#prodigy and hav

[jdubleyou]

🔊📦🔊

[foxghost]

hello! this might be a bit too late as u might be over Joyful Reunion already, but I just finished the 1st book and I have no one to vent to! Why is the danmei fandom not paying attention to this story WTF???? i haven't even gotten to the romance part yet but that was one hell of a gut punch 😭 what else is in store for me? also, I think Wu Du is the ML, he features way too heavily in the bk 2 to not be, at least where I am rn. I never suspected it to be Lang Junxia at all, he's too much of a dad to be one, I think... I'm right, RIGHT?

Also Wu Du is kind of interesting rn, like his entire conflict with being direction less and being the youngest assassin:

“The late emperor said I never did understand what I really wanted. He was right. I’m as direction less as a patch of drifting duckweed, floating whichever way the wind blows."

I'm trying to figure him out. Why do u think he is this way? The other assassins aren't. his entire purpose is to kill, to do as his master says. But, I am interested why Wu Du is being passed around and y he can't stick to one master. And why he is direction less in the first place.

What is it that he actually wants to do? Ik he's young but why did he arrive at such a state. He's kind of miserable, at least the way I'm reading him.

also, I haven't reconciled yet with Li Jianhong's fate, LJ too

sry if I'm rambling I hav a lot of thoughts abt this bk rn and I feel like i'm the only one reading it 😅

One is NEVER over Langjun, my dear anon, so it's never too late to yell into my inbox!

SPOIER ALERT

Okay okay, the book's been out for years and by now so has my translation so YES, you probably got to end of book 2? You'll find out at the end of book 2. Our dear Langjun (which, incidentally, sounds like something that can translate to "my husband" which, accurate) has damaged Duan Ling's trust to the point where his little heart is broken beyond repair when it comes to trusting him.

Why is Wu Du this way? It is a combination of things, but while the other assassins are talented, Wu Du was a child prodigy of the martial arts. In other words, he's the kid who got bored because everything was too easy for him in school. He's also the only assassin who is truly principled. The other assassins can follow orders, but Wu Du believes that he is in possession of a legacy -- the head of the assassins, poisons branch. He knows that as the one assassins capable of easily taking all of the others out, he needs to have a strong moral compass. Working for Zhao Kui (for reasons that you might have gotten to already) knocked him off of that, but following Li Jianhong around brought him back until, you know, he died.

Wu Du needs someone to protect. He needs to know that he is doing the right thing to function. He's really bad at being an assassin.

If you think you're the only one reading it, maybe hunt down someone for a feitian discord server invite and scream into it? I mostly lurk, but from what I can see they're always looking for fresh sacrifices for daddy li and langjun people to cry with.

[x-heesy]

𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚞𝚌𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚣 🤌🏾👈🏽

(Prodigy)

Yeah, yeah.

Payback.

(Hook: Prodigy) - repeat 2X

Infamous up in this, you know how we get down

Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style

We come through the spot real heavy on the waist

So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place

(Prodigy)

Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves

Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas

Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm

Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls

Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard

Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone

Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those

Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals

You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave

I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen

And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank

So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face

Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro

Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold

I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops

If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)

(Hook) - repeat 2X

(Havoc)

Waist. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots

Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop

Block party departed, somebody got bodied

Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie

Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens

Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix

Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06

Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex

I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision

Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'

From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton

I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'

Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe

You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go

Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time

Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind

(Hook) - repeat 2X

(Prodigy)

Yeah, I know you can't believe it. WHOO!

We still soakin' it all in ourselves

Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)

It's our means. Curtis. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson

Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich

You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more

Ya money is old nigga. smell that? That's new money nigga

We filthy rotten rich. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)

G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep {*Prodigy making gun noises*} @ro3000 @2020blaq

𝙿𝚞𝚝 ‚𝙴𝚖 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚋𝚋 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙

[classiqals]

{jacob anderson, 31, cisman, he/him} we are so glad to see you safe, {CHIEF OF STRATEGY & FINANCE} TSAR ISAAK STASOV of RUSSIA! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are BRILLIANT and OBJECTIVE enough to handle it. just don’t let your HIGHLY UNMOTIVATED & DISCONTENTED NATURE bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU HAVE BEEN FALSIFYING FINANCIAL LEDGERS TO FUND PERSONAL PROJECTS IN RUSSIA.

BASICS;

nicknames:  don't you dare.

sexuality:  bisexual

relationship: {soon to be betrothed}

date of birth:  ??? sometime in 1740 probably

zodiac sign:  see above

moral alignment: tba... i actually don't know

hobbies: tba im so tired

dislikes: see above

languages spoken: tba

politics/loyalty: uhh russia, he guesses? is there anything else?

DETAILS;

TW: medical condition mention (?)

all he knew as long as his memories go back, isaak had only the grand tsarina by way of mother, of caretaker. for so many years, he did his best to defend her ways. the story the tsar had been given at age four, when he'd thought to ask, went as the following;

you were a weak child, you were small, you never cried. russia was weak, barely surviving after a horrible plague, and the people still struggled to feed their families. much less with a mouth to feed that was nearly destined to suffer. they were going to leave you behind, but you had a sister. she brought you to me. i nursed you back to health - look at you now.

sometimes, isaak doubts the truth in her tale. it feels like something that would belong to another; for as long as he can remember, he belonged to none other than the tsarina && russia. to him, they were nearly one and the same. or... they once had been.

but the tale does not begin with isaak's disillusionment; no - it begins far before. from infancy, he would tire quickly, and was quite small. it would turn out to be a heart condition that caused much of isaak's grief in childhood, and in his teens, things worsened as he began to rise && take on duties for russia's greater benefit.

he was used to being the smartest in the room; a near mathematical prodigy, he could solve complex equations without hardly trying. reading comprehension, memory, and problem solving also shone brightly as he grew.

some called him lazy; but after two incidents that in modern times would be known as minor strokes left isaak weaker && weaker after both occurrences, the tsarina's complaints faded away, and isaak became the official chief of finance & strategy for russia, taking control of the nation's finances.

one of the side affects from his poor health && the strokes he suffered in his late teens has led to isaak relying on walking aides for his right side - he is never without his cane, and still tries to avoid walking long distances. though the latter has mostly to do with the heart condition (still undiagnosed)

in the last 6-7 years, isaak has become more cynical & bored than before; there is little excitement in math, he has come to find, and realizes that his ideas tend to be bigger than the tsarina's, leaving him unchallenged and sleepy. once a more brighter being, isaak can now be descripted on his worse days as pessimistic, and his best - amusingly snarky.

WANTED CONNECTIONS;

a diagnosis of some kind -> he's never known the cause of his weakness, fluttering heart murmur, the partial paralysis in his leg, the way he thought he was dying twice in his teens. someone who can shed answers on this in any way - be it through medicine, science, naturalistic measures, or spiritual ones, or even personal experience, would be fun to explore!

someone who shows him how to let loose -> boy he is rigid and really hates that about himself. poor guy doesn't even know how to start; he is used to drinking, but usually in a broody way. he's never done a drug, and never truly partied. would be curious to see how it goes... or even just gambling. someone have him let loose, i beg.

another keen mind -> isaak loves to talk debate and strategy and theorize on diplomacy, even some hypothetical plotting. someone to sit up late with hot cocoa in hand, just mulling over anything along those lines, another fellow intellectual.

teach him all you know -> this exposure to culture has been incredible to isaak, and he wishes to learn everything and anything. his history knowledge is limited, so he is playing catch up, and only knows of very major events, such as the reckoning. someone who can fill him in (and maybe, attempt to recruit him to their side of things with a skewed version?) on any of the many dramas happening would be so fun to see!

a helping hand -> i anticipate more than a couple blunders in proper behavior && etiquette. isaak did not exactly have the same lessons as most other royals; and behaves, in truth, more like a commoner than a true tsar of russia. someone who will try and help him learn the basics, quickly, before making a bigger embarrassment of himself!

the one who took offense -> as above, someone who did not react as well to isaak's unusual behavior, and will get offended.

[ianiohn]

Know this: "money is the root of all evil,"

Is a mis-quote, one that has blinded

Many to the truth. The true quote is

"Money is at the root of all evil," thusly,

It is not money that is evil but the deed's

And the way people will go about aquiring

It and the evil and treacherous way's

That people will use it to do evil deed's

Whatever the deed's may be and whoevever

The evil doer's may be. It's easier to control

You if and limit the amount of money

That should come your way if you think

Money is a curse or something that

Will only bring division and an unholiness

To you and your way of life. Perhap's

You've seen people gain much wealth

Only to fall into dark and evil way's and

Only see the money get them out of it

Or lose the money entirely on frivolous

Spending. But isn't that just never hav-

Ing been taught to manage money well,

Not being taught the basic principles

Of being a good steward of wealth that

All told, is a gift from God to be used

Properly and to benefit those around you

And not to be available to those around

You to coerce monies from you by asso-

Ciating one's self with people of bad

Character as it is said, "Bad character

Corrupts." The mind-set of men in this

Way allow's other's to make people be-

Lieve only they have the power to use

The monies they have acquired despite

The fact that it is stolen from the poor,

To whatever mean's they desire even

Though those way's are aimed at you

To end your live's on this earth to make

Way for them and their own and any

Prodigy unfortunate enough to come

From the madness that pervade's their

Mind's and way's about achieving this

Goal, you thinking they can control

The evilness of money. It is a tactic,

The misquote prevalent among you that

Allows the dribble of monies to control

You until the dribble is no more and as

They plan for you, "You will have nothing

And be happy."

[nerdyreaderpapi]

Hi!! Again, I’m so so so sorry for responding so late to these wonderful updates, things are still pretty fresh over here and I’m still getting used to everything that’s happened but I’m trying, and now that I have a free night I’m glued to my screen about to read all these new updates!!

1) THE CHAPTER STARTING OFF LIKE THIS!!? SERIOUSLY COOL BEANS!

“He hummed a chuckle against her lips, rutting her a little harder. “Yeah, ain’t you a lucky girl?” After he’d finished bouncing her around the bed, she had that confirmed even further, too.”

- James, seriously honey, I love you. My jaw was indeed dropped this this scene and I definitely feel the need to open a window or two after that🤭

2) He’d bought her favourite album by The Prodigy on vinyl for her, signed by all four members of the band.  

- JAMES IS THE SWEETEST MAN EVER!! The fact that he went out of his way to do this for Ella and knowing he might hav to start working as a bouncer again is seriously the sweetest thing ever! I love his and Ella’s relationship so much!

3) “My BFG!” she cooed, moving to straddle his lap and kiss him. “You’re the best! Thank you so, so much!” 

“You’re welcome, little,” he hummed, kissing her again and tightening his arms around her.

“And yeah, I’m coming with you to suffer the noise. Got us a hotel booked down there for the weekend and all that, too.”

- NO WORDS JUST MY COUPLE BEING THE SWEETEST EVER! I love the fact that Ella calls James her BFG! I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, their nicknames for each other are so cute and I really love their dynamic! James willing to suffer through noise just to be with Ella>>> he’s my favourite!!

4) “Hi, Ella. I’m Sam, or dickhead, pain in the arse or twat, as my brother often calls me. Nice to meet you!”  

- okay I love Sam so much!! I’m sorry but this was just such a funny introduction 😭😭😭 him naming out all the things he’s often called and then finishing it off with “nice to meet you!” Is just so funny for some reason😂😂 he’s definitely one of my favourites!

5) “Because he loves it.” James hadn’t expected Ella to speak up, but there she was, her hand still squeezing his thigh supportively. “Because he wouldn’t be who he is without his music.” 

- yes Ella defend your man! I love how they always stick up for each other no matter what! I love this about them, and I love how Ella is standing up to his mother and isn’t letting her try and get James down!

6) “Oh, I’m glad to hear you’ve been paying your way and not sponging off my son. I thought maybe the reason he could have been going back to high risk, but high pay work was to support you both. I’m glad that isn’t the case.” Her eyes toured her, picking up her wine glass with a little grin. “Not that you eat much, though. You can’t be expensive to keep. Just as well, really, since you probably vomit most of it back up.” 

- THE GASP I LET OUT!!! HOW DARE YOU CAROLE OH GOSH! I am literally that meme with the fire blowing out of angers ears!! Oh man, reading that made me so angry, like Carole most definitely has problems of her own and I had a gut feeling from the start that I wouldn’t like her at all! This is such disgusting behaviour, but you know what, I’m actually glad that she’s showing her true colours again! So now they can leave her in the dust while they ride off into the sunset together

7) How James didn’t throw the knife in his hand directly at her head, he didn’t know, placing his cutlery down and glaring. “That was low. In fucking fact, mum, that was spiteful. I ain’t having that, nah.”  

“Good bloody lord, Carole!” his dad remarked, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “There was no need for that. Ella, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“Nah, tired of it, innit. You? You ain’t good for my recovery, you wind me the fuck up every time I have to share breathing space with you. Find someone else to pick at, because it ain’t me any longer and it sure as fuck ain’t my girlfriend either.”

- these three paragraphs I love so much! Because I love how all of them (Sam included I just forgot to add his paragraph) stood up to Carole and defended Ella but also calling their mother/wife out on her disgusting, disrespectful behaviour towards James and Ella. And I love that Sam and James dad aren’t the type to bow their heads and stay silent during something like this!

8) Ella totally frying James brain to the point where he can barley speak>>> totally cool beans my Ella heheh

9) STEVE!! I MISS YOU! “Happy birthday, Greenhall. Sorry it ain’t wrapped, I’m a bloke. I’m proper rubbish and all that!” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I love the friendship Ella has with James friends and I love that neither of them feel uncomfortable around each other! It’s like a found family! I love that so much!

Sorry this was so much! I had so much to say lol, and honestly this chapter has most definitely gotten me out of my sad mood! I loved it so much and the amount of love I have for this book is insane!

Thank you so much for your wonderful work and your kind words on the last post! It means a lot to me that someone is here for me, and I’m very sorry for the loss you suffered as well! I’m hoping that you’re okay!

These chapters are absolutely amazing! And I’m sorry but I probably will be spamming because I plan to catch up tonight! So sorry I’m advice 🤭

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Fifteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,830

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

Twenty-three years old. In truth, Ella hadn’t really known where she’d be the year before, her denial and then acceptance of the need to recover herself at the forefront of her mind. Where she found herself was in a position few women would turn down.  

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, ahhhh!” Her gritted statement was delivered on a bliss filled cry, highly enjoying having her insides rearranged as she was shagged ragged from behind by her boyfriend. Slowing, he grasped her shoulders, pulling her until her back pressed against his chest, mouth laying hot kisses at the side of her neck as his hands roamed over her. 

It shined golden through her, every wave of ecstasy elicited by the slow, deep punch of his cock, one hand squeezing her breasts and sliding to hold her throat, the other moving between her legs to begin stroking at her clit. With every roll of his fingertips, he pulled soft wails from her, teeth nipping her neck, sending little bolts skittering through her.   

“So, how’s your birthday going so far, darlin’?” he panted, Ella turning her head with a big smile, kissing him with smouldering sin. 

“Could be a lot worse than getting pounded by a gorgeous, thick cock.”  

He hummed a chuckle against her lips, rutting her a little harder. “Yeah, ain’t you a lucky girl?” After he’d finished bouncing her around the bed, she had that confirmed even further, too.  

“Baby! No! You didn’t!” she screamed, her mouth dropping open, James’s grin widening at seeing how thrilled she was with her gift. He’d bought her favourite album by The Prodigy on vinyl for her, signed by all four members of the band.  

“I did. Knew you’d die as soon as you saw it, innit. Oh, and you might wanna look inside the sleeve.”  

Curious, she opened it up, her mouth falling open again after pulling out two tickets to go and see them live at Kentish Town Forum in London the following month. The tour had sold out before she’d had chance to get any, so how he’d managed it she didn’t know.  

“My BFG!” she cooed, moving to straddle his lap and kiss him. “You’re the best! Thank you so, so much!” 

“You’re welcome, little,” he hummed, kissing her again and tightening his arms around her. “And yeah, I’m coming with you to suffer the noise. Got us a hotel booked down there for the weekend and all that, too.”  

With his money from album sales running quite low, it was truly more than he could afford, but she was worth it. Besides, he could easily go and pick up some work somewhere around recording their new album come nine days from then, Steve already returned to doing doorman work at various clubs and bars around Warwickshire. He’d done it himself in the past at The Gallows, so supposed he could ask Steve’s boss to hook him up with a few hours. It meant losing weekends around shifts, but it paid very well.  

It was The Gallows they were heading to that evening for Ella’s birthday night out, James half expecting her to want to go to a club that played pounding dance music until dawn. Her revealed plans had been very different, though. He couldn’t say that it wasn’t to his relief.  

After the incident when she’d been grabbed at while dancing on a podium, it had made her feel uncomfortable about returning to her beloved dance scene again, Ella beginning to find herself much more at home on the metal scene. Even the music was beginning to grow on her. Plus, it was well known now wherever she went, exactly who she was; War’s girlfriend, and if there was one woman you didn’t grab out of fear of having your arse handed to you, well. It was her.  

Also, she found that the blokes on the rock and metal scene were much more appropriate, too. Despite the common reputation of being uncouth hellions, she definitely noticed a difference in how she was treated.  

Take one night at The Gallows for instance, Ella walking back to her table from the toilets and suddenly finding herself halted by a man she didn’t know, rapidly removing his plaid shirt and tying it around her waist, whispering discreetly that her hotpants had split at the back. The man had introduced himself as Mark, he and his girlfriend Lizzie becoming fast friends with her and her little group.  

They’d be meeting with them that night, as well as her sister and Andrea, too, who they were collecting from the train station that afternoon after visiting James’s parents. Needless to say, the activities planned for afterwards were the ones he was looking forward to more that day. Apart from seeing his dad and sister, but he was dreading introducing Ella to his mother.  

“If she says anything thoughtless, just ignore her. Carole Kingston ain’t known for having a filter. I’d say she don’t mean it, like, but I’m not so sure any longer. Fucking shit stirrer,” he spoke as they alighted the car outside number forty-seven, Prescott Drive a few hours later.  

Halting him at the bottom of the drive, she grabbed his hands, giving his arms a little shake. “Come on, chill out a bit before you go in there.” 

“I’m fine, I’m chilled,” he spoke. 

Ella snorted softly. “That’s a load of bollocks, baby. You’re practically grinding your teeth. Come on, just breathe it out, relax.” Truly, she wanted it to go well for his sake more than hers, not wanting there to be any existing conflict for him to negotiate. It all depended on what mood his mother was in though, she supposed.  

He dropped a kiss to her forehead, grabbing her hand before walking up the drive past his dad’s car, the front door flying open. 

“Nah, Jimbo! What are you doing with such a pretty girl? Did she not bring her white stick and Labrador with her?”  

“Fuck off, dickhead,” he frowned, Sam throwing her head back with a squeaky laugh.  

“Hi, Ella. I’m Sam, or dickhead, pain in the arse or twat, as my brother often calls me. Nice to meet you!”  

Indeed, those were his preferred names. “Nice to meet you, Sam.” she spoke, James walking past her with a shoulder barge. 

“Out the way, skin!” he muttered, stopping to grin and then pull her into a hug. “What kind of mood is the duchess in?” 

“Not too bad, you know. Freaked out over cheese sauce. She’s made lasagne.” Immediately, his stomach tingled, wondering how Ella would cope with that, a food that was definitely placed on the scary category. It had to be said, though, she was getting better. She managed to eat rice a few times a week without issue, which was good since they had to make food money stretch.  

Moving through the house, they arrived in the large kitchen, the space extending around to a dining room as well. What had once been a modest council house had been turned into a much larger home, the extension built on by Ted, Alan’s brother giving a lot of space that hadn’t existed before, and a garden much easier to manage.  

“Alright, kidda! Ella, looking lovely as usual. Happy birthday, petal!” Alan spoke as he walked back in from the garden, handing her a card and giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

“Awww, thanks, Alan,” she spoke, opening it up, thanking him again after reading the message and finding a twenty-pound note kindly included, Carole turning from the sink. 

“Oh! You’re here! Hi!” Bustling over, she pulled James into a hug, turning then to Ella with a smile. “Well! You’re nothing like the last one, but that’s a good thing. Bright yellow hair, tattoos on her face and a flippin’ great big ring in the middle of her nose!” she exclaimed, the corner of her mouth twitching as she laughed.  

James supposed that was a compliment of sorts. Unless you happened to be Chrissie, his ex. His insides unclenched a little, seeing that his mum appeared to be in a good mood. It was what drove him up the wall about her most, the fact that Carole had the capacity to be a perfectly lovely woman, but all too often let her less favourable qualities get the better of her. 

Still, he knew how quickly she could find a fault and begin to pick at it. Like clockwork, it began over lunch, James noticing her eyes flitting to Ella at regular intervals, very observant over the smaller portion of food she ate.  

“Eh lad, I was out with a few of the fellas from work last night, saw Steve on the doors at that new club they’ve opened in what used to be the old Lloyds bank. When’d he go back to it?” Alan asked, placing his cutlery down and picking up his beer.  

“Not long ago,” he confirmed, crunching through a piece of cucumber. “He’s having a word with his boss tonight, seeing if he can get me back in it as well.”  

Carole’s eyes snapped to her son, pausing from chewing. “James, you aren’t seriously considering going back to being a bloody bouncer, are you?” 

“Yeah, I am. I’m good at it and it pays well. Only downside is losing my weekend nights, but it wouldn’t be every weekend. The shifts rotate,” he confirmed, reaching to tickle Ella’s cheek with his finger when she poked her bottom lip out. If there was one thing she loved, it was going out for a good time with her boyfriend.  

Her eyebrows rose. “Really? That’s the only downside? You getting glassed or worse by some pissed up idiot isn’t something you’re factoring in here?” 

“Ease up, love,” Alan spoke lightly, “he’s a big lad, he can handle himself. Then there’s the ole’ kickboxing, you’ve started that too now, right? How’s that going?” 

James thought it was commendable that his dad obviously wanted to move the conversation on from being something to gripe about. “Yeah, I really enjoy it. Only had two classes so far, go on Monday and Wednesday evenings.” 

“Learning kickboxing won’t stop you from being stabbed.” Oh, no. She wasn’t quite done yet. “Remind me how many times you had a knife pulled on you while you were working doors before?”  

“Three, and none ever got me,” he spoke, chewing the inside of his cheek with irritation.  

He watched her shrug, the corner of her mouth twisting. “I hope you’re not going back to it because underneath, you want them to. We’re not back there are we, James?”  

Ella’s eyes widened, gulping down her mouthful of food, reaching beneath the table to rest a hand on his thigh. God, he was right. No tact was to be found there.  

“I’d say I can’t believe you’ve just said that, but I can.” Fixing her with a hard look, he lifted his chin. “No. I’m not.” 

“Carole,” Alan warned, placing his glass down. “Don’t.”  

“Don’t what? Show concern with what ‘profession’ our son is seeking?” 

“I already have one of those,” the son himself stated, “but sadly ‘cos our corner of the metal world ain’t as lucrative as the more mainstream stuff, it don’t pay fortunes. I need quick cash until we get the next album done, get out on the road again and all that. Touring is where the main revenue is, innit.” 

“Then why in god’s name are you flippin’ doing it? Wasting your bloody time, you are!” 

“Because he loves it.” James hadn’t expected Ella to speak up, but there she was, her hand still squeezing his thigh supportively. “Because he wouldn’t be who he is without his music.” 

Carole wasn’t used to having her opinion challenged, no matter how politely. “What’s that then, Ella? A clinically depressed man who seems to be heading down all the wrong paths in his life? Choosing a career that doesn’t pay and sublimating it with a job fraught with dangers?” 

“Clinical depression is what he has. It isn’t who he is. Who he is, is a musician. A very talented one.”  

His heart bloomed, to hear those words. He’d known Ella for six and a half months and yet, she had a better understanding of him than his own mother. It spoke volumes. Carole, however, wasn’t to be defeated like that. Her words were delivered with the brand of cool snide the entire family were sadly becoming all too used to hearing.  

“So, where are you working at the moment, then? What’s your special talent, Ella?” 

James’s eyes fixed on her, his nostrils flaring. His girlfriend had hit her with something she couldn’t argue back against, so she’d changed track.  

“Currently, I’m not working. I start my new job next Monday, though. At the florist just off the high street.” 

“Oh, Bloomin’ Lovely?” Sam interjected, wanting to try and steer the conversation round. “I bought mum a bouquet from there for her birthday a few months back. The lady was so sweet, with all her bracelets and those crazy glasses and bright pink hair!”  

“Yeah, that’s it!” Ella confirmed. “And her hair is orange at the moment. She seems really cool.”  

“So, what have you been living off since you’ve been out, then, since you’ve only recently found yourself work?” Carole then questioned, the corner of her mouth upturning, thinking she had a win coming her way. 

Ella felt uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t be made to feel small. “I had some cash from my former job in the bank.” 

“Oh, I’m glad to hear you’ve been paying your way and not sponging off my son. I thought maybe the reason he could have been going back to high risk, but high pay work was to support you both. I’m glad that isn’t the case.” Her eyes toured her, picking up her wine glass with a little grin. “Not that you eat much, though. You can’t be expensive to keep. Just as well, really, since you probably vomit most of it back up.” 

How James didn’t throw the knife in his hand directly at her head, he didn’t know, placing his cutlery down and glaring. “That was low. In fucking fact, mum, that was spiteful. I ain’t having that, nah.”  

“Good bloody lord, Carole!” his dad remarked, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “There was no need for that. Ella, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

She nodded, but inside felt her stomach turning over and over, unable to believe how unpleasant the afternoon had turned. All because Carole was wrong and couldn’t stand it. 

She shrugged, sipping her wine with nonchalance. “Don’t apologise for me. I’m not sorry for pointing out the truth.” 

“Mum, stop it. You’re only embarrassing yourself,” Sam groaned, combing her fingers through her short, bobbed hair. 

With those words, James made a decision, looking across the table to see nothing but smug glee from a woman who truly should have been nothing but ashamed for the way she’d just spoken. If only her ego would let her.  

“And that’s the last time I step foot in this house.” Standing up, he turned to Ella, reaching for her hand. “You can’t help yourself, mum, and deep down I don’t even think you want to. I think you enjoy provoking reactions. Alright so fine, I obviously didn’t grow up to be the son you wanted. I’m a basket case of a black metal musician and that pisses you off, but Ella ain’t done fuck all to you.” 

“James, that’s not...” Carole began, but her eldest had truly had enough. 

“Nah, tired of it, innit. You? You ain’t good for my recovery, you wind me the fuck up every time I have to share breathing space with you. Find someone else to pick at, because it ain’t me any longer and it sure as fuck ain’t my girlfriend either.” Walking around the table, he grasped his dad’s shoulder, telling him he’d see him soon, dropping a kiss to Sam’s head and pledging her the same.  

He was about to leave, turning back suddenly. “You know what? One thing I’ve learned in therapy is that with mental illness, sometimes people with a mentally ill parent are more predisposed to it, like. Maybe you might wanna go get whatever the fuck it is you’re suffering from checked out, save you losing any other members of your family, yeah?” 

“Oh, shut your mouth, James! How flippin’ dare you accuse me of that! You’re the crazy one here, not me!” 

Now she’d really done it, the bile in him rising sharply. “Drop dead, you vile old twat.” 

Leaving the house, the first thing he did was take Ella’s face in his hands and kiss her, wrapping her in a huge hug. “I love you so fucking much. I’m sorry she chose today of all day’s to be such a cunt to you. Gave me the push I’ve needed for a while, though, innit. She ain’t no good for me, so I don’t want nothing to do with her.” 

Her eyes widened, shaking her head. “You were right. I wondered, you know, could she truly be that bad? Bleedin’ hell. She’s worse. It’s so flip switch, too!” 

“Told you.” 

“And she’s so calculated! If you prove her wrong on one thing, she veers off and attacks you over something else!” 

“Told you.” 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry you had a mum like her to deal with, especially while you’ve been recovering!” Her jaw tightened, shaking her head. “I could smack her for calling you crazy! What a nasty woman.” 

He took her hand, kissing it before they walked away from the house, the muffled sounds of his parents yelling at each other fading as they moved down the drive. “Yeah, this is why I ain’t been around her much. Her having that attitude towards me is one thing, but you? Nah. Fuck that.” He smirked a little sadly, his nose crinkling. “I still feel like a cunt for telling her to drop dead though, innit. Didn’t mean that, I was just pissed off with her being like that all the shitting time.”  

“I think you were reserved for how blazing you can be when you’re angry!” she cried, James getting into the car and leaning over to open her door for her. “You didn’t even shout at her. You just like, told her it wasn’t on and then removed yourself. It’s pants, it really is, but if that’s how she chooses to behave then honestly, this has probably been a long time coming.” 

He started the engine, but sat and looked thoughtful for a few moments, reaching to grasp her hand. “I love that about you, babe. You’re so fucking wise, and you’re right. It has. Thanks for standing up for me in there, too. Just wish it hadn’t fucking happened. Proper fucking stressed now.” 

Looking at her watch, she saw that the disastrous lunch had left them with three hours to kill until Andrea’s train arrived, her fingers tickling her way up his arm through the thick, grey sweater he wore. “I can take your mind off the stress, if you like?” 

The suggestion in her voice and the way she looked out from under her lashes at him was undeniable. Half an hour later, and he was relaxing in the armchair, smoking a joint while Ella’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. There were much worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon, he thought. He could have stayed at his mother’s house, for example.  

The tie had been severed now, though, and while he did feel shit about how it had all ended, there was a very real sense of peace he experienced at cutting her out of his life. If she brought him nothing but frustration then she couldn’t remain. Frustration was the last thing he felt in that moment, though, taking one last puff on the joint before placing it down, not wanting to be too high when he had to drive. Besides, Ella was doing wonderful things for him with her mouth all on her own. 

“Mmmmm, fuck, your cock is so hard,” she moaned, flicking her tongue over the head before taking him back deep again, feeling it twitch. “Makes me really want to get on it, but I’ll have enough of that later, and I don’t want a sore little pussy to take that kind of pounding.”  

Working him faster and faster, her hand massaged the base of him while her mouth gradually added more pressure, his hips twitching and abs locking as with a deep groan, he spilled into her throat. 

Swallowing, she carefully tucked him back into his jeans, licking her lip seductively as she reached for her can of Diet Coke and took a big gulp. “Less stressed now?” 

“Mm.” 

Chuckling at his blissed-out reaction, she moved astride him. “Did I fry your brain?” 

“Mm.”  

She kissed him, all slow heat, his hands grasping tight on her bum. “Cool beans. Can’t be having a stressed-out church burner on my hands.” He laughed, and she received a hard slap to her bum, Ella squeaking as she made herself comfortable on his lap. They had about twenty minutes of the flat to themselves before Steve and Snedders arrived back, the guys laden with bags.  

“Happy birthday, Greenhall!” Steve announced at high volume. “Sorry it ain’t wrapped, but I’m a bloke. I’m proper rubbish at all that!” 

She had her face grabbed and a huge smacker planted on her lips, James beginning to laugh filthily. “Ahh man. If only you knew where her mouth was twenty minutes ago.” 

Steve worked it out in two seconds, shuddering, his face so sour that the flat was filled with riotous laughter at his expense as he strode for the alcohol bottles in the kitchen and cleansed himself with four mouthfuls of Jack Daniels. “Oh man. No. Bleugh. Open your present!” 

Ella peered into the bag, her eyes lighting up. “I love you! You’ve been talking to Hester, haven’t you?” 

“I fucking have!” he announced proudly as she pulled out a wooden carved buddha statue she’d been eyeing in the local new age shop, plus a bottle of Absolut vodka. “Get it open! Let’s do shots!”  

Ella shared a look with James. “Only him. Only ole’ Berserker over there would have designs on drinking my birthday present with me.” 

“Oi! Who polished off my fucking tequila last Sunday and then kept me awake while she bounced all over my best friend’s cock? You and your sex screaming owe me, now get over here!”  

He had a point, Ella scrambling from James’s lap with her vodka as he laughed loudly, moving to Steve who was lining up shot glasses. She had the feeling it was about to be an awesome night, regardless of what had befallen it in the hours before.  

She’d be right to, too.  

[beyondbinaries]

Okino pokeverse!!!

A mysterious student attending Uva Academy, presenting under the name of Kiriko Douji, they are extremely intelligent and a bit standoffish. Just like Penny, they are extremely tech savy, if not moreso.

Not much is known about them other than the fact they were recommended to the Academy and endorsed by Turo.

Tsukasa Okino has been in Paldea since his youth, mysteriously pulled back in time through the Time Machine. A child prodigy who would later help Turo with the creation of his ai form and fine tuning of the Time Machine so no other human could be pulled through. Before Turo's passing he'd ask Okino to look after Arven. Which Okino would gladly come to do. Although not before he'd erase all mentions of a boy from the future from Ai Turo's memory box. Leaving the memory that Kiriko Douji was the granddaughter of one of Turo's investors. A simple way to gain access to Uva without a potential incident occuring.

With Okino travels a mysterious pokemon! Name tba but uh hav its fc. It beby u all should die for it

[teamwopo]

Classic 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Repost @itzmurdamuzik with @get_repost ・・・ Artist: Mobb Deep ft. Lil Kim Song: Quiet Storm (Remix) Album: Murda Muzik Producer: Havoc Year: 1999 #mobbdeep #havoc #quietstormremix #lilkim #prodigy #hav #murdamuzik #theinfamous #imd #qbc #queensbridge #qb #queens #hiphop #rap #classic #classicalbum #RIPPRODIGY

[jujujitsu]

Word Count: 6260

Genre: AoT AU! Modern Foreign Exchange Students x OC, Slow Burn Romance (My OC Adelaide x Reiner Braun and @sparklekitteh x Jean Kirstein). This fic is literally for the two of us (but there are some single characters so, if you want a pairing, we can plot)

Warnings: Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember I’m hella dyslexic. NSFW Minors DNI mentions of boners and sexual conquests. Please if you are going to criticize my attempts to use another language, be gentle. I did the best research I could. Constructive criticism is welcomed concerning the German and French language and cultural stuff mentioned. Also, when I say football, I mean actual football, not the American version.

Featured Characters and ships in this series:

AOT: Ymir x Historia Reiss, Eren Yeager X Mikasa Ackerman, Connie Springer x Sasha Braus, Bertholdt Hoover x Annie Leonhart, Marcel Galliard, Porco Galliard, Marco Bodt, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Pieck Finger, Mina Carolina (Will be updated over time) My OC: Maru Anshul, Dresen Zalargin, Kaleo and Nerao Caldera, Catorce Oreic, Teresan Molnier

Next Chapter here!

Synopsis: Adelaide Drust plays hockey for her university in a little country called Paradis. It's the destination for many foreign exchange students, including herself. There's always something to do, but she prefers her solitude outside of class and practice, until her classmate and project partner Jean Kirstein invites her to his frat's last weekend BBQ of the year. She rolls the idea of going in her mind as she takes in all the new projects thrown her way during midterms. A chance meeting with a stranger at the gym late at night further solidifies her decision to socialize and get to know the student body.

Adelaide blinked as she tried to regain some sort of focus for the remainder of her midday art class. She realized she was absently staring outside the window as if lost in another time and place. She recalled the strange daydream floating about her head. It was vivid and strong. She was in another world with dragons and other fantastical beasts. She even had wings! But, that was just it. All those thoughts weren’t real nor were they related to her current, ordinary life.

She was just a college student who played on her university’s hockey team. She was missing out on the information her professor was providing concerning their first group project. She should have been paying attention and she scolded herself for not catching the first half of her instructions.

"Presentations are due by the end of next week," the professor told them. "You and your assigned partner will have five minutes each to present. Don't wait till the last minute. Go ahead and pair up with your partners for the remainder of the class and get a plan hammered out."

Chairs scraped across the floor as students got up to meet with their project partners. Adelaide opened her email to see who she was paired, but before she had a chance to let it load, a shadow fell over her.

"Looks like we're working together," stated a smooth, relaxed accented voice off to Adelaide's side. "Adelaide, right?"

She turned to regard the tall, ash blonde youth who had a nice little goatee coming in on his pointed chin. She went ahead and locked her phone because she knew who he was. "Yeah, that's me and you are Jean Kirstein, right?"

"You recognize me?"

"Forward on Paradis University's football team, yeah? Exchange student from France. I know a couple of girls who won't shut up about you."

Jean rubbed the back of his neck and became somewhat bashful. "Is that right? Well, I know a couple of boys who won't shut up about you, Ms. Hockey Star and Fencing Prodigy."

Adelaide gave him a charming little smirk. "I bet that's annoying, huh? Almost as annoying as hearing about you all day from my roommates."

"Not too bad," Jean admitted. "Only when you pass by the practice field. I haven’t said shit about having a class with you yet. They'd beg me to give you their number."

"I haven't said anything to my roommates about you either for the same reason."

"They'd just be disappointed. I have someone." He held up his phone after clearing his student email app to show her a picture of his girlfriend. He was just bursting with so much pride as he showed her off. She had long brown hair with little ringlets throughout her mane and she had the most adorable, pronounced nose, much like him. "Her name is Julianna. She's the love of my life."

"She's gorgeous," Adelaide replied with a genuine smile. And she meant it. The woman was soft and had the most pleasant energy. It reminded her of someone rabbits would just flock to. It was an oddly specific thought, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. This woman, sitting in the middle of a meadow with bunches of bunnies and birds just existing peacefully in her presence.

"Guess while I have this out, I should get your number so we can talk about our art project," Jean chuckled.

"Oh, yeah probably a smart thing to do," Adelaide reasoned. "Just don't give it to any weirdos."

"Hey, I'm not that kind of dude!"

"To have a girl like that one on your arm, nah, you're trustworthy," Adelaide replied. She gave him her number and Jean sent her a little emoji, so she'd have his.

"We'll brainstorm on Sunday. Got a party tomorrow with the frat. Say, do you want to come? It's just a bunch of people from various sport teams, so you'd fit right in."

"I think my teammates were talking about some sort of get together earlier this week," Adelaide revealed. "I guess it was your party."

"Yeah, last BBQ of the season. I'll send you the address. Come on by if you want. Plenty of food and booze. And lots of drinking games."

"I'll think about it," she promised as she looked up at the clock on the wall. "Nice to meet you, Jean."

The idea of going to any sort of party quickly vanished as the day wore on. It was hectic as projects and other assignments were dished out in preparation for midterms.

It was late that night when Adelaide finally made her way to the gym for her daily workout. She imagined she'd be the only one there, especially in the weight room. She swiped her student ID and noted how quiet the foyer was. It was so strange hearing almost absolute silence in a place that was normally so lively.

She heard weights clinking as she neared the weight room and she realized she wasn't the only insane person hitting the gym at 1 AM. Through the glass she saw this massive blond-haired man with his chiseled back facing her as he effortlessly worked the cable machine. He was a steel beam column of a man from head to toe. Every inch of him was carved to perfection. And yeah, he had a dump truck of an ass to flaunt in those gray sweatpants he wore. She could only imagine how the front looked.

He was drenched with sweat in his sleeveless workout shirt. His arms glistened beautifully and when she opened the door to enter, she heard this lovely low grunt as he pushed himself to complete his set.

The weights were maxed out on the machine, and he was just going at it without any indication of fatigue. Until he looked up in the overhead mirrors and saw her, that is. He noticed she was looking at him. He was used to it. People always interrupted his workout to chat or hassle him for tips and pointers. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if a cute girl like that came up and started talking to him. But she admired him quietly and for some reason, it made him blush and become fixated on her completely.

Adelaide knew better than to keep staring. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. She went on about her business like he didn’t matter because she was here to work out, not to admire the beautiful herculean blonde across the room. She went straight to the pull up bar to start her routine. He, on the other hand, was so captivated and instantly smitten that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was so short, and lean compared to him. Honestly, he found it adorable.

She looked familiar but he wasn’t sure where he knew her. Maybe he had a class with her, but surely, he’d remember someone that cute. Then it hit him. He realized he'd seen her before because one of his roommates had her poster on his wall.

Porco Galliard wouldn't shut up about the captain and center player for Paradis's female hockey team, The Ice Witches. Captain Adelaide Razori Drust. The Ghost in the flesh. She was given that nickname because she was so damn fast and always won a faceoff. She had the highest scoring stats in the collegiate league and Assistant Captain Annie Leonhart wasn't too far behind her. Mikasa Ackerman was an impressive goalie too. Nothing got by her and her perfected butterfly style guard.

Reiner knew all about them because his buddy Bertholdt dated Annie and his brother in the frat Eren dated Mikasa. Porco stupidly fanboyed over Adelaide and begged them all to hook him up. But Adelaide was elusive, and her teammates respected her privacy.

Reiner always scoffed at Porco when he'd go on about her like she was God's gift to the world. Even Marcel vocalized his crush on her to an unhealthy degree. He found it annoying only because they spoke about her so lewdly. He'd never seen her in person. Not like they had. Porco often saw her in passing but he didn’t have the balls to approach her. Marcel bragged that she waved at him at the football field once, and boy did that heat Porco up. But here she was, and suddenly he understood why they were so infatuated because he suddenly was too.

Reiner slowed his reps until he finished his set completely. He wiped off his face and what not while he watched her warmup with a few well thought out stretches. Her range of motion was extraordinary. The way she could bend and turn with such fluidity made his breath hitch. And she looked so defined and strong. For someone who was known for her agility, she had a beautiful carved body and honestly, it turned him on.

He watched her jump up and take the pull up bar. Her gaze was set forward into nothingness as she started her chin ups. Reiner gave her a soft smile and went on about his business too.

The entire time they did circles around one another with their music pushing them on. Occasionally, they'd glance at one another while the other was oblivious. Reiner strutted and poked his chest out and it was so odd because he never acted like a macho jackoff in the gym. But for some reason, he wanted her attention.

He observed her on the free weights and her form was so perfect on every exercise she did. And when she eventually went to do squats, he had to turn away. He'd never gotten hard in someone's presence while they worked out, but holy shit, she had a phenomenal thick ass. He was flustered like an idiot and when he heard her grunt, he knew he needed to leave. He was getting too worked up and the last thing he wanted was for someone to feel unsafe at the gym. He'd go manage his frustrations in the privacy of his bedroom.

He was gathering up his stuff when she called to him. "Hey, are you done? Can you spot me?"

His heart skipped a beat or two, maybe five. Hell, he should have been dead. Her voice sounded so sweet. How could he possibly say no?

"Yeah, s-sure, I'd be happy to," he said without turning around. His voice cracked. It actually cracked! He was so embarrassed that it deflated his half hard dick quickly. He was at least thankful for that. Now he could face her without feeling like a creep. Adelaide noted his accent immediately. It was so heavy, and she didn't recognize it whatsoever. She didn't even hear his pitch change because she was so caught off guard by his unfamiliar tone.

"Where are you from?" she questioned as she wiped the sweat from her face. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Germany," he replied as he finally turned around. "And you?"

Adelaide's eyes immediately went to his shirt. It had a fat cat lifting weights with a captain saying, 'Oh Lord! He Liftin'. She lost it and full-on belly laughed without any attempt to try and compose herself properly. "Oh gosh, that's adorable!"

Reiner blushed hard and found himself smiling as she tried to gather herself. That's when he noticed her tank top with a buff witch in a pose with the caption, 'Hexin' and Flexin'." Now he was the one wiping a tear from his eye as he recovered from explosive laughter.

"Seems we have similar humor," Reiner pointed out. "I love it."

"I'm sorry about that, honestly," Adelaide sighed. "I wasn't expecting to see that shirt on you. I mean. You were just so serious about your sets."

"I like to have fun," he informed with a playful wink as his confidence took hold. "No sense in having a stick up your ass, yeah?"

Just as quickly as his confidence came, it left. He felt himself becoming bashful as her eyes lingered on him. Despite feeling a bit shy, the energy between them just was just so right and he wanted to see where it would go.

"I should probably answer your question," she said as she cleared her throat and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm from Canada, British Columbia to be exact."

"Munich then since we're being specific," Reiner informed. "I'm here for more than a semester. Hopefully permanently."

"I'm Adelaide," she said as she extended her hand. "Adelaide Drust"

"Reiner Braun," he replied smoothly as he took it in his own oversized mitt. He felt his face heat up more. It was adorable how small her hand was compared to his. He wanted to hold it and admire it, but he knew that would be so weird. He was already holding on to her for far too long. He released it quickly and looked into her brilliant gray eyes for some indication that he'd made her uncomfortable.

She just smiled up at him. And it was so goddamn beautiful. He was lost in her image, and he knew he looked so stupid obviously flustered. And the dumbest shit spilled from his mouth without him thinking.

"Du hast wunderschöne augen," he muttered absentmindedly. "Mein Gott."

Adelaide tilted her head to the side. Reiner frantically shook his head and averted his gaze. "S-sorry, I, uh...you needed a spotter?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he cursed himself for being so silly. Thank God she didn’t understand him.

"If it's not too much trouble," she replied.

"Will you...do for me too?"

"Of course, I will!"

She replied with so much enthusiasm that his heart continued to melt into this disgusting puddle of cringe worthy fascination. He followed her looking like a pathetic love-struck puppy until she turned around, then he resumed his stoic expression.

And suddenly, they were hitting it off, casually talking about their work out goals, the sports they were involved in, their countries, and life here in Paradis. Reiner gave her pointers because he wanted to be a personal trainer after he competed in the Olympic games. His degree was in exercise science and his minor was sports management. Despite her own knowledge, she took everything he said with gratitude and grace, and he loved that she allowed him to talk so freely.

"What about you?" He asked after they sat the bar back in place when he finished up his work out. He looked up her while he caught his breath and he found himself lost in her eyes again. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, even at this angle, but he was just too shy.

It was funny. He was this huge, massive dude who could get anyone he wanted, but this short, swole chick with a mischievous glint in her eyes and charming smile just...made him weak.

"I'm kind of divided," Adelaide admitted as she braced herself and leaned over the barbell. "I want to compete in the Olympics too. Both Winter and Summer. But after that, I don't know."

"Eh? You aren't going for a professional league?" Reiner asked as he sat up. She immediately handed him his water and he purposefully made it a point to brush against her hand when he took it. He caught the gentle smirk on her face and knew he had been found out. Still, he remained neutral just to gage her reactions further.

"Dunno," Adelaide shrugged. "Maybe I will. I'm just kinda winging life right now. My major is Pre-Law and I have an Art minor. Has nothing to do with the sports I play."

"You want to be a lawyer?"

"I'm really good at debates and arguing," Adelaide laughed as she reached down and grabbed her own water. "And I enjoy research so, it just made sense."

"You have an intimidating presence," Reiner pointed out. "But I like it. Something tells me you don't smile much, but here you are grinning like that...from ear to ear. Is it because of me?"

"Why don't you tell me something else in your language and maybe I'll keep smiling for you?"

Reiner immediately chuckled but it faded quickly when he realized she was serious. He couldn't stop the cheeky grin that spread across his face. He wanted to tell her something bold because, fuck it, why not? She didn't know German. And the energy around them was becoming…something else. That simple method of touching her hand drew her in and he wanted to keep the momentum going.

"Ich steh’ auf dich."

He expected her to ask what it meant. But she didn't. He definitely would have explained himself if she wanted him to elaborate. Instead, she quietly observed him for a moment as if she were trying to interpret what he said based off his body language. And the way she ended up looking into his eyes made his dick start to rise again.

His confidence came back to him in force and all he could think about was the two of them making spontaneous love together in the showers while he vocalized all these endless praises about her beauty and how he wanted this to be something regular between them, if she liked how he felt. Especially if she could handle his thick cock without much fuss because, not many could. Everything about Reiner Braun was big and intimidating.

Her phone buzzed and she broke away from his brilliant gaze to see who messaged her. She knitted her brow together. "Ah, shit, guess I'm cutting this short. Gotta go pick up a drunk friend."

She gathered up her things but before she left, she stopped next to Reiner and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. He melted. He absolutely melted under her touch and the genuine appreciative expression she gave him. It literally broke his brain.

"Thank you for helping me. Maybe I'll see you around? Catch you later Rhino."

She didn't wait for a response. Not that he could give her one anyway. He just stared at the wall with his lip partially parted. She gave him a nickname and he adored it. It played in his mind like a broken record, and he hoped he heard her call him that often. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind after that moment. He was in love. It was love at first sight and it was so damn cliché but that's what it was.

He heard the door close, and he woke out of his daze. That's when he realized...he didn't get her number. "Scheiße!"

Reiner gathered up his stuff. He didn't have time to wipe down the equipment. He tucked his dick the best he could because, yeah, he was pitching a fucking tent. He had it bad for that little lady. He needed to see her again. Nothing else had any meaning because his dumbass was suddenly in love.

He stumbled out the door and ran toward the foyer. She was nowhere to be found.

"Ja leck mich doch mal kreuzweise!" He shouted as he snagged a fist full of his hair and sighed in personal defeat. Then he thought maybe he could catch her in the parking lot. By the time he was out the door, he noticed taillights at a stop sign down the road and he just hung his head, finally accepting that he'd have to figure out another way to meet her again.

The next morning, Adelaide dragged herself to her car after morning practice.

“Hey! Addie wait up!” Ymir called.

Adelaide groaned. The bags under her eyes were horrible and she didn’t perform well today.

"You okay? You really weren’t present today.”

"Yeah, I’m just exhausted," Adelaide admitted. “It was a long night and, I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Are you still going to try to go to that party tonight with us?” Ymir questioned.

"Going to take a nap and figure out what to wear."

"I'll be over with Historia at 4pm then. She'll help get you looking nice. You know how she is I mean, she's my little princess."

"Alright, sounds good," Adelaide sighed as she hopped in her car

"And I want to hear about this Reiner guy you met last night," Ymir urgently told her before she got in her own vehicle.

"Yeah, yeah," Adelaide scoffed as she waved her off dismissively and shut the door. She pressed her head against her stirring wheel and sighed. “Fuck me, I need to sleep.”

Down the road, Reiner Braun was scouring social media apps, trying to find Adelaide on some platform so he could connect with her. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Jean Kirstein looked up at him from his morning study session while he drank some of French pressed coffee.

"Your protein shake is going to separate before you finish it," he teased. "What's up Reiner? You look so distracted. Like, you’ve met the love of your life and you’ve let them slip away from you."

He just sighed and set his phone down. "That’s probably an over exaggeration of my situation, but, yeah, I’m looking for someone I met last night at the gym. We hit it off and I didn't get her number."

"Reiner found a girl he liked?" came the gritty voice of a sleepy Eren Yeager as he shuffled into the kitchen. "Is that what I just heard? And you didn't get her number like a dumbass?"

"And she's not on social media?" Jean questioned while he rolled his eyes at Eren.

"Nein," Reiner huffed as he placed his head in his hand.

Eren just shrugged and went to the pantry to retrieve his favorite sugary cereal. Both Reiner and Jean gave him this judgmental expression as he filled a bowl impossibly high with it.

"Milk will make that shit go everywhere," Jean pointed out.

"Fuck off, Kirstein, I know what I'm doing," Eren snapped as began pouring milk into his bowl.

There was a crash overhead and a series of shouts. Reiner, Jean, and Eren all looked up at the same time.

"Well, there goes our peaceful morning," Jean sighed. "Hell's demons stir."

Eren grinned but he didn't realize he overflowed his bowl. Reiner glanced down just in time to snatch up his phone. "Eren! Halt das maul, du kleiner Scheißkerl!"

"Fuck! Sorry Reiner!" Eren shouted as he slammed the milk carton down and yanked half the paper towels from the roll.

"Eren, putain d'abruti," Jean said while shaking his head and slamming his book shut.

Another crash sounded from upstairs, and Marco's cry followed. Porco began his shouting match and Jean stood up to give Eren an earful. The chaos of the frat house had only just begun. Reiner just chuckled and crossed his arms as he watched the situation unfold. He’d figure out how to find her later. Today was their BBQ and he was looking forward to it.

Adelaide's alarm went off way too soon. At least that's how she felt. She could smell the evening coffee brewing strong in the common room. She looked across to Maru's shared space and saw she was already up.

While running her fingers through her hair, she left their room to fix a cup before she began getting ready.

"Addie!" Maru called. "I was just making your coffee how you like."

"Maru, you're too good to me."

Maru skipped over and hugged her tightly. It never failed. She always greeted Adelaide like she hadn't seen her in days. But that was just Maru and how she showed her love to her adopted sister.

"Did you like the cake I picked out?" Adelaide asked gently stroking her hair.

"Yes!! I was so happy to see it in the fridge when I got home. You always know when I'm having a bad day."

“Mhmm, that’s what I’m here for.”

“I’ll have it ready Addie. You’re going out tonight and I’m so excited. You never go to parties! “

A series of hard knocks came to the door. Maru immediately jumped because it startled her and Adelaide glared in annoyance at the continuous sound.

"That'll be Ymir and them," Adelaide explained as she briskly made her way to the door.

"Oh! I'll get some more cups out!" Maru stated as she hurried into the kitchen.

Ymir impatiently pounded on the door again and while she was in the middle of knocking, Adelaide flung it open. Historia gasped and almost squealed in response.

"About fucking time, sheesh," Ymir groaned as she marched her ass into the dorm. "I aged 60 years standing there."

"Ohhh I smell coffee!" Historia clapped.

"Well come on. Maru is getting some ready for you."

“She’s always so good to us!” Historia cried. “We don’t’ deserve sweet Maru.”

"So, we're starting out at the small frat BBQ then we're all going to the big one on Greek Row," Ymir revealed while the girls all sat around drinking coffee. "The theme is Rave Ragger so I felt this was perfect for you Adelaide since you love EDM."

"Yes! We're heading to that one too!" Maru squealed.

"Oh, I have the perfect outfit in mind," Adelaide said as she got up. "Let me get it."

She came out with a pair of black and white Calvin Kline sneakers, a pair of black high waist jogger cargo style pants, and a black short-sleeved mock neck ribbed knit crop top zippered shirt.

"Shit! Addie showing some skin!” Ymir howled. "Fucking hell! Flaunt them big tiddies babe and that brick house of an ass! Just call me a wrecking ball cause, god damn!"

"Mmmm that cleavage is going to be sexy. Got a matching undies set?" Historia questioned. “You want to make it all work nicely incase you find a piece of ass you like.”

"Duh, all I wear is black," Adelaide laughed. "Then I'll just pile on the neon when we go to the rave."

"Oh, we got plenty of that shit," Ymir promised. "And body paint."

"Addie, you should wear a pencil skirt and flats to the BBQ then change into those after," Historia suggested.

Adelaide considered her suggestion. "Yeah, okay. I'll just throw it in a duffle bag and change before we head over to the rave."

Between a few more cups of coffee and some goofing off, all the girls got ready and fixed themselves up. Maru had other plans with the cheer squad, but Adelaide, Ymir, and Historia were soon heading out the door to head to their first destination.

"Selfie!" Historia yelled as the two of them boxed Adelaide in and snapped a picture. "Can I put this on my Instagram, Addie?"

"Just don't tag where we'll be going," Adelaide warned.

"Right, don't need the fanboys showing up," Ymir nodded. "Though Mikasa said you have a few admirers at this place. Just knock them out if they get annoying."

"Ymir! Don't encourage violence," Historia whined.

"Babe, we play hockey. Our sport encourages violence and Adelaide, despite her size, can square up better than me!"

"I don't start shit, but I'll damn well finish it," Adelaide promised as she got into the driver's seat. Ymir and Historia sat together in the back.

"You know, if you don't find some good dick tonight, you're welcome to have a little fun with us," Ymir smoothly mentioned causing Historia to insanely giggle. "I loved the energy you brought to our dynamic that last time."

Ymir reached around and caressed Adelaide's cheek. She just smiled back at her. "Oh yeah? Historia, what did you think about it?"

"Sandwiched between two doms is just...." She sighed happily. "I can't shake the feeling "

Adelaide grinned wide and just shook her head. "We'll see. I'm not exactly cruising for a lay."

"You never know!" Historia chuckled. "Maybe one of those silly boys will strike your fancy. Like that guy you met last night."

"Yes! Addie give us the tea!" Ymir squealed. "You've never talked about a man before. I know you're pan but..."

"Generally, I don't care for men because I have a high standard," Adelaide revealed. "But he was definitely someone I wouldn't mind running into again."

"So, he met all the right things on your list is what you're telling me?"

"Oh, how exciting!" gasped Historia. "Did you get his number?"

"No, unfortunately," Adelaide sighed. "One of our teammates had an emergency situation and I didn't get the chance."

"I bet he's on social media," Ymir reasoned as she pulled out her phone. "He's a beef cake gym rat, so you know he likes to show off."

"I don't use social media," Adelaide reminded.

"But we do!" Historia countered.

"Come on, what's his name?" Ymir pried. "I'll find him."

"Later, we're here already. Let's just mingle and have a good time. I'll worry about His Thighness later."

Ymir and Historia howled with laughter before Adelaide parked and turned off the car.

"His Thighness! Holy fuck Addie! Ahhh, I'm going to be laughing about that shit all night." Ymir quieted down first and turned to Historia to look her over with a sudden burst of emotional pride. "Hey, you got everything princess? You look so pretty."

"Aww, Ymir stop," Historia whined as she blushed.

Adelaide just shook her head and exited the car. She smoothed down her black knee length pencil skirt and looked herself over in her side mirror. "You did great on my makeup Historia. Love the smokey eyed look with the silver shadow.”

Historia gave her a thumbs up and the three girls made there way through the front gate.

“Ugh, definitely a bunch of boys that live here,” Ymir grumbled. “This is a corner lot, and it should have so much more curb appeal.”

“Historia, have you and Ymir been binge watching home renovation shows again?” Adelaide groaned.

“M-Maybe,” Historia muttered.

“Like every night!” Ymir shouted. “But honestly, it’s my guilty pleasure next to reality tv. I love a good, scripted cat fight.”

They continued chatting, following behind a girl with wavy brown hair that went to her shoulder blades up to the main entrance to the frat house. Suddenly the door to the house slung open and Historia gasped in surprise.

“Ma chérie!” cried a familiar ash-blonde man. He dramatically held his hands up and bolted to the girl in front of them to wrap her in a strong, warm embrace. He picked her up and spun her around while planting a passionate kiss on her lips. “I have missed you dreadfully, mon petit chou.”

She just giggled and sunk into his form while he rocked back and forth with her, rubbing his hands lovingly over her back. “It’s only been a day.”

“A day too long,” Jean sighed. “Even an hour is just too long without you.”

Jean realized they weren’t alone, and he glanced up to Adelaide and the other two girls. “Oh? Adelaide, you came! My apologies I just have been so distraught. When I am without the woman I love, I just weep. My heart aches and the only way to heal is to have the most beautiful woman in the world by my side.” He gasped dramatically and snapped his gaze to the blushing girl. “And wouldn’t you know it? She’s here! And suddenly I am better.”

“Yeah, I am weeping over how cringe this shit is,” Ymir scoffed. “Where’s the beer? Actually, I need some fucking vodka to cleanse this shit from my head.”

“Y-Ymir please!” Historia cried as he stumbled after her. “Be nice!”

Jean just shrugged. “Sometimes people just aren’t a fan of love. It is what it is. But! Adelaide, I am so glad you are here! This is Juliana. Juliana, this is Adelaide Drust my art class project partner and Captain of The Ice Witches! She plays hockey and has all of her teeth…erm, I think.”

“I promise I have all of my teeth,” Adelaide laughed as she extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Juliana.”

The mousy, sweet girl shuffled forward and took Adelaide’s hand. She was blushing and Adelaide couldn’t help but flash her a charming smile. Jean was eating the whole thing up, watching with wide eyes as Juli averted her eyes. “I…I think your cheek bones are pretty.”

Now it was Adelaide’s turn to blush and Jean just clasped his hands together and mad an exaggerated ‘awww’ face.

“Well, aren’t you just charming and adorable,” Adelaide replied. “You have beautiful energy, and your hair is just so lovely.”

Jean could have had heart eyes if this were some sort of anime, because that is just how smitten he was with the image of these two. Juli squeaked with embarrassment and stepped back with Jean who cooed to her while Adelaide chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Now that you have met, we should head into the house, yes?” Jean suggested. He quickly ushered them both inside. Clearly, he was excited, and Juliana realized this because she offered Adelaide a bashful apologetic smile. Adelaide replied with a little wink to let her know she understood and would go along with the whole thing.

Jean suddenly took Juliana’s hands and looked deep in her eyes. “Ma chérie, can you wait for me? It won’t be long. I promise. I cannot bare it, but please, forgive me for a moment. I am going to take Adelaide to the backyard, and I will be right back by your side.”

Adelaide watched as he waited for her complete consent before kissing both of her hands and departing. He waved Adelaide forward. “Come, come! I will not keep her waiting.”

“This is a normal thing?” Adelaide questioned.

“Yep, and I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Juliana sighed.

“Good, it’s beautiful. You’re both so in love and I hope it never fades.”

Juliana’s blue eyes lit up. “Normally people get annoyed with us. Thank you for your kind words.”

“See you around Jules.,” Adelaide laughed as she made her way down the hall.

At the back of the house, things were heating up not just on the grill but between the macho boys and their attempts to one up the other. The moment Porco and Reiner were in each other’s sights, their pissing competition began.

"I'll beat you this time, asshole," Porco growled as Reiner stared him down.

"That's big talk coming from someone who can't hold their alcohol."

"Let's go! Right here, right now! I'll out chug you, Braun."

"Porco! You need to stop!" Marcel gasped as he held his brother back before he could grasp one of the large, frosted beer mugs

"Nah! Let me go! He thinks just cause he's bigger than me that he can out drink me! I'll show him!"

Reiner smirked down at the struggling youths when Jean came outside. He found it odd. Normally once Juli got here, he disappeared with her for a while. “And here we are! Have a good time. I'm going to see my Julianna."

Adelaide walked outside and suddenly cheers and calls erupted on the other side of the yard from some of the players of the men's hockey team.

"Ah shit! Adelaide's here!"

"Fuck yes! Finally!" cried another.

"What?" Porco muttered as he turned around to look in her direction.

Reiner was already fixated on her as four hockey players met her and embraced her in a bro hug.

"She's...here," Porco muttered. “Adelaide is actually here…”

"Oh my..." Marcel trailed off.

"Hey! Adelaide!" Eren shouted as him and Mikasa made their way over. "Didn't expect to see you here. Have a beer!" He even cracked it for her, and she took it with a smile. The crowd walked with her to where Ymir and Historia were sitting near the bonfire. All of them became loud and filled with so much jovial energy.

Reiner felt his heart racing. She looked so beautiful and everyone on both the men's and women's team wanted to be around her. They were all cutting up, talking their sport, swapping stories, and she'd just got there. He had to get to her. He needed to save her number. He couldn’t believe the luck!

"I'm going to talk to her tonight," Porco said, which pulled him from his fixation. He crinkled his brow in disgust.

“Not if I talk to her first,” Marcel countered.

“You’re on!” Porco snarled.

“Wait, weren’t we going to drink?” Reiner reminded as he considered how to eliminate his competition.

“No, this is more important!” Porco snapped. “Fuck you and your silly drinking competition.”

“Are you saying…you are just going to give up?” Reiner questioned. “Like a little bitch?”

Porco’s face suddenly flushed and he glared at Reiner. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Are you saying I am better than you? You’re just too scared to follow through and that woman arriving is just your sad attempts at trying to play off that fact that you know you can’t win.”

Marcel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Reiner never pushed Porco like this. He slowly released his brother and felt it was necessary for him to get involved just so he could defend his honor. “You’re on,” he announced. “The Galliards Vs Braun in a drink off.”

Reiner kept his stoic expression. This was going to be too easy. If he could get these two drunk off their asses, he wouldn’t have to worry about them speaking with Adelaide first. They were so stupid; how could they possibly expect to out drink a German man of his height and build? He didn’t often play into the German stereotypes, but for the sake of his personal endeavors, he would for tonight, at least.

[auxgod]

On this date in 1996, the “infamous” crew from Mobb Deep dropped album number three entitled Hell On Earth. The Mobb-produced project was released under the epic Loud/RCA imprint introduced many of the extended QB/Mobb family including raspy-voiced Twin Gambino, Big Noyd, and a few others. Hav and P enlisted some of the game’s top dogs of the time for this album including their QB brethren Nas, Wu’s Raekwon the Chef and Method Man.

This certified gold classic was unquestionably a part of the East Coast arsenal against the West Coast during the height of the rivalry, with tracks such as the title track, “Still Shinin'”, and of course, “Drop A Gem On ‘Em”, sending overt threats at Tupac Shakur and his cohorts. Other standout joints include “G.O.D. Pt.III”, where Prodigy drops some street knowledge, “Blood Sport”, and “Give It Up Fast” featuring Noyd and Nas.

This album was also the project that confirmed Havoc’s skills as a producer, which led to several other projects outside of the Mobb.

[hiphopcommunity]

This Day in Hip Hop History On November 2, 1974, exactly 46 years ago, Albert Johnson, better known under the pseudonym Prodigy, was born.Prodigy is a rapper, writer, songwriter, culinary specialist and half of the legendary rap duo Mobb Deep. He was born in Hemstead, Long Island. Pi was raised in a musical family: his grandfather, along with his brother, made a great contribution to the formation of Bebop jazz in the 40s. Mom, Fatima Johnson, was a member of the R'n'B girl group The Crystals in the 60s. Prodigy decided to follow in their footsteps, so he entered the Higher School of Art and Design, where in the late 80s he met his future partner, Havoc. Both teenagers are deeply into hip-hop and form the duo Poetical Prophets. In the 90th year, Pi also took part in Hi-Five's R'n'B track “Too Young”, which was featured on the soundtrack for the film “Boyz N The Hood”.In 92nd, Pi and Hav changed the band's name to Mobb Deep, emphasizing their reputation on the streets. A year later, their debut album "Juvenile Hell" was released, which received bad reviews and became a real flop. But after 2 years "The Infamous" was released, which made the young guys real stars.In 2000, after the great commercial success of the album "Murda Muzik", Pi decides to show himself solo with the release of "H.N.I.C." Sales were weak, but the rapper was able to confirm his status as one of the best MCs in the genre and prove his self-sufficiency. Since then, the rapper has participated both on the group albums of Mobb Deep and has delighted with solo projects, which have accumulated a lot. He also published several books of his own authorship.On June 20, 2017, Prodigy was found unconscious in a Las Vegas hospital. Two days earlier, he went there because of poor health. The rapper died as a result of another attack of sickle cell anemia, due to which he choked on an egg. Pi has been ill since childhood, but he still managed to build a brilliant career and become one of the most important figures in hip-hop.The death of Prodigy ended the 25-year history of the duo Mobb Deep. Havoc may complete and release a new album that he and Pi started working on a few years ago. It is he who will become a point in the history of the group.

[fwhatz]

hi instead of a song rec list im doin an artist rec list this time w lil descriptions of each! hopefully therez smth here u like!!

jack stauber

you probably hav heard at least one of his songs bc theyve been wildly popular on tik tok but he makes...weird sorta tunes w a nostalgic vhs kinda feel. he also makes super cool animated music videos with sum interesting indescribable vibes that i cant get enough of. personal fave songs: cupid, oh klahoma and new normal

will wood & the tapeworms

wacko andro gay dude who makes wild theatrical bops. really strong voice, most of his music is pretty frenetic and energetic but he has some really nice quieter stuff too! personal fave songs: dr capgras, cotard's solution, skeleton appreciation day

the heavy

youve probably heard their song how you like me now in a commercial, its a very widely recognized song but not as many people know anything abt the band! they make rly rad funky rock tunes, kinda blues-y at times! theyre amazing ive been listening to them since i was a kid. the entire album the house that dirt built is super fucking good. personal favorite songs: oh no not you again, sixteen, short change hero and literally every other song off thtdb

harley poe

folk punk def isnt for everyone but i rly like it most of the time! the chord progressions in his songs r rly nice, and his lyrics r sometimes fun, sometimes emotional n vulnerable, sometimes a little scary. folk goth probably fits his theme a little better than folk punk. fave songs: everybody knows my name, eat shit and die, gorehound

the prodigy

if u like loud beats mixed w rock (sometimes hip hop elements as well), i highly reccomend checking them out!!! dont hav a whole lot to say abt them rly but theyre a good band to listen to when u wanna kick sum ass! also. may i suggest the mashup of their song invaders must die + combination pizza hut and taco bell....it has changed my life. its called alien hybrid i believe. anyways. personal fave songs: invaders must die, the day is my enemy (liam h remix), medicine

destroy boys

oh god oh fuck oh shit i love girl punk bands so much the vocals r great the guitars great everything abt their music is so fucking goooooood their melodies hit me so hard every time ! if this sounds like ur thing pls check them out u wont regret it. personal fave songs: american river, honey im home, methatonin

[topnotchsupreme]

P & Hav art by @beddoart #mobbdeep #prodigy #havok #hiphop

[zenmall92]

TRENDS PRODIGY HAS SET SINCE 1992 AND STILL IS SETTING IN 2008 AND BEYOND:

#1 TATTOO’S ON MY CHEST, ARMS AND HAND SINCE I WAS 12 YEARS OLD

#2 RAPPING WORDS THAT DONT ALWAYS RHYME

#3 PUTTING WORDS TOGETHER THAT DONT RHYME AND MAKING THEM RHYME "big guns down in santa barbray, my crew do it the mobb way every day, crime pay who wanna gun play thrill me. niggas kill me grillin me you wanna look peep the 9 milly now undress you know the drilly. niggas suspect weak links pose threat, i have yet to met challenger who go against my set"

#4 CUSTOM MADE JEWELERY INSTEAD OF THE POPULAR MOLDS.

#5 HOW I FOLD MY BANDANA

#6 CUSTOM MADE FOOTBALL JERSEYS WIT HENNESSY and E&J ON EM’

#7 CREATING AND MAKING SLANG POPULAR LIKE ,,,,,, KIKO, CUZZO, VULTURES, BOGIES, HENNY ROCK, NOTTY HEAD, HEAD SPIN (head), BACK SPIN (pussy)

#8 MADE DRINKIN HENNESSY, E&J, LIME BACARDI, 151 POPULAR (nothin to be proud of)

#9 SAMPLING MUSIC FROM THE MOVIE SCARFACE,,,,,NOBODY DID IT BEFORE ME..NOT THE MUSIC

#10 SAMPLING MAFIA MUSIC -"crime connections" MOBB DEEP feat. CORMEGA,,,,L.E.S. BIT MY SHIT WHEN HAV LEFT MY MAFIA CD’S IN A NAS SESSION. THEN YOU HEAR SHIT LIKE "affermitive action"

#11 FIRST RAPPER WIT TATS ON MY FINGERS AND MY WHOLE NECK DONE

#12 PROTOOLS,,,,STARTED USING IT IN 98

#13 MURDA MUSIC,,EVERYBODY USES MY BLOOD SPLASH NOW

#14 WE MADE DOING SONGS FOR CHICKS COOL FOR STREET NIGGAS

#15 EVERYBODY WANNA USE THE WORD INFAMOUS NOW……THERES ONLY ONE INFAMOUS ON THE PLANET AND THATS THE INFAMOUS MOBB DEEP. WHOEVER ELL’S IS TRULY PLAYING THEYSELF. COME BETTER. I DONT SEE YOU CALLIN YA SELF NOTORIOUS,,,SO DONT USE OUR SHIT…YOU LOOK AND SOUND STUPID.

#16 ALOT OF PEOPLE ARE CALLIN THEY SELF A MOBB WIT 2 B’S,,,,,YOU ARE A EXTRA DICK RIDER. I CREATED THE 2 B SHIT JUST SO WE COULD STAND OUT,,,PLEASE STOP IT.

#17 THIS BELONGS AT THE TOP,,,,,,,,,PRODIGY AND HAVOC. AFTER ME AND HAV NAMES WERE IN THE SOURCE UN-SIGNED HYPE COLUM, THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME OUR NAMES WERE EVER PRINTED AND OUTTA NOWHERE POP’S UP A prodijee and havik from the west coast????????? THEM NIGGA BIT OUR NAMES…THERES NO WAY IN THE UNIVERSE THAT SOMEBODY ELL’S COULD PUT THOSE 2 NAMES TOGETHER BY COINCEDENCE. TOTALY IMPOSSIBLE. WE BUMPED INTO THEM NIGGAS AT JACK THE RAPPER IN ATLANTA BACK IN 93 AND WE STEPPED TO THEM. ASK D.J. PREMEIR, GURU, LIL DAP, 40GLOCC AND A GANG OF OTHER WITNESSES THAT SAW THE CONFRONTATION. THEM NIGGAS WAS SHOOK.

#18 TIMBERLAND BOOTS…THESE RACIST FUCC’S OWE US MILLIONS. THEY NEVER DO AD’S USING BLACK PEOPLE OR RAPPERS AS MUCH AS WE PROMOTED THEY SHIT.

#19 WEB SITES, I HAD INFAMOUSSTORES.COM AND WAS WRITING BLOGS BACK IN 99 LONG BEFORE IT BECAME POPULAR IN HIP HOP TO HAVE A WEB SITE.

#20 PUTTIN THE VIDEO ON THE NET BEFORE PEOPLE EVEN HEAR THE SONG ON MIX-CD’S OR RADIO. MAC 10 HANDLE WAS THE FIRST VIDEO TO HIT THE NET FIRST, AND THE FIRST TIME SOMEBODY SHOT A BIG VIDEO FOR A MIX-CD PERIOD.

#21 NO MORE JEWELERY, RIMS, OR LIFESTYLE OF THE BEAST. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#22 NO MORE FLASHY, DANCY, RADIO FREINDLY , CLUB SONGS..HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#23 MAKING EXPOSING THE ILLUMINATI, SECRET GOVERNMENT AND HIDDEN TRUTHS THAT NEW HOT SHIT… PEOPLE DO IT, BUT NOT LIKE P. I BEEN DOIN IT SINCE 96… JUST LISTEN TO MY BEATS AND HOW I MAKE THIS SHIT SO THAT THE REAL HOOD NIGGAS CAN GET INTO IT…. THESE FAGGOT CONCIOUS RAPPERS WILL NEVER REACH THE CROWED OF KILLERS THAT I REACH….HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#24 I MAKE OLD WASHED UP RAPPERS WANNA GO BACK IN THE STUDIO AND DO IT ONE MORE TIME!! THESE DUSTY, RUSTY, RETIRED RAP NIGGAS GET THAT OLD FEELING BACK WHEN THEY HEAR MY MUSIC AND SEE HOW I DONT STOP… ITS HILLARIOUS TO HEAR AND SEE THEM TRY TO KEEP IT COMING LIKE ME. WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!!,,,,WHATS EVEN MORE FUNNY IS THE CONCIOUS RAPPERS THAT GET HYPE CAUSE THEY HEAR MY LYRICS AND THEY BE LIKE "yes our time is here" BUT NO YA TIME IS NOT! WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!! YOU NOT A REBEL SOLDIER….YOU NOT A INSURGENT.. PLEASE….GO HOME

#25 DEMEROL, MORPHINE, HEROINE RAP’S,,,,,I STARTED SAYIN ALL THIS CAUSE I WRITE RHYME WHILE IM SICK IN THE HOSPITAL ACTUALLY GETTIN THESE DRUGS… SAYIN YA SHIT IS LIKE CRACK, COKE ANS WHAT HAVE YOU I STARTED DOING THAT BACK ON D.J. CLUE MIX TAPES FIRST TIME WAS ON THE MOTHERLESS CHILD BEAT…ME AND TY-NITTY

#26 I COULD JUST KEEP GOING BUT NOW I’M TIRED… HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

[junipeach]

11 and 12??

11)  a song that brings back good memories 

the only thing i can think of is fufkjgnfgkj Heart Full Of Love from fuckin Les Mis bc my friend (a prodigy singer and talented actor) and i (has scared children w my humming) did a VERY silly duet of it when we were dickin around at like 4am sdfjkgndsklfjgn

12)  a song that grew on you

no one kill me for this but,,,, Misery Business by Paramore,,, which ik everyone loves paramore but i used 2 hate them thx 2 internalized mysoginy so only recently hav i started getting into them sdklfjgndg

ty for askin!!!!!!

[vivithefolle]

Why I headcanon Hermione as white, an essay by me

I’ve been told to post this as an individual post since apparently I was making good points - so here ya go. Please don’t bake me into Dementor cookies.

Okay, so I never thought of Hermione as being anything but white, because in the books there are a few lines that describe her has having pale skin; however “going pale” is also a euphemism for being afraid. Same as “going green” is a euphemism for sickness.

However, I never thought of Hermione as anything but a British white girl because of her lack of reaction to the word “Mudblood”.

Okay so now I’m gonna dig myself a grave because people will accuse me of racism, but hear me out on this one. To be clear: I don’t mind fanarts of Hermione or Harry with varied skin colors. Hell, draw and interpret canon in any way you want, buddy, it’s your interpretation and it’s awesome! But when I write about Hermione and Harry, in my mind’s eye, I envision them as your average caucasian kid.

Below are my explanations for it. You’re free to disagree or call me out, but please read them first before you condemn me to twelve years in Azkaban.

When Hermione is being called a Mudblood, she doesn’t react. She understands that it’s an insult but she doesn’t seem to grasp its actual meaning, even after she’s learned what it’s for, and as the series progresses, she still doesn’t react to it. She mostly tries to keep Ron from beating Malfoy into a pulp over it.

Now, this behaviour doesn’t strike me as that of a socially inept, extremely opinionated and argumentative, very bossy young woman.

I mean. Would Hermione be the sort to let herself be insulted without doing anything about it? She replies to Pansy Parkinson’s cruel barbs by comments of her own. She defends herself when she’s being called out by her friends. She has no problem insulting Ron when she thinks he’s being insensitive. Rita Skeeter talks shit about her and she ends up locked in a jar for a week!! But have Malfoy call her “Mudblood” and she remains silent, at least until the sixth book.

What if it wasn’t because she’s used to racism, but on the contrary because she doesn’t know how to handle it, because she’s never experienced it?

I mean, had Hermione ever gotten grief over her skin colour, she’d be outraged and disappointed that this ideal, magical new world, that she would consider an outlet from the racist bullies back home, had actually its own form of racism, right?

Seeing her reactions to being called a racial slur, Hermione doesn’t strike me as a person who experienced racism - it’s because she’s not used to it, because to her it’s isn’t someone insulting her heritage; rather, it’s just some bully calling her an insult that feels distant and faraway to her.

For example. I once got called a whore. I’m asexual, I’ve never dated anyone, and never once dressed in anything that could be considered as remotely risqué. Still I got called a whore. And it mostly left me a bit confused rather than offended, because I knew that if there was a word to use to qualify me, “whore” would definitely not be one. (For the curious ones, the guy called me a whore because of my lifelong obsession with Pokémon. Yes, I fail to see the logic as well.)

So when Hermione hears someone call her a Mudblood, she doesn’t really registers the word as being a racist comment, instead she considers it some trivial, playground-level insult. It’s exactly why Ron gets so angry and protective on her behalf: because she should be offended by such a slur, and she isn’t. Anyway, that’s always how I’ve read it.

Also, her comment on horses when she talks about Firenze. Now I know that people of color can be racist as well, but she says it so… casually, so flippantly. It’d strike me as odd that someone so sensitive to the plight of creatures seen as “subhuman” would be able to say something like that without understanding the implications… Unless she has no idea that referring to centaurs as “horses” is an extremely offensive thing to do, because she doesn’t realize how racist it sounds, because she herself has never heard someone, say, call her “a monkey” for being black.

And you know, I think that having Hermione as a white girl isn’t so bad, come to think of it. My opinion is probably going to come off as controversial but I really, really want to voice it.

We have Harry, Ron and Hermione, a set of three characters, all from different backgrounds, and all privileged in different ways.

For Harry, it’s fame and fortune. Being the Boy-Who-Lived, no matter how much he may complain about it, is something that puts him ‘above the rest’. It allows him to get away with ballooning up Aunt Marge because Fudge won’t have the Saviour of Wizarding Britain in prison over something as minuscule as one tiny breach of the Statute of Secrecy - yes, it’s sarcasm. The point is: Harry’s status as Boy-Who-Lived may cause him grief, but it certainly comes with a few perks.

Ron’s privilege is, of course, his blood status. Being a pureblood is valued among the magical community and could even make some Death Eaters think twice before killing you. I think Voldemort would want to preserve as much of the Sacred Twenty-Eight’s bloodlines, considering how few there are left. (and yes, I have my own headcanon for how exactly he’d keep them alive. Wait for it…)

Hermione’s privilege is, quite simply, her normal, comfortable life in the Muggle world. A life where nobody looks down on her origins; a life where she never had to experience a war and its aftermaths; a life where she might feel a bit the outcast due to her brains and accidental magic, but would you rather be an outcast and live, or be considered “impure” and be killed without a second thought?

So, each member of the trio has some form of privilege, and it’s counterbalanced by a lack of privilege somewhere else. The ironic thing is that it’s usually the privilege of another one of them!

Harry’s, we all know: not everyone can be raised in a loving, accepting home like Hermione and Ron do, and it hits him full force with the Dursleys. For all his money and fame, Harry lacks a true, warm family (luckily Ron is quick to offer him one). And even if he can see the Weasleys every summer, he still has to return to Privet Drive and be reminded for a few weeks that yes, these arseholes he’s forced to live with are his only still living relatives.

The Weasleys’ poverty is evidently one of the ways Ron lacks privilege, but the very thing that is considered a privilege in the magical community turns out to be a double-edged sword; being a blood traitor, in dear Bella’s own words, is “right next to being a Mudblood”. Now, I mentioned I had a headcanon for how Voldemort might try to keep the old bloodlines running? Well, even though they’re blood traitors, the blood’s still pure, right? You’d just need them to stop supporting these pesky Muggleborns… you could have one of them conceive an heir, a perfect blank slate whom you’d teach all about blood purity… Now wouldn’t that be convenient? (I am aware that this headcanon is absolutely horrifying and I’m sorry I ever came up with it. I was just thinking of what Molly might have said to try and stop Ron from going on the run in DH, and suddenly this popped into my head and I was like “oh this is so awful!… it’s perfect”.)

And finally, Hermione’s lack of privilege solely resides in the Wizarding World she loves so much, and is probably what she considers the only downside to her being a witch: the fact that she’s looked down upon by blood supremacists who hold on to archaic views, and sadly these guys are from rich families and have influence over several important people… since they can bribe the less morally sound, it makes them much more dangerous than a couple of penniless drunkards shouting abuse in the street.

Making Hermione into someone who’s been dealing with racism her whole life instead of giving her this comfortable, safe home to return to - it breaks the delicate balance of privilege / lack of privilege in the trio.

I personally think that Hermione’s character is much more interesting if you make her come into the Wizarding World as this wide-eyed little kid who’s already persuaded she knows everything and that she’ll be hailed as a prodigy, only to have her understand that, just as respect is not something you’re entitled to, but something you have to earn - that’s the first lesson she’ll learn from Ron - there are also people who just won’t respect you because they’re prejudiced little buggers - and that’s where Malfoy comes in (and sorry but he’s just here to be a disgusting bigot, not to be redeemed by Hermione’s luuuuurve).

I get it, the the whole “Hermione is discriminated in both worlds” theme makes her a very tragic character… But that’s exactly the problem. If you take away Hermione’s privilege, it ends up being “the terrible, tragic, angsty tale of Hermione Granger, woe is her”, and she ends up in a position where people will just throw her a gigantic pity-party.

The trio’s characters are carefully balanced, and making Hermione a victim of racism in both Muggle and magical worlds ends up screwing over the remaining two by putting more woes on Hermione’s shoulders. Making Harry a victim of racism as well does the exact same thing - and I’d argue it makes it worse, because Ron-bashers are already very eager to scream “omg so wha t if he doezn’t hav moneys he complain for nuthing what a t erribl e freind” and to completely disregard Ron’s struggles… so add discriminated, rejected-by-both-worlds Harry and Hermione into this mix and Ron’s issues would be downright ignored in favour of Harry’s and Hermione’s, who would seem to have “more misery” on their plates compared to him, at least in a purely mathematical sense (the argument being that “more issues to deal with = more misery”).

Okay, you’re still with me, you haven’t unfollowed me, and you’re not completely outraged at my reasoning? Then let me tell you again: I don’t care about the characters’ skin color, and you can interpret them any way you want. Make Harry have Asian ancestry or have Hermione be a black woman, be creative, have fun. This is the way I see the characters and the way I interpret them, and my own reasoning for doing so. A trio is a balancing act and must be carefully constructed so there is equilibrium on every side. Add or substract something and it all tips over. It’s the main reason why the trio is so unrecognizable in the movies, with a Harry as bland as canned soup, a Ron turned into both a joke and dead weight, and a Hermione as realistic as a turtle dancing the boogie on ice-skates.

The triangle is the most stable geometric figure. Without Harry, Ron and Hermione have no purpose (besides falling in love and living happily ever after of course). Without Hermione, Harry and Ron manage but lose a great deal of time, and then it might be too late for them to save the day. And without Ron… Harry and Hermione are downright unable to function, kind of like a horse with a broken leg.

Why do you think Rowling had created only three different wand cores at first? Or why Harry, Ron and Hermione present some qualities from Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively? (yes, I associated Ron to Ravenclaw, because Rowena wanted “wit beyond measure” and Ron has wit in spades, and Hufflepuffs are known to be hard-working, which fits Hermione’s work ethic perfectly) Or why there are three Hallows, and why each member of the trio picks a different one? It’s all for the sake of the balancing act. A duo is made of opposites. A trio is made of complementarities.

… Well, this turned into an impromptu lecture on literature. I hope this’ll help you if you ever need to create your very own trio of heroes.