengan nada simpatik gitu.

“Yaudah, Chi. Lu lanjut texturing aja sambil nge-POPSTAR di sini. Sambil nunggu temen lu, maksud gua.”

“Udah berapa kali kalian loop ini sih anjir hahaha.”

“Ga tau anjir dah ga keitung. Berapa Jud kira-kira?”

“I don’t fucking know and I don’t fucking care yang penting POPSTAR tetep bikin gue waras ngerjain ini sampe pagi.”

“Ntap.” Jujur, lumayan kehabisan kata-kata untuk ngerespon. Struggle menuju deadline dalam 2 minggu memang gak main-main.

Gue taruh tote bag gue di bawah meja dan mulai ngebuka save file kerjaan terakhir tadi siang. Lumayan selama 30 menit, sepertinya gue bisa kelar bikin detil tekstur kulit naga gue. Itu pun kalau gak ke-distract sama youtube…

Gue narik kedua tangan gue ke atas, stretching my thin bones out yang udah kaku di atas kursi biru ini entah berapa lama. Gue menghela nafas berat, mata gue tertuju ke arah jam di pojok kanan bawah desktop.

09:35.

Gak berasa udah setengah jam aja.

“Hentong dah di mana ya…” ucap gue halus, lebih bertanya-tanya ke diri sendiri.

Pas banget setelah gue mempertanyakan itu, layar HP gue nyala. Ada tanda masuk call WA dari dia.

Anehnya, gue lebih excited dari yang gue kira.

“Halo?”

“Gue dah di parkiran, kak.”

“Oh, oke! Tunggu bentar yaa.”

“Siiip.”

Setelah gue end call, gue langsung simpan progress gue dan nge-copy filenya ke dalam HD. Komputer gue matiin, botol minum dan hp gue masukin ke dalam tas. Setelah making sure meja gue rapi dan semua perangkat udah mati, gue pamit sama Esther dan Judi, gue bilang udah nyampe jemputannya.

“Ganbatte ya, guys!” tentu saja tidak lupa dengan kalimat penyemangatnya.

Gue bergegas turun ke bawah, gak mau bikin Hendra nunggu lebih lama dari semenit kalau bisa. Gue tuh paling gak enakan bikin orang nunggu, udah lagi dia dari Kemanggisan kan.

Tapi jujur untuk yang kali ini, gue gak bisa bedain gue ga enak atau gue yang excited…

Gue pamit ke Joko dan pak satpam di luar sebelum akhirnya gue masuk ke dalam mobil honda civic merahnya Hendra.

Yang pertama kali gue notice setelah gue duduk di sampingnya adalah pengharum beraroma kopi di mobil dia. Gue liat ke kaca spion, di situ digantung kantong pengharum berbahan karung goni yang isinya biji kopi asli, itu gue beliin buat dia seminggu lalu.

“Selamat malam, mbak. Ke Cibubur yah?”

Suara berat yang nyeleneh itu mengangkat perhatian gue ke arah wajah panjangnya.

Meskipun gelap, tapi senyuman manisnya dan tahi lalat kecil di dagu kirinya jelas terlihat.

Ya Tuhan andaikan abang Gojek ada yang secakep ini—WOY.

“Iya mas, betul. Gak usah ngebut ya di jalan, santai aja.”

Hendra cuma ketawa. Ngakak puas gitu, matanya sampai hampir hilang. Gue senyum dengerin ketawanya dia sambil masang seat belt, agak bangga karena udah bikin dia seneng. You know, for humoring him.

“Stylish banget, Hen, kayak mau ke Grando aja haha.” Gue komen setelah ngeliat dia pake kemeja putih favoritnya dengan celana beige berbahan chino Uniqlo.

Buka dua kancing pula. Anjing.

“Baju pergi gue di kosan kebetulan sisanya ini, kak.” dia ketawa sambil lanjut muter setirnya buat keluar dari parkiran. Gak lupa dia buka jendelanya dulu buat pamit ke pak satpam sebelum mobil kami masuk ke jalan raya. “Sisanya masih di laundry.”

Ya Tuhan padahal dia bisa aja pake kaos biasa…

“Belum balik ke Cibubur lagi kah?”

“Beluuum. Ada tugas kelompok soalnya jadi weekend kemarin gue gak bisa balik pulang.” Dia jawab, nada bicaranya agak tinggi karena kecewa gitu tapi matanya tetap fokus ngeliat kanan kiri pas belokan, “by the way itu kabel AUX pake aja.”

“Owkay.”

Dengan senang hati gue colokin kabelnya ke HP gue. Hm… lagu apa kali ini?

“Jadi itu Kak Julian kok bisa ga jadi jemput kakak?” dia bertanya. Khawatir, buat memecah keheningan juga biar ada topik. Jempol gue masih sibuk nyari lagu apa yang mau dimainkan.

“Tau tuh. Kata dia mendadak ada urusan sama kakaknya.”

“Kakaknya?”

“Ck itu loh yang pernah gue ceritain salah satu orang terkaya di Indonesia. Julius Gamma Barus.”

“Aaaah! Ya ya ya inget.”

Gue memutuskan untuk mainin lagunya One Ok Rock dari playlist wibu gue kali ini. Cuma pas di mobil Hendra aja gue bisa muter lagu J-rock. Kalau sama Julian agak susah, doi lebih demen EDM. Gue juga suka sih tapi cuma ya kalau lagi kangen ama suara teriakannya Taka gak bisa sharing bareng Julian.

“Ciat The Beginning.”

“Yup.”

“Jadi mau kemana kitaaa?” Hendra nanya dengan semangat. Energi dia kayaknya belum kekuras malam ini.

“Beli makan aja terus ke kosan lo, Hen.”

“Oh, seriusan?”

Kenapa dia? Suaranya kayak gak yakin.

“Napa emang?” Gue tanya.

“Udah ngomong ke Kak Julian belum?”

Deg. Agak tersentak.

“Belum.” Suara gue lebih ciut dari yang gue inginkan.

Dan jujur, gue gak mau. Gue gak mau ngabarin Julian. Ngapain? Toh, paling dia baca baru setelah dia bangun besok siang. Toh, dia gak bakal terlalu peduli. Begitu terus kan akhir-akhir ini. Tapi kalau ternyata peduli gimana? Dia bakal ngelarang gue main sama Hendra gak? Dia bakal—

Tangan besar Hendra tiba-tiba ngelus kepala gue. Badai di dalam otak gue seketika sirna begitu saja. Gue membiarkan tangannya melakukan apapun itu untuk menghibur gue, memberikan gue keyakinan kalau apa yang gue lakukan itu… tidak masalah.

“Alright.” jawabnya simple dengan senyuman kecil. Hendra memutuskan untuk tidak memojokkan pilihan gue.

…

…..

Why is he so… how dare he made my heart beating like crazy? I’m speechless.

“I change my mind. Ke KMB aja. Hang out bentar ampe jam 11an, terus anter balik ke apart gue. Gimana?”

Tersenyum lebar dan menunjukkan gigi besarnya itu, mata Hendra terlihat lebih hidup setelah mendengar ide dari gue.

Lucu. Ganteng. Lucu. GANTENG. Ya Tuhan.

“Siaaap!”

Bocah seneng kayak mau diajak pergi outbond.

.

.

.

Di KMB, suasananya masih lumayan rame. Beberapa orang masih pada nongkrong di sana, nikmatin live music dengan beberapa gelas bir. Mata gue ngeliatin was was kanan kiri, takut ada kenalan dari sirkelnya Julian lagi ada di sini.

Huft. Sepertinya gak ada.

“Nape? Nyari orang yang dikenal?” Hendra nanya sambil nyenggol siku gue.

“Bahaya kalau ada yang liat kan.”

“Peduli setan, ah. Tinggal bilang aja kebetulan gue lagi di area Pejaten terus mau nongki bareng.”

“Ck yaudah deh.”

Sekali lagi, si bocah tiang ngacak-ngacak rambut gue.

“Dah gausah dipikirin, kak. Di sini kan mau have fun, ya toh?”

“Iya sih…” Gue cuma bisa balas dengan senyum. Hendra anaknya selalu posthink. Alasan kenapa gue percaya semua bakal baik-baik saja kalau dia yang ngomong tuh karena pada dasarnya, Hendra adalah anak yang selalu bisa diandalkan. Anaknya bertanggung jawab, bahkan gue rasa lebih dewasa daripada kebanyakan anak-anak seumurannya. Jadi tiap kali dia ngomong gini, mudah untuk gue percaya kalau memang gak bakal ada masalah.

Kalau misalkan malam ini ada meteor jatuh di Jakarta dan dia bilang “Udah kak, gapapa, itu meteornya paling juga ga bakal nyampe sini. Yang kena paling gedung DPR doang.” Gue bakal percaya 100%.

Setelah duduk di meja yang kosong, pelayannya, Mbak Lopez, datengin meja kami buat ngasih menu.

“Mbak, aku langsung pesen aja. Chicken popcornnya satu, Summer Sling satu. Hen lo minum?”

“Iya deh, Anker satu sama chicken wings satu.”

Setelah mengiyakan order kami, Mbak Lopez pergi dan membiarkan kami sendiri.

“Gue masih heran lo tuh suka nongkrong di sini tapi minum aja kagak.” Hendra nyeletuk. Not this again.

“Kan gue gak dajjal kayak lu.”

“Yang kemarin beli vi—”

“DIEM, BANGSAT.”

“MAKANYA NGACA, JING.”

BERANI-BERANINYA DIA PAKE MELET SETELAH BUKA KARTU GUA. GA USAH.

“Gue kalo soal alkohol bener-bener gak berani, Hen.” Gue tertawa hambar, menggelengkan kepala atas cupunya gue. Entah cupu atau enggak yang jelas… Gue ada beban moral ke diri sendiri di area konsumsi. Termasuk rokok. Gue merasa substance yang masuk ke dalam badan gue itu jatohnya invasif banget karena gue gak bisa ngeluarin mereka lagi selain dari pantat.

“Hahaha ya gapapa! Kak Yohan aja alkohol ‘halal’ buat dia tapi dia sendiri gak bisa minum, kan?”

“BETUL! Gue tidak sendirian di tongkrongan kita. Ck.”

Hendra ketawa. Lagi. Dan gue ga pernah puas dengerin suaranya itu. Wajah dia yang lagi bahagia dan terhibur kayak gini menjadi semacam antidote buat mood gue yang pahit sejam-an lalu.

“Kak, lu tuh, sumpah lucu banget.” Kata dia di tengah tawanya. “Haduh bisa-bisanya yang kayak gini ditelantarin berminggu-minggu sama DJ Kemang…”

“…I know right. Fuck, Julian. Anjing.” Gue menggerutu sambil menopang wajah gue. What the hell is wrong with Julian, you ask? Well. Manusia satu itu rasanya jauh banget dari gue semenjak dari awal Oktober. Ketemu susah, ngobrol jadi jarang, telponan udah gak pernah, ngabarin seadanya, berantem iya, makan hati yang ada. Alhasil? Gue ya jadinya sering jalan keluar sama Hendra dan tongkrongan SMA gue which is temen-temen di sirkel kami berdua.

“Your boyfriend’s dumb, kak.”

“I know.”

“Kalo gue jadi dia gue ga bakal ngebiarin lo suntuk gini.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“You know me the longest. Of course you wouldn’t.”

Dia diem bentar. Mungkin gak berekspektasi jawaban gue bakal begitu.

“Yup. Betul sekali.” Dia jawab dengan percaya diri.

Setelah itu hening. Jangan salah sangka, heningnya gak canggung. Live musicnya lagi enak hari ini. Keributannya juga enak. The vibe tonight feels really good and I’m glad I took my childhood friend here with me.

.

.

.

Don't change, sit tight.

Don't change, you think I'm already tired.

Sekitar jam setengah 12 kami sudah di jalan balik ke apartment gue di Nirmana Kemang. Deket banget sebenernya dari kampus gue, cuma 15 menitan. Kenapa gue rencana awalnya mau dijemput sama Julian itu karena sebenarnya awal rencananya mau nginep di studio dia… You know, catching up and do things. Iya bangsat gue tuh sebenarnya sekangen itu. Terus taunya dia bilang gak bisa? Gimana gue gak bete. Hampir sebulan loh kita gak ketemuan… Bayangin aja.

I don't mind you stay today

Besides, you did it once, did it all

I don't mind you brush my hair

You did it once, did it all

“Hen.” Mulut gue kebuka sebelum gue sadar.

“Hm?”

“…Enggak, gak jadi.”

“Yaelah anjir jangan gitu. Gue jadi penasaran kan.”

“No, nanti aja.”

“Nanti kapan?”

“Mm… Nanti pokoknya.”

I don’t know what came over me but to be honest, I wanted to say some things that could possibly ruin my current relationship. I hate this. I hate how painful it is. I couldn’t help but to let my tears fall, hoping that the friend beside of me doesn’t see it.

Gak lama kemudian, kami udah masuk ke dalam gerbang apartment gue. Kami masuk ke basement dan parkir di dekat lobinya. Hendra memutuskan untuk parkir mundur, biar keluarnya lebih gampang. Setelah mobilnya parkir dengan rapih, Hendra narik rem tangannya, tapi mesinnya masih dia biarkan hidup. Gue juga gak buru-buru langsung merapihkan tas gue.

Gue belum mau pergi. Dia pun juga menunggu apa yang mau gue ucapkan tadi pas di jalan.

Meskipun bibir gue terasa kering, tapi gue tetap berusaha mengutarakan pikiran gue.

“Hen—”

“Kak.”

…Huh? Tangannya itu tiba-tiba dengan hati-hati meraih pipi gue, mengusap area di bawah mata gue dengan jempol panjangnya itu.

“Jangan nangis, yah. Everything is going to be okay.”

Kalian inget pas gue bilang semuanya akan jadi baik-baik aja jika Hendra ngomong seperti itu?

Somehow, I wish he didn’t say that to me.

“What makes you think so?”

“I just know.” dia jawab dengan senyum kecil, “Jangan nangis. Lo gak pantes nangisin dia. Lo lebih pantes nangisin kematian yang mulia Noctis tahun lalu daripada si DJ Kemang.”

“Tai ah, Hen.” Gue mendengus. Sempet-sempetnya aja dia bercanda. Dia juga nyengir puas setelah liat kedua ujung bibir gue terangkat, senang udah bisa bikin mood gue sedikit lebih baik.

…Tapi dengan caranya dia begini, dia benar-benar mendorong gue untuk menggali kuburan untuk perasaan gue ke yang lagi jauh entah di mana.

Saat dia menarik tangannya kembali, tangan gue seketika menghentikannya. Gue tetap menjaga telapak tangan besarnya itu menangkup di pipi gue. I don’t wanna let go of his company.

“Hen, may I do something that you could possibly hate?”

Even amidst of his darting dark pupils, trying to see what I meant, his eyes still remained beautiful. Prettier than any other pair of gems in the world. Despite of how foolish this sounds like, I wish I could keep them staring just at me.

No shame I won't make a judgement

“Will you regret it?”

“I’m perfectly aware of what I’m saying.”

Don't stray I'm here your opposite direction

“…Okay.”

I don’t know whether I should be grateful or questioning his sanity.

Kenapa bisa dengan mudahnya lo bilang ‘iya’, Hendra?

I lace my fingers on his own that still stayed on my cheek, sebuah gestur intimasi yang belum pernah gue lakukan dengan dia sebelumnya. Bibir gue mendekat ke permukaan pergelangan tangannya, mengecupnya dengan lembut seakan kulitnya itu rapuh. Padahal, semua tentang Hendra dari ujung kepala hingga ujung kakinya jelas lebih kuat dari gue.

“…I’m sorry.” Gue berbisik lirih.

“…Is that it, kak?”

This is tiring

Still, can I be yours for a day

“No. Not yet.”

A day.

Kalian mungkin gak ngerti, tapi gue tau persis cara Hendra bertanya apakah sudah cukup atau belum itu terdengar seperti dia berharap lebih. He wants to know what else I can do.

Gue melepas jaket gue sebelum gue beranjak dari kursi gue sendiri ke kursinya dia, melompati rem tangan yang menjadi pemisah. Mungkin, memang, gue sudah gila. Seberani ini gue menempatkan diri di atas paha dia, mendorong kehendak gue ke depan muka dia. Hendra teman gue dari SD, paling lama. Gue seharusnya takut apa yang kita berdua miliki selama 10 tahun hancur karena apa yang sedang gue lakuin sekarang. Tapi… Tapi saat gue melihat kedua mata gelapnya itu lagi yang cuma berjarak satu jengkal dari wajah gue sendiri, semua keraguan gue hilang.

He was looking at me back, focused, expecting.

“Hendra, bisa tolong turunin sandaran kursinya?”

“Sure.”

Dia melakukan sesuai dengan apa yang gue perintahkan.

“Cukup?” Tanya dia, saking datarnya mukanya itu sampai gue kira dia kelewat polos.

“Cukup. Hen,” gue langsung memanggil namanya sekali lagi, “First, you can’t touch me. Just stay still. Lastly, what happens tonight, only stays tonight. I’m not going to hurt you. Dan… jangan kasih tau yang lain.”

Hendra terdiam.

…Kenapa dia diam?

Dia cuma ngeliatin gue aja, nafasnya stabil, alisnya bahkan gak gerak. Gue takut. Gue mendadak ciut. Gue mendadak pingin pergi keluar pintu sekarang. Am I asking for too much?

“Kak.”

“I-iya?” shit I fuckin’ stuttered.

“Gue juga punya peraturan gue sendiri.”

“…Oke. Apa?”

“Pertama, lo gak bisa mengontrol perasaan gue. Kedua, apa yang terjadi malam ini stay di malam ini tapi gue gak bakal lupain. Ketiga, stay away from my lips or else I’ll lose my shit.”

“…Peraturan gue cuma dua kok lo tiga sih. Dan maksud aturan nomor sa—"

“Kalau lo gak setuju kita bubar.”

“Gue cuma bercanda elah.” Gue menelan ludah, bracing myself. “Lo gak bakal kasih tau Gio dan lain-lain, kan?”

“Iya, enggak.”

“…Alright.”

Tanpa basa basi lagi, gue perlahan ngedorong badan Hendra biar dia sandaran di kursinya. Dia nurut, gak ngelawan. My fingers were tracing on the skin of his neck, wondering of how smooth it was. Gue leaning down ke arah leher dia, mencium lebih dekat bau parfum Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous yang ayahnya belikan buat ulang tahunnya September lalu. Dia tau gue suka baunya… dia tau bau ini yang menarik perhatian gue.

Gue merasa kontrol gue hilang saat itu juga saat bibir gue akhirnya menyentuh lehernya, kulitnya terasa panas saat gue sentuh. Dia mengerang kecil, dadanya mulai berpacu lebih kencang, tapi tarikan nafasnya tetap stabil.

Cute…

Tangan kiri gue menuju ke arah kerah kemejanya yang sudah terbuka duluan. Gue menyelipkan tangan gue masuk ke dalam, sekali lagi terkejut akan betapa lebarnya dada cowok ini. Gue terkadang suka lupa… kalau dia itu sudah sebesar ini. Rasanya panas juga di sini. Padahal AC mobilnya cukup dingin…

“…Hen.”

“Hm..?”

Gue menarik wajah gue pergi dari lehernya, berpindah ke samping kupingnya untuk membisikkan pesan yang dapat menyelamatkan dia dari malu.

“Beberapa hari ke depan, sebaiknya pake kaos aja. Dan jangan yang V-neck.”

Hendra mendengus, dia ketawa, sepertinya gak percaya gue barusan nyuruh dia kayak gitu.

“Untung gue udah izin off modelling dari agensi 2 minggu.”

“Bagus.” Gue menarik diri gue mundur dan melihat diri laki-laki yang sedang gue duduki itu lebih jelas. Kemejanya kusut, kupingnya juga agak merah. …Lucu banget.

“Kak.”

“Ya?”

“Are you going to give me hickeys?”

“…Mm.”

“Setelah itu?”

“Itu aja. Gak lebih.”

“Haha, alright.”

Apa yang gak gue expect adalah saat Hendra membuka satu lagi kancing kemejanya atas kemauan dia sendiri. Dan anjingnya, dia menarik kemejanya lebar untuk memamerkan kulit bening di dada kirinya yang masih belum tersentuh itu.

“You…” gue gak habis pikir. This kid.

“Go ahead.” Dia menawarkan dengan senang hati.

Gue jadi berpikir apakah dia sudah pernah melakukan ini sebelumnya… dengan cewek lain. Tapi apa urusan gue? Gue gak berhak menanyakan soal itu di posisi gue sekarang.

I leaned down again, kali ini mengarah ke tempat yang dia ‘sediakan’ buat gue tandain.

“…Kak, can I hug your waist?”

“…Mm.” Gue bergumam di atas dadanya. Setelah mendengar konfirmasi dari gue, gue merasakan lengan kirinya melingkat di balik pinggul. Aneh… Gue merasa… secured. Gue udah lama gak ngerasa kayak gini… “kalau sakit, bilang ya.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to take it.”

Baiklah. Without further ado, I started kissing some spots on his skin, until I found a place near his collarbone to place my hickey. Gue ngerasain genggaman dia di pinggul gue sedikit menguat, bereaksi dari hisapan gue. Hendra hanya mengerang, menutupi kedua matanya dibalik lengan kanannya. Gue juga belum berhenti. Gue lanjut mencari tempat lain untuk gue tandai. Dada dia lebar. At least… three would do.

Sucking on the second place somehow managed to bring out a tad louder groan out of him. Posisisinya di atas bahunya, persis di atas tahi lalatnya yang sekecil titik.

“Awas deket leher…” katanya lirih.

“Don’t worry.”

Marking him. What’s the meaning of it when he’s not even mine? It’s absurd.

It’s absurd of how much I want to keep him to myself.

It’s absurd of how willing he wants to do this.

It’s absurd of how clear our mutual feelings are yet we keep hiding it.

We're odd to be

Way I see it, ooh I like it here.

End.

[meles]

“Everybody wants vice versa love To all the hungry,vice versa love Come on and get some,vice versa love Come on and gett it vice versa love”

Barrington Levy

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[TASK 188: MARSHALL ISLANDS]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 60+ Marshallese faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

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THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

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THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

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Manips

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Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

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Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner (1988) Marshallese - spoken word artist and poet.

Billma Peter (1996) Marshallese - model and Miss Marshall Islands 2019.

Netha Gideon (?) Marshallese - actress.

Lulani Ritok (?) Marshallese - actress and composer.

Tolfina Fakatou (?) Marshallese - actress.

Abacca Anjain-Maddison (?) Marshallese - actress.

Nica Wase (?) Marshallese - actress and composer.

Martha Horiuchi (?) Marshallese - actress.

Billma Melson (?) Marshallese - actress.

Vivian Niedenthal (?) Marshallese - actress.

Karen Earnshaw (?) Marshallese - actress and director.

Magdalene Johnson (?) Marshallese - actress.

F - Athletes:

Haley Nemra (1989) Marshallese - middle-distance runner.

Julianne Kirchner (1991) Marshallese - swimmer.

Sidra Triplett (1994) Marshallese - volleyball player.

Neikormo Lanki-Nimoto (1995) Marshallese - basketball player.

Ann-Marie Hepler (1996) Marshallese - swimmer.

Mattie Sasser (1996) Marshallese - weightlifter.

Colleen Furgeson (1998) Marshallese - swimmer.

Mariana Cress (1998) Marshallese - sprinter.

Tamara Andrike (2001) Marshallese - basketball player.

Naupaka Ackley (2001) Marshallese - basketball player.

Joy Ratidara (2002) Marshallese - basketball player.

Darcyann Muller (?) Marshallese - volleyball player.

Aliyah Brown (?) Marshallese - volleyball player.

Carolyn Hone (?) Marshallese - volleyball player.

Angelina John (?) Marshallese - volleyball player.

M:

Niten Anni (?) Marshallese - actor and composer.

Lyel Tarkwon (?) Marshallese - actor and composer.

Jefferson Paulis (?) Marshallese - actor.

Ben Debrum Wakefield (?) Marshallese - actor and filmmaker.

Randon Jack (?) Marshallese - actor.

Jukulius Niedenthal (?) Marshallese - actor and producer.

Iohaan Anjolok (?) Marshallese - actor.

Naiko Jashua (?) Marshallese - actor.

Lucus Niedenthal (?) Marshallese - actor and composer.

Jollie Batlok (?) Marshallese - actor.

Lyle Yamane (?) Marshallese - actor.

Yasta Bolkheim (?) Marshallese - actor.

Arelong Simon (?) Marshallese - actor.

Maxter Tarkwon (?) Marshallese - actor.

Wyre Kimej (?) Marshallese - actor.

Lobie Ben (?) Marshallese - actor.

Nicholas Kirby (?) Marshallese - actor.

M - Athletes:

Todd Lyght (1969) Marshallese - football player.

Waylon Muller (1972) Marshallese - wrestler.

Roman Cress (1977) Marshallese / Unspecified White - sprinter.

Mau Penisula (1979) Marshallese / Tuvaluan - footballer.

West Nott (1982) Marshallese - tennis player.

Jared Heine (1984) Marshallese - swimmer.

Anju Jason (1987) Marshallese - taekwondo practitioner.

Timi Garstang (1987) Marshallese - sprinter.

Michael Taylor (1989) Marshallese - swimmer.

Lani Ackley (1992) Marshallese - basketball player.

Giordan Harris (1993) Marshallese - swimmer.

Kabuati Bob (1994) Marshallese - weightlifter.

Jeki Lanki (1995) Marshallese - sprinter.

Halber Pinho (1995) Marshallese - basketball player.

Daniel Langinbelik (1996) Marshallese - swimmer.

Richson Simeon (1997) Marshallese - sprinter.

Joshua Ralpho (?) Marshallese - weightlifter.

Sione Aho (?) Marshallese - shot putter.

Frederick Kurn (?) Marshallese - basketball player.

Mike Riklon (?) Marshallese - weightlifter.

Jason Sam (?) Marshallese - taekwondo practitioner.

Robert Case (?) Marshallese - basketball player.’