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[thelensofyashunews]

Memphis "Wild Child" Quezz Ruthless Shares New Mixtape, 'Y.N.S.'

A self-proclaimed "wild child" who has been making waves in the Memphis streets, Quezz Ruthless has no inhibitions when on the mic. Today, the young rapper looks to take the next step with his new mixtape, Y.N.S. Spanning 11 tracks, the tape is defined by Quezz's tumbling flow, which slices through Tennessee trap percussion with reckless abandon. The Grim Reaper Gang rapper's bars reflect his "Ruthless" artist name, showing no remorse for anyone who might cause an obstacle to his inevitable rise.

Short for Yung N**** Sh*t, the tape was created in honor of Quezz Ruthless's brother and biggest inspiration: the late Big Scarr. Y.N.S. hosts "Big Scarr Flow Part 2," in which Quezz channels the style of his older brother to get off some of his toughest bars to date: "How you a ape but you scared of Gorillas/I walk around with your stash in my denims/B*tch, I'm the big dog, I'm king of the kennel," he spits. The tape's final track, "Ain't Stoppin'," produced by GRAMMY-nominated production duo The Trillionaires, features a posthumous verse from Scarr himself, as Quezz resolves to never stop paying tribute to his brother's memory. In the video, shared today on Quezz's YouTube, the young rapper holds a candlelit vigil for his brother, before going out in Memphis in his foreign and making the city his own.

The tape is home to "Y.N.S.," a turbulent recent single, which Quezz dropped on his YT channel last week. Featuring an additional appearance from fellow Memphian BlocBoy JB on "Smiling," Y.N.S. is available everywhere via Wild Child, LLC, distributed by Connect Music.

Quezz Ruthless is one of the most exciting young rappers in the bustling Memphis rap scene. He first earned notoriety with his guest spot on Big Scarr's "MJ," which has over 85 million global streams. Quezz built a cult following in Memphis with his 2023 mixtape, Wild Child, which has over 10 million streams. The rapper's catalog generates over 200k on-demand streams per week across platform.

With Y.N.S. out now and much further to rise, Quezz Ruthless looks to honor his brother's memory by going as hard as he can. Stay tuned for much more.

[freshthoughts2020]

[redsnk]

Rest in power

[you-can-too]

💲💲💲

[m2villainous]

U was born to be a millionaire, u jus gotta go get da shit

[coraniaid]

Absolutely hate the received wisdom that Buffy Summers is not "book smart" or that she doesn’t care about doing well in high school.  How little attention are you paying to the show if that’s your take on the character?

Consider:

When she first arrives in Sunnydale, one of the first things Buffy does is make friends with Willow Rosenberg, explicitly because she wants to hang out with somebody smart and get caught up with the classes she’s already behind on.

After seeing her permanent record in her sophomore year, one of Buffy’s teachers (Teacher’s Pet’s Dr. Gregory) tells her that she has “a first rate mind” and that he “know[s] you can excel in this class”.

Buffy had a favorite teacher (Homecoming’s Ms. Moran) whose class she says “changed her life” and whose failure to remember her the next year obviously upsets her a lot.

When she gets the ability to read minds in Earshot, one of the very first things she thinks to use it for is showing off in class to impress her teachers. 

After Buffy comes back to Sunnydale for her final year of high school, one of the terms Principal Snyder insists she meets to be accepted back is a “glowing letter of recommendation from any member of our faculty who is not an English librarian”.  Since she doesn’t get kicked out again, we can presume she got one (even if not from Ms. Moran or the late Dr. Gregory).

In Lovers Walk we find out that Buffy got a 1430 in the SATs. That’s a score which means Buffy probably outperformed at least 95% of people who took the test in 1998 (when the average for college-bound seniors was 1017).

In Choices, Buffy gets accepted into Northwestern, and is clearly heartbroken that she isn’t able to go.

Buffy Summers spends practically all her free time in school hanging out in the library.

Yes, Buffy often struggles in school.  She’s often absent, and doesn’t always have the time to do the homework.  And when she is in class, she’s often late or too tired to concentrate. 

But the reason for this isn’t that Buffy “isn’t smart”, it’s because – spoiler warning, I guess, for those of you that obviously managed to miss it - she’s a vampire slayer.  She effectively has a whole full-time job, a whole secret life that means she doesn’t have time to do homework or prepare for tests; something that keeps her awake all night so she can’t focus on her schoolwork the next day.  When she comes out as a Slayer to her Mom, in Becoming, one of the things she tells her she wishes she were doing rather than having to save the world is explicitly “studying”. 

And she does all the stuff above anyway.  How do you think she’s managing that if she’s not really smart?

Yes, Buffy isn’t quite as academically talented as Willow.  Yes, she often makes self-deprecating jokes about how poorly she’s doing at school (telling her Mom before parents’ night in School Hard that her teachers will be impressed that she always brings a pen to class “ready to absorb the knowledge”; worriedly asking Giles before an English makeup exam in Faith, Hope & Trick whether they “give you credit just for speaking it”).  

But these pretty obviously are jokes.  Buffy’s problem in School Hard is with Principal Snyder, who’s threatening to expel her because he blames her for “starting fights” and is worried she’s going to burn down a building, not with any of her actual teachers.  Not with her academic results.  Buffy passes the English test she was worried about, in fact she passes all her required makeup tests.  She does this even without Willow’s help. 

The only time we see Buffy actually completely fail a test is in Nightmares, which ... isn't anymore real than the conversation she has with her father later that episode. It's one of her nightmares being brought to life; because Buffy does care about doing well in school and is afraid that she won't.

Yes, Buffy finds some classes boring – but so does Willow.  Many high school classes are boring, no matter how smart you are.  Yes, Buffy struggles with some subjects (like French) more than others.  (It’s probably not a coincidence that learning a foreign language takes much more time and practice than many other subjects.)  But nothing in the text of the show suggests that Buffy is not smart and motivated, or that she wouldn’t be doing really well in high school were it nor for the fact she’s a Slayer.

Quite the opposite, in fact.  The show repeatedly tells us that Cordelia Chase is who Buffy was in her old school in LA.  Cordelia’s popular, she’s on the cheerleading team, her parents take her on expensive holidays.  These are all presented to the viewer as things Buffy used to have, and would still have if it weren’t for her Calling.

And Cordelia’s also really smart.  She has teachers who praise her for doing the reading and answering questions in class and who offer to help her with her homework, she looks forward to the SATs because she “do[es] well on standardized tests” (and while we don’t learn her exact score, from Xander’s reaction it’s clearly meant to be impressively high), she boasts in Lovers Walk that she has a lot of experience in covering up how well she’s doing academically.  We learn in Choices that she got offers from Duke and Columbia and USC.

That’s who Buffy is.  That’s what she’d have been doing in high school if she wasn’t the Slayer. 

Literally what show are you watching if you don’t spot that?

[tripthelightfatality]

Lasciva Erotica |D.R.W|

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Danny have always done phone sex while he was is on tour but he wanted to try something a little different.

Word count: 1017

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom! Danny, Oral (F rec), Dirty talk, slight spanking, Daddy kink, face riding, slight teasing, begging, Porn without plot, pure fucking filth

I saw this picture and literally couldn’t help myself. Enjoy my honeys 🖤

“Are you ready for this sweet girl?”

You have Danny an enthusiastic nod and smile.

“More than ready, baby.”

In the bedroom, you and Danny are pretty adventurous. With the new Starcatcher world tour coming up, both of you wanted to get creative. Out of all the things on the list a sex tape stood out the most.

After getting ready, you slipped into his favorite pair of underwear and bent over the couch. Danny walked into the bedroom and took in the beauty in front of his very eyes.

“If you want to stop, safe word is red”

Danny pressed the record button on his phone and panned toward your bare ass. He moved down to show your soaked black thong. A satisfied groan came out of his mouth at the sight.

“Would you look at that…she’s just fucking dripping”

He marveled at how sexy you looked bent over the couch. Usually on the tour you’ll do phone sex and nudes but Danny wanted to try something new. He wanted to have some content to get him off on the nights he has alone time.

You bit your lip and whimpered at his lustful tone. Danny trailed his fingers from the nape of your neck to your lower back. A shiver ran through your spine at his feather light touch. To test the waters, you slightly pushed your hips in his direction.

In that very moment all you wanted was him to touch the place where it hurt the most. A loud crack rang out as Danny smacked your right cheek. You jumped a little bit at the sudden pain but welcomed the dull throb that followed. The anticipation of his face being buried deep in your pussy only made you wetter.

Danny’s calloused fingertips grazed your aching clit through your panties and rubbed light circles. You whined softly as a plea for relief but it fell upon deaf ears. As the old saying goes, patience is a virtue but the fire of wanton is saying otherwise. Danny shook his head disappointedly.

“Is my good girl getting fussy on me? Tell daddy what you want and I just might give it to you”

If there were two sounds that are music to Danny’s ears it would be the noises you make when he fucks you stupid and the merciless begging for his touch. You’ve always loved it when he took charge in the bedroom.

“P-Please eat my pussy, daddy…I need it so bad,”

You whimpered pleadingly. The ache between your legs was starting to become unbearable and the only thing that would cure it is Danny eating you out like it’s his last day on this planet.

Danny darkly chuckled and pulled down your panties. He brushed his thumb against your slick lips and slowly pulled it away to show how truly wet he has made you.

“Fuck me angel…Looks like I got your sweet little cunt weeping under my touch. Is this all for me?” He purred.

You went to answer him but gasped as he pulled apart your cheeks with a firm grip. A little bit of your slick dribbled down your thigh while you clenched around nothing. Subtle shifting noises indicated that you were getting closer to what you’re wanting. Glancing backwards, you noticed that Danny flipped the camera to point at his face.

He pulled his hand away from your cheek and posed just like the faces he makes on stage; finger horns and tongue out. As Danny dove into your folds,a gasp flew out of your lungs and jaw went slack.

The noises coming from your mouth could put even the most seasoned pornstar to shame as he rolled the tip of his tongue from your clit all the way to your fluttering hole. Danny’s grip on your cheek tightened with each sound flowing out of you.

You couldn’t help but grind against his face to chase your pleasure. Another open palm cracked against your cheek as a warning. You knew that Danny would get you there but it would be at his own pace.

A smirk spread across Danny’s face as he fucked his tongue into you. The cacophony of moans and opened mouth slurping made you throb against the very thing bringing forth such pleasure.

He knew your body like the back of his hand and all that would make you tick. His lips wrapped your clit and began to suck. You just about collapsed right then and there. The familiar burn in your stomach was rising to the surface.

“O-Oh my fucking god! Right there daddy!”

Danny shook his head back and forth like a predator feasting upon his prey. You tried to form words but the only thing that came out were pitiful whimpers. To add onto your impending climax, Danny detached from your clit and flattened his tongue against your aching slit.

“Can’t get enough of daddy’s mouth huh? You like it when he eats your pretty pussy until you’re a slutty fucking mess?”

You mewled and nodded feverishly. With the combination of his words and tongue, all that was on your mind is painting his mouth with your juices.

Danny had one rule when it came to him being in charge; cumming is not a request but a privilege. If you wanted to finish then you absolutely had to ask and make it pretty.

“M-May I please cum, daddy? Oh god please let me”

“Make a fucking mess of my face, angel”

He growled into your pussy and sucked on your bundle of nerves harder. A scream of unbridled pleasure filled the room as you came all over Danny’s face.

Danny swallowed you down as if he was bestowed nectar from the gods themselves. Soon as the high came to an end, you tried to squirm away as overstimulation began to set in.

While you were lost in your post orgasm haze, you didn’t hear Danny getting up off the floor and pressing himself into you. His dick was unbelievably hard just from eating you out alone. He placed his hand on your hip and lightly squeezed.

“Oh darling, we’re just getting started. Daddy still has to cum too”

[ghostkingart]

worth the pain. - II

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Astarion x male! drow! Tav (Veles) Words: 1017 part 1 part 3 part 4 also read on ao3

After a day of adventuring, Veles was getting ready to sleep. That night, he decided not to attempt reverie again, surely he would only be disappointed in himself.

Veles wasn’t sure if Astarion would appear, it wasn’t necessarily a nightly thing. Even if he did, Veles wouldn’t let him feed on him anymore.

Regardless of his wishes, Astarion did appear. He stood ominously at the entrance of the tent while Veles kept himself busy. He only spared the vampire spawn a glance before continuing about his business.

“Ah, he graces me with a glance,” Astarion said dramatically. “I wonder if I’ll be able to get a word out of you.”

“What do you want?” Veles said in a flat tone.

“I want to know why you’ve been ignoring me all day. You haven’t said a word to me, highly uncharacteristic of you, and you haven’t even asked me to do anything for you during today’s escapades, which is also odd. What gives?”

“Has it occurred to you that I just don’t want to fucking talk?” Veles snapped.

“No,” Astarion said nonchalantly. “I’m willing to bet there’s more to this.”

“Maybe there isn’t. Maybe you’re just desperate for attention.”

Astarion huffed. “Desperate? Unlikely. But I do thrive off of it so, please, indulge me.”

Veles dropped what he was doing – it was just mindless chores to keep himself occupied anyway – and turned to face the pale elf. “And there it is. Pretending that nothing ever hurts you, that nothing ever offends you or scares you. The act is getting a bit tired, don’t you think? Leave me alone.”

Astarion still wasn’t swayed, not that he would show it if he was. He stood with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “Well, you find me when you’re less pissy, won’t you, darling?”

He turned.

“Don’t hold your breath. There’s no point in talking to you when you’re incapable of being sincere for one fucking second.”

Astarion stopped in his tracks and turned back around. “For your information, things do scare me! They hurt me, they… But I can’t let that get to me, I… If I do, there’s no coming back from it.”

Veles’s shoulders dropped. “Look, I understand that—”

“Do not start.”

Veles went quiet. How badly he wanted to just speak with Astarion, but every time he tried he just ran into a new wall.

Veles opened his arms and shrugged. “Well, if you won’t talk, you know where the exit is.”

He thought that would be the end of it, but… Astarion lingered.

“Only for the record,” he said, slowly, carefully, “because I’m sensing your behavior from today has something to do with our conversation last night, I didn’t mean to just up and leave, I…” He trailed off. This was evidently difficult for him to say.

“I must have said something that upset you, I understand that,” Veles said remorsefully.

Astarion shook his head. “You didn’t upset me. I was… envious, I think. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to imply that you haven’t suffered, I just… Couldn’t help but wonder what the past two hundred years would have been like for me if there was something, anything, stopping Cazador from unleashing all his horrors upon me. See, I was something of a favorite myself. Except that when you’re a favorite of Cazador’s that doesn’t exactly mean protection.”

“I wasn’t a favorite, you know? I’m a sorcerer. That was the only reason they couldn't go as far as to kill me. But I understand, I… I’m sorry. That you went through that.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Astarion said dryly.

“It isn’t pity.” Veles didn’t try to elaborate. Astarion could either believe him or not, it was his choice.

They stood in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. Astarion certainly wouldn’t accept any sympathy, he was far too proud for that. And Veles, well… How he wished he could take all of Astarion’s pain away. Of course, he knew very well that that wasn’t how anything worked.

“Are we alright now?” Astarion then asked.

“I suppose.” Veles was tired. Even if he wanted to argue more… He wasn’t sure he could.

“So, I can still feed on you?” Astarion said cheekily, turning up the charm on command.

“I…” Veles looked away. “Look, I’m no stranger to being hurt for the sake of others’ wellbeing and happiness. I can do that, I just… When you just come in here, suck my blood and leave I feel used and… worthless.”

Astarion was quiet for a while and Veles didn’t have it in him to meet his gaze.

“I never meant to make you feel that way,” Astarion said in a gentle voice that Veles had never heard from him before. Instinctively, his gaze snapped up. Astarion’s eyes were gentle, even remorseful. 

“I’m not asking you to give me something in return, alright?” Veles felt the need to clarify. “But…” Of course, he knew exactly what he wanted, but at the same time knew that he couldn’t ask that of Astarion. He would most certainly be turned down.

“How about a deal? After I feed, I’ll stay with you until you’ve gone to sleep.”

Veles frowned, staring at Astarion in utter shock. “You would…”

Astarion smiled. “It’s the least I can do, darling.”

“Yes, that… that could work.”

“Excellent! On that note, could I have a little taste? I’m feeling worn down…”

Veles rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. He lay down while Astarion sat beside him in an all too familiar ritual.

As exhilarating as ever, Veles closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation. He was calm, controlled, but on the inside he was ablaze. When Astarion was done draining him of blood, he pulled away and licked his lips, maintaining eye contact with a rather exhausted Veles.

They didn’t speak. Astarion got comfortable beside him and, to Veles’s utmost surprise, wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

He couldn’t quite believe that he was falling asleep in Astarion’s arms. He would have been excited had he not been so exhausted.

@ghostc1ty here you go hope you like this as well!

[fashionlouist]

Louis took his jacket off and wore a 1017 ALYX 9SM Icon Face Graphic Print T-Shirt in Black, White and Red on stage in Banquet Records tonight.

[athingofvikings]

A Thing Of Vikings Chapter 73: Harthacnut Is Better Than None

Chapter 73: Harthacnut Is Better Than None

Harthacnut (Danish: Hardeknud), occasionally named as Canute III, was King of Denmark from AD 1035 to AD 1042, and King of England from AD 1040 to AD 1042.  The son of King Canute the Great and Emma of Normandy, he was born, in July 1017, in England, shortly after their marriage.  As part of the negotiations of surrender in the aftermath of King Canute's conquest of England, Harthacnut took precedence in inheritance over his older half-brothers from his parents' first marriages.  When their father died in AD 1035, Harthacnut was left ruling Denmark, while his half-brother Svein (son of Ælfgifu of Northampton) was faced with a revolt in Norway, and Harold Harefoot (also son of Ælfgifu) took control in England. 

[...]popularly seen as little more than a brutal tyrant without virtue or redeeming value, Harthacnut has usually been presented in a highly moralistic fashion in most popular media over the centuries.  In these stories, he is used as an archetypal figure of the corrupt and brutal nobleman whose own evils bring about his downfall, an almost idealized villainous figure from whose tyranny and grotesque abuses the populace are freed from. 

As such, in contemporary media, there is little interest in conflicting perspectives on his family background and upbringing that produced him.  This is not helped by the recorded accounts of his actions, including massacres, repressive taxation, executions, feasts in the midst of bad harvests, oathbreaking, violations of hospitality, loyalty purges, and even the posthumous beheading and disposal of Harold Harefoot, his paternal half-brother, in retribution for the death of Ælfred Æþeling, Harthacnut's maternal half-brother.  His death on 11 June, AD 1042 is seen as appropriately fated, but even then, he is typically overshadowed by the other events of the day...

—Dragons of the North: Profiles Of The Viking Lords, Waterford University Press, 1733

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[ofhouses]

1017. Duany Plater-Zyberk (Elizabeth Plater-Zyberk & Andrés Duany) /// Hibiscus House /// Coconut Grove, Miami, Florida, USA /// 1980-81

OfHouses presents: Readings, part II - Charlotte Von Moos, ‘In Miami in the 1980s: The Vanishing Architecture of a Paradise Lost’.   (Photo: © DPZ CoDesign, Steven Brooke. Source: The Architectural Record 05/1983; Charlotte Von Moos, ‘In Miami in the 1980s: The Vanishing Architecture of a Paradise Lost’, Köln: Verlag der Buchhandlung Walther König, 2022.)

[mirrorbreaks]

If you want to listen to WKCR’s on-campus coverage of the events at Columbia, you can listen to the hour-long recording here:

I’d highly recommend it, they call in to question the unsubstantiated narrative of ‘outside agitators’ that Columbia admin, NYPD, the mayor’s office, and a lot of media outlets are parroting without evidence.

[cyarskj52]

Gucci Mane “Truth” (2012)

Target: Jeezy

Producer: Zaytoven

Album: Trap God

Label: 1017 Brick Squad Records/Asylum/Warner Bros./Tommy Boy Entertainment

Best Line: “Go dig your partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit”

On “Truth,” the beef between Gucci and Jeezy that began with "Icy" and led to the shooting death of CTE rapper Henry “Pookie Loc” Clark III in 2005, got too real. Guwop evaded murder charges by claiming self-defense, yet he brought up Jeezy’s friend and affiliate on this song: “Go dig your partner up, nigga, bet he can't say shit.” That’s worthy of a fade on sight. —John Kennedy