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Nilou, Kujou Sara & Hu Tao Seeing Their Stoic S/O Smile

A/N: It's been some time, hasn't it? Enjoy!

Your disposition is both puzzling and impressive to Nilou. Somehow, no matter how stressful or anger-inducing the situation is, you remain unphased. It’s comforting for her, knowing that you’ll be able to endure anything and be a steady pillar for her to lean on if things get rough. Still, being stoic means that you don’t give in to positive emotions as well, which is a great shame. Would Nilou love to see you smile? Obviously! But she won’t force you to change - she accepts and loves you for who you are.

“I have something important to tell you~!” Nilou’s voice trails off. Your eyes grow soft at her clenched hands and the big smile plastered across her lips. 

You nod. “I can tell it's something good. Don't keep me waiting, honey bee.” 

She nods in return, taking a deep breath. 

“The theater is going to stay!”

Nilou squeals and hops up in glee, her red hair swinging in the air. She twirls around, making your heart throb. The sight… it's too much for you to bear. 

She dashes up to you and grabs your hands. “The city bought most of the shares! Do you know what that mea- Oh!”

You can't stop your hands as they grab her hips and hoist her up to your height. Your lips pepper her features with kiss after kiss, your arms squeezing the absolute daylights out of her petite frame. 

“Amazing! Oh Archons, for a moment there I thought it was over!” You burst out, hugging her tightly. “I’m so glad everything is okay!”

“H-hey, slow down a little! You'll squish me like a pancake, baby…” 

Mumbling a quick apology, you hold her up a bit looser. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Nilou's interrupted by a gasp. 

“Nilou? Is..” The feeling of her small hands on your cheeks causes you to trail off. You watch as her face quickly lights up even further. 

“You're smiling!”

At this revelation, a sudden wave of embarrassment floods you. A slight blush blossoms on your face as you clear your throat. 

“Oh… Well… I mean, it's no wonder - your joy is absolutely infectious, my love.” You don't bother to thwart the expression. Your girl gently caresses your bright red cheeks, taking in the image and surely committing it to memory. 

“You're very handsome when you smile, do you realize that?” Nilou speaks, looking you directly in the eyes, hers overflowing with giddiness. “Very handsome~ You should definitely do that a little more often. Please?”

“Thanks for the feedback. I’ll t-try my best.”

You use a kiss to distract her from your flustered self, and put her down. Nilou returns the gesture and grabs your hands. 

“Come on now - let's get ice cream! We have something to celebrate after all~”

You and Sara are soulmates, both mature, responsible and stoic. There is no challenge that you two can’t overcome, whether it be a problem in the relationship or something external. You have each other’s back and push on towards your goals, never wavering or falling behind. Still, everybody needs some downtime once in a while, even her. Surely you could use some guard-lowering as well. Sara understands that expressing emotions might be difficult - she is somewhat of an expert herself - so the Tengu will never force you to relax, and will take things slowly as you learn how to be in a relationship.

The click of the front door surprises Sara, making her heart drop. So soon already? She hastens her movements, fingers fumbling with the silk kimono. 

“Sara? Are you home?” You speak out, and the answer arrives shortly.

“Take a seat, Y/N! I’ll be there in a moment.”

She straightens the fabric and looks up at the tall mirror again. Her hair is orderly, the red Tengu mask now replaced with a white lily braided in. Although rudimentary - mainly due to her inexperience in these matters - the makeup highlights her eyes and contrasts nicely with the gold of Sara’s irises. Despite the long journey she walked with the kimono adorning her body, she still misses the heaviness of armor on her skin, but even she can’t dispute the elegance of the outfit. The majority of the silk is dyed black, vines with cherry blossoms tracing her sides and sleeves, all white as snow. Her obi belt is black as well with various feather shapes embroidered in white thread. 

Sara takes a deep breath to strengthen herself. You can do this. She walks out the door and steps into the corridor, right into your field of view. 

You freeze in place upon seeing her. Your eyes dart around the sight in front of you before landing on hers. She blushes and looks down, her hands finding each other and dropping down to her belly. 

“... do you like it…?” Sara asks shyly, her eyes switching between you and everything but. You blink a few times and nod your head. 

“Of course I do, Sara… You look positively stunning…” You try to avert your eyes, but fail. “Is there a special occasion?”

She grabs her forearm. “Well, no… I just wanted to surprise you. You said I would look great in something like this, so-”

“Wait, you remember that?” You approach her in a fair bit of disbelief. “And this pattern, these colors… Did you…?”

Sara nods. “Yes, my love. I picked them out specifically for you.”

Your lips curl into a huge, dumb smile - just like that of a little boy. “Oh Sara…” 

Her eyes wide with surprise. Did you just smile? 

Before she can have a second thought you kiss her lips, Sara welcoming the affection. Out of breath after a short moment you part, one thing blaring in her mind. 

“You…”

Sara stops herself before she can finish. Your smile persists, radiating a sense of joy she never saw on your features before.

Ultimately, she decides against it. 

“You are too thankful, really. All I did was dress up, after all…”

You shake your head. “No, my love. You don't realize how much this means to me.” You embrace her. “I never fathomed how lucky I am to have such an attentive and loving woman by my side.”

She strokes your back tenderly, a smile of her own gracing her lips. “My love, the same can be said about you. You've done much more for me than I can ever put into words.”

Sara gently pulls away, once again face to face with you. Her hand goes up to your cheek, thumb gently tracing the curve of your beautiful smile. 

“I would do this and so much more time and time again, my love, just to see your beautiful smile.”

No matter what kind of tricks Hu Tao tries on you, you never even as much as smirk at her antics. No joke or situation can make you laugh - but does that mean she will just give up and walk away? You wish! By being so lovable and handsome and wonderful and loving her in return you brought trouble upon yourself, so you better be ready, mister!

Hu Tao rubs her temple, sighs, and readjusts her head on your thighs. 

It was a long day of work, advertisement and her usual shenanigans - scaring the daylights out of Xiangling, trying to get Zhongli to engage in some more modern activities and, of course, trying to get a reaction out of good old you. Despite her best efforts, not once have you broken your usual toned demeanor and went past that polite smile of yours. 

She looks up past the book you’re reading and at your face, bearing the same expression as always. Her eyes trace yours as they jump from line to line, before stopping abruptly. You send her a questioning gaze, but she just shakes her head. 

“It’s nothing, sweetie.” The director replies, and you go back to your lecture. 

Well, she’ll have to try again. And again. And again, though - truth be told - she is running out of ideas. Surprises, scares, pestering… none of what she tried gave any results. 

But maybe this is just how you are? Maybe the lack of expression is your unique feature. Hu Tao’s hand tightens around yours, placed comfortingly on her chest. She closes her eyes, and mumbles.

“You’re worse than Shenhe…”

She can hear you putting down the book, and feel your other hand going up to her hair, giving it a few gentle strokes. 

“Don’t worry about it, Hu.”

You shift, laying down beside her. She snuggles into your arm, letting you envelop her completely. The smell of your freshly washed hoodie fills her nose, prompting her to nuzzle her face right into you. It’s not long before she drifts off. 

When Hu Tao regains sight, the first thing before her eyes is a smile. Your smile. What a nice dream. 

She takes a deep, content breath and closes her eyes again. Her fingers feel your warmth radiating from underneath the fabric of your clothes and hear your steady, deep breathing.  

Hold on. 

Her eyes shoot open and she pulls away. You stir awake, your smile vanishing right away. 

“You did not just…” She gasps. 

“I did not…?” You reply, still hazy from the sleep. 

Hu Tao wiggles free, sitting up. You do the same, startled. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. 

“I try so many things, and this is what finally gets you?” She turns her head away from you, pigtails swinging in the air. “Ayia, you’re such a dork.”

There’s a moment of silence. Hu Tao cracks one of her eyes open without turning around, trying to see your reaction. You sigh. 

“Hey, honey-”

“No.”

“Um, sweetie-”

“Nu-uh.”

A moment of hesitation. “Honey bee…?”

“I don’t want to hear it. You disappointed me, Y/N L/N.”

Another moment of dramatic silence. Suddenly, Hu Tao feels your fingers around her sides. 

Her eyes widen and she tries to defend herself, but it’s hopeless. You strike at her with a barrage of well-aimed tickles, instantly making her squeal and wiggle. 

“Ah! Noooo! Come on!” Her body trembles with laughter, arms shooting out to grab your forearms. Before she can even realize her mistake, you’re already at her armpits, causing her to curl into a defensive ball. With little result, of course.

As she pointlessly struggles against your experienced tickling, you hum in a melodic voice. “That’s what you get for being grumpy, little butterfly~”

Hu Tao coughs a few times. All this laughter is making it a bit hard to breathe. 

“Okayyyy, safeword!” She bursts out once again as your hands slide under her t-shirt, mercilessly tickling her belly. “Uh, red! Blue! Orange! Whatever-it-was!”

You finally release her and scooch, giving her space to recover. After a few deep breaths and getting out a few more giggles, she brushes her messed up hair away from her eyes. You stare at each other for a short moment, and it’s then that an idea sparks in her mind. She quickly sits up and moves over, hands placed by her sides and ready to go.  

“Honey? You have a stain on your sleeve, I think. Can you lift up your arms please?”  

You do as she says, and Hu Tao doesn’t give you as much as a single second to think about the blunder you’ve just made. Enough said, she got much more than a single smile out of you that day. 

Thanks for reading!

[solarwynd]

https://x.com/BTSBILLIONSCLUB/status/1818072379118981300?t=cjUGN08NX7ARww0YG_YorA&s=19

To all the people saying "Armys don't care about hyung line, they just care about maknae line", you know what? You're right, that's absolutely true. But the real question is: What are you gonna do about it? That has been the case for 11 years now, are you gonna keep crying for another decade? Maybe it's time for people to accept that armys are and have always been a heavily biased fandom, and if that pisses you off so bad then leave, cause we all know is not gonna change. Years of complaining have never fixed the issue, in fact, it's only gotten worse. Most of the group's golden years are behind them, and the tendency is for solo work to take up more and more space as time goes on. There's no fixing the problem at this point, so either accept it or leave. 'Real army' this, 'fake army' that, have you considered that if the vast majority of your fandom is and has been a certain way since the very beginning, then maybe that's what the 'real' version of your fandom is? Have you considered that maybe the 'real army' is a fandom that doesn't care about the members equally? Cause the real version can't be the minority, and maybe that minority are the ones who are in the wrong place here. All groups have this problem, so I don't know why some people thought armys were gonna be the magical exception where fans somehow managed to equally like 7 different people. If anything, they should consider themselves lucky that there are multiple members fans care about, cause it could've been just one like it happens to a lot of other groups.

And if I wanna be real controversial here, what if I say that BTS themselves are partially to blame for this? You get the fandom you get based on what you offer, and if you offer an unbalanced group, you're gonna get an unbalanced fandom. Cause let's be honest here, BTS is a vocalist group with rappers in it. Like when a singer has a rapper as a feature in their song, sure, the song has a rapper in it, but you wouldn't call it a rap song. That's what BTS's music has been like since they changed their sound way back in 2015, and it has only gotten more pronounced over the years. Especially when you consider a lot of fandom is from 2020 and after. You really think you're gonna get rap fans with songs like Dynamite and Butter? If BTS wants a rap fandom maybe they should start making rap music. And no, one rap line song every album is not gonna cut it. And as armys love to say, rap line is in charge of their music, so who's to blame for this if not them? They knew they were not gonna get big if they continued with their inicial plan of trying to be a hip-hop idol group, so they changed it. That's the choice they made. If they made their bed, then they can lie in it. Rap line will get no sympathy from me. And as for Jin? You give nothing, you get nothing.

Maknae line is the reason the group has as many fans as they do, so they're gonna have all the popularity. If we wanna get specific, then this is how it goes. Jungkook being given way more lines, screentime and dance center that everybody else was inevitably gonna result in him being popular, let's not act clueless. Taehyung realized he was in a k-pop group which means you just need fans to like looking at you to be popular, so he stoped acting silly, got all serious and mysterious, double down on the fanservice, and got more popular because of it. Jimin worked his ass off with whatever little he was given and it payed off for him. Especially now in the solo era with him being the only maknae line member actually putting in effort to make good music. So if people listen to his music more than other's, then good, he deserves it.

The point is, armys are the fandom they are and the fandom they were made to be. There's nothing unexpected going on here, some people just can't accept reality and prefer to instead subject all of us to their whining and I'm way past being over it.

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Many many fics for this anime are going wiiild! Heeey guys sooo thanks for the likes and follows . Ik I'm a selfish one to not let yall ask me stuff but I appreciate u all keeping up with my selfishness.

Teeheee, so enjoy another tickle fic from me if ya like!

Warning spoilers for Windbreaker ep 10

Something simple as "love"

Umemiya is the top of Bofurin. Sakura can't even think about competing with him. Even if he often retorted that, he would take the top dog spot someday.

But will he though? What will he achieve then? Will he be someone like Toyama from Shishitoren?

"Sakura-kun~?" A poke to his ribs made him jump a foot and whirled around with his fists like a defence mechanism. His eyes were wide and alert like a cat.

The boy with the eye patch grins at him. Next to him is Nirei, who looks as bright as always.

"Sakura-San, are you OK? You look so deep in thought?" Nirei tilts his head now looking at Sakura, who has been by the window. Lowering his fists with a sigh, he rolls his eyes. "Nothing..."

Suo being the perceptive one, hums under his breath, smirking with adornment, "Are you still hung up on your feelings for Togame-san?"

There it is... the flustered tomato face Sakura-kun they all love.

"Huuuh? Y-you -I am not! I don't like t-that guy!"

His little growl deepened when they both grinned and exchanged fond glances. Sakura grits his teeth with a low grumble, looking sideways.

Suo closes towards him, patting his head as if he's a bashful puppy, "Aww, Sakura-kun, dont very shy... liking someone is very sweet. After all, we like you too"

"Hey!" Sakura slapped his hand, which made Suo poke his side, causing the younger of the two to let out a yelp.

Nirei laughs, gently tugging at his arm, "Sakura-san, are you still embarrassed, I thought Umemiya-san told u about those stuff already?"

Conflicted with reacting to Suo's poke and Nirei's persistence, he just clenched his fists with an inward grumble.

Getting this to his advantage, Suo quickly got behind Sakura to prod his sides again but this time gently and non stop.

"H-hey! N-not that... s-stop it!" Sakura shifted away from him, hopping from one foot to the other, but Nirei hook his arm under Sakura to keep him in place.

"Oh! Ticklish? Sakura-san that's so cute!" The blond's eyes glistened as he mentally noted Sakura cute when he's tickled.

"I Am nohot!" A giggle slips when Suo used his fingers to crawl up his sides. Ah, ribs it is...

"Hmm~ Sakura-kun do you really like your friends?"

Again with this like question?! Sakura groaned as he felt their predatory fingers capture every sensitive spot. Honestly, the last thing he wanted was being tickled. He never felt this before... its not really bad-

"AHHH! SHIHIHIT Thahahahats, ehehehenough!"

Ok, Suo needs to stop tormenting his hips.

Wait? Why are they even tickling him in the first place?

As if Nirei could read his mind he points out, "Sakura-san you need to accept that you love your friends. It's nothing to be embarassed about... you are cool guy even if you say you love us..."

Sakura blushes furiously. The won't even let him revert back to his original colour. He couldn't help but shriek when Suo tackles him to the ground. Instantly causing a scene when the rest of the classmates began to laugh at his predicament.

"OHOHOHOI! SUHUHUO DOHOHONT EVEN TRY!"

"Aww you called my name... does that mean you love me?"

"Eeeh??" Sakura wheezes in embarassment, his throat croaking awkwardly without even saying anything.

"Hey Suo, see if the tough guy is ticklish somewhere else?"

"Dohohohont ehehehencourage hihihim!" Sakura struggled to grab Suo's hands which were miraculously flying around poking his ribs and torso without care. At least his hips are not targeted.

"Oh, what about this spot~?" Nirei from behind whispers in his ear which made him scrunch his shoulder with a shrilled cry, "No!"

Suo's eyes widened with amusement, "Nice Nirei-kun, that has to be one of his worst spots..."

Unable to expose his midriff as his hands are still fight for dear life to protect any spot on his belly but now his shoulders raised up to avoid Nirei's curiois timid fingers around tracing his ears.

"W-wow Sakura-san your ears are even redder whenever I touch them."

"Aw man, Sakura-kun looks cute... its giving me diabetics now"

They laughed at the joke and also Sakura's shrieks of giggly protests that raised and cackled giddily.

His legs kicked and slammed against the floor but they didn't help at all.

"AHAHAHA MEHEHERCY! EHEHEHE IHIHI CANT! EHEHEE"

Nirei stopped but Suo lingered a bit longer now gently tracing patterns over Sakura's sides.

"Admit one thing Sakura..."

"W-Whahahat is ihihit dahahamn it?"

Suo grins, "Say you love your friends"

Silence, Sakura looks pale and his already flsuehd face got brighter like a cherry. The other classmates whooped and hooted playfully, "Sakuraaa~ sayyy you love your friends..."

"Lets hold a wedding for him too~"

Amongst the chatters and laughter. Sakura grumbles but still giggling as Suo just continued his little teasing touches on his stomach, "U-ugh... I dont... wanna... -ack!"

"Hmm~?" Suo scribbled his fingers tips over the one spot across the side of his belly, "Don't wanna or can't do it?"

Nirei chuckles uneasily, "Sakura-san you don't have to force yoursel-"

"No I wanna hear it," Kiryu the pink haired guy with piercings finally removed his airport, with his tilted smile he gestures, "It's not bad to love your friends... its so simple... unless you're afraid..."

Sakura groans, both from that sentence and Suo's merciless taunts. He sigh, "F-Fine just... just let me up..."

Suo stops now, helping Sakura up to his feet. Despite the initial wobble, he straightens up and mumbles, "I don't hate... you guys..."

"Ah ah ah... say it properly Sakura-kun" Suo sways towards him, closely leaning on his shoulder, making Sakura squeak when he felt a hand on his waist, "A-ah alright alright... geez..."

He blushes furiously, now looking sideways tenaciously but with surrender. "I like you g-guys... ok?"

"Louderrrrr~?" Someone from the back teases.

"PUNK! I SAID I LIKE YALL! NOW LEAVE ME BE!" Sakura snaps, raising his arms to ruffle his hair in frustration before he storms away attempting to go outside of the classroom. However as he made it to the door he bumps into Sugishita, who menacingly looks down at him.

"Watch it brat..."

"AAAH? YOU WANNA FIGHT GREASE BALL?" Sakura raised his fists with a growl. Yup, just like a cat. An angry tsundere kitten...

Suo laughs at his own similie before pointing out, "Without Sakura, what will we do? He's so fun..."

Kiryu chuckles along with him. "Indeed, we all need a Sakura-chan to satisfy our lives."

Nirei, being the concerned mother of the group, steps towards Sakura to grab him and hold him back from violence. "S-sakura-san pleaaase don't fight..."

Sakura just hissed at Sugishita, who continues to glare, not really doing anything since he doesn't want to fight behind Umemiya's back. He just gave grimaces and irritated glances further triggering Sakura to anger. Sakura wheezes like a provoked cat... Nirei is strong enough to hold him back luckily.

One of the classmates laughed and gestured with amusement, "Someone tickle Sakura so he'll stop picking unnecessary fights..."

"Oh, right? Now we know his weakness..."

Suo smirks at the suggestion and looks at Kiryu, "Round 2?"

Kiryu winks, with a similar calculative beaming smile. "Ready when you are Suo-chan..." He advances forward where Sakura is, while adding towards the heterocrhomic boy, wiggling his fingers, "Ohhh Sakuraaaa-chaan....~?"

Suo steps forward as well, looking through the spectacle as he waits for his turn.

Freshmen classes aren't always this enthusiastic... but this year... it is very lively. Because they have a Sakura-kun.

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omg !! I saw your post where you said you'd be taking song fic requests and I have one. 🫣

song: you belong with me - Taylor Swift

lyrics: "But she wears short Skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.."

Pairing: football player!lee know x introverted!reader

genre: angst (with fluff at the end...?)

You Belong With Me~

a/n: this is absolutely my favourite song ever! @hugsforjungwon thanks for requesting this, it was thrilling to write, and I hope you like it!

my taglist is open btw, just message me if you wanna be part of it!!

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ty, @cafekitsune for the dividers~

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

for asks view this post

The night was calm and peaceful. You lounged on the couch, absentmindedly swiping through your phone, while your best friend, Minho, lay sprawled across you. An 80’s hip-hop song played softly in the background, prompting you to groan. "Who on earth decided to play this ancient song?" you quipped, only to answer your own question. "Oh right, we have a Minho in the room." He simply rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You and Minho had been inseparable since childhood, so close that you even defied the college rules and secretly roomed together. In your opinion, sharing a room with your best friend was far better than being stuck with some spoiled rich girl. The college dorm arrangements were always harsh, and you didn't want to take any chances.

Over time, your connection with Minho has only grown stronger, and perhaps, you've developed a crush on him. However, you knew deep down that his relationship status as someone's boyfriend rendered your feelings insignificant. It was heart-wrenching for you, but what truly mattered was Minho's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.

Tonight appeared to be just like any other normal night, with both of you lying down engrossed in your phones. Strangely enough, Minho seemed restless, his fingers dancing furiously on the screen as he typed away. Suddenly, his ringtone erupted into a fast-paced melody, prompting him to abruptly leave the room. You didn't pay much attention at first, but you could faintly hear his voice resonating from outside the door. He was tense and arguing.

You realised it was another one of the many fights between him and his girlfriend. You sighed and turned your attention back to your phone. After a few minutes you heard him come back inside, a hand running through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.

“Trouble in paradise?” you asked putting your phone down and turning your attention to him. Minho laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair again, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "Not exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and frustration. "Jiyeon is wonderful, really. It's just that we have different...senses of humor. She didn't appreciate one of my jokes, I brushed it off as something trivial, and now she's giving me the silent treatment."

"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."

"They do not."

"You're the only one who laughs at them."

"You do too!"

"Only because they're so bad!". As you uttered those words, your gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if avoiding eye contact would reveal the hidden truth of your admiration for Minho's jokes.

"Jiyeon's not bad, of course, but don't you think you jumped into this a little too quickly?" The thought had been lingering in your mind, quietly questioning whether Minho's trust in everyone was warranted. It took him quite some time to let his guard down and trust someone, and although you would never voice it aloud, you couldn't help but feel that he had rushed into this relationship faster than he was comfortable with.

Maybe it was because Jiyeon actually registered as a girl to him. After all these years of being friends, you probably didn’t look any different than the boys to him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy dressing up, it just wasn't a priority for you, and you didn't have much time for it. Growing up in a small neighborhood, you weren't exactly the social butterfly either.

Jiyeon, on the flip side, always exuded an air of elegance and charm. She was effortlessly put together, making it easy to engage in meaningful conversations with her. Although she adored Jiyeon, it pained her to see her standing next to Minho. They didn't even have to be physically close to give off the impression of a couple.

As your conversation gradually faded, you decided to play some music. The song that came on was your absolute favorite, causing you to sway your head and unleash your inner karaoke star. Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping along to the rhythm.

"Jiyeon would absolutely despise listening to this," Minho remarked.

"It's quite entertaining!" you replied with a smirk.

Uh huh, sure," he playfully retorted.

In that moment, you couldn’t think of what Jiyeon thinks of all things. You saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a bit silly and funky? You were a little silly and funky yourself. Sometimes it made you wonder how Minho could spend time with you, considering how different you were from Jiyeon. It just didn't make sense to you.

But what did Jiyeon really know? She wasn't the one who had known him for ages, who could sense his moods from across the house, or who shared all his inside jokes. No, that was you. But did it even matter anymore? Who were you to feel bitter about Minho's new love interest? Just a friend who hung on his every word, whether you showed it or not.

"I don't understand how you can listen to this," Minho interrupted your thoughts, causing you to quickly look away, feeling your face flush from almost being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."

"Not to me," you replied, watching Minho get up to make some tea. You couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of barrier over his eyes that you could remove, so he could see you for who you truly were: everything he had been searching for.

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The following day, Minho was in the company of Jiyeon during the morning, but upon his return, he seemed unusually quiet. It was evident that he had a lot on his mind, so you decided not to disturb him. However, you couldn't resist for too long.

"I noticed you left in the morning," you mentioned.

"Yeah, I was with Jiyeon," he replied.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned.

He let out a forced laugh. "As alright as it can be, I suppose."

You nodded, not wanting to pry further. "Are you ready for the big game this afternoon?" you inquired.  "Yeah, I guess," he responded nonchalantly. You smiled, reassuring him, "You're our star quarterback, you'll do great." Extending your fist, you offered him a fist bump, and he reciprocated.

The game arrived sooner than expected, and you quickly put on your house scarf before rushing to the stadium to wish Minho luck. Spotting him, you couldn't contain your excitement and almost tackled him to the ground. His laughter filled the air, a rare and beautiful sound. It was moments like these that made you feel privileged to be one of the few who could bring out that genuine joy in him.

As you said 'Good Luck,' you both performed your special handshake, a ritual you always followed before every game. Afterward, Minho mentioned that he had something important to tell you and went off to prepare himself. You waved him goodbye and found a seat in the bleachers. It was then that your gaze fell upon Jiyeon, she was the head cheerleader, energetically waving her pompoms and looking absolutely adorable in her tight top and short skirt, something you would never be. You couldn't help but feel surprised that Minho didn't approach her for a kiss or something.

The game began and the crowd erupted with cheers, each person supporting their own team. In the end, your and Minho's team emerged victorious! You jumped up, threw your scarf aside, and hurried down to meet Minho.

"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you, as always," you said excitedly.

"Thanks, y/n," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You continued to gush about the thrilling game, but then noticed that Minho was only focused on you. Curious, you asked him what was on his mind.

"I wasn't completely honest earlier. Jiyeon and I... we broke up. And I've been thinking aboutwhether I made the right decision or if I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."

You stood there, shocked, and surprised. Was this really happening?

Without warning, Minho swept you off my feet and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. In that moment, it felt like the entire world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.

There was nothing wrong with exploring, making mistakes, and searching for love. But if it wasn't out there, Minho would always come back.

He would always come back to the person he had known all along.

[sanchoi21]

Irresistable

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Warning: It's more of a story written by the reader in her diary, mentions of attachment to a married man Toji and sex but mostly it's just fluff. Art not mine. Credit goes to the artist.

That day I fell in love with a man. But to my demise, he was a married man, a man that I shouldn't touch, as he never belonged to me. I kept him away for a long time, but he was always there at the back of my mind. I just couldn't help but think about him. Think about how kind he is, how beautiful he is when he smiles, he's really cute when he eats, I just couldn't help but think about him all the time. I craved for him and secretly yearned for his love. I tried to avoid him, but he always, somehow found me and reached out to me. I soon came to know that he was single, as his wife had died a long time ago, I am terrible person because I felt relieved, but I knew his heart could never be mine, as it was long gone with her.

I had decided to myself, to not fall for him anymore than I already had, but he just made it so much difficult for me to not to. He used to help me with my work, chat with me in his free time, ask me to go shopping with him for his son's birthday, ask me to dinners, and sometimes even for some drinks when we both had tiresome days. What was I supposed to think about all these signs?? He is just so irresistible, that I can't stop myself anymore, so one night when we both were drinking at his home, I kissed him, on the lips. I couldn't help it, loving him from the bottom of my heart and on top of that being drunk, didn't help me from kissing his soft pink lips. I kissed him as if this is the first and the last time I could ever do it. Maybe we won't even be friends after this, who knows, but I didn't care I just needed him to be mine.

But to my surprise, he kissed me back with more heat. As his hands travelled up and down my body, I was losing my mind, bit by bit. His lips, moved towards my neck to give it a peck, but I stopped him.

Y/n: T-Toji... S-stop it. You know very well that I-I can't r-resist you.

Toji: Then, why are you resisting?? I don't remember asking you to resist me, did I??

Y/n: I thought you loved your wife and couldn't get over her even after her death.

Toji: I did love her in the past, but now you are the one that I love, so will you be mine, doll??

Y/n: W-what?? S-say that again!!

Toji: I love you, my babygirl, so it's alright if you let go of all your restrains and just jump on me, if it's fine with you??

Without saying anything further I hopped on his lap, straddling him. He felt so heavenly underneath me, that I subconsciously started grinding my hips on his well toned abs and his growing bulge. He kissed me passionately as I was getting heated by looking at sweaty appearance and by the actions we were doing.

That night, he engraved his love in my body as I continued to mark him as mine. It was the best night of my life, abd I knew rhat there are more such to come.

This evening as I peacefully sat beside my sweet husband Toji in the gallary of our apartment, drinking the coffee made by him, I recollected all these memories as I am very happy and glad to finally have met my soulmate. Our sson Megumi is also as sweet and cute as always, he soon had warmed up too me and calls me mom. Though Toji and Megumi bicker all the time, I can't help but laugh and interfere their childish fights. Thanks, dear diary, I really love my family and I'll cherish and protect them forever.

- Toji' wife, Y/n.

[idiotcoward]

Clipse - Lord Willin' A lot of yall could probably tell the difference between "West Coast" hip hop and "East Coast" hip hop. Even less of you could probably tell me what the dirty south is and what style of Hip Hop came from the South East United States. Even even incredibly even less could tell me what the fucking Virginia sound was or is. Some of y'all probably don't even know that Pharrell was a hip hop producer in the 2000's and that he was one of the more innovative and influential producers of the 21st century and a huge chunk of what he did, what he wrote, and produced in his early carer was for Clipse. They are THE Virginia group. They are fucking amazing. Pusha T and No Malice just absolutely losing their mind over some of the most out there and interesting production that was going on at the same time. This shit is just so God damn bouncey and melodic for a hardcore hip hop record about selling coke and hustling. There's just nothing quite like listening to Pusha T tell you about how he grew up hustling and doing everything he could to be a success over the top of these Jazzy ass saxaphones and horns that almost sound like something from a Benny Goodman song. This whole album goes so hard, and when I was a kid these guys were the only people from VA we could point to as showing how shit could be there. I was only there a few years, but these fuckers stuck with me. Absolutely insane to see Pusha T go from local legend to one of the all time greats. It is well past time for all of yall to learn about this scene and listen to these albums. This or Hell Hath No Fury are absolutely the best place to start.

[unspokenmusings]

✧ ┆ ( HAN HYUNMIN, CIS MALE, PANSEXUAL, HE/HIM ). Not everyone can say they’ve been to Briar Glen, but SANI KIM, a 24-year-old, DJ & FREELANCE ARTIST, has lived in Briar Glen for 6 YEARS. This is the city for development and they know it. Living in this extensive town means you meet all kinds of people, we can’t wait to meet and see how SANI develops.

B A S I C S 

full name: sani kim. nicknames: nini. gender:  cis male. pronouns:  he/him. sexuality:  pansexual. age:  24. date of birth:  september 1st, 2000. zodiac sign:  virgo. birthplace: seoul, south korea. current location: briar glen, california, united states. residence:  apartment in briar glen. languages spoken: korean, igbo, yoruba, english.

A P P E A R A N C E

faceclaim:  han hyunmin. height:  6’4. build:  slim, toned and tall. eyes:  brown. hair:  dark brown. piercings:  standard earlobe piercings.  tattoos:  none. style:  trendy and casual. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits:  (+) creative, honest, determined, dedicated , loyal. (-) shy, temperamental, reticent, unforgiving.  mental health:  stable.  physical health:  good, healthy. likes:  music, art, spicy foods, live concerts, wine, smoking marijuana.  dislikes:  being antagonized, people who don't respect boundaries, avocados, crowded spaces, groups of people that take up the whole sidewalk, being forced to introduce himself.  fears:  losing his autonomy.  skills: singing, dj'ing, drawing, painting, sculpting, cooking. quirks:  cracking his knuckles when irritated, avoiding eye contact when feeling shy or nervous, rolling his eyes.

F A V O R I T E S

ice cream flavour:  cookies & cream.  time of the day / night:  late night.  weather:  fall weather.  breakfast food:  waffles, cereal, yogurt.  dinner food:  jerk chicken, beef patties, pasta, rice. colours:  lots of darker, muted colors.  music: r&b, indie, indie pop, rock, pop, pop rock, hip-hop/rap. 

M I S C E L A N E O U S

a cherished item:  his maternal grandmother's guitar. first love ( celeb crush ):  lee hyori, beyonce. usual mood:  neutral. 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  dj for a celebrity event. 

B A C K G R O U N D

sani was born on a south korean-united states military base. his mother was an army doctor and his father was a doctor in south korea. his mother was a first generation nigerian-american that dedicated her life to saving others and decided to become a military doctor after completing her residency. she met his father a year into being in south korea, and their love was instant, like a fairy tale.

their love didn't last long though. when sani was only seven years old, his parents divorced and when her time as an army doctor was over, his mother returned to the states, taking him with her. he spent his summers in south korea with his father, but primarily lived with his mother for the majority of his life.

sani's always been a creative at heart. whether it be art or music, both come to him naturally. he can play several instruments (the piano, the guitar, the drums and the saxophone), and is very knowledgable on dj'ing equipment and other music production equipment. he has a nice singing voice as well, but prefers to lean on the more creating/dj'ing side of music instead of actively singing.

he moved to briar glen when he turned eighteen for a sense of independence and to prove to his parents, and himself, that he can make it on his own. his parents both wanted him to follow their paths and become a doctor, but that was never something he wanted to pursue.

he makes the bulk of his money by dj'ing or doing freelance art projects for anyone interested in his art style and work.

[randomvarious]

London Hip Hop Playlist

Something that Brits really seem to go absolutely fucking nuts over are breakbeats. They singlehandedly invented jungle and drum n bass with them, as well as the genres of breakbeat and breakbeat hardcore as well, and out of breakbeat also came big beat, which was that fun party stuff that was huge in the late 90s and early 2000s that was made popular by people like Fatboy Slim, the Chemical Brothers, and The Prodigy.

But another thing that Brits naturally applied breakbeats to was hip hop, which, after it had managed to make its way from New York, led to the formation of a UK-specific genre in the late 80s called Britcore. And Britcore featured people (almost strictly blokes) spitting furiously over slammin' breakbeats. Basically, if you love old school rap records like I do, you are *really* missing out if you never messed with any of this stuff at all, because while the US continuously led the way, the UK was cooking up some seriously overlooked unique fire on the back-burner that never really managed to make it into the American hip hop diet.

So, here's a bunch of dope rap tunes from London that span from the late 80s to mid-90s, a lot of which are Britcore tracks. And my #1 favorite among all of these is, hands-down, "Doomsday of Rap," by Hijack, which isn't just the greatest Britcore song that I've ever heard, but is also, to me, just one of the best pieces of old school hip hop that's ever been made, period. In fact, this tune, which lays ferociously raw lyrics over a sample of the Incredible Bongo Band's iconic "Apache," actually helped Hijack to catch the ear of none other than Ice-T, who then signed them to his own Rhyme Syndicate label. And "Doomsday of Rap" is probably one of the least obscure songs among this set here, but considering just how irresistibly good it is, a Spotify play count of around 75,200 still feels a bit low.

Another banger on here, though, which does have an obscenely low play count is Kobalt 60's "Kaos From Order," which seems to sample its breakbeat from Tom Jones' "Looking Out My Window," and also adds these forceful "ba-ba-ba-ba" male vocals in the second verse too. And I have no idea where those specific vocals come from, but they really enhance this whole track, overall, which is only sitting at a little under 1,900 total plays.

I also included a couple cuts from a slick-tongued ragga hip hop star originally from Jamaica named Daddy Freddy, too, who moved to London and then made some choice tracks, like "Go Freddy Go" and "Haul & Pull." The version of "Go Freddy Go" that I've added has about 16,700 plays, and a remix of "Haul & Pull" that was done by Bobby Konders has about 32,900.

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible.

Lady Sugar Sweet - "Sugar Sweet" Thrashpack - "Trigger Happy" Hijack - "Doomsday of Rap" MC Duke - "I'm Riffin" MC Duke - "Gotta Get Your Own" Hardnoise - "Untitled" SL Troopers - "Movement" Standing Ovation - "Onslaught" Daddy Freddy - "Go Freddy Go" The 3 Knights - "Burial Proceedings" Militant Posture - "Dawn of Terror" Brothers on Organised Missions - "B.O.O.M." Brothers on Organised Missions - "Delivering the Answer" Kobalt 60 - "Kaos From Order" Daddy Freddy - "Haul & Pull" Killa Instinct - "Un-United Kingdom"

And, of course, there's a YouTube version of this playlist too, which includes a couple more gems that aren't on Spotify, like a tune that's actually not Britcore, but takes a page out of Pete Rock's relaxational jazz-rap stylebook instead: 499's "Don't Categorise Me," which has around 11,600 plays across a bunch of different uploads on YouTube.

Demon Boyz - "Rougher Than an Animal" 499 - "Don't Categorise Me"

And this playlist is on YouTube Music as well.

So, with the unveiling of this playlist, we start with 68 minutes worth of tunes on Spotify, and 78 minutes over on YouTube. And because the YouTube version has that 499 track, I definitely recommend you check out that version rather than the Spotify one 😊.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

[bimbosymzs]

Who is the BEST, the BOSS, the GOAT: The Case for Beyoncé Knowles- Carter

Honey I was entertained, I was gagged, and in the end ate up. She really is thee doll, Ms. B.

Make Sure Yall Follow, Like, and Repost to help your Girl out 🪐

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟Hey!🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

So, this Monday night I was blessed to see the generational talent that is Beyoncé. I had a fantastic time and sang my heart out. She is an icon. She gave personality, wit, vocals, body, and energy. She showcased a God-given talent. There are many artists you can relate to, but not many you can say truly inspire you. Beyonce makes you feel like you are in the presence of something greater than you. She reminds you that in humanity itself there is God. She can bring us together and take us to church.

It was so funny, looking down at her. If you don't look at the screen she looks so small and is just a person. But she is there and you can feel her. That´s what made me fall even more in love with her because I am reminded of her humanity. I am inspired. It was awe-inducing to see someone strive to be the best and become the best. There is no competition for her dead or alive and here is the reason why.......

Have you ever heard the phrase, ¨We stand on the shoulders of the Giants that came before us?¨ That is what Beyoncé is doing. She is standing on the shoulders of Micheal Jackson, Tina Turner (whom she honored that night), Madonna, Janet Jackson, Prince, James Brown, Diana Ross, and so many more. She is a student and it is why she is as exceptional as she is. She took in her own talent, and the resources she was blessed with initially, she got her bag, flipped it and tumbled it, and made Beyoncé, the star. She can not exist without all those that come before her and this is why I believe she is the best. I do believe there are others with an equal amount of talent out there, or those who can do what she can´t. She is not ineffable or invulnerable, if someone sets out to do it, she can be succeeded. However, no one has successfully stepped up to the plate and could maintain and evolve their skillset like her. There are many artists who do not want to be as big, and there are those who don't practice enough and take their gifts for granted. She was contemporaries with many artists 20 years ago, maybe even 15 or 10 years ago but what set her apart, is her evolution. No project is the same, but they all feel like Beyonce.

What makes this conversation hilarious is the narrative around it being incredibly subjective. Many don´t have a set measurement for what makes someone the best or a star, they say they just like someone better and that is a strong argument. What entertainment and entertainers we enjoy, is purely up to us. Most people don't even know why they love who they love, and can not definitively say when that love began. It was 4, which some consider to be her weakest album, that made me fall in love. Beyoncé is a Black woman, I am a Black womxn and we share our love of 4 with other Black women. There are so many odes to the heartthrobs and bombshells that our mothers and mother´s mothers loved. She created a thank-you album for all of the R&B crooners before her. If this is where my love for Beyonce began, her literal career low, my concept of her music is different. Beyonce had tweens and teens everywhere secretly dancing on chairs because of ¨Dance for You.¨ To me, this is star power.

So, while this conversation is inherently subjective, I am going to make it objective. Beyonce is a performer; she can dance, she can sing, and she can move a crowd. She also is a phenomenal writer, producer, and composer. She is fluent in numerous scale systems and has mastered pop, R&B, Hip Hop, and now dance music. This is a skill, not just talent but skill. This takes practice, patience, and perseverance. Some of us call this perfection. However, to call her perfect would be an insult to the work she has put in to get here. She is 30 years into her career and is stronger than ever. She is a master at her craft, meaning she rarely makes mistakes vocally, while dancing, and can recover quickly from technical errors. To be masterful is to be consistent and strengthen whatever muscle is needed to not only do the job but to do it well. To be masterful is to be able to course correct when life, lifes -and she has done it again and again. Furthermore, we cannot forget the dedication she has to the craft of Black creation and innovation. Her entire solo career, she has positioned herself with the likes of Black Music Legends. At her first solo Grammy performance, she performed with Prince and he remarked how talented she was. Her first album had Luther Vandross on it and It was rumored that Micheal Jackson had a deep admiration for her. Patti Labelle, Aretha Franklin, and Donna Summer have sung her praises and there is a reason why. Her concerts are full of Black Iconography you could only catch if you were a student yourself.

Without these artists, there is no Beyonce today, and therefore is what comes after them, rising above.

During this last era, she recognized Chicago for its creation of House Music, something often disregarded on a global scale -but who else could flip disco music the way Black Midwesterners do. Her Lemonade era was an ode to Black Southerners and B´Day does not exist without DreamGirls, which tells a fictionalized story about MoTown and the introduction of Disco into the mainstream. Her first single, ¨Crazy in Love,¨ samples the horns from the Chi-Lites and continues to borrow from different sounds around the world. Like a true Virgo, she takes in information to create something new. Beyonce understands we are all in conversation, and she is not going to waste her voice saying what everyone else is saying and doing what everyone else is doing. She knows to use her voice to communicate what needs to be elevated and in this era, it was RELEASE. Critique if you must, but to call her untalented or unworthy of the title of the Best, the Boss, the Goat would be insane.

Thanks for sticking around.

Signing off,

B, The Virgo

[lunarsilkscreen]

DEI and WTF

What is DEI? Who cares about Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion!? How has it been tied to both being Pro-Racial Diversity and Pro-Queer while seemingly ALSO being the EXACT opposite?

On the surface there is no reason to not to embrace diversity. Diversity brings more perspectives, and people in on the ideas that support the Nation and our businesses as a whole.

It is obviously one of the morals that this Nation is founded on after-all.

Well it turns out that nobody gives a shit.

Wait. Can I rephrase that so it doesn't sound so inflammatory?

Nobody gives two shits?

Eh. Needs work.

In a business sense DEI is a buzzword; they invest in DEI because DEI brings sales and benefits.

In practice; this looks like black Hip-Hop brands, Rainbow Flags, and John Deer sportswear for your redneck farming enthusiasts.

Am I saying we should not consider Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion? No. Nobody is saying that.

Well. Some people ARE saying that, but they don't count.

What is being said is that Billions of dollars are spent by corporations to capitulate on Pop-culture trends. Which; what's new about that?

And because the hip new trend these days is Queer Black and Anti-white sentiment.... And also the opposite of what I just typed in that previous sentence;

Corporations are able to capitalize on a system that is supposed to be used for DEI in the products that they manufacture.

In effect; they're getting paid to print rainbow t-shirts and keychains. Or the thing they were gonna do anyway.

While the people are still lacking in personal wealth, jobs, and homes.

This is why you see some Queer people boycotting brands for catering to them WHILE other Queer groups call them things similar to "Uncle Tom"s.

It took me several variations of "hated trans athlete" in Google to pull up the name "Caitlyn Jenner". Which I suppose is now the Queer term for Uncle Tom.

No offense Caitlyn; I have no idea why you became such a big target for Cancel Culture.

On one side we have; "These policies aren't helping anybody except Big Business" and on the other side we have "But maybe it'll help the culture become more accepting of us?"

So these are highly inflammatory discussions that seem to avoid taking responsibility for anything.

So now that *that* is out of the way... How do we tailor these policies so that they're actually beneficial to the people they're supposed to exist for?

And also White People; because they feel left out despite having Carhartt and Kid Rock to their names.

[kcyars99]

Here Are the Complete Lyrics for Kendrick Lamar’s New Song He Just Dropped

Joey EchPublished: September 11, 2024

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Kendrick Lamar just dropped his first track since unleashing "Not Like Us," and rather than diss Drake, the West Coast MC appears to be calling out the entire culture. The lyrics find him going at influencers and dissecting the world around him.

On Wednesday (Sept. 11), K-Dot hit up Instagram with a new song, which leaves the listener wondering if society is living in a modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah. The 5-minute narrative, which is presumed to be loosely titled "Watch the Party Die" since it has no official name yet, finds Kendrick lamenting over an environment in which people succumb to temptation and gluttony. In his own vitriolic way, the Compton, Calif. spitter rhymes about chopping the heads off the proverbial fakes and snakes in hip-hop culture over a beat that is both sad and soulful.

Throughout the first verse, Kendrick implies that he is living in an apocalyptic world that needs cleansing, and he is just the MC to do it. The chorus finds Kenny praying to God while simultaneously hyping up his own righteousness. He also uses the second verse to call for those who practice "nasty decisions using money as a backbone" to have their heads "cracked." Then K-Dot closes out the third verse with the same sentiment while praising the likes of Christian singer Lecraeand rapper-activist Dee-1.

Listen to Kendrick Lamar's new track and read the complete lyrics below.

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Complete Lyrics to Kendrick Lamar's New Song Loosely Titled "Watch the Party Die"

Verse 1

I think it's time to watch the party die This s**t done got too wicked to apologize It's different, get him whacked and disqualified We even kill the killers ’cause they like taking innocent lives Burn a whole village, we start over, here's really that time Why reason with these ni**as if they can't see the future first Why argue with these clowns if the circus is well at work Just walk that man down, that'll do everyone a solid It's love, but tough love, sometimes gotta result in violence If you parade in gluttony without giving truth to the youth, The graveyard is company, just tell us what casket to choose They party more than b**ches, tell me what are you working for? They glorify scamming, you get chipped over this credit card Influencers talk down ’cause I'm not with the basic s**t But they don't hate me, they hate the man that I represent The type of man that never d**k ride ’cause I want a favor The man that resides in patience So where the soldiers at? The ones that lost it all and learned to learn from that A thirst for life, head inside a book ’cause he concerned with that Information that'll change his life because he yearns for that Dedication, finding out what's right, ’cause he can earn from that I feel for the women that deal with the clown and nerd s**t Can't blame them, today they ain't really got much to work with How many b**ches harder than a lot of you ni**as? Would trade all of y'all for Nip, I can't be proud of you ni**as

Chorus

God, give me life, dear God, please give me peace Dear God, please keep these lame ni**as away from me Dear God, keep me shinin', the f**k do they really think? Pocket-watching, you must be the police God, bless these words, dear God, bless how I think Dear God, draw the line, they tryin' to confuse ’em with me Dear God, please forgive me, you knowin' how hard I tried I think it's time for me to watch the party die Get ’em gone, we gon' watch the party die Send ’em home, we gon' watch the party die

Verse 2

I think it's time to watch the party die Street ni**as and the corporate guys, the rappers that report the lies I need they families mortified We can do life without ’em, get they bodies organized Tell me if you oblige No more pillow talkin', jump-startin' neighborhood wars Dirty mackin' b**ches because your spirit is insecure The flashy ni**a with nasty decisions using money as a backbone I want his head cracked before he's back home The radio personality pushin' propaganda for salary Let me know when they turn up as a casualty I want agony, assault and battery I see a new earth filled with beautiful people making humanity work Let's kill the followers that follow up on poppin' mollies from The obvious, degenerates, that's failing to acknowledge the Hope that we tryin' to spread, if I'm not his vote Then you need to bring his f**kin' head or film that s**t in hi-res

Chorus

God, give me life, dear God, please give me peace Dear God, please keep these lame ni**as away from me Dear God, keep me shinin', the f**k do they really think? Pocket watching, you must be the police God, bless these words, dear God, bless how I think Dear God, draw the line, they tryin' to confuse ’em with me Dear God, please forgive me, you knowin' how hard I tried I think it's time for me to watch the party die Get ’em gone, we gon' watch the party die Send ’em home, we gon' watch the party die

Verse 3

Sometimes I wonder what Lecrae would do F**k these ni**as up or show ’em just what pray'll do I want to be empathetic, my heart like Dee-1 But I will... It's time to get these devils out the way Heavy metals on my sword, we settle hard disputes today The ghetto Hollywood divorce, say hello to your future fate The culture bred with carnivores, you let ’em snack, they eat your face The signatures is being forged They wonder why I'm not enthused to drop The more visible you get, the more your spiritual is tried It's cynical to say I know these artists petrified The end result in jail by Jezebel or drugged up full of lies Critical, I know my physical is tested all the time I'm pitiful, sunken place soon as I'm questionin' in my pride I'm seeing ghosts, blackin' out, relapse And one-third of the time, I spare no feeling that ain't mine I'm in my feelings when I slide I mean, a ni**a wonder what Lecrae would do Terrace Martin said I'm mentally with layers, true I flood the market with my best regards, I paid your dues And so it's up, if you ain't one of ours, it's bad news My ni**a Jay Estrada said I gotta burn it down to build it up That confirmation real as f**k, it ain't too many real as us Lockin' in to what I trust Looking outside, the kids live tomorrow ’cause today the party just died

Listen to Kendrick Lamar's Surprise Song Loosely Titled "Watch the Party Die"

he’s not playing around

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 27, 1998

Lyrics:

You don′t have to worry, to find somebody new

Just take a good look and you'll find the thuth (right)

I′m telling you the secret, the one that you should know

Just live your life to the max, and work it slow

Stay

Oh Yeah

Aha, aha

Who you wanna see?

2-4 Family

Stay, don't runaway, please lord just one more day

Stay, don't be walking away

Jay Dogg:

C′mon!

Remember way back in the days, when you was lokin′ with the playas′

Connecting mad chips, colobarating about the capers

No love for the haters and the players of the game

Suspicious inpotane so you can't maintain

No balance of reality from sane to insanity

The traffic jigo size, is what took insanity

But you made a simple boat down to Cally

Lugin′ in the ripps, smoke chips like hally

Anyhting you want, all you have to do is ask

Gets the final person to us, to a situation statice, but

You're not sencere, what could be your future?

Live you life eveal from the highest evil

X 2

Don't be walking away

I don′t wanna leave, but still I can't stay, The same old problems day after day

Face to face, place to place, 2-4 Family

Looking find somebody calling my phone

If ain't my home, don′t wanna talk, leave me alone (aha, aha)

Should I live, should I stay? So many questions got me confused

Lord I′m confessin', I′m stressin', the physics of love are gone

To a happy home, they got me throwing shots on the dome

It′s on, but them about my mind, yo, a treasure

My family left so now I'm stuck with drastic measures

You say you love me but the feeling′s gone away

This relationchip's a lie, can't stay

X 2

Face to face, place to place, one more day, all you gotta do is stay

Songwriter: Jackson

Why you actin like you run outta time, goind down now that′s a lie

Talking bout you gotta fly, everythime I come around, Brotha how you sound

Take a chewes down, frontin like you new of this, nowin that you trigga with

I rafuse to get my heart tore, playin like a hard core, now you wanna go to war

But before, you was lovin it, talking that love shit, won′t play the dum shit, forget it

Essie: (available only in the "perfect tools remix")

And if it split it, that's indeed "m gonna miss it, but pressure by a dollar-push up

I won′t kiss it, won't you spit on me, only lies on your lips, from the lies that you keep

Bigger fish in a dish, you won′t be missed

Lil'Bit: (available only in the? special radio version?)

Deep lo, that′s how this chic rolls, try to blew my out to smoke, brother what you fontin for? (Can you find me?)

You wanna go, ain't go beg you to stay

Got no time for the games you brothas play, you can se a smile up on your face

Now there's only empty space, what I call a happy home, is not a bigger place

Can you rase the past, I repaid the last we used to have

Once I′s camin′ first, now I'm coming last

All we need to do is stay, All we need to do is pray, oh yeah

Just Stay And Pray!

Stay, all we need to do is stay, all we need to do is pray, oh yeah

C′mon

Stay, don't runaway, please lord just one more day

Stay, don′t be walking away (don't be walkin away)

Stay, don′t runaway, please lord just one more day

Stay, don't be walking away (but still I can't stay)

Stay, don′t runaway, please lord just one more day

Stay, don′t be walking away, Stay!

SongFacts:

“Stay” is the debut single from hip hop group 2-4 Family. It is her only song to feature former band member Jo O'Meara singing, as she soon left the band and joined S Club in 1999. Jo O'Meara takes lead vocals and sings dramatically. It charted at number 8 on the Viva Top 100. The video was added to YouTube on November 5, 2006. As of June 17, 2009, it had 81,707 views. It is 2-4 Family's most successful song ever released.

After the single, a Christmas version of Stay was also released.

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Yo Gotti Showered With Praises After He Answered Angela Simmons' Call During Interview

Yo Gotti Showered With Praises After He Answered Angela Simmons' Call During Interview

Yo Gotti Showered With Praises After He Answered Angela Simmons' Call During Interview

Yo Gotti Showered With Praises After He Answered Angela Simmons' Call During Interview

AceShowbiz - Yo Gotti has been showered with praises by social media users. The "Down in the DM" rapper received many positive responses after a video of him answering Angela Simmons' call in the middle of an interview went viral.

On Monday, August 7, a clip documenting the 42-year-old hip-hop artist picking up his phone to answer his 35-year-old partner's call mid-interview made its rounds on Instagram. In the comments section, one Instagram user gushed, "Real recognizes real! Not only did my boy answer the phone mid interview…when he told her he's in an interview she said 'ok' then hung up. All about security (which he gave) and respect (which she gave)."

Similarly, another joined in, "Also, notice how she believed him and left him to it. She didn't ask multiple questions, embarrass him or nag him. She clearly respects and trusts him because he obviously makes her a priority and doesn't leave any opportunities for her to create her own narratives. I love this for them! Hope we hear wedding bells soon!"

The positive online comments did not stop there. A third exclaimed, "Boyyyy after all he did to MANIFEST her he is doing all the right things to keep her!! They been my new favorite power couple!! [a slew of purple heart emojis] Black love WINS." A fourth added, "BUT… ladies also realize she respected what he had going on and reciprocated the correct energy. Don't ask for a Gotti if you cant act like an Angela."

In the video itself, Gotti could be seen quickly picking up Angela's call on his mobile phone upon learning that he was allowed to take it. He could be heard saying, "Yeah, what up? I'm doing an interview right now." After Angela hung up the call, Gotti told the interviewer, "It was shorty."

Gotti has never been shy in publicly expressing his love for Angela. On Friday, August 4, he released a music video of his single titled "The One". In the PDA-filled clip documenting the couple, he raps, "You give me butterflies in your stomach/ Like we still in middle school/ And you give me nervous vibes when I'm missin' you/ Girl, I'm a gangsta, and you got me kissin' you/ First time ever, some s**t I'll never do."

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Module 8 Assignment: Your Musical Theme

For this assignment, I put together a Rap/Hip-hop playlist focused on the theme of growing up, learning from bad decisions, and the consequences of getting involved in dangerous, gang-related activities just to fit in. The playlist explores the journey of a young person who chooses a path filled with challenges, driven by pride and peer pressure, only to realize the gravity of their mistakes and what truly matters in life.

The playlist starts with "03 Adolescence," a rap song that tells a story through rhythm rather than melody. The slow tempo and impactful lyrics like "You won't my mans, I would think that you're clown right now listen" convey the disappointment felt for someone who had the potential for greatness but opted for flashy and risky choices.

Next comes "A Tale of 2 Citiez - J. Cole," which contrasts the first song in terms of tempo and rhythm. This track carries a sense of urgency and danger through lines like "Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limps, Forget being timid in the Civic, Engaging with the pushers and the pimps." It portrays the story of a young individual whose promising future gets derailed by the pride of their surroundings.

The third song in the playlist is "Kendrick Lamar - The Art Of Peer Pressure." Similar in style and rhythm to the first track, this song conveys regret and disappointment at a faster pace. It vividly narrates a night of danger and violence fueled by peer pressure with lyrics such as "We're on a mission for bad bitches and trouble, I hope the universe loves you today, 'Cause the energy we bringin' is sure to carry away, A bunch of positive activists and fill their bodies with hate."

With "J cole-p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l," the playlist takes a turn as the character starts to realize the consequences of a life filled with danger and violence, all driven by pride. This contemporary-style track maintains a faster rhythm and tempo, evoking emotions of hope and introspection with lines like "Pride makes a person act way harder than they really be" and "Make you have to use your last resort and pull a robbery."

The fifth song, "J-Cole - Apparently," symbolizes a change and reflection on past wrongdoings. It carries more melody and rhythm, exuding a sentiment of hope, love, and transformation. The lyrics express this newfound change, for example, "I keep my head high, I got my wings to carry me, I don't know freedom, I want my dreams to rescue me, I keep my faith strong, I ask the Lord to follow me, I've been unfaithful."

Lastly, the sixth and final song of the playlist is "Love Yourz Lyrics - J Cole." This track represents a complete transformation in the individual featured throughout the playlist. It emphasizes self-love and the realization that the journey to success may not be linear, but it's crucial to keep pushing forward and learning from mistakes. The song is more melodious and rhythmic, with a focus on the beat and backing instruments. It exudes an uplifting tone and emotions of love and gratitude, as evident in lyrics like "No such thing as a life that's better than yours, No such thing, no such thing, (Thought being broke was better, yeah), What's money without happiness? Or hard times without the people you love?"

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I’m also neurodivergent (most notably autistic) and mentally ill. I try not to vent about the latter and the causes of it too much, but may end up doing so.

I’m a university student whose hobbies include making art, taking photos, writing, going to the theatre, and sucking ass at video games. I also make the occasional unfunny, low-effort meme.

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My favourite cartoons are Invader Zim, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, and Amphibia.

My favourite live-action series are Doctor Who, Red Dwarf and Ted Lasso - the former two were a big part of my childhood as special interests, and I still have a soft spot for them.

I like any kind of music, but my favourite genres are various types of rock, lo-fi hip hop, synthwave and smooth jazz. My favourite band is My Chemical Romance!

I don't have a huge preference wrt theatre (I enjoy it more casually - it's primarily my dad's interest, and how we spend some time together), but I do enjoy Shakespeare plays, as well as the odd musical.

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Can you do a Ghost x reader where somehow at a party or bar with the team or something and at some put reader twerks on Ghost I wonder his reaction would be or how that we go?

seven shots

simon "ghost" riley x fem! reader

narrative: i think anon described it perfectly ;)

cw: suggestiveness, mentions of alcohol, possesive!simon

A/N: hey anon! sorry it took so long, i needed to make it perfect. thanks for the suggestion! inbox is open btw!

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You and your whole troop had gone to some sketchy bar off the side of the road after a huge mission. It had gone perfectly, and Soap had suggested celebrating.

You hopped out of your car, in a tight black dress with your hair down. It had felt like years since you've taken your hair out of your normal tight bun, and the relief you felt was amazing.

Walking into the dim-lit bar, your eyes locked with Ghost's. He wasn't in his normal attire, his balaclava still on, but he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his muscles.

He was sitting at the bar, looking you up and down.

"Like what you see, Lieutenant?" You teased as you took a few steps forward. He was so tall that even when he was sitting down, he was taller than you.

"Just admiring you, s' all." He said quietly. How you could hear him over the loud music, you didn't know.

You saw the rest of your team out on the dance floor, and it was clear they already had a few drinks in them.

The fact that Simon Riley was a heavyweight was no surprise to you. He seemed like such a trip sitter to you, as if he was always the one assigned to drive after a long night like this.

But you wanted to try to get him drunk.

"Simon, how many drinks have you have?" You ask, staring at his lips. You could see the outline through his thin mask.

"Too many to count, Y/N."

You took a seat next to him and waved the bartender over.

"Can you take a few more?" You rest a hand around his forearm.

Ghost nodded in agreement, smirking with his eyes.

"Let's make a deal. Whoever takes 7 shots the fastest wins. If I win, I get to dance with you."

"Deal," he says while taking his balaclava off, leaving everyone around him shocked.

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You slammed the last shot glass down, "Done." You exhaled loudly, politely wiping your mouth, trying not to ruin your makeup.

"Don't worry about keeping your lipstick pretty, Y/N, I can promise I'll ruin it later." You look over at Ghost to see him relaxing with his hands behind his head, glancing over at the empty shot glasses. Clearly, he's been done with his 7 shots for at least 5 minutes.

But it's also clear that he's drunk.

You gasp, "Simon, are you drunk right now?"

He stands up while grabbing your hand and leads you out on the dance floor.

"Maybe," he whispers in your ear while grabbing onto your waist and swaying you to the music.

You reach up and put your arms around his neck, gently massaging every so often.

All the sudden the music changes from soft to rave, and people go crazy. You didn't want to admit it, but you felt a little tipsy too, and it was apparent when you turned around, so your back was against Ghost's chest. You almost started twerking on him until he squeezed your hips firmly and leaned down,

"Not here, Y/N,” he said nervously laughing, “I don't need all these guys in here asking for a turn."

You turn around to face him, almost pouting that he wouldn't let you. You put your hands on his chest, signaling to him that you had something to say so he leaned down to hear you,

"Why do you care?" You whispered, and he turned to face you.

"Because you're mine."