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#now in glorious technicolor#art#tiefling#Samael#dnd#incubus#my art#idk I just think he’s neat#transmasc
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first episode of dunmeshi anime was good lol
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also. i get the court of fey & flowers hype now good Lord
yknow when you’re like ‘wow this can’t possibly live up to the love people have for it’ and then it exceeds it??
i should’ve been prepared for this honestly most d20 seasons have done this to me but like. damn. aabria really assembled her army of those willing to die for the bit and messy bitches and unleashed them upon us in glorious technicolor
#everyone say thank you aabria#brennan is the rege jean page of fey bridgerton and that’s both crazy and i should’ve seen it coming.#kp hob know that i would die for you#oscar montoya i’ve built you a shrine. also delloso but just oscar as a person#ep#i’m not finished btw just. experiencing it
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Fander Fic Rec Friday (#22)
(A Self-Indulgent Double-Helping of Janus-centric fics)
Because it was his birthday this week, and because it's the 22nd rec list, but mostly because I say so.
Mind the Gap by parallelmonsoon Canonverse (Gen) Rating: T Thomas sneaks a peek at Janus's room without his permission and winds up getting a whole lot more than he bargained for. Notes: Part of a series/concept called "Eldritch Rooms", this is a wonderfully surreal bit of speculation into Janus's room and how it might reflect him and his role in the mindscape. It's also the first of a trio of semi-related fics (including the next two below) that have long been favorites of mine.
fall into a hole you couldn't see (the friends on the inside remix) by arealsword Canon AU/Inception Crossover (Gen) Rating: T Thomas becomes the target of a dream heist, but Janus is not about to let thieves run amok in his domain. Notes: Inspired by Mind the Gap/Eldritch Rooms. No real knowledge of Inception is needed to follow this one (I never watched it myself). But if you love BAMF Janus and the sides being lowkey terrifying, this is an amazing fic.
Those Good Lies by Agent_Ravensong Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G Thomas tries to understand the part that Janus plays in his life, both now that he knows him and before he knew he existed. In the process, he winds up reaching for answers that Janus isn't yet willing (or perhaps even able) to give. Notes: Inspired by "Mind the Gap". This is probably the fic that had the most impact on my concept of Janus, both characterization wise and his role in the mindscape. In particular, my headcanons about Janus's ties to the suspension of disbelief (indirectly) and the part he plays in both cultivating and sustaining hope (very, very directly) were born out of this fic.
(Series) Janus and the Technicolor Keyring by Ptolomeia Canonverse (Gen) Rating: M After the events of Putting Others First, Roman hands control of the imagination to Remus and ducks out, locking himself in his room. Janus is left scrambling desperately trying to keep things from falling apart, but Thomas's only hope might require Janus to give up his only hope of escaping the role of being the villain. Notes: This one is intense.
Cold Comfort by Anonymous Canonverse (Gen) Rating: T Following Putting Others First, everyone is a mess. Janus soon finds himself putting out so many fires among the other sides that he runs himself into the ground. Notes: This is basically the "coming back with pizza and everyone is bleeding and the room is on fire" meme gif in fanfiction form. Everyone falls apart at least once and it is glorious.
the last line of defense by frey_the_notorious_gay Canonverse (Moceit) Rating: G When one of Thomas's repressed memories threatens to resurface, Janus takes the brunt of it. Notes: I love fics that explore Janus as a defense mechanism, and this one approaches it from a very interesting angle.
Shedfics (These are some of my favorite kinds of fic in this fandom. It's such a weird, wonderful and unique form of hurt/comfort and I'll really never get enough of them.)
A Mask by NoblestRomanOfThemAll (AnxiouslyGoingIntoTheVoid) Canonverse (Gen) Rating: NR Janus's obvious differences from the others are unsurprisingly the subject of a lot of grief, though not in the sense that most would suspect. Remus helps in his way. Notes: Short, but such a good bit of character study.
Unexpected Change by NoblestRomanOfThemAll (AnxiouslyGoingIntoTheVoid) Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G Janus gets a rude surprise one day as his snake traits suddenly intensify. Remus pays Virgil a visit to confirm the cause. (Takes place just after Accepting Anxiety). Notes: Kind of angsty, kind of sweet. Remus is often a helper in fics like this, but some of his lines in this one are so fucking funny...
Shedding by NoblestRomanOfThemAll (AnxiouslyGoingIntoTheVoid) Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G An awkward encounter leads to Thomas learning that Janus sheds his skin. Notes: Hurt/comfort with a slight emphasis on the comfort.
Deny It All You Like- Thomceit Shedding Fic by Cherry_Sofa_729 Canonverse (Thomceit) Rating: G Having convinced himself his shed hasn't come early (and frustrated by the prying attention of the others) Janus flees to Thomas's apartment for some peace and quiet (and gets some TLC instead). Notes: The other sides are kind of assholes about it, but the rest of it is very cute.
Scales by NikaylaSarae Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G Something about Deceit's shed is...off, causing it to take far longer than it should. Fortunately, the others notice and ready to lend a hand figuring out what's going on. Notes: This one has a very fun, very unique twist to it that I wouldn't want to spoil. (Additionally, this one may technically qualify as a beach episode.)
Truth Hurts, Doesn't It? by LostinScribbles Canonverse (Gen) Rated: G Logan stumbles upon Janus incapacitated and mid-shed, and takes it up on himself to care for him. But lying to soothe Janus during the process winds up uncovering some uncomfortable truths. Notes: Shedfic with a side-dish of Logan angst.
Shedding by sevenstevearmy Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G Janus is shedding and Remus is determined to help this time. Notes: Remus helps, and is very Remus about helping.
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Art of the Cattonlets by the amazing Vesper - @mylovelookup / @lonelightbulb - reposted with permission!
There are lots of little things that Oliver had never considered loving about Felix. Of course, he loved the whole of him, but that was more of a conceptual ideal than the reality. Love is hidden in the oddest of details, and Oliver was oddly embarrassed when he realized that he loved Felix's wallet… Not in the way Farleigh might have once implied. Felix's wallet was expensive, but the leather has softened with years of use. The corners are blunted, and the rich brown has worn away where it's been opened and closed so many times. That's all fine, and lovable in itself- that Felix wouldn't just get a new wallet- but what Oliver really loves is that Felix carries more than just his bank cards, cash, and some long-faded receipts, train tickets and collect ten stamps and get your eleventh drink free coupons. The thing Oliver really loves about Felix's wallet is safely nestled in the plastic-fronted slot meant to hold a driving license. Felix's own license has been exiled to live beside his fancy metal credit card- its spot has been taken up by photographs of Felix's children. The photographs aren't big. Somewhere along the line he's had them laminated, the edges a little wobbly where they've been trimmed down to fit. Harry, Ru and Ellie, in glorious technicolor, tucked in safely and displayed in pride of place. Perfectly positioned so when someone asks Felix about his kids he can tug his wallet out of his pocket as he beams and prepares to launch into the proudest father in the world speech. Ollie could probably perform it; Felix has it down to a science, and he always starts the same way. “Here they are- my three. Beautiful, aren't they? Growing up too bloody fast, if you ask me, but they won't stop- youngest is thirteen now. I can't believe it. Seems like they were all babies just yesterday.”
#saltburn fanfiction#saltburn fanfic#saltburn#leiflitter writes#cattonquick#felix catton/oliver quick#you're almost home#yah!posting#vesper's art getting my brain RUMBLING
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The way they fight is AMAZING!
I take back my recent comments that choking is having a moment in cdramas nowadays. This is from years ago and here is choking in glorious technicolor.
It's interesting that he's letting her keep the kid, which is not even a question for a modern person but for someone in his position and his personality just speaks about how obsessed he is. (Interesting question - would they had a greater chance for happiness if she gave birth to a daughter? I don't think so tbh. Ultimately, the deal breaker was he was always a monster intent on ruling in blood and she could not live complicit. But maybe it would have taken longer to reach the breaking point.)
Crazy alert!
One of the most jaw dropping things in this entire jaw dropping sequence is how his choking transforms into his trying to caress her. Good Lord.
Dude, dude, DUDEEEE
And then he shoves her on the bed and climbs on top. Young man, even if she fancied you, this is not the style of foreplay appealing to majority of women. Not that he had to care, as king. But like - show some finesse.
I started laughing. Dude, you blackmailed her with the life of her boyfriend and have been threatening and manhandling her ever since she got here. LIKE!!! The stunning lack of self-awareness.
The way she never has any give!
Honestly, she has SUCH balls but also this is so a ship dynamic I go wild for in fiction (in rl, pls pls call the cops and run.)
Bwahahahaha. Tbh, I wasn't sure even that would kill his desire for...ahem...conquest.
When you have to say "at least he's not a rapist of the woman he loves," you know you've not only hit rock bottom in terms of decency and sanity of your ML, but you are tunneling through to magma.
And then he leaves her, only to go to some other random concubine's room and shove her on the bed with no preliminaries, to work off the lust he's worked up but left unsatisfied with our FL:
Even if this wasn't Qin Shi Huang but some fictional monarch, censors would never let this drama air now, and if they kept him being QSH, I think they'd rather literally die than release it. Yet this was aired no problem in 2017, on TV no less. What a difference (and not a good one), less than a decade makes.
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Now at night, uncurling stretch-sore self, I conjure farther futures from the ceiling cracks – in glorious technicolor – what this pleasant present lacks. I will it, hope and dream it. Fine my life’ll be when it comes. When I am right. When I have made myself. When I have. When I
By morning I’m returned to day’s black-and-white flick – flute-throated but learning to reach first for cigarettes. If the earthbound early clogs me in those dreams I’m soon enough back at a moderner me. Inhale. Blow. Lick splits on my lips. Permit cursory gawks at where my body’s remiss. Relent a little sometimes. Recall I am here and think where can’t I go? What else might I be?
Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians
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hi wrenaspun! I am in desperate need for some sweeping romance outside of fic - can you recommend some novels with romances that you like?
Hello anon!! Sorry for the belated response, I've been trawling my goodreads and my bookshelf and my memory -- I do love romance but I fear I'm not a very good source for recs because my reading can be pretty spotty... Nevertheless here is my best effort:
A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught - a very fun 80s romance novel which imo holds up and provides the HIGH DRAMA that I really want out of my romances
Any Old Diamonds by K J Charles - very fun period caper, hot sex, what more can we ask for?
Winter's Orbit & Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell - I think the first one has the better romance, but the second one is executing more complex ideas more competently.... if that makes sense. They're both good!
Frenchman's Creek by Daphne du Maurier - nobody talks about frenchman's creek but I love this book!!!!!!! It's hot!!! the beautiful cornish countryside is a third main character!!! there's a moment with a ruby earring... AND there's a 1944 film adaptation in glorious technicolor starring Joan Fontaine. Read AND watch!
and honourable mention to Camelot's Shadow by Sarah Zettel, a book I loooooooved dearly when I was younger but which I haven't read for years so I'm not super confident about reccing it. But I loved slightly dirtbag Gawain and his girlfriend who was trying to get out of having been promised to an evil sorceror as a baby.... they were going through it.
& finally I know you said Novels but I'm doing a series reread right now so can't not mention them -- the Once Upon series (by Nora Roberts, Jill Gregory, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Marianne Willman) were soooo foundational to my Romance genre preferences and I do think they hold up. Each book contains 4 novellas around a central theme and I think you can tell the authors were simply having fun and enjoying themselves! each story is ~100 pages, the romance is on steroids, nothing else matters, which is what I love to see. In the second book one of the novellas starts a sentence with "It smote his heart to gaze at her". Perfect stuff, if you like that kind of thing....
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Bring Back the Beast!
They told me it was a happy ending— the castle cracked open like an egg, light spilling in, trumpets, cheers, kisses in technicolor.
But me? I stood there, heart heavy as wet velvet, watching him change. Watching him shrink.
Because he did shrink, didn’t he? All that rough, roaring more than human smoothed into a man’s face a man’s hands a man’s voice— soft where it should have stayed wild.
Gone was the thunder of his step, the trembling of the floor, the voice that rumbled like a storm against my skin. Gone, the glorious terror of loving something too big for the world to hold.
And now?
Now he is polite. Now he is soft smiles and courtly bows. Now he says, "My lady," when once he growled, "My Belle."
The man who stands before me could fit in the crook of my arm could vanish in a crowd.
Where is the Beast who howled at the stars? Who shattered mirrors and cracked walls and bent the world to his broken, beautiful will?
I loved the monster. I loved the rage, the ruin, the rawness.
I did not come to this cursed castle to be saved by something tame.
So turn back, you fool. Give me back my Beast.
Give me back the danger, the hunger, the too-muchness of you.
Or stay in that pretty, empty skin, and watch me walk away.
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@childofmanynames (continued)
He hasn't had an incident like this in...he can't recall, actually. Decades, perhaps. The transition in the blood had been harrowing, to be sure. New senses, new muscles, new parts of his mind pulled from stagnation into their full glory with the catalyst of Lestat's blood now alchemising the very core of his being. Just when he had given it up, it seems, the world was rebirthed and gifted to him in stunning technicolor. Once again, the flowers smelled sweet. Once again, his heart would soar at the melody of a far away breeze.
And he'd gotten so good at it; at tempering the hunger, knowing when to let it simmer and when to gracefully give way to the crimson tide. Two hundred years and he has just begun to finally know what peace is possible, if only he is willing to cut out that part of him that lusts in the dark and temper the newfound strength in his bones.
He can't recall much detail from the victims he had overtaken on this evening; partly because there was nothing particularly interesting about them, and partly because that has always been Louis' way, not to know about his victims. Easier to kill, that way. Easier to forget.
There had been several men this time, all nefarious. And Louis had gotten greedy, had picked them all off and even enjoyed the struggle, the muffled cries as he snapped their bones and drank from the fount.
For one shining moment the swoon had been glorious, positively gluttonous, as the warmth settled in his belly and curled in his toes. But the wind outside had been so cold on his evening that even the glow of fresh blood was quickly diminished by the cutting frost.
By the time he returned home, he was utterly sick with it; the sensation of cold, sticky blood soaking though his clothes, in his hair, on his skin, under his nails. Dead blood. Cold blood. It smells repulsive, the earthy scent of rot rounded out with a distinct metallic tang. The way it crusts around his nail bed, makes each and every movement feel so completely wrong. The way the lights suddenly seem too bright in the kitchen, and the sound of the running water makes his heart beat a little faster, and everything suddenly feels too much, too much, too much.
The sudden touch of smaller hands against his own startles him for a moment. The gesture of love is met with rejection on instinct alone, and he drops the bloody brush if only to avoid the agony of yet another thing touching his body. But it is Armand's voice, at last, that cuts through the frenzy in his mind— that familiar cadence, the soft-spoken question imbued with such heart-wrenching concern.
"It feels...I can't stand it," his throat feels so tight as he strains for an answer, and suddenly his face feels warm, flushed with the threat of tears behind his eyes as he raises his head to meet his beloved and crumbles at the sheer gentle understanding behind warm brown eyes.
He glances down at his shirt and feels his chest tighten at the way the dampened material clings to his stomach and outlines each muscle.
"I need to get it off."
#childofmanynames#oh my god i'm so sorry this is SO LONG#he's a sensory overload queen <3 he needs some TLC
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Giant cyclops - now in glorious technicolor!
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Bluebeard's Castle / a novel by Anna Biller
I first encountered polymath auteur/cinéaste Anna Biller when she screened her Cal Arts thesis film Three Examples of Myself as a Queen (1994) at Beyond Baroque Literary/Arts Center in Venice, California. The film was a tour-de-force - a straight-faced hilarious surreal camp fantasy musical that Biller wrote, starred in, directed, costumed, composed and set-designed. Around that time I was also lucky enough to catch her live stage production, The Lady Cat, in which she starred as a be-whiskered furred sexy feline. Those glorious offerings have since been followed by films such as The Hypnotist (2001), A Visit from the Incubus (2001), Viva (2007) and The Love Witch (2016), each of which has been a gleaming iconic/iconoclastic constellation in the Anna Biller firmament.
Now, years later, I've just finished the audio version of Biller's debut novel, Bluebeard's Castle (Verso Fiction, 2023). Fascinating, complex and interwoven with stealth historic, cinematic and literary hat-tips, the novel absolutely felt like an Anna Biller production. Biller's indelible mise en scène over the years has been so gloriously signature with its unapologetic embrace of nostalgic high fashion and cinematic kitsch that the novel unspooled in my head as a dazzling film punctuated by bits of quintessential Biller-esque theatrical side-business: naked men painted white posing as statues; costumed dancers performing a sensual pas-de-deux between a caterpillar and a butterfly.
The book is a true-to-form romance novel that follows the erotic evolution of romance novelist Judith as she is drawn ever deeper into the gravitational pull of a devilishly handsome cad. But Biller subverts the genre by confronting the reader with the nightmarish horror of the narcissistic demonic, all the while seducing us with inescapable eroticism, daring us not to turn the page (or keep listening to the audio - convincingly read with Gothic intensity by Samantha Hydeson).
The juxtaposition of romance novel genre and rigorous razor-sharp psychological insight of Bluebeard's Castle made my head spin. In vivid Biller-esque fashion, the dark momentum of the work made me feel like I was being strangled with a gold satin cord and lowered into a red velvet lined coffin in a symbolic death. This is a filmmaker's novel with big dreamlike technicolor impact and Hitchcock-like precision.
I read somewhere that Biller had originally pitched Bluebeard's Castle as a film and, rather than wait for the capricious wheels of cinematic fate to spin in her favor, took to the novel form and made it happen.
Here's holding out hope that this scintillating work gets a green light. Would be epic.
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Dated: March 23rd 2024 Post stamped: October 23rd 2024
Dear Holly,
There are no words to describe how sorry I am and even if I could find them, you’d always deserve more. More than this, more than me.
You don’t deserve this and I know that writing you this letter is the cowardly way out, but you know as well as I do that I’m better with the written word than a verbal one.
I cannot begin to tell you how many nights I have lain awake in bed thinking of you and thinking of what I should’ve said or need to say but I truly hope this can bring you peace so you know why this happened.
You may not believe me, but I promise that what I have done has no reflection on you or my feelings towards you. Leaving was hard but what I have now done to you has destroyed me, which I know I deserve. When I left home, I had no intention of staying in Washington and I had every intention of getting the first flight back to you when I knew my mom was well enough.
About two weeks after I got here, I ran into my ex fiancée and she was pushing a stroller. She told me that the little baby inside was mine. My world was rocked to its core and even though this is when I stopped contact, that wasn’t deliberate. I struggled so much with this information that I barely spoke to anyone outside of the people regularly in my mom’s room. By the time I had come to terms with it enough to contact you, I’d let outside influences mess with my mind and I truly believed that you’d be better off if I left it.
No part of me wanted to leave you, but I also didn’t see that I had an option. I should never have done it in the way I did, but each time I tried to call or text, I couldn’t find the words. How could I tell you I was a father and you would be a step mother with your whole life ahead of you? My life would’ve changed so significantly, I might not have been able to stay in Briar Ridge and I could never ask you to leave your family.
Although my mom was getting better, I was still spending so much time there and with my focus on her, I had never stopped to do the math. When my mom was almost fully healed and I had the time to think, I realised that the dates didn’t match. When I asked my ex, she broke down and confessed that the baby wasn’t mine, but that she had panicked and wanting her child to have a father, she had told me it was mine.
It was heartbreaking saying goodbye to that baby and although I thought I could try and be her support, I was too hurt. Luckily, the baby won’t remember me and I’m glad that they won’t know any hurt from this.
I’d also like to assure that nothing happened between my ex and I, nothing had happened between us since before I moved to Briar Ridge, well before I met you.
Sunshine, you were my whole world, you consumed every thought and every dream. They say no human is perfect, but you came so excruciatingly close, I think they need to review that statement. I want nothing other than for you to be happy, for you to live the most amazing life with your family and your friends and a person who deserves the total and complete love you have to offer. It hurts me beyond comprehensible words that person cannot be me, but I wish more than anything it could be. Walking away from you was the hardest thing I have ever done and it haunts my every thought and dream. It is the biggest regret of my life. For the rest of my time, I will be more sorry than I can express.
My world will always be more grey without my ray of sunshine in it. To a boring world, you brought glorious technicolor and I hope that one day I hear of you and you’re the happiest you could possibly be.
I’m so sorry for doing this to you, Holly. I’m sorry to the people who have to see you hurt. I’m sorry to let you down and do the thing I promised I would never do. You truly are remarkable and it will always be the happiest time of my life.
I know this doesn’t make up for what I did, baby, but I hope it at least answers some questions for you.
If you do ever want to contact me about anything in this letter, I will always answer the phone.
I will love you until my last breath. I’m so sorry.
Yours forever,
Nate.
@hollyparkcr
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The duality of clown
I love how I disappear for over 3 months and come back to post more of this motherfucker but now IN GLORIOUS TECHNICOLOR (aka me learning how to use alcohol markers and braving lining)
#helluva boss#helluva boss fanart#fizzarolli#helluva boss fizzarolli#fuckarolli#helluva fanart#expression practice#marker practice
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I had a miserable experience tonight made even more miserable by the fact that I feel like I can't talk about it because I would come off as callous and uncaring, but actually if I'm being frank my personal distress was made all the more intense by wondering how everybody around me could just toggle back and forth.
I'm gonna be frank, I can't just contemplate crimes against humanity and then go right back to goofy sexy fun because I now have images of the torture camps playing in glorious technicolor in my brain. I left early and cried so hard in the bathroom I wondered if I was going to throw up. And I don't blame anybody for doing it, if I felt like I had a platform I might also feel that ethically, I had no other choice. So if the answer is that I, personally, don't go places anymore.... Then I guess that is the answer.
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Club Down by Clppng
Lyrics:
[Intro: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip But the trajectory is clear, he's headed for the covered steps Tut, tut, it looks like rain He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly Leaping Technicolor through the fray and feeling glorious The story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now Vials snap, aluminum sounds Fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin' Precious metals are mined And a million minds have been meddlin' with time In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Fabergé eggs Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin That black dart too slick for that kid tappin' a window While lookin' over his shoulder, stop lookin' over your shoulder You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward They long for the sleep like they mortal, these zombies But they got this portal in their minds And the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting The feeling of guns pealing like bells in a telltale reeling Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing Descent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now [Pre-Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down And every night after the club it goes down Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound
[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] It's the city and the city and you only see one And it all looked pretty when it all begun But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Bitch, what you know about that? Don't act like a newbie New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step Stepped on dope is a safety net And the dope fiends cry but they don't regret Everyone get high, go out 'til they
[Pre-Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round? World go 'round, world, world go 'round Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] It's the city and the city and you only see one And it all looked pretty when it all begun But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
[Outro: Daveed Diggs] Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped up under all the ones Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
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