#trini doubles

[nycmixing]

Singh’s Roti Shop Restaurant & Bar // Doubles

[thecreativemillennial]

The Stand ins For Jason, Trini And Zack before their characters were written out and the cast members leaving due to pay disputes

[caribbeanvibesblog]

Mornin'!! I could eat doubles any time eh, but it does hit different on the weekend 😁

My order: Lemme get 1 with everything, heavy pepper & no sweet sauce 🔥🔥🔥

Wishing you a relaxing & safe weekend 🩷

[muirneach]

thank god im going home in t minus like four days because if i dont eat some caribbean food immediately i might die of a caribbean food deficiency

[systemrecoded]

Doubles Vendor Miku is perhaps my fav, though I think only Trinis knows about it.

[axeoverblade]

42 miles with a trini reader or any west Indian implications tbh?? 🩷🩷

Caribbean/ West Indian Reader Head Cannons

Earth 42! Miles x fem! Reader

Synopsis! Where you are in touch with your roots.

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

Word count: unavailable

Authors comment: short blurb of head cannons. I tried my best sorry if anything is innacurate please let me know so I can fix it <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

When Miles first met you, it was hard for him to understand your broken English. But you were so pretty he was going to make sure he learned how.

Even though you were born US, your parents moved to America making your accent super strong and often hard for him to decipher

But now that he’s known you and had been with you for some time, it was like second language when he heard you speak.

He would sometimes even catch himself speaking like you, making the people around him confused.

They would just have to get used to it like he did.

One thing you two bond over is your love of fruit

Give you two a good mango or plátano and it was over

His mom absolutely loves you no doubt.

Sees you as one of her own and is so happy when you come over

She had given both you and Miles a talk separately about not breaking the others heart

Promised to her you wouldn’t and vise versa

When you first met uncle Aaron he gave you a really hard time

But when you stood your ground over and over again he eventually accepted you, telling miles that you could “hold your own.”

Aaron ends up becoming super close to you and acts like he likes you more than his own nephew

…

He does

You had been invited to multiple functions before and honestly his whole fam loved when you were around tbh

Of course in every relationship there was conflict

You two butt heads often because how strongly opinionated you both were

Both of you were like super sassy and had attitudes so you would often have “heated debates” over the littlest things, even if it was just for jokes

Something that was really hard for Miles was learning to accept what you wore

Like you were mad comfy with your body and often wore clothes that he would deem as “inappropriate” but he knew you weren’t wearing them to be.

Ended up having to letting it go and now non verbally threatens anyone who stares at you for too long.

He was genuinely surprised with how much your family varied in color the first function of yours he went to

He thought his familia was the biggest, most diverse in New York, he was wrong.

Yours definitely took the cake

You made him try doubles, and at first he though they were going to be gross or just not his thing

He was 100% wrong. You ended up having to make another plate because he ate em all.

Your mom loved Miles, happy that you found someone who loved you just as much as you loved him.

But she makes him help clean up

First time Miles met your father he could’ve sworn your dad absolutely hated him

He did

Ended up accepting Miles after he defended you from a stranger in front of him

Started calling Miles son and would often ask about how he was when Miles was gone.

Safe to say Miles was going to be around for a while

©axeoverblade

[prettymrswright]

Lockdown.

pairing: koffee!singer x black!fem choreographer/artist

content: fluff, barely angst, innuendos, a lot of patois (Koffee is from Spanish Town, she has a strong JA accent), mentions of God/spirituality, artistry, choreography, flashbacks.

background: you had been spending quite a lot of time with the reggae artist after meeting her at a Reggae Fest a few months back. as time went by, the two of you grew closer, but in attempt to keep up your guard and protect yourself, you pulled back. the artist didn’t like that too much, and def used she would double down on her interest. she wasn’t letting you go that easy.

a/n: to this day, there are not Koffee fics to be found so guess who’s here to change that like the manifestor human design that I am?? ME! i unintentionally made this character almost identical to me.. by accident. there are so many things about y/n in this book that is my true life story lmaooo.

I’m gone try to insert some translations here and there, even though patois is still english, I know some things are harder to comprehend. But it’s important I insert it because 1, it’s sexy and 2, I like to maintain accuracy. hope unnu like it. <3

translations:

deh - there

yah - here

nuff - a lot, plenty

dung - down

guh - go

unnu - you (plural, like you guys/ y’all)

dem - plural, noun (i.e friend dem (friends) )

pan/pon - on

guh - go

suh - so or how (A suh you feel? That’s how you feel?)

dolly - slang for attractive girl/woman

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LOCKDOWN PART 2!

"Okay sexy!" Your friend and fellow artist, Sabirah-Amani paraded your ear with praises and hype as you checked yourself out in your hotel mirror. You had been working for the past few months, project after project, and although you were grateful, you were two hops and a skip away from burnout. Between choreographing for artists and late nights in the studio in hopes of being your own artist, you hadn't much left to give. You were very clearly overextending yourself in all areas. You were ambitious and focused, precise about your work; You're an artist, and you were sensitive about your shit! However, you were beginning to neglect yourself emotionally and spiritually. You and Sabi came to the mutual decision that a vacation was much needed. The two of you spent the week catching appointments, pampering and refreshing your appearance. You give a small giggle before looking at her briefly and mimicking a hair-flipping motion. "Look you," She continues in her trini-yunese accent. "In short ting. All yuh collarbone outside." The two of you erupted in laughter. "And all of Jamaica will continue to see my collarbone, okay?" you responded, still laughing. Ochi was so beautiful. It was full of sights and bashments and raves and just beautiful people having a beautiful time. For a reason unbeknownst to you, everything out of Jamaica just resonated with you and held your heart so deeply. It had been your first morning in JA, and as expected, the sun was blazing. The bright sun and tropical breeze shone through your plexiglass balcony doors. You and Sabi were going to get breakfast as well as check out the rest of the hotel. A cocoa-beige brown triangle bikini set hugged your body, overlapped with a long, knitted skirt of the same color. A white, knitted long-sleeved cropped coverup laid baggy over your toned arms. Your feet rested in some rhinestone encrusted strap sandals. Your hair was braided in cornrows falling right above the dip in your lower back , swirl designs in every direction. It was entirely too hot for a full beat, so your fresh lash set was holding you down. "You ready to go?" You asked. "Let's do it. " Sabi replied, and with that, you were out of the room and off to the lobby.

After getting off the elevator, the two of you walked through the lobby to reach where you would be having breakfast at. After filling up your plates at the buffet, you took a seat in the far corner of the restaurant, a clear view of the beach across from you. "I know we just got here and everything but," Sabi started. "I kinda wanna jump into the vibes tonight." "Um absolutely, that was the plan from jump," You say in sort of a 'duh' tone. "But I know you need your rest. You know, some unwinding time." She says concerningly. Sabi was always looking out for you in that way, it was one of her greatest assets as a friend. "Girl, mi neva come a Jamaica fi lie dung. I got another week and a half to rest!" You say in a comedic way, but you meant it. You were already starting to feel better being in a newer and fresher feeling environment. Rest would come, but right now? Vibes. "Okay, okay!" Sabi laughed in a hearty manner. "Yo you and this Patois accent, knowing you not even Jamaican is frying me." You playfully rolled your eyes. It was true. You were in love with all things of different cultures, so each one you immersed yourself in, you began to pick up. Growing up in NY, all you were around were Caribbean people, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for you. "Speaking of Jamaicans," Sabi began, and somehow, you knew what direction this was going in. "When's the last time you spoke to Mikayla?" "Who?" You lie, lazily spooning through your bowl of porridge. "Mikaylaaaa, Mikayla, Koffee, Big bad reggae artist from Spaintown, Jamaica, your woman--" She goes into a rampage and you cut her off. "Alrightttt, alright, alright. I get it" You rush her to end her tangent, hoping no one around you guys heard. "I don't know.. March?" You say, voice dying down at the end in cowardice. "MARCH?" Sabi's draw drops. "Y/N..it's June." A guilty expression washed over you. "I know, Sabi." "Why you duckin' her?" Sabi cocks up her left eyebrow and leans forward, curious to hear your answer. "I--" You drop your utensil in audacity. "Why you assume it was me?" "Girl, please okay. She was on your ass like back pockets at that Roc Nation Brunch. We both know you're Miss Ghost Town." Sabi says reading you for filth, pulling an accidental laugh out of you.

“I mean, she’s a big artist, she could have anyone she wants.” You shrug. “Her not hearing from me is barely putting a dent in her life plans.”

The truth was, prior to your disappearance, you two were becoming closer by the minute. You really liked Koffee. And with that, your body began to do that thing that it does when you’re about to be fully consumed by that feeling of infatuation. It wasn’t so much the idea of a relationship that you were scared of, but more-so of the uncertainty of its stability. Koffee was now an international artist, who meets thousands of people every day. You knew how it was in the industry, you were in it. It was one thing to really like someone, but to like someone in the entertainment industry was like setting yourself up for heartbreak. And you had entirely too much on your plate to go through that shit again.

“Who reached out last?” She asks.

“.. Her.” You say in a “so” type of tone.

“Mm.” She responds, strategically setting up her “aha” statement. “And who gave who an unlimited backstage pass for all her shows, in ANY city?”

“…her.” your defeated responses began to get smaller.

“And who—“ you cut her off, in attempts to stop the physically pain of her being right.

“Okay, okay, damn,” you laugh. “But you know how that shit go, Sav. One minute she thinks she wanna be with me and the next, she’s in some European country, with who knows, doing God knows what.”

“Uh, uh.” She says in disapproval. “Now you know she ain’t hunching with no white women.”

You burst into laughter. She could always tie something together comedically while simultaneously giving you the real.

“It don’t hurt to just say wassup, Y/N/N. I mean besides, when’s the last time you had any ‘fun’. Let loose a lil. If anyone needs to, it’s you.” Sab says, voice full of concern, but direction.

You looked off outside the window, pondering on her message. You missed her dearly. Who were you trying to fool? I mean maybe you were a little harsh. She didn't really give you any reason to be. Sure you'd seen some photo ops with her and other female artists, but that was her job. You didn't like the feeling it gave you though. When you look back towards Sabirah and her now empty plate, she was smiling at her phone. "And who exactly got you smiling like that?" You ask, now shining the figurative spotlight on her. "Oh it's nobody for real," She waved off. "Nobody huh," You chuckle. "What nobody say?" "Well actually, Nobody is gonna be at this party tonight that I planned on dragging you too." "Party?" You say frowning. "With all these white folks? Since when you wanna go to a resort party." "Oh girl, be so for real," She says scoffing. "My cousin JJ and his girlfriend are here at her family house, and they're throwing a bashment, off the resort." Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You were actually ecstatic to be getting into some real vibes off the resort. I mean, truly you had no real complaints, after all, you were in Jamaica. But country had the homegrown, feel good energy you were dying to be around. It was more authentic. "See now, that's what I'm talking about!" The two of you embraced in a dap across the table. "How we getting there?" "You ever been on a dirt bike before?" Sabi asks sincerely, yet you think she's joking. "What?!" ꨄ︎ Night begins to fall and as you and Sabi make your way out of the resort, a warm breeze surrounds your body. You two are greeted by JJ and his friend, Dwayne, and hop on the back of their blue and green dirt bikes. You wrap your arms around Dwayne's torso, tightly shut your eyes, say a small prayer and with a loud rev, you pull off into the rocky roads. When you finally gain to courage to open your eyes, you're blown away by how beautiful the scenery was. The hue of the sunset was mixed with orange, pink and purple, and tall trees took space along the sides of the open road. Each refreshing breath you took smelled like rain-bathed plants, summer and adventure. As a result of the fast-paced vehicle moving swifter and in the opposite direction of breeze flow, your braids flew past you forwardly. You couldn't help but to smile, in awe of all the beauty around you. "Woooo! JAMAICA WE REACH!" Sabi yells, cheers carrying across the sky, 80-mph. You beamed at her enthusiasm. Truth be told, you were just as excited. 20 minutes later, you pull into a backyard seemingly as big as 1/3 of the island. You were nowhere near the DJ booth, but you could feel the bass bumping through your entire body. If it weren't for the spacious area, you'd be packed like sardines. Everybody from the parish you were in were in attendance. Men dressed in their straight jeans, belts and button downs, marinas and cut-up shorts; most with spliffs in hand. Women in their mesh top and shorts, mini skirts, mini dresses, heels and bamboos, nails done and hair laid to the gods. This definitely wasn't the event to come looking regular. The aroma of seasonings and a burning grill slithered through your nose canal, causing you to avert your attention behind you, where hot plates of food and alcoholic drinks were being given out to the people in the line. It was definitely a vibe. "Ayeee allyuh mek it!" Sabi's cousin JJ comes and greets us both with a hug. "I saved two plates for y'all, cuz if it was any later, you'd be chewing your lip." You all erupt in laughter. "Omg J," you began. "You're the literal best because I am starving." "No sweat," JJ throws his hands up, emphasizing the 'no big deal.' "Your plates are in the fridge in the kitchen. Shelly's mom is holding it down, so you don't gotta worry about nobody theifing it." "Thanks Knucklehead," Sabi pinches his ear.

"Ouch! Remind me, I ent doing anyting nice fa yuh no more, yuh could starve!" JJ says to Sabi, rubbing his pinched ear.

"yUh couLd sTarVE!" Sabi mocks him. The two of them couldn't get along for more than 5 minutes, but it was always love behind their quarrel.

"Well look at you twooo!" JJ's girlfriend, Shelley approaches you with beaming smiles and open arms.

"Hot gyal Shells!" Sabi starts. "It's been a long time."

"Naa tell no lie! When JJ told me you two were visiting a resort so close by, I had to pull you for at least one night." Shelley says holding both you and Sabi's hands individually.

"Your home is beautiful Shells." You sincerely confess. "Thank you for the invite. Look at the turnout! You doing your big one."

"Thank you, babydoll. You know you're welcome absolutely any time. And I gotta put my ex party-promoting skills to some use!" Shelley replies.

Shelley threw crazy parties back in the day. She always was hosting, and was sure to not only bring in a crowd, but a GOOD one. Amongst many talents, she had the gift of gab for sure. She also always had artists in her venues. From Spice to Konshens, Shenseea to Aidonia. Everyone knew Shelley.

"I know that's right. Besides, I was getting tired of the resort food." Sabi says honestly, making us chuckle. The food was still good, but definitely a watered down version.

"Well!" Shelley clasps her hands together. "Dolly nuh come a party fi hug up pan wall. Unnu guh dance!"

"Don't nobody wanna dance with Paula the Preying Mantis." JJ teases Sabi, bending his arms up like the insect.

"Shut up, JJ!" Sabi says, giving his shoulder a hard nudge.

"Leave Sabi alone." Shelley follows up with a back-handed slap over his other shoulder. "I ain't wanna dance with you when we met. I just felt bad."

"Ohhhhhhh..." You and Sabi both say simultaneously, gagged by the way she just read him.

"Now why you had to go there? You ain't ha-" JJ began and Shelley cooed, half consoling him, half mocking. You and Sabi laugh your way all the way to the middle of the backyard, where the bulk of the party was.

You took in the scene around you and allowed yourself to get lost in the music. Sean Paul & Sasha’s I’m Still In Love with You is pouring out of the speakers and into your ears, filling you with nostalgia. You begin to rock side to side and slow whine your hips. It was definitely a bittersweet feeling. This was one of the songs you danced to at Reggae Music Fest with— her. You missed her. But she could’ve reached out right? You know, besides the 3 times she did already, that you were seemingly to busy for? That didn’t mean give up!

You and Sabi spun each other around and shared some whines and some laughs. You truly felt at peace for the first time in such a long time. You broke away for Sabi for one minute, and the next, she had a new dancing partner. You smiled at the interaction, and before you could really take it in, somebody approached you to dance with you as well.

“Excuse me likkle miss,” A tall, brownskin man with locs down his back approached you with a smooth, but respectful hand on your waist. “Beg yuh a dance nuh?” He smiled, showing off his fanged teeth.

He wanted to dance. Why not? You were out there to enjoy yourself. And at least you know the two of you could dance and that be it. It’s not like he was your type anyway— (obviously). What was truly the harm?

You gave him a smile, accepting his request & began to dance with him. Long before you knew it, you were dancing to another song with him. The man knew how to move. And he smelled phenomenal. Your moment was disturbed, however, when you began to notice two men in the far, right corner of the yard staring at you. And not in the admiring way; it was almost as if they were discussing you. Like they knew you from somewhere. The guy obviously felt it too.

“Yuh know dem from someweh?” He asks, semi-concerned. You just gave him a confused head shake, no.

“Yow yow yow, people, if yuh a enjoy yuhself tonight, mek some bloodclat noiseee!” The dj scratched and lowered the track to speak, and the crowd erupted.

“Outside nice, man. Good weather, sexy ladies, hot tunes. If a Jamaica yuh come from and yuh proud of it, buss a blank!” He continues.

Gun finger emotes fill the sky, followed by mimicked gunshot noises.

“This next song yah is fi all a di people dem weh love the Caribbean.”

Soon as the song begins, you feel your heart drop to your stomach and you’re adrenaline begin to rush.

Balenciaga 'pon me structure

Who them talk, push get the duck yah

I-i-i-io!

Everybody begins to cheer and holler to the feel good song.

It was West Indies.

West Indies was your favorite song by Koffee. It was such a feel good song, and you were there while she was constructing it. You knew it was close to her heart. She had even asked for your input. You encouraged her to push it out and make it a single. You knew the people would love it just as much as you did. And they did.

You felt yourself begin to get emotional, but you stopped the tears from advancing their welled-up position behind your lower lids. You migrated away from the main section, simply to avoid being asked to dance again. Not to this song. Too personal.

Sabi found you in the crowd and shot you a look of sympathy. “You okay?” she mouthed. You gave a closed lip smile and nodded. You decided to go get a drink and take some edge of. As bothered as you were, you still loved the song.

“One rum and pineapple, please.” You ask tell the lady serving drinks. You know you don’t have to pay anything, but you slip her a $10 anyway.

The mixed beverage slides down your throat and coaxes your nerves and you begin to let loose.

Coming from the West Indies

And you know say we giving them the best indeed

Anyweh we deh, we do a flex 'pon street

And the stylе weh we do no moderatе stampede

As you sway back and forth, cup in hand, approaching tipsy, you see a group of girls walking by, double-taking your face and your frame. They then begin whispering. All you could make out was “Koffee” and “Girl”.

Alright. What the fuck was going on?

You tried your hardest to ignore it, returning to your state of groove. As the chorus began to approach, the dj lowered the music once again.

“Alright everybody, mek some noise and big up Koffee!!!”

You froze. Immediately. Ironically when all you wanted to do was melt into the ground.

She was here. Of course she was.

And there she stood. In her black tank, showing between her opened and collared olive green button down, with olive green straight pants to match. She stood in black clarks. Her toffee brown skin being complimented by gold chains and gold bangles. Her medium-long locs held back in a hair tie in a loose bun.

Damn. She always looked good. But she would be looking her absolute best when you’ve been semi-dodging her.

If you know me, I'm having the time of my life

Don't you slow me down, beg you pardon me

I wanna just party (yeah)

I wanna just, I wanna just

I wanna just party (yeah)

I wanna just party, yeah

She walked back and forth the backyard stage, she captured the entire audience and held them hostage with her stage presence. If you weren’t in such a state of shock, you’d be in awe too. She was alluring in that way.

Sabi looked back at you from the crowd with wide, just-as-shocked-as-you-are eyes. Koffee spotted her and followed her gaze, making eye contact with you. There she stood, taking you in. Almost immediately, she gives you a warm expression with soft eyes and a wide smile, showing off her braces. A couple people looked back to see who or what she was looking at; others continued to vibe.

Instantly you felt your body heat up, and you failed an attempted fight not to smile back. You missed her, and she looked great, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for letting so much time go by. However, something was telling you that she wasn’t phased very much. Seeing her up there in her element, you couldn't help but to think back to when the two of you first met at Reggaefest. She had been on the rise, heavy in the media, and the crowd was absolutely losing it. She had amazing stage presence. She wasn't too harmful on the eyes either. She went right after Lila Ike, who's dancers you choreographed. Koffee and her dancers walked up to the end of the stage and took a collaborated bow, hand in hand. Thank you Reggae Sumfest! You sat sideline, watching in awe. Her set was amazing.

Not to mention she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. She had on a pair of light blue shorts, accented with white lines, a plain white tee, a blue fitted and AF1’s that looked like she bought them right before this set. Neck and wrists laced with that Caribbean gold. Her skin was glowing and glistening, sweat parading the circumference of it. Her locs were out, falling and standing right beneath her shoulders. With her team following, she walked and exited stage right, where you had been standing. She looked at you, and your rose your hands to clap for the artist, giving a closed-lip smile. She stopped in front of you gave you a small bow and a smile, appreciating your acknowledgement. You killed it, are you kidding?

A dat yuh seh?! She exclaims and smiles brightly. Respect, respect mama, thank you. Her speaking voice was just astonishing as her singing voice. The accent wasn’t making it any better either. What's your name? Y/N. She hummed at the sound of your name and repeats it. Y/N. I saw you and your dancers dem inna Lila's rehearsal. You have nuff talent. I'm a fan honestly. You scoffed in disbelief, shrugging off the compliment. Oh please. If any one should be a fan, it's me. Well I'd love if you came by one of the rehearsals. Y-you want me to choreograph? Absolutely. She stood trying to read your expression. Not sure if you were happy about the idea. I mean if yuh nuh want to, yuh nuh have to-- No I'd love to. Cool. She smiled brightly. Gimmi yuh numba and mi wi sen yuh all e details dem. If that's ok with you, of course. Yes of course. She takes out her phone and you type in your information. "Y/N." It was nice meeting you officially, Koffee. You can call me Mikayla. The pretty girls nuh have to call me by fi mi stage name. She throws you and wink and walks off to meet back up with her crew. If you weren't a professional at work and if you didn't have any morals, your clothes would be off. You felt your cheeks warm-up and you began to smile against your will. Not knowing this job opportunity would lead into a far more deeper connection.

You came back to reality, visited with a bittersweet feeling of a fond but seemingly distant memory. How did you get here?

She performed a few more songs before making her way off stage to navigate through the crowd and do her rounds with all her people. Panicked seized you as you ran to grab your friend.

“We gotta go, neowwww” You grab Sabi’s arm and begin tugging her away from whoever she had been dancing with and towards the direction you so desperately wanted to go in.

“N-now? But we just got here!” She replies in a semi-whiney tone. You in fact had been there for a couple of hours.

“Yes now— JJ! You ready?” You ask him.

“You ready to go?” He whisper-mouths. You nod & he takes a small sip of his red-stripe beer, taps his friends next to him and off you guys were.

As the two of you approached the resort again, a feeling of relief washed over you. You were somewhat disappointed that you let your anxiety take over you, but at least you left before you were confronted. And you knew you would be.

You hug the boys and thank them before walking in and heading up to your room.

“That party was active, wasn’t it Sab?” you say, walking in, somewhat telling the truth. somewhat deflecting.

“Yeah, until you busted it, party pooper.”

You drop your jaw and gasp, fake taken aback as if you didn’t know what she was referring to. “Whaaat? me? What did I do?”

“wHaT dId i Do!?” she mocked you. “You chickened out on the vibes cuz your girlfriend came and you dodging her.”

“I did not! And she is not my girlfriend.” You start picking things up around y’all room and tidying up, needing something to focus you.

“Nah, Y/N/N, you on some wack shit right now, I won’t even front.”

She wasn’t wrong. If she did want to talk, what was the harm? She didn’t even do anything to you. But what if she hated you? And now you made it even worse, because she SAW you and you ran. She probably thinks you’re dodging her. But aren’t you? You desperately wished you would get it together.

“I mean what was I supposed to do?” You turned to face her.

“I don’t know, maybe talk to her? I mean what you think she gone say, marry me?” She semi-chuckled.

“K likes you, a lot. I can tell. And I think she’d be really good for you. But you gotta believe that you deserve it. Don’t let your overthinking cause her to slip out of your hands.”

You chewed at your bottom lip in thought, pondering on all of the different ways the night could’ve went. You always did this. Self-sabotage, and then beat yourself up over it. It was starting to get old, even for you.

“Imma let you sit with that. I’ll be back, I’mma hit the bar down in the lobby. Get me another lil drinky-drink, okayyy!” She says grabbing her things and you playfully roll your eyes.

“What? Okay don’t look at me like that, your night is over, not mine!” You give a hefty laugh, and slightly nudge her. You do your signature handshake, and she’s off.

Quickly after she unlocks the door with her key and runs back in.

“Almost forgot my hand fan. You know that liquor coat get serious. K bye love you!” And she’s out again. You laugh to yourself. That girl could drink.

You continue tidying up, even though there’s not much to tidy. But any form of cleaning/organizing grounded you, and now in this moment, you needed nothing more but to be grounded.

You were on your way to sit down when there was a subtle knock at your door. Leave it to Sabi to have forgotten something.

You walked up to the door, unlocked it, and began opening it. “What’d you forget this time S—“

Startled, you jump at the sight of who was actually standing before you.

“M-Mikayla?”

“Oh, so you do know who I am?” She says tauntingly, letting herself in. You close the door behind her, eyes following her movements, still in shock.

“I was starting to think seh yuh did forget about me eno?” And she flashes that smile again.

“How did you find me?” You ask sincerely, feeling sort of turned-on, not that you would admit it.

“The gyal who Sabi cousin deh wid told me you’d be here.” Shelley. I should’ve known. It was no coincidence that out of all people, Koffee would be performing there when I was. It started to click. This was a collaborative effort from Sabi and Shelley.

You gave an exhausted sigh as you prepared to plead your innocence. “Look, K, I didn’t mean to run off how I did I j—“

“Oh so you weren’t dodging me then?” She pries, stepping closer to you, waiting to see if you’d lie.

“I-i mean, no. Well, not on purpose.” You half tell the truth. She wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Oh suh yuh dweet fi accident?” She gives a sarcastic laugh. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and for once, you wish it was from sunburn and not your own shame.

“I just thought..” You paused, debated telling her the truth or not. Awaiting your answer, she folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows.

You decided to give in. She went through all this trouble.

“I don’t know, I ain’t really think you’d be checking for me like that. You know, with everything you got going on.”

Sheepishly, you looked down at your feet, fidgeting with your bracelet, ironically, the one she brought back for you on your second date. She looks down at it, giving a small, satisfied smirk, thankfully feeling not totally closed off from you like she almost thought.

“A mi tell yuh dat?”

You shook your head no.

“So you assumed,” She began. “I mean which part mek yuh feel like seh I wasn’t ‘checking’ for you?” She lightly mocked. “The repeated calls, or the double-triple texts?”

You chuckled bitterly at her sarcasm, and also at the fact that you couldn’t pin her to be wrong.

“If yuh nuh interested anymore,—“ She began and you couldn’t stomach her even continuing that thought.

“No, no.” You quickly interrupted her. You gave a heap of sigh before you would began to be totally honest with both her and yourself at the same time.

“I like you. I really fucking like you. And that’s the problem. You’re charming, you’re charismatic.. you fine…” you say trailing off that last part, making her laugh heartily.

“You have such a big heart. And if I, as the tough cookie and critic that I am can fall for you, I know girls all around the world are. I’d be lying if I said the thought of that didn’t make me ragingly jealous, but I also like you so much, that I don’t wanna deprive you of that opportunity. There could be someone far better for you out there. You could meet her tomorrow, hell, you could’ve met her already. See i’m all over the place and I—“

“Y/N.” She gently grabs your elbow and gives it a tug to bring you closer. “I appreciate your interest in my well-being. But mi neva ask yuh fi do dat, baby.”

“I chose you fi a reason. If mi really felt like seh a somebody better out deh fi mi, mi woulda neva run down yuh phone.” You laugh at her comedic delivery.

“I’m not perfect, but when mi love somebody mi love deep. A you mi want, and I knew that then and I know that now. All mi ask of you is to put it a likkle effort.”

She raises her hand to wipe the couple of tears that began to fall from your eyes. When you finally looked up at her, all you could do was nod. Nobody had ever went these lengths to show you that they cared before, and it meant so much that the person who was doing so was someone you considered your best friend. Mikayla knew you like the back of her hand. She could pull you out of any mood and place you in a better one, no matter the circumstance. And right now in this moment you felt so safe and so seen. And all you could think about was how silly you had been acting, and how silly it would be to let her go.

“Don’t cry baby.” She pulled you close to her and held you tight.

“I-i’m sorry for n-not answering you I—“ You let your vulnerability take over, and she consoled you before you could even get it out.

“Yuh nuh have to explain to me. Just mind yuh nuh pull away from me like that again, y’hear?” She pulls your chin up to her, switching her gaze between both of your eyes.

You lean into her and the two of you share a kiss. A pair of lips you have been longing to feel and haven’t felt in months. Instantly you felt a rush of emotions, all of which you felt when the two of you first met.

“Cuz mi need. All. of dis. yah love yah.” She repeatedly pecked you between each fragment, making you giggle into her lips.

“Okaaay, okay!” You say fake fighting her off. Truthfully you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You wrapped your arms around her neck and hoisted yourself up, locking your legs around her waist. You missed this feeling. You missed her. But you don’t know peace. Not yet.

“.. So who was that girl on stage who was tryna dance with you?” You playfully start an argument.

“Oh nuh start yuh fuckry, Y/N please.” She laughs and carries you out to the next room. And the two of you fall into each other all over again.

[kimberlyannharts]

I wonder how they’re going to handle Aisha should they ever add her to the game. They’ve made some…interesting choices with their characters who have multiple suits so far (Tanya and Adam being Turbo, when Tanya was arguably more iconic as Zeo and Adam probably would’ve also gotten Zeo as not to double up on MMPR Black Rangers) but they also have Trent’s ATV in the game so just make her Ninja MMPR

I'm only up to episode ten so I could be wrong but the vibe I was getting was that there's one main rep for each season in the actual story and other Rangers from those teams were special event-only additions. So since Rocky is the main Zeo rep, Tanya gets her Turbo form instead (and the Turbo v2 team's In Space forms would get priority, not their Turbo forms - like I know from the intro screen that TJ is In Space Blue.)

But yeah, it's a shame Aisha's only really MMPR Yellow, so she has no alternate forms like the other "replacements" and thus gets left out from stuff like this because MMPR Yellow prioritizes Trini. (This is probably part of the reason why she doesn't morph in Once and Always.) Ninja Yellow and Metallic Armor Yellow are the closest she's got. I hope it can work out that they can include Ninja Yellow, even if it's such a dramatically different suit that it doesn't quite fit the Ranger model template they've got going on for this game, because it would be nice to include her in SOMETHING

[solarsleepless]

rewatching power rangers is great tbh bc i’m picking up on extra shit like the way after the explosion at the mine these two ran off TOGETHER. they didn’t even KNOW EACH OTHER AND THEY RAN AWAY W EACH OTHER 😫😫

no bc the way jason doubles back to make sure billy's following him, and kim follows trini even though she knows for a fact that billy and jason have a van because she couldn't let trini go down alone.

[augment-techs]

Tommy: What is gay privilege?

Zack: Better sex.

Trini: No accidental kids.

Kim: Date someone your size and double your wardrobe.

Jason: Being able to listen to really good music together because of automatic good taste.

Billy: Not being straight.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Prepare For Trouble

Tommy and Kat have a plan to finally catch Jason's Pikachu!

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Jason, Billy, Trini, Zack and Kim had just sat down to eat when familiar theme music echoed tthrough the clearing.

Jason sighed as he stared hungrily at his food. "Of course they'd show up now."

"Prepare for trouble!" Kat announced.

"Make it double!" Tommy answered.

"Can't this wait until after lunch?" Kim asked.

"To protect the world from devastation!" Kat continued.

"To unite all peoples within our nation!" Tommy echoed.

"Statistically speaking, Team Rocket does have an eighty percent chance of showing up at the most inconvenient time," Billy pointed out.

"Only eighty? Feels higher," Trini commented.

"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

"Mm mmhm hmm!" Zach took a drink of water to clear his full mouth. "You said it Trini."

"Kat!"

"Tommy!"

"Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of light!" Kat posed so her arm and leg took the shape of an "R".

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight, fight, fight!" Tommy completed the pose with his back against hers. Solidifying the "R's" spine.

"Purrsian! That's right!" Saba finished holding up Jason's Pikachu in front of them.

"Pika!" He called from inside the electricity proof glass bubble.

"Hey!" Jason's head turned from Team Rocket to the empty space where his Pikachu was eating his food and back again. He shot to his feet, hand scrambling for a PokeBall. "Give him back!"

"Aaaand that's all the time we have folks!" Tommy called down from their hot air balloon. "See you next week!"

"Venasaur use razor leaf!" Billy shouted. "Wouldn't it be easier to just catch a wild Pikachu like a normal person?"

"Pidgeot gust!" Tommy countered.

"Where's the fun in that?" Kat asked.

"Besides, our boss is obsessed with this Pikachu," Saba added, tapping the glass cage with his paw.

Before the rest of them could attack Tommy directed his Pidgeot to blow them quickly away.

"Pikachu!" Jason called out dramatically as Team Rocket became a speck in the distance.

"Oh boy." Billy pulled out his Pokedex and started disassembling it for the fifth time. At least he knew what he was doing now.

"Uh, Billy? What you up to dude?" Zach asked.

"If I can combine the Pokedex's scanning capabilities with Pikachu's unique waveform stored in his PokeBall I should be able to triangulate their geographical location."

"... Come again?" Kim asked.

"He's making a Pikachu tracker," Trini explained.

"Ohhh," they all chorused.

Meanwhile, at Team Rocket's "evil" makeshift campsite:

"Genius using our motto as a distraction while Saba snuck up behind them Kat," Tommy praised with his head in her lap.

"I know." Kat gave him a teasing grin as she brushed a knot out of his hair.

"Ow!"

Saba rolled his eyes in exasperated fondness at his humans before turning back to their 'guest'. "Why hasn't your human given you a name besides 'Pikachu'?"

"Pikachu pika Pikachu!" Pikachu huffed, crossing his little arms and turning his nose up at the Purrsian.

"Alright, fair enough," Saba conceded, throwing his paws up in surrender.

"What'd he say?" asked Tommy.

"He said 'Pikachu's name is Pikachu' which is honestly very Pikachu of him."

Pikachu's ears twitched but he didn't open his eyes.

Kat chuckled. There were times Saba forgot to explain certain subtleties of the Pokemon lexicon. "Sounds like Jason just got lazy."

"Pi-pika! Pikachu!"

"Well that's not very nice," Saba admonished.

"What's that rodent saying about my wife?" Tommy made to stand but Kat pushed him back down.

"He can say whatever he likes from inside that globe."

"Piii! Kaaaa! Chuuuuuu!" Lightning flashed bright enough to give Saba afterimages but not a spark escaped. The effort leaving Pikachu winded.

"So!" Saba started once Pikachu got his breath back. "How do you feel about unions?"

Pikachu tilted his head. "Pi-ka?"

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Tommy was woken up by the loss of circulation in his wrists. "Wha...?" he looked up. "Oh no."

"Oh yes!" Jason grinned, wearing an imitation Team Rocket uniform.

"Please, this is embarrassing for everyone!" Kat said, tied up next to Tommy.

"Prepare for trouble!" Jason ignored them pressing play on the theme song.

"And make it double double!" Zack backflipped into view.

"To protect the world from devastation!" Trini posed.

"To ignite all peoples within our nation!" Kim mirrored her.

"This is just insulting," Saba hissed, hogtied.

"To denounce the evils of truth and love!" Billy continued.

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

"Jason!"

"Zack!"

"Trini!"

"Kim!"

"And Billy! That's right!"

"Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of light!" Zack grabbed Kim and hoisted her up like they practiced.

"Surrender now or prepare to fight all of us!" Trini demanded.

"Pika Pika!" Pikachu finished.

"Man, that was fun!" Zack grinned.

"Yeah, now I know why they say that dumb stuff all the time!"

"First of all," Tommy gritted his teeth. "It's 'unite all people within our nation' not ignite."

"If you're going to mock us you might as well get it right!" Kat snapped, trying to look imposing despite being tied up.

"Oh don't worry," a mischievous glint came into Jason's eye. "There's one catchphrase we left all for you."

"W-why do I get the feeling we're not going to like this?" Saba asked.

"Pikachu! Thunderbolt!"

Several thousand volts of electricity launched Team Rocket into the sky. Their bindings burning off and trailing smoke from the explosion.

Tommy crossed his arms. "In hindsight, we definitely could've parked further away."

Kat sighed. "Boys, I think it's time we went freelance."

"Boss finally get to ya?" Saba smirked.

"She wants that Pikachu so bad she can come down here and get it herself!"

"What about the name?" Tommy pouted. "It's trademarked."

"Since when has that stopped us?"

"I like this idea!" Saba agreed.

Tommy nodded. "It'll make her positively furious! On three?"

"You know I don't like countdowns."

Grinning, Tommy hugged Kat and Saba as they became a point of light in the sky.

"Team Rocket's blasting off agaiiiiiiin!"

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"Hey, Kim? What's Pikachu doing with the other Pokemon?" Jason asked as he set down their food.

"Hmm? Dunno. They've been at it all morning. Aipom came a while ago and grabbed a bunch of markers."

"Hey guys! Breakfast!" Zack called to them.

The Pokemon turned to look at their trainers before scrambling hurriedly. Lifting up signs that had a simple drawing of a food pellet crossed out. Others looked like they had PokeBalls on them.

"Pika pi!" Pikachu came marching at the front. Kinda dwarfed by Zack's Steelix and Trini's Charizard. Climbing onto Jason's Blastoise he went on a short speech which the other Pokemon cheered.

Jason blinked. "Uhhhh, what?"

"It appears our Pokemon have gained worker consciousness and are now attempting to renegotiate the particulars of their social contract with us," Billy observed.

Jason looked at him for a moment before turning to Trini.

"They formed a union."

"What!?" Kim, Jason and Zack exclaimed at once.

"Pi!" Pikachu pointed at Trini and nodded.

"Uh, well..." Jason looked at his Pokemon. Eyes landing on the crossed out PokeBall. "We can't have all of you out of your PokeBalls all the time."

"Pika pi!" Pikachu shook his head and gestured at Kim's Eevee. Who dashed into her bag.

"Hey! C'mon you know I don't like you rummaging through my stuff."

Eevee popped her head out with Kim's planner in her mouth.

"A planner? You mean like a rotating schedule for PokeBall time?" Jason asked.

"Pika!" Pikachu grinned.

Jason looked at his friends and at the signs. Some of which had things that weren't as obvious as the others.

"Well you know what they say about keeping your Pokemon happy," Kim shrugged.

"And it's not like the towns we've passed have been stingy with their communal Pokemon resources," Trini added.

"Yeah, dude! They're part of our team too!" Zack said.

"If they're asking then it's best to listen," Billy agreed.

"Alright, alright," Jason smiled, turning to Pikachu. "It might take a while considering Saba is miles from here but we'll hear you out."

Pikachu grinned. "Pika!"

[ratty9boy]

In a better word Trini is a line cook and Grady a dishie who doubles as a waiter when it's busy, and they kiss and stuff.

[chloefraazer]

tagged by @sweetlyfez thanks!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: Helping Hands (15,037 hits) a Finn/ Poe Dameron from Star Wars fic, remember when I wrote slash? yeah me neither

Second most kudos: also Helping Hands, and my most kudos is also a slash fic, something I will forever and always be haunted on that none of my femslash fics got that attention so I'm going with third most kudos actually. wrap me around your fingers (break the silence open wide) (1,324 Kudos) Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane from Supergirl fic because even in a fandom that has a huge femslash majority I write the rarepairs...

Third most comments: you've got my number (26 comments) a B'Elanna/Seven from Star Trek: Voyager chat fic! I'm actully ridiculously proud of this one

Fourth most bookmarks: that's also the Kara/Lucy fic again so uh, third most bookmarked for this is you're gonna catch I fall (down, down, down) (118 bookmarks) this is a Marianne/Hilda and Dorothea/Ingrid from Fire Emblem: Three Houses fic that's my longest fic I've ever written but somehow one of the quickest

Fifth most words: double axel, triple loop (10,023 words) Miranda/Jack from Mass Effect skating au fic I did ages ago because I was just dying to write a skating au

Fic with the fewest words: water bottles (553) a Kimberly/Trini from Power Rangers one. I don't even remember writing it tbh

tagging whoever would like to!

[alysagrey7]

Prestigious VinePair Names Indri the Best ‘New World’ Whiskey

India’s homegrown single malt brand, Indri, from the House of Piccadily Distilleries, has once again made its mark among the world’s best whiskies. Indri-Trini has been named the Best ‘New World’ Whiskey by VinePair, a well-known US-based alco-bev platform.

This recognition highlights Indri’s rapid growth as one of India’s top single malt brands, both locally and internationally. Earlier, the Indri Diwali Collector's Edition was crowned the Best Whisky in the World, winning the “Best in Show, Double Gold” award at the prestigious Whiskies of the World Awards 2023.

Since its debut in 2021, Indri-Trini has won over 14 international awards, helping India achieve new heights in the world of premium single malt whiskies.

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[lucy-shining-star]

Double translation I see. Billy translating Zordon and then Trini translating Billy

[invasive-snails]

The Agricultural Impact of Giant African Snails

Their slow-moving nature may make them seem harmless but these mollusks (Lissachatina fulica) have left a trail of destruction throughout Trinidad, particularly in the agricultural sector.. The presence of these snails poses a significant threat, with their ability to consume a wide variety of plants, and spread rapidly country-wide... To start, Giant African Snails were first reported in Trinidad as early as 2008, initially reported in Diego Martin, likely arriving through imported goods or plants.

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/245928501

These greedy little guys feed on over 500 different plant species. They consume the leaves, stems, fruits, and even FLOWERS. Local farmers are experiencing a significant reduction in yield, which directly translates into financial losses. In Trinidad...where agriculture is a primary source of income, the snails are devastating livelihoods. And as Giant African Snails reach high population densities, the damage is becoming difficult to control & curb. While our local snail species; Giant South American Snail (Megalobulimus oblongus) only produces an average of 2-3 eggs per reproductive cycle; the Giant African Snails are highly prolific, being capable of laying hundreds of eggs multiple times each year. With all the country-wide flooding, their spread has been non-stop and even the most remote places are now infested!

Farmers are increasingly resorting to poisons & molluscicides to keep the population at bay.. but chemicals come with a cost; a double-edged sword, besides the financial burden, it can disturb the local ecosystem, affecting non-target species like beneficial insects and native snails. & these chemical controls can also end up in waterways, impacting the aquatic life and overall ecological health.. And not to mention, as the Giant African Snail competes with our native snails & other critters, it reduces biodiversity; & ecological stability is disrupted....This shift forces farmers to rely more on artificial methods of managing their fields, leading to a less sustainable agriculture model. Integrated pest management strategies should be employed to reduce dependence on the harmful chemical controls. Introducing natural predators COULD help, although one would have to think about local species also being affected. Setting up bait stations to attract and remove snails manually could prove to be a sustainable method BUT it is time consuming. All methods of removal seem to have some draw-back or the other, which is probably why getting rid of them has been so hard. A friend of mine suggested we prompt people to start eating them, yuck. But knowing Trinis, that might just work.