#loc ban be

[sichimi]

➣ . you got me confused ⏁

you got me so satisfied ꜛ ⌣

[nerdetiquette]

Juno with butterfly locs, that’s it, that’s the post

[jstor]

As we observe Banned Books Week, we are reminded that literature has always been more than just words on a page—it’s a battleground for ideas, identity, and the stories we tell about who we are. In 1974, Kanawha County, West Virginia, became the stage for one of the most violent textbook protests in American history. What began as a debate over school curriculum turned into a larger conflict over whose voices should be heard and whose stories should be silenced.

The power of the humanities lies in their ability to expose us to a multitude of perspectives, to challenge us, and to broaden our understanding of the human experience. But that power is also why literature and education have often become sites of controversy. The humanities ask us to grapple with life as it is—not life as we wish it to be. In the face of efforts to ban books or limit access to certain narratives, it’s essential to remember that the stories we read, discuss, and even disagree with are the foundation of critical thought.

JSTOR Daily explores the 1974 textbook battle, highlighting how this clash over curriculum foreshadowed many of the cultural debates we continue to face today. The article underscores the enduring importance of intellectual freedom and the need to safeguard the humanities against efforts to restrict access to diverse voices.

Read the full story on JSTOR Daily.

Image: Women from Boston and Charleston, West Virginia, holding signs, demonstrating against textbooks, Washington, D.C., 1975, via LOC.

[persefolli]

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫-𝐔𝐩 | 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @myheartfollower​, @laylasbunbunny​ , @destinylb, @deadgirl02​

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Ma Wari y Jake.” You called them softly. “Come with me.”

The two men looked at each other confused, and followed you to your marui pod. For weeks you had banned them from entering your pod, since you had been working on a project you wanted to surprise them with. 

“Close your eyes.” You warned them as they came closer to the pod. They exchanged a quick glance before closing their eyes. You grabbed their hands and guided them to the entrance of your home. “Open.” The two opened their eyes and softly smiled. “Surprise!”

You showed them the large mat you had created, big enough for the three of you to sleep in. You had voiced your concern about not being able to sleep with the two of them at the same time, so why not solve the problem yourself? You ran and kneeled into the mat, spreading yourself out belly first into the plush. “FInally, a more spacious place to sleep, and we can all have sleepovers.”

That same night, the three of you rushed to test the comfortability of the mat you’d created. Tonowari laid down for three minutes before he was out.. You watched him softly snore, getting the well-deserved rest he needed as Olo'eyktan.

Jake laid behind you with a single arm draped around your torso. He was silent, but the stillness of his body indicated he was asleep. Jake slept like a rock, but it was very comforting when you slept alongside him. 

Since the pair snatched you away from singledom weeks ago, life had been amazing. Tonowari and you performed shahaylu, since Jake had already done it once. “It’s only fair.” He said when you were concerned about leaving him out. He kept reassuring you all the way up to the ceremony that he would still love and mate with you as if you have bonded. The three of you have yet to mate. Disappointing right? Things have gotten seemingly busier for the three of you, and some days you went without seeing each other. You were ready though, but you told yourself that you would wait until your two lovers were ready.

Thoughts like these swelled your head as it became hard to sleep. You attempted to twist into another position, but Jake’s arm was locked tight. You huffed, and looked down towards the pod entrance, watching how the moon's light danced over the waves of the ocean. You softly smiled, and placed your hand on top of Jakes, slowly stroking his knuckles.

“What are you still doing awake?” A low groggy voice tickled your ears. Jake leaned over you, locs falling over your shoulder and neck. “Oh did I wake you Jake?” You said remorsefully. 

“I was never sleep.”

“That explains the lack of snoring.” 

“I don't snore.” Jake rebutted. You smiled and pinched his hand softly before scooting back into him. “What were you thinking about?”

“Our relationship so far.” You whispered.

“Hm. Are you satisfied with everything?” 

“Of course Ma Jake. I'm ready to burst with happiness every morning.”

“You lying to me?”

“What? No! Why would I lie to you Jake?”

Jake's hands lingered, but the warmth of his hand traveled,  up and down alongside your torso, then up to your breasts where he squeezed. “Because we haven’t touched you yet.” 

“Jake!’ You exclaimed. “Just because we haven’t…properly mated doesn’t mean I'm any less satisfied.” He wriggled his hand under your top and took your nipple between his two fingers, twisting and pulling at the nub. You pressed into him more, throwing your head back and ghosting your hand over his. “Even without  shahaylu I can feel you Y/n. I can feel your frustration, your desperation, your yearning.” He whispered in your ear. “You’re too scared to ask us to relieve you, and by the looks of it you haven’t had the time to relieve yourself. Have you?”

“No Jake.” You moaned. “Shh!” He hushed you, “ You don’t wanna wake your Olo'eyktan do you?”

“No.” You whimpered. At that, Jake scooted back to allow you to lay flat on your back. His hand left your breast and trailed down your navel, your torso, to the edge of your loincloth. “You stay quiet and I'll reward you. Wake him, and I'll leave ya hanging.” Jake said in your ear. His fingers reached beyond your waist band, and made contact with your slick. Instinctively your legs rose, knees bent and spread for your warrior to access. You closed your eyes, and embraced the small of pleasure that pulsed through your pussy.

 Jake's strokes were slow, torturous. Stroking up your entrance, he stopped at your clit, pressing slightly and rubbing circles among the bud. You hissed, turning your head to the side and burying your face in his broad chest. You whimpered into him as he continued your attack on your clit. Faster, faster, until he stopped. You let out a dejected groan, and he chuckled. “I haven't even gotten started sweetheart.”

His fingers grazed between your folds before poking at your entrance. He teased your hole, sticking the tip of his finger in then pulling out. “Don’t do this to me Jake.” You bucked your hips into him. Usually Jake would tease more for the hell of it, but he was already getting hard seeing how desperate you were. He pushed his two fingers into your entrance, causing you to jolt and arch off the mat. “Mm Jake!” You moaned out. 

Tono began to stir next to you. You snapped your head towards him, watching his face twist and twitch before relaxing again. “Strike one.” Jake warned. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, until you spread your legs wider, prompting him to speed up. “More!” You rolled your hips into his fingers. He began curling his fingers inside of you, grazing over that special gummy spot you have yet to touch yourself.

“Ma Jake!” Ma Jake, I'm gonna come!” You squealed and grabbed his wrists that jerked below. He removed his fingers from your hole and began rubbing your clit savagely as you convulsed under his touch. Jake pulled the covers back from the mat and watched as you shook and began to squirt all over his hand and the mat below. “Holy shit.” Jake let out an amused chuckle. “You’re a squirter.” He ran his wet hand up to your hip, and leaned down to peck you on the forehead. 

“Congratulations on keeping quiet, love. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Jake got on his knees and scooted between your legs, removing your loincloth and his. “Jake!” You placed your hand on his chest and looked over at Tonowari, who was still sound asleep. “I can handle myself, baby.” He grabbed ahold of himself. His cock stood long and attentive, almost throbbing in his hands. He moved forward, resting the weight of his dick on your tummy. “God, I'm gonna go so deep.” He pressed his dick down into your flesh, hissing at the thought of being inside of you. 

 You bit your bent knuckle and spread your legs wider, exposing your wet pussy to him. Jake grabbed under your left thigh and held it in the air. “Please Jake, Please fuck me.” You begged as he lined up with your entrance. None of the teasing, or the waiting. Jake slowly entered you, groaning at the sudden suction he felt around himself.  He snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of you.  “Oh fuck.” The two of you let out a shared gasp. Jake mumbled under his breath and repositioned himself so he hovered over you, arms bent at each side of your head. 

Jake began thrusting into you, hips weaving back and forth between your legs. You grabbed his back,  gripping tight onto his shoulder blades. “Jake! Ma Jake.” You cried out. Jake grunted on top of you, head thrown back, and eyes closed as he thrusted faster. “You feel so- Ah! Good around me girl.” Jake said through clenched teeth. The constant moving and the loud squelching was enough to get Tonowari stirring, this time, actually waking up. 

The two of you were so focused on your own pleasure, you didn't even notice Tonowari sitting up on his side watching. 

“Im gonna cum. Im gonna fucking cum.” You chanted.  Jake buried his face into your neck and began whimpering, moaning out loud himself as he began pulsing inside of you. “Come with me baby.” He croaked into your neck. Jake slid his legs up so he could plow into you. Short, hard thrusts, with the echoes of skin slapping filling the pod. “Jake!” You let out a loud yell as you came to your climax. Jake also began leaking into you, heaving heavily into your neck.

The two of you panted, and looked over to the left to see Tono sat up with a soft smile. 

“Wari…” You reached out for him, feeling a little guilty about waking him and having sex with Jake. He grabbed your hand and softly kissed your knuckles. “I hope you aren’t tired.” He whispered. Jake removed himself from you and rolled on his back onto the mat. Tonowari smiled and ran his hand down the side of your face. “I’m joining in.”

Tonowari scooted against the wall of the marui pod, spreading his legs and inviting you between them. He pulled you into his lap. His fingers began to knead in your thighs, and before you knew it your knees were pulled up, exposing you to Jake once again. “I want you to take both of us. Do you think you can handle it?” Tono asked.

You watched confused as he held his hand out to Jake, allowing him to spit saliva on the tips of his fingers. “I-I can.”  Tonowari’s fingers graze your ass, slicking the spit along your other hole. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He leaned down to face you, simultaneously fingering your ass, ensuring Jake’s spit coated every part he could reach. You gasped and gaped at the foreign feeling.  It felt so dirty, so different, yet you loved it so much. Jake stood, watching lustfully as his best friend finger fucked you and loosened you up with his thick fingers. “I think she’s ready.” Tonowari announced. He removed his fingers and used his strength to lift you up by the backs of your thighs.

You looked down, and saw Tono’s dick standing attentive. He was big, thicker than Jake for sure. Seeing his dick was very overwhelming, but imagining the stretch made you pool above him. He began lowering you down, tip poking at your other entrance. “Gentle.” You whimpered. 

Tonowari began entering you, kissing your shoulder softly. “Tono-fuck! so fucking big!” You cursed under your breath and let out breathy pants as the soreness became more prominent. “So tight!” He said just as he bottomed out. The both of you let out a whine. Tonowari rolled his hips around, filling you out. Saliva threatened the corners of your lips as you leaned your head against his chest, mind blank. “Talk to me Y/n.” He massaged the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t even make out the words in your brain to explain what you were feeling. Jake approached, dick in hand, and pulled your head to face him. “What did I tell you about using your words?” Jake lectured.

“I want you. Want you both.” You panted. Jake smiled, and positioned himself between you and Tonowari’s legs. Anxiety began to fill you as he began playing between your folds again. He seemed hesitant as well, but he suddenly began to enter you.

It was like an electric shock had just hit you. You jolted, and moaned aloud as Jake pushed himself further and further inside of you. Tonowari groaned as well, feeling the already tight space grow together. “J-Jake!, Wari!” You didn’t know whose name to moan at that point. DIck filled both your holes, stretching you beyond belief. Your mind went fuzzy, and you could've sworn you blacked out for a brief moment. 

Jake let out a straggled moan once he closed the distance between the two of you. Tonowari let out a slight grunt, and the three of you had to sit still for just a second in order to relish the feeling. “So good.” Jake furrowed his eyebrows. He began to slowly pull out, before thrusting back in again, very slow.  “S’too damn tight.” He grabbed the underside of your thighs and began picking up his thrusting pace. 

The three of you moaned out loud, grabbing at each other's exposed skin and almost foaming at the mouth. “Love you two so much!” You closed your eyes and nuzzled back into Wari. Jake leaned in and locked lips with you, still pressing into you at a steady rate. He sloppily kissed you, moving down to your neck and licking the underside of your jaw. 

“Wari!” You cried out, reaching for your braid without thought. His eyes widened, and he reached for his own braid, inching it closer and closer until-

“Oh shit!” “Fuck! Fuck!”

The two of you said simultaneously. Tonowari’s grip on your thighs tightened, and you felt his thighs begin to tense up. You felt that knot returning again, and reached down to start rubbing your clit, feeling very close. Jake threw his head back and started to get sloppy with his thrusts, now whimpering as he was coming close. “Oh fuck you gotta come with me! Be a good girl and come for me.” He began thrusting, like a burst of energy through his veins. 

The three of you screamed aloud, as your climaxes began to hit one by one.

You shook on Tonowari’s thighs, whimpering and whining as you felt the both of them empty themselves inside of you.  “You did so well princess.” Tonowari whispered as Jake pulled out of you. He slowly lifted you from his lap, and set you aside on the mat. The aftershocks of your orgasm caused you to jolt on the mat a little, which went unnoticed by your two lovers. Tonowari placed his hand on the small of your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.

“Alright cowgirl let’s get you cleaned up.” Jake returned with a small bowl of water, and a rag. The two of them worked together to clean you up and cool you down, all while praising you and whispering sweet nothings about how well you took them for the first time. 

“I didn’t think that was possible.” You laid on your stomach with your eyes closed. “You made it possible, princess.” Tonowari responded. You chuckled and began to nuzzle deeper into the mat, feeling a familiar warmth return on both sides of your body.

[romulusthethird]

It was a nice morning in Gotham, all things considered. There hadn't been a crisis, no murders yet, no rogues broke out of Arkham the night before, so the night had been quiet for the bats. Tim, in particular, even slept.

And how here he was, awake at the ungodly hour of ten a.m., watching the news while he waited for Alfred to make brunch. At least the butler had provided him with some coffee before he banned him from the kitchen.

He sipped it idly, as channel four moved from the weather to crime.

"A dreary day here in Gotham, indeed. If you've been following the national news, you will know about the destruction of the town Amity Park, and the cause being the teenager, Danny Fenton, alias, 'phantom'. The fourteen-year-old is still at large, with his accomplice: Tucker Fowley, Jazzmine Fenton, Danielle Fenton, Dan Fenton, and Sam Manson." On the screen, there were six faces, all ranging from 14 to 20. Two, identical except for their gender, with dark hair and sharp features; one red-haired girl with a glare to rival Barbara's (their older sister, perhaps?), an older guy, maybe 19, with long black hair and sharp blue eyes. A black teen with round glasses and locs, and a pale girl with a choppy bob with pink strips.

Strange group, but not surprising. Teenagers did stupid shit every day. Look at him.

Tim took a sip of his coffee, black like his soul. "They are extremely dangerous. Danny Fenton, his twin, Danielle, and their older brother Dan are ecto-entities charged with murder, destruction of public property, destruction of private property--" What's an ecto-entity? Is that another saying for meta? Some new alien species? Tim itched for his computer, back in his room. He took out his phone and sent a text to Oracle.

"In accordance with the echo acts, authorities are authorized to shoot on sight," the news anchor looked green here, "shoot on sight? They're kids--" She looked offscreen, and it quickly changed to a video of Danny, green eyes, blasting... ice? from his hands. Then another of him screaming and breaking glass. Then another of him getting shot at. One video of Dan fighting men in white hazmat suits, and one of Danielle destroying property. "Danny Fenton was previously... detained and held at the GIW, before escaping with the help of his four companions. If you see him, please contact your local authorities."

The screen turned back to Danny Fenton once again, showing an angry boy, Damien's age, baring sharp fangs. His dark hair was greasy and slicked back with short bangs falling into his eyes, which were sunken in, and unnaturally green--eerily similar to Jason's eyes.

"Ecto-entity." Tim said aloud, tapping his phone against his chin.

He had research to do.

[tvgals]

Now sister, tell me something about Hobie ANYTHING ABEG

IVE GOT A FEW THINGS TO SAY ACTUALLY

SMUT FLUFF AND ANGST (barely).. 🥱

as a kid he always begged his momma to twist his hair out for him, he tried to loc up at like 12 but decided he liked his afro better (he regrets taking them out but he decided it was apart of becoming himself!!)

sometimes he just sits there and stares at you..in both a creepy and non-creepy way y’know? like sometimes you’ll turn rlllyyyyyy slowly to face him and ur like ?? and hobie’s just like “you have a freckle behind your ear.” like nigga WHAT?

he denies it ever happened but when you accepted going out with him for the first time, hobie definitely jumped for joy with a lil “yippee!!” mixed in there ..

he absolutely hates going to zoos and aquariums and as a kid he tried to let the animals out and him and his family were banned for 3 years…

hobie loves pulling your hair when in doggy style..there’s something so sexy about you being so pliant when you’re beneath him.

hobie once got dragged into spencer’s by you and you two traveled to the back and bought at least seven new toys 😭

hobie is an overly tall nerd 🙄

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

Familiar Pt 1

After months of starting and stopping this story, here’s the long awaited first part. 🥰

Summary: Reader decides to release a freestyle that breaks the internet. Her first single ever, produced on her own. Many people aren't thrilled with her because she's too pretty, too thick and too rowdy. Nonsense reasons to hate her because she's herself and authentic. Shuri and Riri the hottest couple and producing duo decide to collaborate with reader. Business and pleasure never hit so good.

Trigger: Angst, Drama, Toxicity, Fighting, Cheating, Drugs and Alcohol use.

Tag list: @lppriceisright @callmewifey @briacreations96 @ilovelulu @doramilaj233 @littlebizcuit @ziayamikaelson @andibecamethestars @6-noir @s0lam33y

-

"Your song is the talk of the internet." Maya says, as you lounge on the sofa in a pair of panties and a cropped tee. You suck on your cherry sweetie as you watch her staring at the comments on her phone.

"I was just talking shit..." You giggle, licking your lips to suck up the flavor.

"Either way, you are talented and now everyone knows what I've always known." Maya smiles, locking her phone and tossing it on the coffee table.

"Yeah?" You toy with the sweetie in your mouth, looking at her pulling her locs into a loose ponytail.

"Co'mere." She says, her southern accent making your insides warm.

"Yuh need fi tawp arrass mi." (You need to stop harassing me) You laugh, as she heads to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. You were fronting, you both knew that as she dried her hands and stalked towards you.

You watched as her hips swayed and you bit your lip. Maya was attractive, beautiful, sweet and so kind. That combination was deadly for you, as you fell harder for her daily.

"Move nuh..." You try to keep a straight face as she straddles you.

"I missed you." Maya pouts, looking at you with her big doe eyes. You kissed her, giving her little pecks.

"Ah lie yuh ah tell!" (You're lying) You laugh, you'd been by her side for every show. While you both had not addressed your relationship publicly. You were always there for her in private, keeping pda to a minimum. As far as anyone knew you were close friends.

You were Bisexual, Out and Proud. However, Maya was still in the closet. You were her first woman relationship and experience. Her label made it clear that her sexuality was a huge sell for her career.

And it was true to a point. Most of her fans were die hard heterosexual women and men. While she had fans a part of the lgbt, her main supporters were the Hetero's.

"Well I missed you today..." She frowns and you roll your eyes before giving her another kiss. She grabs the sweetie from your hand and brings it to her lips and sucks on it. You watch as her tongue swirls around the sweetie, and your core clenched at the way she eyed you.

"Maya, yuh nah get nun ah mi pumpum." (You're not getting any of my pussy) You try to be serious. She strapped you to the point your vagina was sore. You'd banned her for the next few days until you were good to go.

"Baby..." She smirks, placing the sweetie in your glass of water before placing a kiss on your neck.

"No, Maya." You shook your head.

"Baby please...." She begs, sucking on that sweet spot in the juncture of your neck.

"May---" You moan out as she sucks harder, your head falling to the side to give her more access.

"That's it, baby." She coos, licking over the spot she'd sucked on.

"I don't like yuh..." You mutter as she pinches your nipples through the cropped tee. You inhale sharply as she leans down to bite one of your nipples.

"Yes, you do." She grins, before helping you lay on the sofa flat and pulling off the tee and panties. "Don't worry, I just wanna eat it..."

Your body twitches as she settles between your legs and licks your sore pussy from top to bottom. The little minx dipping her tongue inside your hole and swiping your juices with her tongue before going back to your clit to suck.

"Fuck..." You cry out.

-

A few days after, you and Maya are out at a club. She has her hands wrapped around you, as the two of you dance to the music. She's tipsy and being touchy feely. You try several times to remove her hands from your ass to no avail.

"Babes." You whisper in her ear. "Stop it."

"I wanna get drunk and nastyyyyyy." She sings, as she grinds against you. You frown as she slides a hand under your skirt.

"Bill.. Maya!" (chill) You whisper harshly.

"Baby... why don't you want me to get drunk and nasty?" She whines, wrapping her arms around your neck and pouting. Fuck! You hated when she gave you that look.

"Babes, I would love that but right now isn't the time for that." You sigh. You help her to sit on the lounger in your section. You were being paid to perform your song and Maya was tipsy. She'd had two drinks or so you both thought. The bartender had given her a double shot of tequila in her margaritas. Something that pissed you off because neither one of you asked for a double.

"Gwan guh duh yuh ting, mi wih geh ah yiy pon har." (Go do your thing, I'll watch her) Don assures, and sits beside her as someone calls you to head backstage. You shifted from foot to foot, not wanting to leave her like that but you knew your brother would protect her like his own.

"Just get her some water please." You plead before being led back stage. As you walked through the busy and packed club people screamed and took pictures and videos.

You felt anxious as you got ready to perform. Your heart was racing as you peeked out at the packed club, and looked for Maya in your section. She was eying you with her bedroom eyes, as you looked her over.

"Introducing Twinkle!" The announcer called, and you walked on the small stage. There was over 400 people, the club was packed to capacity with people waiting outside to have a chance at coming in.

"Wah Gwaan!" (What's up!) You shouted, to which everyone greeted you with shouting. "Mi know seh unnuh caan mek a Likkle more noise!" (I know that ya'll can make more noise)

"Mi seh, WAH GWAAN!!" (I said, What's up!) You repeated even louder, watching as the crowd grew louder. "Mek sure unnuh ah video mi and tag mi. Best videos ah guh get reposted." (Make sure ya'll are recording me, best videos will be reposted)

"So, This song is dedicated to all of the gyals weh nuh know fi shut dem tinkin mouth. Fuck You." (Girls that don't know to shut their stinking mouth)

Camera's all start flashing on you, as everyone angles their phones to record you. You feel a rush of excitement and happiness fill you as the music starts. You do your thing, hyping up the crowd. You wine to the beat, getting into a squat and emphasizing the words of the song.

"Which Gyal, can seh she stress me out? That a fuckin clown! Cuz if a gyal or man seh him bruck she haffe do without... And if she screw she get a box pon har dutty mouth. But this can't real, AUDACITY MUSS BOMBOCLAAT FREE!" You sing, as everyone's screaming the words.

Everyone's singing along and you feel like you're on cloud nine. It's only been a week since the song was released and yet everyone knows the words. As you finish the song, you see Maya staring at you with a smile as she mouths dirty words at you.

As you finish and stop to take a few selfies, pictures and videos you're stopped by a girl with a messy bun at the top of her head. You raise a brow as she's blocking you.

"You're very talented." She says, her eyes taking you in. You raise a brow.

"Thanks."

"Is this a one hit wonder situation or do you plan to take music serious?" She asks and you narrow your eyes at her. "No shade, I just think you could really blow up the music scene and it'd be shit if you were only just dropping this song."

"I mean... I'm not sure. The song was really just me talking shit. I've never really thought about taking music seriously. I highly doubt people really wanna hear what I'd have to say..." You shrug. You liked singing but didn't think you'd make it as a celebrity. You had no filter, were outspoken and did as you pleased for the most part.

"And what is it you have to say?" She asks, seductively.

"I--"

"What a small world!" Maya says in her 'I don't like this bitch' tone. She was a sweetheart but when she was tipsy or drunk, the rowdy rebel came out.

"Maya? Hey..." The girl smiles, you could see the feeling was mutual. Your eyes swung between the two.

"Rina right?" Maya asks, stepping closer to you until your arms touched.

"Rianna, but I prefer Riri." The girl-Riri corrects her.

"Hmmmmm, well Rina it was soooo good seeing you!" Maya smiles a devious smile, while taking your hand and 'accidentally' bumping Riri.

"Sorry...." You call out as Maya leads you towards your section.

"How could you stand there and let her eye fuck you like that!" Maya hisses, turning to face you once you'd gotten to your section.

"B--"

"You know I don't like that hoe!" She grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Riri???" You were confused.

"That midget bitch said my debut album was trash in an interview! Yes Riri!" She was pissed. You realized exactly who Riri was. While Maya had never said her name she would call her midget bitch as she ranted about her shit talking her album.

"First we were just talking about music... she wanted to know if I was releasing more." You explain, trying to calm the little tipsy soldier.

"Sure she did..." Maya huffs. "That hating hoe wouldn't know good music if it was written out for her."

"Wow...." You scoff.

"Baby--" Maya realized how that was taken and instantly moves to grab you.

"You should go back to your place tonight." You inform her before turning your back and heading for the main floor to turn up with everyone around you.

The rest of the night is a blur. You drunk like a fish, partying with your brother, and a few friends. You could see Maya out of the corner of your eye watching you but you ignored her.

Her words hurt. You thought she was your biggest supporter. You knew she was angry and she might not have meant it how it came out but you still were hurt. Her hatred for someone else came before you, she hadn't even said how your first performance was or congratulated you.

As the night went on, Riri approached you again this time with another girl who was tall and equally as attractive as Riri. She introduced herself as Shuri Udaku. You didn't live under a rock. You knew the Udaku name. That family had a hand in everything from the music industry, healthcare, universities, car manufacturing, real estate and more. They were filthy rich. You remembered hearing about T'Chaka and T'Challa's deaths two years before. They'd died in a car crash.

The duo were the hottest producers out as you'd been told. They were very selective of who they worked with and they wanted to work with you. At first you were hesitant. Riri had really hurt Maya's feelings but the more the three of you talked. The more they convinced you to at least think about meeting up with them in their studio.

-

The very next day, Maya showed up with bouquet upon bouquet of flowers and your favorite meal from a nearby restaurant. As the two of you talked, you had already let it go. As the two of you ate, you decided to bring up Shuri and Riri's offer.

"What would you think of me working with Shuri and Riri?" You say, as you sat on Maya's lap.

You could feel her tense underneath you. You'd hoped she could be impartial considering you were nothing but supportive with her career.

"They belong to our rival label..." She clears her throat.

"Your label." You correct her.

"Baby they'd sign you in a heartbeat--"

"The homophobes that are forcing you to stay quiet about our relationship? I would never align myself with that label..." You couldn't believe she thought that would be an option.

"Why Udaku Records though?" She frowns.

"I looked into it. Their label has a high success rate. Shuri and Riri's songs they produced are on our playlists. They've produced nothing but charters. Not to mention the artists signed to them all have won grammy's." You had already made up your mind. You knew they could help you at the very least release another song or two that would remove the one hit wonder stigma you were sure to receive.

"It sounds as though you've already made up your mind." Maya mumbles, and you turn in her lap to face her.

"Don't be like that babes." You plead. "I support you in everything even when I don't agree. I just want the same from you... I know you don't like Riri, and you don't have to. I just need you to have my back.."

"Fine..." She grumbles.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you!" You squeal, hugging her.

"Now... what were you saying last night about wanting to get nasty?" You remind her, biting your bottom lip.

-

After an eventful day and night with Maya. You wake up an hour after your alarm was supposed to have sounded, and realize you overslept. You groan, before sliding out from under Maya.

I'm running a little late, I should be there in an hour. - Jay 10:50 am.

You rush through your shower and hygiene routine, before pulling on a fitted leggings and cropped long sleeve set.

(Your outfit)

The moment you make it to Shuri and Riri's studio it's 12 exactly and you enter to see the two seated by the soundboard, talking amongst themselves.

"I see punctuality isn't your thing." Shuri smirks, as her eyes roam over you. Riri snorts, rolling her eyes as she gets up to greet you.

"Ypree." (What's up) You greet her.

"Ypree?" She repeats, her brows furrowing. You giggle, before taking your coat off and hanging it over the arm of one of the sofa's in the studio.

"It mean's what's up, what's good, what's going on." You explain, watching as she nods before smiling.

"Ypree." She chuckles. "So, what do you see yourself releasing now? What's next?"

You bite your lip, You had quite a few songs you'd written up and some beats you'd messed with in your head but nothing concrete. Just lyrics and melodies you hummed into your phones microphone to save your thoughts.

"I sort of have a song that's been in my mind for a little bit." You admit, staring at the two of them. "Nothing too crazy, just something that's been haunting me for a while now. A melody I can't stop thinking about."

You hum the sound you had in your head. You feel slightly nervous, not that you ever cared what anyone had to say about you but the duo in front of you has you rethinking your material.

You play the voice recording you'd made, singing the lyrics here and there while humming the melody. Listening to it, you felt a peace come over you. There was something about the melody that just spoke to you, whilst the lyrics were true to you. No one could have your pussy unless you deemed it, and your pussy wasn't free.

"Get in the booth." Shuri demanded, as an idea struck her. She leaned over to whisper in Riri's ears before Riri grabbed her phone to text someone. As you settle into the booth, you place the headphones over your ears.

"Let's go over those lyrics." Shuri said, she'd worked with quite a few Jamaican artists so Patois wasn't new to her, she understood a great deal of it. You have a hook and a chorus, we just need to make it a full song.

"You wa my nana, Nah get none. Pretty gyal love money, run some funds. Want my punana, cya get none. Bad gyal love money, send dat come." You sing, into the mic. You focus all your effort into giving the seductive energy of the song.

"You free fi carry me out, give me money and buy me stuff. That's about it, you nah go cuff, get it out yuh mind, you n'ave a luck. Ay, you coulda wish pon all the stars, But dah one yah nah fall fi you. That's about it, we nah go fuck, get it outta yuh head, you n'ave no luck." You sing the chorus. "Call it weh you want, I don't give one fuck what you think about me. Some say the best things in life free, but dem nah chat 'bout my pussy. Call it weh you want, If you don't agree then I think it's best you lowe me. No boy or gyal can clown me, good ting a my grandma grow me"

"Alright, so between the first part and the chorus based on the lyrics and the vibe of the song it's safe to say you're telling whoever is trying to get at you that you're not interested. You're way too good for them and your pussy is worth more." Shuri explains. She tilts her head to the side. "How about lyrics like 'You're stupid, don't flirt with me and I'm not interested."

You think over what she says before finding a way to incorporate what she suggested into the song.

"You must be stupid! Don't even flirt with me, what you doing? Me nuh interested, keep it pushing. Come outta mi face and give me some space, You likkle bit too nuff, yute, don't chat to me A wah so? Don't make your friend dem gas you 'Cause this is a brand new moto, My front too good fi me pass." You feel giddy as you feel the song tying together.

You start from the beginning, adding the verse before the chorus and smile once you see both Shuri and Riri vibing to the lyrics.

"Alright for the next part, you want a shock factor that still flows with the rest of the lyrics. Something feisty that'll have everyone like yes!" Shuri insisted and you smirk, knowing exactly what to say.

"And I know this game too well, me know just mi legs dem you want spread. You nah get none so go to Hell, me rather lay down and finger myself. A win is a win, me a buss my nut 'Cause I'll be damned if I let you fuck. Look pon me den look pon you, A really must crack you siddung a spark up, yeah." You giggle at the look on Shuri and Riri's face as you sing the new part.

It doesn't take long before the whole song is formulated as far as the lyrics go. A few hours later, after you've recorded the song acapella a few times, and added in adlibs a few people come in. Riri introduces them as musicians.

Shuri explains her vision for the beat based on the melody you'd presented and everyone gets to work. The musicians set up their instruments. Shuri plays around with a beat she's formulated, and tells the musicians what keys and notes to play.

It takes a few tries before they're able to fit the vibe of the lyrics. Once the melody is mastered you feel excited, knowing that you made the right idea taking Riri and Shuri up on their offer. The instrumental is amazing.

You head back into the booth to record the song with the music now, and exude all of your sensual energy, as you emphasize the words. You do the explicit gestures of the song, sticking your tongue out, pointing your two fingers towards your pussy, and blowing kisses as a videographer records you singing the song.

Riri's mesmerized as she watches you exude confidence. You're seducing many of the people in the studio with barely any effort as you wink at a few people, clocking the fact that many of them can't stop staring at you.

"She's a star." Riri whispers to Shuri. They'd had a discussion before you'd arrived on their thoughts of signing you. Riri was certain you'd take the world by storm, she just had that instinct. Shuri agreed, your performance last night sold them. It was your first performance and you blew it out the waters.

For someone with no vocal coaching, no stage performance prepping and no team behind you. You were a natural. So many artists needed artist development whilst you seemed to have everything down pact out the gate.

It'd be a mistake to let you slip through their fingers.

"There's no doubt." Shuri agreed, watching you as you lost yourself in the music and lyrics.

"Go get N'Jadaka." Shuri ordered one of the musicians. The woman scurried off in a hurry. "Jay, one more time."

N'jadaka walked in just as you started the song over. His brows raised as he looked you over. He looked to Shuri and Riri before looking back at you.

"Damn..." He mumbled to himself, before crossing his hands over his chest and placing a hand under his chin.

He'd seen the recording of your performance, as well as heard the song on Spotify. He was certain that Udaku Records had to have you but this song... Your demeanor, your looks. Fuck, he could see the money signs that would surely follow you.

"Did she just?" He looked from you in shock to Shuri, chuckling to himself. You'd made the fingering gesture but pressed the same fingers to your lips with a wink his way as you finished the song.

"Jay, come here." Shuri called, beckoning you over as Riri started finalizing the song and perfecting it. "Jay, this is my cousin the head of the label. N'Jadaka."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jay." N'Jadaka smirks, shaking Jay's hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." You smile.

"I take it you enjoyed your session with Shuri and Riri?" He asks, nodding towards the soundboard.

"It was more than I'd of hoped for. Shuri seems to share my vision, she knew exactly where I wanted this song to go." You admit. You'd had hopes for this session but it far surpassed any of them.

"Does that mean you'd be interested in signing onto Udaku Records?" N'Jadaka coyly asks.

"A label offer with just a barely week old song?" You laugh, thinking he's joking.

"We can talk about it tomorrow morning if that works for you?" He suggests. "It'll give you time to hire legal representation to represent you--"

"I don't need anyone representing me. I know how to look after myself, I've been doing it all my life." Your accent was strong there. You felt passionately about not trusting a soul. People were wicked if you gave them the opportunity.

"Just send me the paperwork and i'll look over it." You shrugged. "I'd like two days to fully study and scrutinize everything. Then I'll make any amendments and we'll negotiate."

"A woman that knows what she wants is a woman to watch." N'Jadaka grins, liking the energy you had.

"Start teasing the song on your socials." N'jadaka tells you. "By the end of the week the contract will be signed and we can release the song friday at midnight."

"It will be signed?" You raised a brow.

"It will be." He winks, before turning and walking out.

"Let me have your email, so I can forward everything to my cousin." Shuri suggests. You waste no time giving her your contact information.

By the time everything's done, it's 1 in the morning and you’re starving. Shuri and Riri suggest they take out you to get some food in you since they’ve worked you hard.

-

“Can I ask you a question?” Riri asks. They settled on a 24 hour Jamaican restaurant that’s a popular hotspot. You all are seated in the back away from people. Shuri’s bodyguards Okoye and Ayo are seated at the closest table.

“Go ahead.” You tilt your head watching as she licks her lips before responding.

“What’s with you and Maya?” Riri’s brows are raised and her lips are pouty as she stares at you. “She’s pretty territorial of you.”

“We’re cool. She’s a great friend.” You shrug, giving nothing away.

“Friend.” Shuri laughs, as she looks at you in a ‘yeah right’ kind of way.

“What’s all the drama about her album being trash?” You question, wanting to know what exactly she said and why.

“Never said that.” Riri snorted. “I said her persona was trash. That her music was lacking substance and everything about her was forced. Her music is decent however it’s nothing to win awards over nor is it anything that’ll last long term. She leans on her sex appeal like a crutch. People pay more attention to her looks than the music.”

You but your lip to refrain from saying something slick in Maya’s defense. You’d said something similar to Maya. You loved that she was confident and showed off her body, that was her God given right. However you hated that she’d stopped being herself along the way. Her music was no longer full of meaning, it was just made to be TikTok songs and you hated that considering how talented she was.

You knew her label was pushing her to act how she was and to release the music she’d released. ‘Have Mercy’ was a good song, one of her biggest and you loved it yet you hated the fact that people only knew her for her sex appeal or ‘hot girl’ music.

No one really knew the girl you knew. The one that song love ballads, and really got deep and under your skin with her lyrics and beats.

“Have you heard her old material?” You settle on asking.

“I have which is why I feel as though she’s doing herself a disservice with the forced sexual appeal route she’s on.” Riri looked you in the eyes. “You naturally have that sex appeal that speaks for itself, then when you add your music it flows. I’m not saying she shouldn’t lean into her sexuality but there’s a huge difference between leaning into and leaning onto.”

“Hi, hello. I don’t haav all day suh tell me wah huh want.” (I don’t have all day so tell me what you want) The waitress says and you look her up and down to ensure she’s talking to the right table. You’d seen her mugging you from the moment you walked in.

“Ah coulda neva mi yuh ah talk…” (You couldn’t be talking to me) You kissed your teeth, before mugging her right back.

“My gurl, annuh huh mi ah look pon?” (My girl, isn’t it you I’m looking at?) She retorts in a similar tone and you roll your tongue over your cheek and chuckle to yourself.

“Mind how mi dash weh di likkle wata pon yuh.” (Be careful I don’t throw this water on you.) You reply looking her up and down.

“Alrite, Alrite. Bill nuh.” (Alright, Alright. Chill) Shuri says in patois and you swallow as you feel your core moisten.

“Mek we get tree orders of curry goat, white rice and provisions. And tree Lola champagnes, please miss.” (Can we have three orders…) Shuri continues and you internally fan yourself off.

“Dat ah guh be mi pleasure, ma’am.” The waitress giggles, calming. You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes.

“Da bitch deh bright and outta audah!” (That bitch is rude and out of order) You hiss as she walks away after writing the order down. You can tell by the way that she tended she hears you but ignores you.

“You sound so hot when you talk patois.” Riri giggles, staring at you. “The way you talk and your accent…”

“Mi? Yer gurlfriend tek eh cake wid har patois. Mi wouldn’t even know seh she annuh Yaadie.” (Me? Your girlfriend takes the cake with her patois. I wouldn’t even know that she wasn’t a true Jamaican.)

“I know enough to get by.” Shuri smiles. You raise a brow before shaking your head.

“You dated someone who spoke patois. You couldn’t have gained that accent any other way unless you grew up around it.” You insist.

“Is that so?” Shuri smirks.

“Google is free.” Riri chuckles.

“I don’t care that much.” You wink, before pulling your phone out and taking it off airplane mode. You see a shit ton of texts and calls from Maya. Rather than read the messages you call her.

“Where are you?!” You hear the moment she answers the call.

“Hi, how are you? I missed you.” You say, snorting.

“Jay, I’m not playing it’s almost 2 in the morning. No text or anything. What the hell?” Maya snaps and you sign.

“You knew I went to the studio, I messaged you earlier and updated you.” You watch as the duo across from you stare intently at you.

These bitches are nosy…. But so am I.

“That was 8 hours ago. You should have told me you were staying later.” Maya huffs.

“Babes, you know that I was at the studio. You know how that goes. I’ve never hounded you about that because I know when you’re focused on your music, you’re locked in.” You explain.

“I update you throughout my day and when I can’t, I do it at my first opportunity.” Maya sniffles and you know she’s crying. She’s very sensitive.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have updated you when I realized I was going to be out longer.” You felt slightly guilty. You hated when she cried.

“I’m grabbing food right now, why don’t I pick you up something and come over?” You suggest.

“We’re not friends.” She says softly, and you can tell she’s pouting.

“What do you want, babes?” You ask.

“Hmmm. Sweet potato fries and the vegan nuggets from that vegan spot by Jamaica House.” She tells you, and you chuckle realizing she just checked your location.

“Ok, baby. Give me an hour.” You tell her, yawning.

“I’m at your place.” Maya informs you and you bite your lip realizing she’d most likely went straight there from her rehearsals meaning she’d been waiting for you there for hours.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, knowing that was a shitty feeling.

“You’ll feel sorry when you realize what you missed out on.” Maya giggled before hanging up.

A picture message comes in and you press it and narrow your eyes when you see her posing in your bathroom.

A text back would have gotten you this 💋 - Maya 1:47 am

You take a deep breath, and release it. She knew better than to play on your phone like that. You loved the image before sending an emoji that conveyed your message.

👿 - You 1:49 am

“Do you mind if I leave, we can have a make up lunch ?” You ask, not wanting to be rude. Maya knew how to get your ass home, and it was working.

“Yeah, no problem mama.” Riri smiles, but you could see something in her eyes. You could tell she was annoyed.

“We’ll see you later.” Shuri nods.

And just like that you were out. Your food and Maya’s food forgotten as you sped to your house.

-

“Ah, yuh haav nuff sense.” (You have common sense) You say, as you walk into your bedroom to see Maya fully naked on your bed with her legs spread, fingering herself and moaning out.

“Hi, baby.” Maya grins, happy with herself.

“Uh, uhhh.” You shake your head stripping down to your thong. “You know how I want you.”

She quickly flips over, getting onto her hands and knees. You slap her ass hard, watching it shake. You smirk as she hisses. You get behind her and place your tongue in her ass, feeling her shiver as you lap at the rosebud.

“F..fuck… Jay.” She groans as you move your tongue sinfully slow. You place your fingers at her pussy and moan into her ass as you feel the hot, soaked core. She’s dripping onto your fingers as you drag her wetness up to your tongue before shoving them into her pussy.

“Jay….” Maya moans out. But you continue fingering her as you lick her ass, moaning as your free hand massages her ass cheek.

“Baby…” She whines as you add a third finger, and curl your fingers to hit that spongy spot that makes her cream every time.

The moment she’s about to cum you move away and slap her on the pussy, grinning as she clenches her thighs.

You move away to put on the strap that had you deliciously sore a few days ago. Once it’s secure you move back behind her and run the tip of the strap up and down her pussy.

You thrust in fully without warning, her pussy so wet it slides right in. You groan softly as you watch the way she takes the strap. Your hands gripping her hips, as you thrust into her.

“Fuck me back!” You demand, listening to her whimper. She does as you say and starts throwing it back, and you stop moving to watch her fuck herself on you. Your mouth waters as you watch the strap enter and exit her.

“Which gyal can seh she stress me out.” You mumble to yourself as you watch the way Maya relieves any stress you’d previously had.

-

Let me know what you guys thought of this part and if you want me to continue. I love hearing your feedback, it makes my day. Also let me know who wants a tag on the next part. 🤎

[tinyowlthoughts]

"I can divide by biographies!"

My favorite episode. Donnie is such a patron, and I empathize with the librarian so much. So, a librarians view of the library episode:

-Donnie is so fucking excited to be at the library. Mood. -Inhaling that bibliosmia, which is the proper term for 'old book smell'. -He has opinions on the nonfiction area. ("Geology stinks.") -Is absolutely IN LOVE with the idea of being IN a book. -"Holy Gutenberg." I'm stealing this to use with my coworkers. -Patron is asking for something but doesn't come right out and say it, instead rambling about personal stuff instead of making it easy for both of them. -Doesn't actually ask the librarian for guidance to the information, instead strikes out on his own to find it. (aka Ignoring a resource right at his fingertips, one of the biggest reasons large, high-traffic libraries employ professional, master's degree holding librarians) -Knows what the Dewey Decimal system is and how it works. -Intuitively figured out the mystic library cataloging system, which is hella impressive. -Doesn't write down the call number of the book, thus leaving his brothers in a lurch when he gets blasted into the baby zone.

And can I just say, the book being part of a display was my absolute favorite part. The name of the display, the beautiful display shelf - peak librarianship right there. Making displays is one of my favorite things to do.

Feel so bad for the Bat Librarian (who deserves her own name for the BS she had to put up with!). Like - the wreckage, the destruction, the falling books? Do y'all have any idea how long it would take to collect, organized, catalog, and reshelve those thousands of books?!?! And then the work that would pile up since she has to focus on that? I didn't notice any other librarians in the episode, and it is a well known fact that if you're not a librarian, page, or trained volunteer, we would prefer you put the books on a cart instead of shelving them yourself because there are many nuances to both Dewey and the alphabetical order (St v Saint, etc.). Also it's a mystic library, so maybe there's no need for other librarians because if everything is running smoothly, Ms. Bat can handle it.

I'm fairly certain that if Donnie showed up to apologize, he would be put right to work assisting her in the mundane shelving task. And let's be honest, he would adore it. Raph might be granted the chance to help, since he's such a softy and would likely be genuinely apologetic for the mess now that Mayhem is out of danger. I could see him using his powers to help hold the larger stuff in place for repairs to the shelves, walls, etc., or moving large pallets of books around for Donnie to shelve.

Leo and Mikey? Straight to the kiddie room, if not outright banned from ever entering the mystic library again. (Yes, libraries ban patrons. It happens all the time - when you enter a library, you are agreeing to follow the Code of Conduct. You break it, we ban you, from a month to life.)

Such a good episode. One of my all-time faves from the series.

Honestly, if I made an OC for this world, it would probably be a library manager for a smaller branch of the Mystic Library that is more present in NYC, likely disguised as a 'used book store' that is more public library and less academic library, and more easily accessible for the Yōkai living in the human realm. Instead of hush bats there would be a big, fluffy library cat named LoC who sits on you if you're being too loud.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5590

Loc,Ban,Mum                  June 7/8,  2023                 Wed/Thu  11:30 AM

🪔 .. June 08 .. birthday greetings to Ef Tejas Mankodi .. and Ef Rekha .. love and wishes from your Ef Family ever .. keep well .. ❤️❤️🌿

late again , but never ever missing the DAY to connect with the most important duty of the night, day, whenever .. the Ef .. 

Its work oriented .. am at work and the ‘dhun’ plays in the Vanity and the mind delves into the heart and soul of the chords .. they are the ones that deliver us to the ONE eternal soul - the ALMIGHTY  ..

Music delivers at different levels does it not with each .. on its own bearing .. their connection depending on what they associate the chords with .. a temperament, love, togetherness, anger , distaste .. bringing it to the fore of their own existence ..  the difference of the mind and body with each .. one that has still not been discovered or reasoned or given proof of .. the mystery .. that is the providence of that unknown force .. which when we step out to discover , even the most complex and education falls short after a while ..

they say as age progresses the human that can think and express does desire the need to aspire , to discover , to find out , what the world beyond is like .. or more of it .. they say .. I wonder why .. does it need to know where he shall eventually rest his expired body and soul - if at all the theory of the soul exists  .. or what .. ?

strange .. but has and does occur ..

SECTION 84 IPC .. delves deep into the minds of those that work on its operation , on its deeds , on its path of deliverance .. 

Naaah it is not all that filling of the divine .. its practical and pursues intellect .. and the need for resilient thinking , to be able to master the process of freedom from the unexpected .. 

ok i do believe I am sounding far too detailed .. so shall refrain ..

Love as ever .. ❤️❤️❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[lonelynpc]

I know playing music is quite common in the OR but I want to know, have you ever had any songs be 'banned'?. Yknow, it's maybe really fucking annoying or it's been played to many times ect. I was told by a friend's dad that copacobana was banned from their OR because it kept being played on the radio and they all hated it to an almost primal degree.

i always love your asks, they're so fun

oh yeah, we've got a few! it depends on the team! i'll put some below with the team they're banned by and why (if there's a reason).

i will also say, there was a time where my consultant and i were banned from controlled the music because we would go, "okay, i'll go to the next," then play never gonna give you up.

you've got a friend in me by randy newman: banned by the anaesthetics team because it's annoying and we all hate it but every surgeon had it on their playlist for some reason.

smooth operator by sade: banned by a neurosurgeon because "i hated it when it came out and i hate it now".

hey sexy lady by shaggy: banned by almost all teams because of the phase where my team and i would watch that one pedro pascal edit behind the drapes.

down with the sickness by disturbed: banned by trauma because it came on shuffle while we had a septic patient in.

so what'cha want by the beastie boys: banned in the 90s because of my consultant. i don't know what he did but it got banned and is still banned to this day. i saw him try to play it once and the surgeon said, "teddy, you know the rule."

wish by nine inch nails: banned by an orthopaedic surgeon after i put it on. he said, "i do not like this".

promiscuous by nelly furtado: banned by urology because my consultant and i would sing it together. we didn't take parts, we both just put on a different voice for each part.

rock me amadeus by falco: banned by my anaesthetics team because we just really hate it.

kiss from a rose by seal: banned by an ENT surgeon because "it's annoying" even though she always sang along.

funky cold medina by tone-loc: banned by a really grumpy cardiothoracic surgeon, no clue why because we all loved it.

[swanmaids]

celegorm and orome 7!

7. to shut them up

this got away from me a little :') warning for some tame implied sex

~

Tyelkormo stretched out against the base of the tree, shucked his boots off and dug his toes in the loamy soil. He took a deep, deliberate breath of green forest air, let it fill up his lungs, and smiled. By his side, his mare snuffled at the ground. Ah, yes - it had been several days of hard riding to make it here, and she probably deserved a reward. He held out a hand to the air, and a perfectly round, red apple dropped into his palm. Tyelkormo said a silent thanks to Vána and offered the treat to his horse, her hot tongue licking over his hand as she gratefully accepted, before wandering off to graze elsewhere.

After such a short time back in the Woods of Oromë, Tyelkormo was already feeling more like himself than he ever did at Formenos. Yes - he was pleased with himself. This little excursion had been an excellent idea.

Well, perhaps excursion was putting it a bit delicately. But he'd been climbing the walls cooped up in Formenos. Tyelkormo was not meant to be caged - he needed the Woods. He needed him. So he'd taken matters into his own hands.

Tyelkormo could imagine his father's reaction when he'd inevitably discovered that the elf-shaped pile of pillows underneath Tyelkormo’s blankets was not, in fact, his third son, but right now that wasn't his problem. It had been an easy enough task to bribe Curufinwë to tell father that he'd snuck out to visit Angaráto and his family for the week - father was not going to be pleased to hear it, but it was far and away a better story for him to believe than the reality, and besides, he wasn't the one banned from Tirion. Then he'd waited until the keep was asleep, before swinging himself out of his bedroom window with the aid of a few tied-together spare bedsheets like a maiden in a romance novel and jumping the last metre or so to reach the ground. A short jog under darkness to the stables was the final step, and then it was goodbye, Formenos.

For now, anyway. He'd followed his father into exile in the first place for a reason, after all. But in this moment, he had no reason to dwell on the future, because he was finally here.

Oromë stood before him in the little clearing as though he'd always been there. The form he wore was a little different to those which Tyelkormo had seen before - his hair long and in beaded locs, his horns an unfamiliar shape - but the Power that Oromë carried was unmistakable, as was the little flip that Tyelkormo's stomach did at the sight of him. The trees almost seemed to bend in reverance to their lord, and the air itself was still.

"My hasty one," the great Hunter said, "how did you come to be here?"

Tyelkormo simply grinned up at him in response - Oromë's voice said that he knew exactly how, and approved.

They embraced deliberately, coming together in the way of those who have endured a long seperation and are soon to be parted once more. Some of Tyelkormo's brothers talked of the Valar as wispy, insubstantial creatures, but little did they know of Oromë. Entwined with Tyelkormo in the Woods, he was all strength and flesh and muscle. He was the scent of sweat and leather in Tyelkormo's nose and the taste of salt on his tongue, the rub of the earth against his back and the pleasant soreness throughout his body. He was inside him, underneath him, and all around him.

Afterwards, Oromë was uncharacteristically pensive.

"Will you be leaving again?"

"Soon, I suppose. My father needs us all close - these times are uncertain."

"That they are." Oromë's face was grave. "My youngest brother seeks Melkor throughout the valleys and trees of this land, but he has found no trace. And it may well be too late - the discord that he sought to sow has already taken root. Does the light of the Trees not seem dimmer to you, too?"

An icy trickle ran down Tyelkormo's spine - he could hardly deny that he had thought the same. It was not something that he wished to dwell on.

"I did not come to you for talk of doom and portents," he said, putting a little smile into his voice. "I can get plenty of that at home with my father. Surely there is something else we could be doing instead?"

Oromë clearly saw the clumsy avoidance of the subject for what it was, but allowed it; and allowed Tyelkormo to press their mouths together for another kiss, and another, and another after that. Tyelkormo closed his eyes, melted into it, and did not think about the future.

[skopostheorie]

yo i see you are proficient in Hungarian? do you have any advice for learning it? my mom's from Hungary and ive been trying to learn it for years but cant seem to get it to stick even with the basic foundation ive gotten from hearing her speak it all my life

Proficient is a very strong word, but yes!

I will actually say it's absurdly difficult; it's one of the few languages that really stumped me for a while (Japanese and Hindi are the only other ones).

The reason I (and perhaps, then, you!) Couldn't get it to stick for a long time was because I was trying to force all the stuff into my brain without stopping to look for patterns. So, for instance, look at these conjugation tables:

Actual hell, right? Conjugation is my strong suit, and it absolutely destroyed me. But when I decided "fuck this, I'm gonna do this good and proper", I was able to find the patterns:

And we can even simplify it further;

And what about some of those locative cases? Well, it's not just that they have locative identity in common. Their letters tell the story;

You can even create pneumonics ; ban, n, nál, mert nem elmozdul, es így tovább... And you can "break down" words you already know to remember meanings. ért is the causal final, and that's why we say mi - ért, lit, what - CAUSAL FINAL?, mi-kor is just what - TEMPORAL= when, mi-nek is what - DATIVE = "to what" = what for, etc etc.

Conceptualising the language as a set of legos with which people make entire artworks blocks that look quite mixed up and fluid from a distance,

But, like the art, is constructed with inherent meanings in their letters and short sounds.

All languages are, to an extent, like this, but it makes Hungarian click, for me.

[mariatesstruther]

I’m with you on your Joel and Maria would be best friends agenda. Once she realises he’s changed like Tommy did and genuinely cares about Ellie, and once he gets over his distrust of this random woman whose now his sister-in-law, they’d totally be best buds.

Just imagine them teaming up to tease Tommy about whatever, and he tells her all the embarrassing stories Tommy has kept quiet. They’d talk about their new children, and how they still feel the ghosts of their firstborns. She feels completely safe leaving the baby with him because he’s so gentle with it and she knows he’ll never let anything happen to the baby. They’d end up trusting each other so much they’d go on patrols together. They’d team up on family board game night and practically leave Ellie and Tommy in tears because they’re far too good at Cluedo. And they’d save each others sanity with a nice relaxing coffee when the other is a little stressed dealing with a newborn and extroverted husband or a hyper teenage girl.

Best friends agenda, count me in

LOVE U FOR THIS NONNIE 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 JOELMARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA CAN BE SOMETHING SO PERSONAL 🤧🤌🏾🫶🏾

some more mariajoel bestie brainrot for u bc u deserve it, i deserve it, we all deserve it:

• joel and maria ripping tommy a new one after he does some foolish carpenter shit (which they BOTH told him not to do, tommy. how many times did they tell him not to do xyz?) and gets hurt. they don’t particularly like each other, at this point, but they cant help but team up at tommy’s bedside because they both berate and baby him the EXACT same way. for weeks they work together to take care of ellie while they nurse tommy’s whatever-is-injured back to health, bonding and worrying and parenting together. by the time he’s recovered, his wife and his brother are the best of friends

• joel and maria both being the Biggest Introverts in Jackson but also somehow the most appreciated and loved by everyone. they start going off on patrols together just to get away from people and not have to fucking talk for a while, and also sometimes to blow off some necessary steam (i think this goes beautifully with @clickergossip’s idea that joel takes maria out to do things like cut down trees and shoot game so she can get some of her pain and rage out)

• joel helps maria retwist her hair every few months (thank you, @liveandletcry23), and when baby miller is born they have retwisting days in which they form an ADORABLE hair-maintenance train: joel doing maria’ hair, while maria is doing baby miller’s. ellie hops in sometimes in various spots after she learns to retwist locs too.

(tommy has been long banished from the hair maintenance train. he pulls.)

• sometimes joel enlists tommy and ellie’s help give maria her own miller-hosted spa days. these are some of her favorite times of the year, full of foot rubs from tommy and board game tournaments with ellie and tall glasses of their good whiskey, which she always shares gratefully with joel

• speaking of board games, maria and joel would ABSOLUTELY crush tommy in any and everything, as you mentioned here. the idea of them just completely annihilating tommy and ellie in a board game marathon until they both rage quit is SENDING ME. ellie flipping over the board for whatever they’re playing and storming out, cursing up a storm, while tommy just sits there pouting like “im not gonna repeat what she’s sayin but she’s right”

• tommy and ellie get so fed up at some point that they flat out ban maria and joel from playing shit with them. maria is only allowed temporary acceptance back in while she’s pregnant, because she loves games and the millers have a Pact to make pregnant maria happy. they will all do whatever they can to make sure she has the easiest, safest, and most fun pregnancy possible, and that includes letting her crush them at whatever game she likes

• kevin’s first birthday following the birth of baby miller is weighing especially heavy on her, and all the millers can tell. tommy and ellie decide to have baby time for the day while joel takes maria out to the lake, just so she can spend some time to breathe and think and grieve. when she starts to look a little less suffocated, he asks her if she’s ever built a cairn. she hasn’t, so he explains what it is while remembering the time he made one for tess. they make new ones by the lake together, her’s for kevin and his for sarah. they walk back to jackson together, hand in hand, with maria feeling lighter than she has in years

• they’re usually greeted back from their best friend time with tommy, ellie, and baby miller trying to hide some sort of evidence of whatever minor crime they’ve undoubtedly committed in the absence of reason. anytime they ask what they’ve been up to, ellie and tommy respond with uncannily similar versions of “nothing!!!!! everything’s fine!!!” until eventually baby miller gets old enough to snitch, which they always do

• baby miller is maria and tommy’s lil baby, but they are joel’s precious little meow meow that has never done and will never do anything wrong in their adorable little life. for their first few years, their feet rarely ever touch the ground because tío joel is always ALWAYS down to carry them anywhere and for however long. maria struggles being close to the baby at first, and it’s clear in the way she almost entirely lets them be held by tommy and joel unless she has to breastfeed. the miller boys notice, of course, and tommy suggests her and joel have some time at the lake. her and joel have a long and important talk about how it feels to love another child after losing your first. hearing joel talk about loving ellie and loving sarah starts to soothe something in her she didnt know needed soothing. she doesn’t hold back in loving baby miller after that, and joel reminds her at least once every few months what an amazing mother she is, to the both of her kids

• for their birthdays one random year, maria gifts all of the millers with their own horse. in response, they surprise her with a christmas puppy

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 16, 2021; #267.

Black Sheep: “Without A Doubt”

Salt N’ Pepa ft. En Vogue: “Whatta Man”

Digable Planets: “Nickel Bags”

Fu-Schnickens: “Sum Dum Monkey”

Lord Finesse & AG “Fat For The 90’s”

A Tribe Called Quest: “I Left My Wallet In El Segundo”

Heavy D: “Don’t Curse” (f. various artists)

Arrested Development: “Mr. Wendel”

Nice & Smooth: “Return Of The Hip-Hop Freaks”

Kris Kross: “Warm It Up”

2Pac: “Brenda’s Got A Baby”

Yo-Yo: “Homegirl Don’t Play ‘Dat” (RMX)

Warren G: “Do You See”

Bone Thugs N’ Harmony: “1st Of Tha Month”

Fat Joe f. Diamond D & Grand Puba: “Watch The Sound”

Chi-Ali f. Phife Dawg & Dres: “Let The Horns Blow”

Outkast: “ATLiens”

West-Coast Rap All-Stars: “We’re All In The Same Gang”

Three Times Dope: “Weak At The Knees” + “Funky Dividends”

Naughty By Nature: “It’s On”

LL Cool J & various artists: “I Shot Ya’ (RMX)

Lifer’s Group: "Real Deal”

Boogie Down Productions: “Black Cop”

Kid Frost: “La Rasa”

Grand Daddy I.U.: “Represent”

Scarface: “A Minute To Pray And A Second To Die”

Lost Boyz: “The Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless”

Slick Rick: “Mona Lisa”

Tone Loc: “Funky Cold Medina”

The Notorious B.I.G.: “Who Shot Ya?” + “Big Poppa”

Ice Cube & Ice-T: “Trespass”

2 Live Crew: “Banned In The U.S.A.”

Mobb Deep: “Still Shinin’”

House Of Pain: “Who’s The Man”

Coolio: “Fantastic Voyage”

Sir Mix-A-Lot: “Baby Got Back”

Bonus Omega; golden-era hip-hop and rap.

[trexalicious]

A Balmoral photo ban for Catherine...🤔

[reasoningdaily]

The New York Times: In Texas, a Black High School Student Is Suspended Over His Hair Length

Soon after starting his junior year last month at Barbers Hill High School in Mont Belvieu, Texas, Darryl George was separated from his classmates because of the way he wears his hair, his mother and a lawyer said.

Since the term began on Aug. 16, Darryl, a 17-year-old Black student, has received multiple disciplinary notices that have culminated in more than a week of in-school suspension, where he sits on a stool in a cubicle and work is brought to him, according to his mother, Darresha George. Each morning, he is asked by officials at the school, about 30 miles east of Houston, whether he has cut his hair yet, she said.

He has not.

“He is actually getting singled out,” said Ms. George. “They are personally stopping him, ‘Did he cut his hair?’ Asking him at the door.”

Darryl has locs, or long ropelike strands of hair, that he pins on his head in a barrel roll, a protective style that reflects Black culture, Ms. George said. On Aug. 31, about two weeks after school started, school officials told her that his hair length, even though pinned, violated the dress code.

“I was told that every day Darryl comes to school, he would be put in in-school suspension because his hair has not been cut,” she said. “Even if pulled up in buns or neatly pulled back, because when let down it is below his earlobes and eyebrows.”

Supporters of the family, including legislators and activists, have called the suspension alarming, saying that it could test a new state law called the CROWN Act. The law, which Gov. Greg Abbott signed in May, says, in part, that any dress or grooming policy adopted by a school district “may not discriminate against a hair texture or protective hairstyle commonly or historically associated with race.” The law does not specifically mention hair length.

The Barbers Hill Independent School District’s dress code mandates that a male student’s hair “will not extend below the eyebrows, below the earlobes or below the top of a T-shirt collar.”

A district spokesman, David Bloom, said that the dress code and suspension were “not in conflict” with the CROWN Act because the code permits protective hairstyles, if the hair would not go beyond the permitted length when let down.

“The vast majority of hair code violation punishments — I.S.S. or more severe — have been handed down to white students,” Mr. Bloom said, using the acronym for in-school suspension, where, he said, students are kept in a classroom staffed by a teacher, and sit at desks separated by partitions so as not to disturb one another.

The school informed Ms. George of Darryl’s suspension just one day before the law took effect on Sept. 1, she said.

Even though the CROWN Act does not specifically mention hair length, Darryl’s supporters have said the district’s move violates the spirit of the law. Candice Matthews, a civil rights activist and vice chair of the Texas Coalition of Black Democrats, said that braids, locs and twists need to be long to protect the hair.

“It is a hairstyle that is cultural in nature,” she said.

At least 23 other states have adopted similar laws banning discrimination based on race-based hairstyles in the workplace and public schools.

On Sept. 8, the Texas Legislative Black Caucus sent a letter to the district superintendent, Greg Poole, and the school principal, Lance Murphy, urging the district to clear Darryl’s record and warning that the suspension could set a “dangerous precedent.”

“The school is arbitrarily coming up with something else, saying that it’s really not the hair, it’s the length,” said State Representative Ron Reynolds, a Democrat and chair of the caucus.

State Representative Rhetta Andrews Bowers, a Democrat and the primary author of the CROWN Act, said she was inspired by the Crown Coalition, which advocates adoption of the law in other states, and by DeAndre Arnold and Kaden Bradford, cousins who attended high school in the same district as Darryl and were suspended for the length of their dreadlocks in a case that garnered national attention.

“We anticipated that even with the passage of the legislation that there could possibly be incidents,” she said. “We knew that it was largely going to be education and awareness making people understand. We are still on that path.”

Darryl’s case is not the first to test the new law. In August, Katheryn Huerta, the mother of an elementary school student in Mabank, Texas, cited the CROWN Act when she was told that she would have to cut her son’s long hair. Ms. Huerta told WFAA-TV, a local ABC affiliate, that her district later relented, saying she could put her son’s hair in braids and a bun.

A lawyer for Ms. George, Allie Booker, said that Darryl had been given until the end of the week to comply with the school’s dress code or he could be placed in a disciplinary alternative learning program. Ms. Booker said she is considering legal action.

“We are not cutting his hair,” Ms. George said, “because that is part of his culture, that is his roots. It is like cutting off a part of him.”