#Keith Chow

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Hard NOC Life 333: Building a 'House of Ninjas' with Creator Dave Boyle

On a special Hard NOC Life, Keith chats with the creator, writer, and director of Netflix’s House of Ninjas. They talk about the journey from indie film to the top of the streaming giant and how he has been a champion of centering Asian and Asian American narratives in his work. https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/traffic.libsyn.com/thenerdsofcolor/HNL333.mp3 Continue reading Hard NOC Life…

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Bethann Hardison, Keith Haring, Grace Jones and Nick Rhodes at Mr Chow in New York City, 1986.

Photos by Andy Warhol

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New York City, 23 April 1985 at Mr. Chow restaurant: Michael Heizer, David Hockney, Leroy Nieman, Dennis Oppenheim, Stefano, Bill Wegman, John Chamberlain, Andy Warhol, Julian Schnabel, Armand Arman, Alex Katz, Keith Haring, Kenny Scharf, Tony Shafrazi, Red Grooms, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Francesco Clemente, Robert MappleThorpe, Ronnie Cutrone, Sandro Chia. Plus: Nam June Paik, Jennifer Barlett, Jack Goldstein, Jenny Holzer, Barbara Kruger, Les Levine, Sol Lewitt, Marisol, Peter Max, Meredith Monk, Larry Rivers, Survival Research Labs (Mark Pauline, Mat Heckert, Eric Berner), Mark van den Broek, Tom Wesselman and Greer Langton. © Michael Halsband /Landov

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Here's more by Andy Warhol , I have more to post by Andy :)

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Never really over | S.H.

summary: [4.2k] you and steve fall apart, then fall back together.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: so much angst, best friends to exes to lovers, language, gratuitous taylor swift references

a/n: exes to lovers is one of my fave tropes so i hope i did it justice! reader is vaguely asian-coded by accident (though there shouldn’t be any direct references to r's appearance!) lmao happy AAPI heritage month to all my fellow asians

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The day after your breakup, Steve shows up at your house with a bag of takeout and a six-pack. He kicks off his shoes at the front door while you’re in the kitchen, already grabbing napkins and chopsticks. The light on the floral rice cooker on the counter just turned from cooking to keep warm. Steve is nothing, if not right on time. 

To most people, the situation would seem peculiar. But you and Steve were best friends before your break up and you had promised that you would stay best friends after it. 

You settle in on opposite sides of the worn-down loveseat, a rerun of Golden Girls playing on the television. You’re just about to ask him if he remembered to get extra sauce for the chow mein when Steve, seemingly anticipating your question, silently hands you a small cylindrical container. 

The night goes on as it usually would, with Steve lamenting Keith’s tyranny and Dustin’s antics. He helps you clean up when you’re done, scooping the leftover rice into a Tupperware container saying I gotta get myself one of these, it’s so convenient! He even does the dishes, washing while you dry, never commenting on the fact that you have a perfectly good dishwasher that you never use. 

Once he’s standing in the entryway, shoes back on and keys in hand, he instinctively leans in for a chaste kiss goodbye. 

You flinch, turning your cheek at the last second. The moment becomes a sobering reminder as to why you decided to break up in the first place. Instinct over time starts to feel like routine. Routine over time starts to feel like a chore. Another thing that you have to cross off your to-do list.

For a while, it was grounding. It felt good to be normal. Normal felt like warmth, like coming in out of the freezing cold and cozying up next to a blazing fire. But you knew from experience that the cold always comes back. As the days drew darker, the once roaring hearth settled into a pile of ashes. Being grounded can feel like being tied down. It’s only natural to want to break free. 

You didn’t realize freedom would feel like this. 

“Right.” Steve huffs out awkwardly, swinging his car keys around his index finger. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He shuffles out the door while you offer a weak goodbye. You know you’re letting the cold in by watching him as he gets into his car. You do it anyway. 

–

Steve and Dustin have taken to visiting you while you’re on shift at the coffee shop. You’re not sure why. The arcade next door seems much more fitted to their shared interests, but they still come and visit you all the same. Usually, when you come upon them, they’re standing on the other side of the till having a whispered conversation that dies the moment they notice you’re there. 

“A latte for me, and hot cocoa for the kid.” Steve says, ruffling the younger boy's hair. 

“I’m fourteen!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Maturity. Did you want a coffee? I’m sure our girl over here has some great recommendations.” 

Dustin only grumbles in response, muttering insults under his breath. Steve refuses your offer to comp their drinks, paying and dropping his change in the tip jar.  

You set both drinks down on the counter when they’re done. One is a simple steaming cup. The other is piled high with whipped cream and sprinkles, decorated with a tiny plastic snowman left over from the holidays. 

“Thank you,” Steve says, leaning against the counter. “Y’know, you’re my most favorite barista in the whole world.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only barista you know, but you’re welcome.” 

“So, would you be interested in movie night tomorrow?” 

“Wow, let me think.” You feign contemplation, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’ll have to check my schedule. I have a meeting with some venture capitalists but I might be able to squeeze you in.”

“It’s a date.” 

“So… you guys are back together?” Dustin darts a confused glance between the both of you, his irises going back and forth as if watching a ping-pong match. 

“No!” You and Steve both blurt out at the same time. Then you both take a moment to look at each other as if to say, I know why I said no but why are you saying no? 

Is it really over?

Dustin, as observant and tactless as ever, gives off a little shrug. You mutter something about needing to go to the back to do inventory. As you’re walking away, you hear Steve say something that sounds a lot like Nice going, doofus!

–

Dustin answers the door when you ring the bell. Steve’s house has the usual suspects for movie night. Max and El are cuddled up together on the floor, practically laying on top of each other. Robin and Nancy are on the loveseat to the left, so wrapped up in each other that they barely even register your arrival. You presume that the sounds coming from the kitchen are Mike, Will, and Lucas, no doubt making one too many bowls of popcorn in the microwave.  

Steve is sitting, his arm draped over the back of the couch. Before, there would’ve been no questions as to where you would sit. The empty couch cushion practically had your name on it. You would’ve already bounded across the room and snuggled up to the boy that felt like home. 

You search the room for another option, but come up empty. Unless you want to pointedly avoid sitting next to him by crashing on the floor with the kids, which would undoubtedly draw attention to the very thing you want to ignore. 

Taking a seat next to Steve, you toe the line between platonic distance and romantic distance.

“What’s on tonight?” You ask no one in particular. 

“The Princess Bride.” Lucas replies, coming from the kitchen with a bowl of fresh popcorn. 

He barely gets a chance to put it down before the three other boys tumble onto the floor and begin shoveling the savory snack into their mouths. Max and El whine about their lack of civility, yelling at them for having spilled popcorn on the floor before the movie has even started.

“Ah, that’s my favorite!” 

“I know.” Steve finally speaks up beside you. 

“We’ve only seen it like a million times.” Max says, rolling her eyes and resting her head on El’s shoulder. 

“Hey! Little shits who eat my food and use me as a taxi service don’t get to complain about my movie choices.”

“Whatever, Steve.” The redhead remarks, with an unmistakable fondness in her voice. 

You settle into your seat. The January cold has seeped into the house and, despite the heating being on full blast, you’re freezing. Steve notices, tugging the comforter in his lap over your frame, enveloping you in a warmth you didn’t realize you missed so much. You murmur a quiet thank you that you’re almost sure goes unheard until he turns, giving you a small smile before returning his attention to the screen. 

In order to properly share the blanket, you have to scoot in even closer. You tell yourself that it’s a perfectly reasonable platonic distance, that you used to do this all the time before you were dating. If Steve is experiencing even a fraction of your inner turmoil, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking ahead, paying far too much attention to the film. The palm that would usually come to rest upon your shoulder stays gripping the back of the couch. 

Sometime after Buttercup and Wesley enter the forbidden forest, you fall asleep.

It’s hard to make out anything through the dense fog. The trees around you loom large, foliage so lush and thick that it blocks out the sky, making it unclear if it’s day or night. The only light source comes from an oil lamp. 

The lamp casts a shadow over the face of the person holding it, emphasizing his strong brow and straight nose. You go to move toward Steve, but you can’t. You’re stuck. Ankle deep in sand, coarse and with the consistency of molasses, that slowly creeps up higher and higher. It takes you a moment to realize; the sand isn’t getting higher, you’re getting lower. 

You’re sinking. 

Desperately, you begin grasping at anything and everything that might get you out. It’s futile. The more you move, the further you fall. You’re waist-deep now. Steve is still standing there, stone-faced, oil lamp flickering. He turns, walking into the fog and taking the light with him. 

You open your mouth, wanting to scream. Needing to scream. But only one word echoes throughout. It does nothing to stop Steve’s retreating figure. 

Stay. 

“Hey,” Steve is tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. “Wake up.” 

The fog dissipates. Feeling slowly returns to your limbs. The first thing you realize is that you fell asleep on Steve’s shoulder. The second thing you realize is that, due to your impromptu nap, the distance between the two of you is practically nonexistent. You recoil, sliding yourself as far away from him as you can. Steve flinches at the sudden movement. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft and comforting, like a childhood blanket that you can’t sleep without. “It seemed like you were having a bad dream.”

You blink your eyes furiously, trying to shake the sinking feeling that has settled deep into your stomach. 

“Where is everyone?” You ask, avoiding his question. The once lively living room is now empty. Remnants of movie night surround you in the form of stray pieces of popcorn and a nearly empty tub of Red Vines. 

“They all went home about twenty minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You seemed so comfortable. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shrugs, saying the next words gently. “Are you having nightmares again?” 

Before, you would tell him yes. You always talked to Steve about your nightmares. Most of the time he was there to witness them firsthand, waking up to your shouting and thrashing. Some nights, he would be able to coax you back to sleep with soothing words and tender touches. Other nights, he would stay up with you for hours, talking about nothing. The next day, the deep bags etched under his eyes would serve as another reminder of just how tiring you could be.

“I’m fine.” You wipe the corner of your mouth, cringing at the slight dampness you find there. Great. Not only did you fall asleep on Steve but you also drooled on him. “I think it’s time for me to head out.”

Leaping from the couch, you get to the foyer in record time. Your shoes are already halfway on before Steve appears, standing in between you and the door. 

“You don’t have to. You know the guest room is always made up for you if you want it.” He bargains. 

“I— I have to go. I’m sorry. Goodnight Steve.” 

“Please, you’re tired. At least let me drive you.” He’s practically pleading, already moving to grab his car keys.  

“Just let me go, Steve!” Your outburst echoes throughout the empty house. 

Steve takes a step back away from you. “I’m sorry.”

Regret washes over you like a tidal wave. You can feel yourself being ripped under the current. You curse yourself, not for drowning, but for dragging Steve down with you. 

“No, don’t apologize. Fuck, I’m sorry. I just—” 

“Have to go?” He supplies. 

He sounds dejected like this is another battle with you that he’s already resigned himself to losing. You fumble through another apology, another goodbye.

You don’t dare to look behind you as you make your way to your car. It isn’t until you’re halfway down your street that you spare a glance at your rear-view mirror. Steve is still standing there, the door wide open. 

You don’t know why you keep having dreams where you ask Steve to stay. 

You’re the one who is always leaving. 

—

“She was totally flirting with you!” You scream whisper, keeping in mind that the diner is mostly empty aside from the loyal patrons that come in every weekday for a hearty serving of beef and potatoes.

Steve showed up to the coffee shop today, sans Dustin, asking if you’d like to grab a bite to eat after your shift. You obliged, hoping to make up for your outburst from the other night. He still hasn’t mentioned it. For your sake, you hope that he won’t.

“No, she wasn’t.” You thought Steve’s obliviousness when it came to romance only extended to you. Apparently, you were wrong because he was completely ignoring the way that the waitress was batting her eyelashes at him.

“Yes, she was!” You take a fry from the basket and Steve pushes his strawberry milkshake toward you, already knowing that you were going to subject him to the gross combination and he might as well get it over with. “Y’know, if you wanted to ask her out you could. Don’t let me hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back. Anyways, isn’t it weird, having your ex-girlfriend be your wingman?”

“I’m still your best friend. Besides, you totally helped me out with Brandon so I just thought I’d return the favor.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks, causing you to furrow your brow at him. Despite having loved him for a long time and having known him for even longer, his inability to read a room knows no bounds. 

“Last week at Family Video?” You utter the words with slow precision, but recognition fails to make its way across Steve’s face. “Brandon Clayborn asked you for horror movie recommendations and you sent him to me.”

“And he asked you out?” Steve gapes at you from over the rim of his milkshake. The idea of grabbing the glass and slogging the pink confection at him crosses your mind, but instead, you clench your fists at your side. 

“Is that so unbelievable?” At your response, Steve’s brows pinch together. He toys with the wrapping paper of his straw, folding it over and over again. 

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes.”

“Oh.” Steve finally stops fiddling with the piece of paper. It’s shredded to pieces in a pile in front of him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the bulging leather wallet. “I’ll be right back.” 

With that, Steve slides out of the booth and walks up to the counter. The giggles of the waitress can be heard throughout the diner. You turn toward the window so that you don’t have to see her scrawl her number on the receipt, and you catch your muddled reflection. You don’t know if you look like you’ve seen a ghost or if you’ve become one. 

–

Due to unforeseen circumstances, your second date with Brandon had to be rescheduled. A literal rain check. He’d sputtered out numerous apologies over the crackling phone line, saying how the picnic he had planned didn’t account for a torrential downpour. You promised him that it was fine, that you didn’t even wanna leave the house in this weather. You didn’t think anyone would want to leave the house in this weather, which is why you grew shocked at the sound of the doorbell ringing. 

Then you promptly remember that this is Hawkins and that anyone or anything could be behind that door. Grabbing the old wooden bat you keep under the couch for emergencies, you inch toward the door. The frantic ringing of the bell matches the beat of your heart. Peering through the peephole, you sigh in both relief and frustration before flinging the door open.

“Are you insane?!” You practically scream at the soaking wet boy. “You scared the shit outta me.”

Steve stands in the threshold, shaking his head like a dog would to get all the water out. You flinch as the droplets inevitably fall on you. The fine mist and wind that he’s brought in with him chill you to the bone. 

“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly.

“How did you even manage to get this wet in the twenty feet from the street to the porch?” You ask, peering behind him to look for the familiar maroon vehicle. It isn’t there. 

“I walked here.”

You balk at him. Sure, Steve has been known to act recklessly from time to time, but never without reason. Instead of taking the time to berate him for being so stupid, you take one look at the soggy shivering boy and shut the door, turning on your heel towards your bedroom. You don’t need to look behind you to know that he’s following you. 

“C’mon, you’re gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes.”

You rummage through your drawers, managing to find a t-shirt and sweatpants that you had stolen from him long ago. Now is as good a time as any to give it back, right? Stuffing the items in your arm, you thrust them into Steve’s hands and direct him to the bathroom. He doesn’t need direction. He knows the floorplan of your house just like he knows you–all too well.

While Steve is in the bathroom, you go to shut the drawers that you had left open in the rush to find him something to wear. The bottom drawer has always had a problem, getting stuck at the most inopportune moments. Lifting it just a little, you slam the drawer back into place which causes the contents on top of your dresser to shake with the force. The silver picture frame falls on its face and you go to place it right side up. 

It’s a photograph of the two of you from last summer. Robin had pointed the camera at you and at the very last second Steve grabbed you and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal in delight. The memory stings. You almost want to put it face down again so that you don’t have to be reminded of what once was. Instead, you’re interrupted by the sound of a lock turning and quiet footfalls on carpeted floors. 

The moment Steve steps into your bedroom, you’re drenched in nostalgia. It’s been months since you’ve seen him like this–standing in his pajamas in your bedroom. It’s moments like this that are the hardest. The ones where you can feel how everything and nothing has changed. It feels like relief and restriction. 

You realize you’re still standing in front of the dresser and go to sit on your bed. You need to put space between you and Steve. He has this insane gravitational pull and you know that if you stay around him like this for too long, you’ll end up back in his orbit.  

He steps cautiously around the room like he’s afraid of stepping on a landmine. One wrong move and everything could blow up. Standing in front of the dresser, he takes the dreaded picture frame into his hands. He’s still using a towel to dry his hair when he finally speaks. 

“It’s a good picture.” He says, simply. The pads of his thumbs wipe away the layer of dust that coats your sunbleached faces. 

“It is.” You manage to choke out. “Why are you here, Steve?”

He places the picture frame back down on the dresser. It’s perfectly angled towards you. The ghost of your smiling face taunting you in your own bedroom. 

“It’s funny, y’know?” Steve lets out a mirthless laugh.  

“What is?”

“We broke up and the only person I wanna talk about it with is you.”

All of the air has been sucked out of the room. Steve has always been good at taking your breath away. 

“I mean, I get it. I get why we broke up. I do.” He lets out a deep breath before continuing on, not giving you a chance to interrupt. “Except, I don’t. I can’t wrap my head around how one day we were fine and the next day we weren’t. I know that I’m not good enough for you–I’ve always known that. I guess I just wanna know when you finally figured it out.”

His words make you ache. A tightness blooms in your chest and spreads all the way down your arms to your trembling fingertips. You want so badly to reach out to him. He’s on the other side of the room but he might as well be on the other side of the world. You don’t know how to bridge the ravine that you’ve put between the two of you. You know for him you’d make the leap, uncaring of the abyss below. The thought scares you so much that your fists tangle in your bedsheets, hoping for something to keep you from falling back in.   

“The last thing I wanted was for you to feel like you weren’t good enough for me. You’ve always been good enough, Steve.”  

You can tell from the shake of his head that he doesn’t believe you. 

“I thought that maybe you just needed a little space, a little time. Then I have to watch you go on dates and move on like it’s easy. Like the fact that we’re not together anymore doesn’t eat you up inside.”

“It’s not easy! It’s killing me!” Tears collect in your eyes, blurring your vision. “I don’t know why I can’t just be happy with you. I want to be happy with you.”

“What are you so afraid of?” Steve begs, his question punctuated by a boom of thunder and a flash of lightning. 

You found solace in the eye of the storm. Once the storm passed, you didn’t know what to do with the wreckage. Calm didn’t provide comfort. Instead, it only reminded you that there was likely another storm to come. Steve has always been better at picking up the pieces and patching things up. You didn’t want to become just another thing he had to fix. So, you pushed him away. 

He still came back.

This time he brought the storm with him. 

“I’m afraid that the minute I actually enjoy everything, it’ll all get taken away from me.” You confess, roughly wiping away your tears. 

Steve crosses the room and kneels in front of you. His hair is still slightly damp, a stray strand hanging in front of his forehead. You brush it out of the way and he catches your wrist, placing a kiss in the palm of your hand. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, lips still brushing your skin. He says it like a promise. You wish the words were tangible, that you could close your fist around them and hold them close. “Tell me what I can do to fix it.”

The words simultaneously endear and exasperate you. Here is this boy who loves you, sitting in front of you telling you to let him love you. Here you are, about to tell him that he can’t. 

“What if you can’t fix it, Steve? What if I’m unfixable?”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“Then I’ll still love you anyway.” 

Steve looks up and the clouds part. You’ve been so caught up in your doom and gloom, that you’d forgotten what it felt like to see the light of day. You lean down, closing your eyes, pressing your forehead to his. 

“Why?” The question comes out watery and wanting. 

“I can’t help it.” He breathes out. 

You understand the feeling. 

You bridge the gap, uncaring of the abyss that lies below. You’d fall through eternity if it meant you got to do it with him. His lips feel exactly like you remember them–like home. He kisses soft and slow, hands anchored at your hips as if to prevent you from floating away. When you break apart, both of you gasping for air, there’s uncertainty in his eyes. It fades away as soon as you lean back on the bed, pulling at his sleeves and dragging him with you. 

The night is composed of soft apologies and even softer sighs, accompanied by the din of rain against the roof. It isn’t until far into the night that the storm finally subsides, leaving the pavement to glow in the morning sun. 

Waking up next to Steve is a revelation. You don’t know how you ever survived without it. He’s all sleepy smiles and tired eyes, drowsily pulling you closer to him. Resting your head on his chest, you’re soothed by the rhythmic thump of his beating heart.   

“Y’know, you didn’t have to walk in the rain just to say that you wanna get back together. You’re so dramatic.” You joke, hoping that it isn’t too soon to start poking fun. 

His chest rumbles with laughter, the reverberations quelling your fears.

“In my defense, it wasn’t raining when I started walking.” He says, voice still thick with sleep. “Besides, you love it.”

You smile contentedly to yourself, not offering up a response besides a hum of agreement. He’s right. You do love him. Rain or shine.

likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs are cherished ♥️

[such-a-barbarian]

w e e k l y t a g w e d n e s d a y

thanks for the tag @mybrainismelted!

which character from any media would you like to have as a father?: I don't know man, my dad is pretty kickass. Even if I could pick a new one I'd still choose my dad. But, if I have to pick, maybe Keith Mars. He seems like a cool dude and I totally want to be PI with him.

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? Ethics and safety also not issues? Then a tiger - obviously I want a giant cat to cuddle me on the couch.

what is your Chinese takeout order?: My city has a Chinese place that is famous for its egg rolls. I actually have no idea if they are famous outside of my town, but they do ship them frozen across the province. All that to say is they are very good and for sure on my order. Also generally anyone of the following: lemon chicken, general tao chicken, veggies chow mein, beef and broccoli, and fried rice

what's your favourite emoji?: I am peak millennial so obviously, it's 😂

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?: Greenhouse for sure. Ian and I are growing all the tomatoes year-round! haha

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?: Oh man, I know it asks for only one, but there are so many good Canadian shows that hold such a special place in my heart! Mr. Dressup, Fred Penner's Place, Polka Dot Door, The Elephant Show, Under the Umbrella Tree, The Big Comfy Couch, and the most wonderfully bizarre and crazy Today's Special.

what was your tumblr like when you first joined?: It sat blank for probably a year before I posted anything. I'm actually kinda surprised I'm not blocked by a bunch of you thinking I was a bot...

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?: I was for sure a hippy in another life.

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?: I have no idea, maybe hogwarts?

what is your favourite piece of art?: Not sure I really have one, but I did have a very unexpected visceral reaction to seeing A Sunday on La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat in person. So maybe that 🤷🏻‍♀️

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?: do I own water bottles? yes. Do I have one that I use regularly and is dedicated to me? no. We have family nalgenes.

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave?: Only one bed. Will read every time.

do you carry a daily bag? Just my clutch wallet if I'm solo. I've got a diaper bag backpack that is 95% snacks if I'm with the kids.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?: no.

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?: A/B/O fics. I didn't read any for the longest time. Didn't really think it was my thing and then M8TE sucked me in and I haven't looked back.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?: Over the shoulder like in season 4? Probably not. But like a piggyback? yeah, probably for a little bit.

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?: Agree with @mybrainismelted they for sure steal it from each other whenever they visit each other.

Let's see I'll tag @jrooc, @krystallouwho, @juliakayyy, @francesroserecs, @bawlbrayker. @callivich, @iansfreckles, @iansw0rld, @lupeloto, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey, and @zutaralesbian

[gale-gentlepenguin]

With the success of the Mario Movie. And with the amazing sales of Tears of the Kingdom. I imagine if Nintendo was going to make another movie it will likely be Legend of Zelda.

But the question is, WHICH Legend of Zelda Game to base the movie on?

So here is my pitch

(Nintendo if you are listening, then reach out cause I will write this movie with you)

It’s a universe outside the games,

Hyrule has been at peace for so long that the fights with Ganon are nothing but tales.

Zelda, the young princess is learning everything she needs to know to be a ruler, but finds herself more interested in the Past legends, (basically make her a history nerd) Impa, her Confidant would likely tell her to stop focusing on such nonsense.

“But wouldn’t you want to know what happened to the Triforce? And what about the hero that always come when evil arises! I bet he is something”

Cut to Link who is napping on the grass, when his Uncle tells him to quit napping and get back to work.

Link being a blacksmith apprentice dreaming of being a knight. He’s almost of age.

“I know you be dreaming about being a knight, but cut that nonsense out of your head, we make swords not use them. Your father tried and he ended up Moblin chow.”

The gimmick is that people keep talking before Link can speak. Or something makes it so he can’t talk or be heard. Except when he makes his “Hyah!”

They had to bring weapons inside the castle for the knights to use.

There’s a squire that was a bully to Link, and tells him he’s far too scrawny to be a knight. But link ignores him.

Cut to Ganondorf being an incredibly villainous Warlocke who was exiled by the Gerudo for being a male. (A twist that it’s a bad omen for male Gerudo to be born) He summons his monsters to attack hyrule in search of the triforce.

The kingdom is attacked and Monsters try to take Zelda while she’s in the palace. But Link, being the ever courageous soul. Stepped in, grabbing a sword and fighting the monsters.

Zelda sees this mysterious blond and remembers the tales and is CONVINCED he’s the hero.

Link managed to pull Zelda out of the castle and escape. Link not even realizing she’s the princess until after escaping (as he simply saw Girl in trouble)

Zelda and Link have to go find the triforce before Ganon and locate the sword that seals the darkness.

Zelda being the wise encyclopedia that tells Link about whats what, and Link being the one that handles the action.

I imagine Ganondorf is voice by Keith David or Khary Payton (the later being king penguin and he deserves a bigger role) really play up the threatening and powerful Ganon

[boxcakeboi]

Gilded Gluttony: Part 2

Hello! Apologies for the time this took for this part to come out, I was getting close to dropping the story since I was lazy about it, but quite frankly my muse came back, hope u enjoy it!

*The two went to the lounge and grabbed all the snacks they wanted, loading up on the pastries, chips, crackers, drinks, and more, everything they could get their hands on*

Gage: *holding all the snacks in his arms* hey follow me!

Keith: *he followed Gage to a room with the company sleeping pods* woah what are these?

Gage: you have never seen these?!

Keith: nope!

Gage: geez you really were breaking your back for this company, these are our sleep pods for midday siestas, I like coming in here to chow in peace, it’s great come on!

*Gage walked up to one of the pods opened it and motioned Keith to get in*

Keith: *he went in and laid down on the soft cozy bed*

Gage: *he went in and closed the door and laid all the snacks on the bed with Keith* pretty roomy huh! It can fit both of us!

Keith: I’m shocked we have this here, i guess I was always too busy to notice…

Gage: *he grabbed a doughnut that was wrapped up unraveled it and started munching on it* yeah dude it’s great here when you let yourself relax…come on dude have some!

Keith: hehe alright *he followed suit and partook in the bounty*

*About an hour passed and they both plowed through snack*

Keith: Man, I'm kinda full…and tired

Gage: same dude…guess that's what a sleeping pod is for

Keith: we’ve been gone for about an hour, will we get noticed?

Gage: nahh dude we’re good, like take a nap, then after I’ll show you some more stuff!

Keith: *he laid down and got cozy* sweet sounds good

Gage: *he also laid down* see ya in a bit

*two hours passed*

Keith: *he woke up feeling a bit groggy, he looked at his phone* shit! we’re more than halfway done with our shift!! wake up, Gage!

Gage: *wakes up half asleep* huh???

Keith: dude we’re gonna get in deep trouble! we have been sleeping for two hours!!

Gage: oh! hehe, no worries I’ve slept in here for way longer, but hey it's good time to go grab a bite to eat!

Keith: oh…okay? sounds good

*The two left for the food court and Keith got a chicken salad and veggie chips, while Gage was 2 burgers and fries with a large soda*

Gage: Man the food is great here

Keith: ehh its alright

Gage: dude it's because you get that rabbit food, here have a bite *he held the burger towards Keith's face*

Keith: *he took a bite and chewed and swallowed* holy crap…THATS REALLY GOOD!!

Gage: told you, man! trust and believe, I know what's good here! you can have the rest of this burger, next time I’ll show you the good stuff

*The two ate together, joking around and bantering, Keith noticed something, he felt good and joyful, he looked at Gage, a realized why he was so relaxed and happy all the time, the Gage he knew back in high school was a bit different from now, not as frustrated as he was back then, he did what made him happy, or satisfied, Keith remembered the once troubled kid he knew Gage as now a kickback adult, Gage’s lifestyle showed, considering he was a chubby guy, him eating and sleeping definitely made him a doughy guy, he didn’t mind though, Keith realized why he was this way, as Keith thought about Gage and his plumping frame his face became flushed and he was slightly turned on, he crossed his legs hoping for his member to relax*

*The two were done eating and got up, Keith's excitement passed on*

Gage: and just like that less than an hour before our shift ends!

Keith: damn that flew by!

Gage: so tell me? again tomorrow?

Keith: *he thought for a moment*…hell yeah dude, that was awesome!

Gage: really! sweet we can do this all the time! whenever we want

Keith: *he chuckled* well guess we go back to our desks and wait for the day to end huh?

Gage: yup!

*The day ended Keith left the office and drove back to his apartment, he walked into his apartment, hung up his bag, kicked off his shoes, and went to his bedroom, he undressed and looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his belly slightly popped out due to how much he ate, his stomach was still taught*

Keith: *he burped* damn we pigged out today…*he thought about Gage*

*he then lay in his bed and looked at his phone, eventually scrolling through old photos of him and Gage, back in high school Gage was an angsty teen who was stick thin, then a chill skateboarding stoner in college and now a chubby kickback adult, Gage was about 230 pounds, Keith was guessing, quite hefty compared to his previous thin frame, the feeling Keith had at the food court washed over him again, he was flushed again and his face had slight red glow*

Keith: god…gage…*he slowly moved his hand towards his belt line, flashing images of Gage and his gut, his blossoming breast, his thicker legs and arms, and his face all covered in his body hair, he soon reached and realized how stiff he was and he quickly moved his hand*

Keith: *he lay there for a while and thought* what the hell??? what's going…on… *he shook his head a chose to move on*

*a few weeks of this gluttonous behavior went by*

*Gage and Keith were eating all the snacks they grabbed from the lounge, they sat in an empty conference room*

Gage: *takes a bite out of a muffin and chews*

Keith: *munching on some cheesy crackers* dude have you seen that new person that joined the team?

Gage: oh yeah the one lady, her name is Jenna

Keith: Jenna? ey…thoughts?

Gage: um just a co-worker *he shrugs*

Keith: oh thought you would have had more of an opinion, she kinda looks like your type from high school

Gage: ehh not my concern right now of who’s gonna be my life partner, besides I'm sure she's more of a person outside of her appearance *he said in an assertive tone*

Keith: *he felt a bit embarrassed* oh yeah right, yeah…

Gage: but hey if you want to get to know her as a human more, i’d suggest talking to her…

Keith: *he thought about his emotions last night* yeahhh maybe just a co-worker buddies…

Gage: *he laughed a bit*

Keith: *soon a wave of tiredness creeped up on him* geez i’m kinda tired…*he stretched his arms out above his head and yawned* *when doing so this made the fabric of his button up shirt taught against his midsection and chest, this revealed after weeks of gluttony, it started to show physically, Keiths once flat stomach was now a little starter belly, his pecs also seems a bit plumper but with now a thin layer of fat over them, he wasnt fat by any means but his appetite was taking its effects*

Gage: *he noticed and then snickered a bit*

Keith: *he swung his arms down, tucking the fabric of his shirt between his arms making the fabric still tight around his chest and mid section* whats so funny?

Gage: nothing crazy, buttt looks like you’re getting your first signs of pudge!

Keith: w-what? *he looked down and noticed his shirt and how is was displaying his belly and chest, he got embarrassed* uhh-i-um *he quickly readjusted his shirt*

Gage: dont feel bad man! i’m just noticing!

Keith: thats easy for you to say!

Gage: it’s okay man, having some pudge ain’t bad at all!

Keith: i’ve never been fat! I dont really wanna start now!

Gage: it’s not all that bad! besides, its kinda of a result of eating this shit and sitting on our asses all day

Keith: dammit, i knew this was gonna be a bad idea, i cant do this anymore, i gotta think about myself *he got up and started walking out*

Gage: wait dude where are you going???

Keith: i’ve gotta go work!

Gage: dude look i’m sorry, i didnt mean it offensive, that would be ironic coming from me! i’m literally 230 pounds, your like 160, i’m way bigger than you! my goal wasn’t to shame you

Keith: you have to admit though Gage this lifestyle isn’t okay! you can do what ever you want but i’m out, before i get too deep *he left*

Gage: *sighs*

*the next day*

Keith: *he was at his desk typing up a report, working diligently*

*soon his stomach growled, requesting he go on his daily run to the lounge*

Keith: *he looked at the time* it’s not even lunch yet??? am i already used to pigging out with Gage at this time??

*he worked though the hunger, ignoring his impulses to go eat and take a nap from pigging out, this gave him a splitting headache*

Keith: *what felt like an eternity, the lunch hour started, Keith took himself to the break room and tried eating his pre packed salad, he used to enjoy it, but now it taste very bland and unfulfilling, considering his diet just a few hours ago was ultra processed, salty sugary snacks that has flavor profiles of pure indulgences, he sighed feeling his pounding headache, he slowly ate his salad not finishing it*

*he struggled through the whole shift wondering how he did it before, eventually the shift ended and he was ready to go home and nap, the shift was so slow and boring considering he didn’t talk to Gage all day and shoot the shit*

Keith: *the work day ended finally and he left the office and sat in his car and as soon he got buckled in, his phone rang with an alarm*

*the alarm rang with the title of “Gym”*

Keith: dammit, i forgot…the gym… *he lightly laid his hand on his pounding head*

Keith: you gotta go, get the rest of the pudge off *he turned his car on and drove to the gym*

*in the gym locker, he undressed and noticed how his body has slightly changed, with some soft fat, he started at himself in one of the full length mirrors, he grappled some of his belly squeezing and massaging it, he watched the warm flesh squish and mold around his hands, he then felt flushed and turned on, he quickly stopped when he heard some other people walk in and got dressed*

*he tried his normal workout realizing just a few weeks of gluttony has changed his bodies capabilities entirely, though he could still lift the same weights as before, cardio was extremely hard, barley being able to do half of what he was just doing a few weeks ago*

Keith: *trying to run at his old pace, gasping for air and sweating extremely, soon he stopped* okay…i cant anymore *turned off the machine and stood there exhausted, sweat dripped down his back and and his face and his hair was starting to get drenched* shit….i’m already this out of shape…dammit Keith, why did you do this

*he looked across the the line of treadmills and looked at the slim fit people running*

Keith: fuck this…*he grabbed his bag and walked back to the locker rooms to change*

*the the locker room*

*he took off his sweaty clothes and noticed they where extremely drenched and a bit more musky, he lifted his armpit up and sniffed and noticed he was quite ripe*

Keith: damn, i should hit the shower *he went to a shower stall and closed it, he turned on the shower and as it flowed down on him, he sniffed his armpits again*

*he stood there for bit still, then went in again*

Keith: not…bad…*his sniffing turned to practically huffing, enjoying the smell of dirty musky underarm, he felt his penis slightly stiffen* i’m getting off? to this?

*he stood there for a moment then decided to dig deeper, he reached in between his legs and package and then slowly breathed in the scent track on his fingers, this made him harder*

Keith: i’ve never stank this bad, not until i’ve put on a few pounds…how would i smell if i was…bigger…

*he was fully erect at this point, he rubbed his penis and leaned up against the tiled wall, and clenched as he stroked, he rubbed his starter belly, and images of his stomach being huge and flabby flashed in his head and soon his climax, his load excreted from his tip like tube of frosting, as it washed down the drain*

Keith: well still got some cardio in…*he said catching his breath*

*though he enjoyed his musk he still washed up since the feeling of sweat was bothering him, he dried himself off and got dressed and left the gym, he sat in his car and thought for a moment*

Keith: what am I doing…

*he thought about Gage, thinking back to his words and ideologies*

Keith: *the thoughts swarmed around his head*…god fine! *he grabbed his phone and texted Gage*

*the text reading “can we please talk?”*

Keith: *with some hesitation, he sent it and then put is phone down a put his hands up in the air* its done! now its no longer in my control *he sighed*

*a moment of peace came, but then a ding on his phone played with text back from Gage, reading “of course, can you come over in a bit?*

Keith: *he quickly texted back, saying “yes i’ll make my way over” he drove off and quickly made his way to Gage’s Apartment*

*in Gage’s apartment*

Gage: *he was quickly putting on clothes having had been in just underwear playing video games*

*the door bell ringed*

Gage: shit…*he quickly walked to the door and opened it seeing Keith*

Keith:…hey…

Gage: hey….

Keith: mind if i come in?

Gage: oh yes, yeah…come in

*he let him in*

Gage: *he closed the door behind Keith* sorry pardon the mess, i should have tidied up a bit before

*tons of clothes and food containers littered the area with dishes and trash, Gage lived with the cleanliness of a frat boy, he never minded mess, but knew his messy was quite jarring*

Keith: all good, i kinda dropped in on you *he was used to this mess for Gage*

Gage: even though it hasn’t been that long, it feels like it’s been forever…

Keith: yeah…it does…im…sorry

Gage: dont apologize! i should!

Keith: I was being sensitive!

Gage: I was being insensitive!

Keith: we both kinda messed up…

Gage: yeah…we did…can we put it behind us?

Keith: yes please…this is exhausting, i miss my partner in crime…

Gage: *he chuckled* yeah me too

Keith: hey and even if I’m getting chubby you’re still chubbier!

Gage: *he laughed* yeah you’re right, talking about that…got time to game tonight?

Keith: i was hoping you would ask

Gage: sweet i’ll get us some food delivered

Keith: *he sighed with relief*

[rxgueone]

LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG PT. 7

Word count: 6,274

Pairing: Austin Butler x oc

Summary: Austin and his best friend Nik, go out and take care of multiple drug deals. They’re night runners and it’s their job to do such things. A client overstays his welcome, and pushes the boundaries. Eventually leading Nik trying to resuscitate an overdosed woman, with Austin killing the client.

Warnings: cursing, threatening, fluff (?), murder, overdose, r*pe, orgy, murder, substance use, substance abuse, knife, gun, gore, blood, smut (?), cigarettes, smoking, strangling, choking, dealing, all I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: This chapter is a bit darker than your average chapter (of the series). I wrote this at 3AM. Have mercy on me bros. PT. 6 PT.8

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Austin was chowing down on a Red Delicious. Chomping down on it, he was gnawing on it like it was some sort of bone. Nik, who was beside him lit a cigarette to smoke. “The fuck is going on around here.” Nik muttered as he was side eyeing a couple beside him.

The woman beside him was completely naked, the male on top of her was going down. Austin didn’t even notice it, in fact. The boy was enjoying his Red Delicious. Nik could feel a woman rubbing up against his back. “Austin what the fuck did Al put us in?” He craned his head towards his friend.

“I dunno,” Austin remained oblivious, “this is a really good apple though.” He smiled at his friend. Looking over to see all the naked people around him. “Oh yeah an orgy, heh.” He sniffled. “Yeah Al wants us to meet someone.”

He bit down on the core of the Apple. Spitting out the seeds before he finished the whole thing. Nik and Austin stuck out. Partially because they weren’t naked.

Nik wore his usual outfit. With Austin somewhat matching it. Wearing a black dress shirt that wasn’t really buttoned. Out of the six buttons only four were clicked together, which caused half of his chest to be exposed. He wore black slacks, and like always, a pair of ripped low tops.

Austin had been wearing nice outfits for the past few weeks because Aurilia had gotten tired of seeing him in the same thing. A tank top with ripped sweatpants. Even Al and Keith got tired of it. So, Al wanted his tailor to pick out his kid brother's clothes. His tailor did so happily, she loved Austin.

Nik flicked his cigarette away, grabbing another. Austin looked around, he wasn’t paying much attention to the orgy happening around him. But his eyes were narrowed towards a lady who was approaching them. She was in nothing but lace panties.

Austin nudged his friend. Who was staring down at the ground so he wouldn’t see anything. In spite of the place being filled with obnoxious moaning and groaning, the music was still ear breaking like usual. “I ain’t lookin’ up Aus. Ain’t no fuckin’ way man. I’m good.”

“You gotta man. You gotta—“

“Aus go fuck y’self.”

“Jesus,” Austin pouted, scratching the back of his ear, “someone’s grumpy.” He stopped conversing with Nik once the woman was in front of both of them. She was smiling.

Standing still with her hand on her waist. “You must be Al’s boys?” She asked.

Austin glanced at Nik who was still smoking away while staring at the ground. Looking at the woman. “Yes, we are ma’am.”

“You got the package?” She raised a brow. Austin eagerly nodded, grabbing the grip of the suitcase to lift it up. An affectionate smile plastered on the woman’s face. She was amused with Austin. “Al didn’t tell Curtis that’d he bring such attractive men, I’m Cherry.” She offered her hand so she could lead them through the sweaty crowd.

Austin took her hand, holding it in his. He handed her the suitcase as well, to which she took. “I’m Austin,” he smiled, “that there is Nik.” He flicked his head to his friend. Nik still didn’t budge. Without thinking, Austin held Nik’s hand. Which yanked him off the chair. Once Cherry got the hint that they were ready, she led them through the crowd. All three of them holding hands.

Nik coughed and sputtered like a broken down train. He had felt something rub on his crotch. Of course he didn’t know what it was since his eyes were closed, his free hand covering them just in case.

Austin was oblivious. He was humming a tune and looking around. “Yeah nice place you got here.” His eyes were looking at the ceiling. Cherry looked back at him for a moment. He’s cute… but.. dumb. She chuckled to herself.

Slipping to the backstage of the club. She opened the doors to the makeup room. To which, even more naked dancers were. As they walked through the makeup room, Cherry opened the door to another room.

It was a VIP room… in the makeup room. There is a VIP room in the makeup room?? Austin looked around confused. Ignoring the oval shaped couch in front of him to which a man was sitting on it. Austin felt Cherry let go of his hand, in response he let go of Nik’s hand.

Cherry walked towards the man. “Hey Curtis- these are Al’s boys.” She introduced them. “They came with your package.” She put the suitcase down on the coffee table that was in front of the couch. Austin finally looked at the man.

He was shirtless, and beside him were two naked women underneath his arms. Because of course this is a club for orgys. Austin thought to himself. The man had his hair slicked back, with a clean shaven beard that was even. A cigar in his mouth, and he was wearing black silk pants.

“Thank you Cherry,” with those words he dismissed her.

She walked back to Austin. His eyes trailed her, until she stopped in front of him. “You should come by.” She said suggestively with her hand on his chest, going on her tippy toes. She gently tapped her lips against his, a quick peck on the lips before she left them. Nik, on the other hand was staring with a perked eyebrow and narrowed eyes. Confused as to what was happening.

Austin cleared his throat, looking back at Curtis. “So, you got the money?” He went straight to business.

“Woah, hold on.” Curtis smiled, puffing out smoke. “We gotta check the drugs first.” He grabbed Austin’s suitcase. Opening it up, he was greeted with foiled boxes. He cut them open, and out came heroin. It was white, snow white. Pure heroin. “Al’s improved his recipe…” Curtis wiped the heroin on his teeth. Nik and Austin watched quietly as Curtis suddenly ripped into the bag. Throwing it onto the girls beside him.

Austin was getting increasingly annoyed. “You checked your doe now give me the money.” His tone was harsh.

“Let us have some fun here.” Curtis pushed Austin away. In a blink of an eye Austin grabbed his switchblade. Jumping over the coffee table so he wouldn’t dirty the heroin. He grabbed Curtis’ forehead, pushing it back so the blade of his knife was against his neck.

“Listen here you blood sucking pimp. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. I waited out there by the bar for a fucking hour. Then I walk through a sweaty ass orgy crowd that’s tryna pull me in. Not to mention, I didn’t even get to eat two apples!” His voice boomed in the VIP room. “So give me the fucking money!” He pressed the blade deeper.

“Alright alright!” Curtis thought Austin was being unreasonable. Slowly moving his hands down, Curtis grabbed a suitcase off the ground. Austin without looking away from Curtis grabbed the suitcase, handing it to Nik.

Nik took it, quickly unlocking it. He started counting the stacks inside. In about two minutes, he finished. “Hundred-kay.” Nik informed Austin, closing the suitcase right after.

“Good,” pulling away from Curtis. He put his switchblade back into his pocket. Looking over at the two women, “ladies.” He dipped his head. He and Nik leaving right after.

—

Nik and Austin dropped off the suitcase. Al let Keith open the case to count the cash. Taking out 10k, they split it into 5k and gave it to both of them. 5k each.

Austin looked at the stack. He wanted to give it to Aurilia to thank her for taking care of him recently. Inhaling deeply, they both shoved the money in their pockets. “Listen you two,” Al began. Nik and Austin tilted their heads to indicate they were listening. Al breathed in, “there’s new competition. Brent told me he saw them in our territory.” He looked at both of them.

A nod in response.

“I told every dealer this. But if you see em, unfamiliar dealers. They’re it. So take the it out of the picture.” Al ordered.

“Got it.” Austin and Nik both said in sync. They both left together to walk deeper in the basement. Austin had known what Al was talking about. He recognized people at campus that would deal around the dorms.

Austin was leaning against the pillar, his hand in his pocket. His other holding the phone as he could hear Aurilia’s sweet voice. “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop at five yeah?”

“Yeah,” she responded, “and don’t be late.” She added sharply. “You’re always late.”

“I won’t.” He promised. Looking behind him, he could see Nik wrestling with Keith. Even though Keith was much smaller. That of being 6’3” and Nik being 6’8” Nik had the advantage. But, didn’t use it for some reason. “I gotta go.” He said, hearing shouting in the background.

“Pfft,” she snorted. For some reason when he heard that. The brightest smile appeared on Austin’s face.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“I can hear the background.” She had a lighthearted giggle. It was dumb that Austin was calling her while she could hear multiple people shouting in the back. “You should call me when you’re alone.”

“I missed you though.” He said defensively. “I mean—“ stopping himself. I love you. He added those words in his head. “—you’re very important to me.”

“Likewise,” Austin could hear her smile, “cya at five?”

“Definitely. Cya.”

“Cya.” The call ended. And Austin looked up, seeing Keith punch Nik on the ribs. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Austin pushed through the cheering crowd. Crossing his arms over his chest. Nik collapsed on the ground, with Keith crawling on top of him. His fist plummeted into Nik’s face. In response, three taps on the floor. He tapped out.

Keith gently pat Nik’s face. “You alright?” He asked gently.

“Good.” Nik held up a thumbs up. Keith quickly got up, stepping back. He grabbed Nik by the arm, lifting him up. He put his arm over Nik’s shoulders, walking him over to the chairs.

“Brent and Austin you’re up.” Al said, pointing to the two of them. Austin quickly unbuttoned his shirt, walking to the center of the basement. While he was doing so, he took out his piercing and his two bands. Brent followed behind, throwing his own shirt off as well. Austin heard him unbuckling his belt, throwing it off.

They stood in the center. The crowd was completely quiet. Before every fight, they would fist bump each other.

Brent was the first to attack. He swung at Austin, who stepped back to dodge. Another swing, met with another stepped back. Brent slammed his fist against Austin’s abdomen, causing him to almost throw up. Flexing his abdomen to take in the oncoming punches, he felt another punch to his abdomen again, met with a swing across the face.

A low ‘ooo’ left the crowd. Austin almost fell back, shaking himself as he stood straight. Wiping his already bleeding nose. Austin lunged forward, landing a punch on Brent’s ribs, then an uppercut to daze his opponent.

Brent toppled over just like that. His face hitting the hard cement, blood splattered from his nose. A deep cut near his eye. Turning around quickly on his knees, Austin punched him down. Brent tried grabbing at Austin’s face, only to be pushed off.

Grabbing his hair, his face slammed down on the ground. He did this repeatedly until he could see Brent lose a tooth. All the anger that was pent up in him, he could finally unleash it today.

Brent gathered up all the strength he had in him to push Austin off. Balling up his fist weakly, he tried to hit his opponent on the jaw. Only to be thrown off. Austin got off the ground, spitting blood out.

Brent got off after, they both grabbed at each others shoulders. Pushing against one another. Austin quickly countered with moving his arms underneath Brent’s armpits. Hooking them underneath, he straightened out his hunched back to pick Brent up. Twisting his body, Brent’s back slammed on the ground, with Austin following behind like a domino affect.

Austin turned around to pin Brent down on the ground. Flipping him over onto his front, he grabbed Brent’s arm and pulled it behind his opponent’s back. Twisting it and bending it the opposite direction. Brent tapped the ground repeatedly, letting out painful screams.

Austin immediately let go of his friend. Weakly pushing himself off Brent. “You okay?” He asked, picking his friend off the ground.

“Can barely see shit. But I’m good.” Brent smiled through bloody teeth. They both walked back into the crowd.

Austin approached his eldest brother who had just called out who would be fighting next. Al looked at Austin, gently patting his face. “Good job, kid.” He praised. “You definitely are my brother.”

Austin dipped his head in thanks. Leaving after to go sit beside Nik. Nik was smoking a blood stained cigarette. Austin would watch the fights go on, his eyes narrowing as he watched.

As he walked up the basement while buttoning his shirt. It was already 4:30PM. He’d be late for his meeting with Aurilia. As he exited out the bar, he began running to the coffee shop.

—

Opening the door of the coffee shop. It was 5:10PM. He was late by ten minutes. Aurilia looked up at him, seeing him brush his hair back with his hands. He was buttoning up his shirt and wiping off lint. She saw him reach into his pocket to put his bands on, as well as his earring.

Walking over to her to sit at her side. She scooted over, seeing him wipe his nose. He looked at her face, blinking cluelessly. She squinted at him. His eye was freshly bruised, and his cheek was cut. “What’d you do?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He said calmly, brushing it off.

“You jump off a ramp or some shit? You look awful.” She leaned back to look at him clearly. His knuckles were freshly bruised and cut. His left knuckles had deep gashes in them. “Did you fight?”

“What? No—“

“Austin.” She groaned from annoyance. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“I’m fine.” He reassured, patting his chest down. “Don’t worry. It’s just something Al does alright?” Scooting closer to her, she had rolled her eyes. “C’mon,” he whined.

“You’re a handsome guy.” She had a calm voice, but there was a hint of worry slipping in. “Frankly, I like it. I want you to remain handsome. Don’t you?”

Austin never cared much for his looks. He was a drug dealer. Girls would suck his dick if he was ugly for some pot or powder either way. “No.” He had a blank tone.

“You don’t care about anything.” She muttered, tired of him.

“I care about you.” He pushed his bruised hand towards hers that was resting on the table. Gently pressing his index finger on hers. His hand crawled underneath hers so he could hold it.

“I care about you as well.” She looked at both their hands. “So please- take care of yourself.”

“I have you to take care of me.” That snarky smirk appeared on his face. “Oh, right.” Reaching into his pocket. “I got us some money.”

“Us?” She emphasized.

“Yeah..” his eyes looked to the side, questioning himself, then at her, “we’re friends.”

“Oh- oh. I’m dumb.” She muttered under her breath. Her cheeks slowly flushed with light pink.

“Here.” He put down 2.5k on the table. “We split fifty. So… two-point-five kay for you.”

“I can’t-“

“Just take it.” He pressed, ignoring her request. “C’mon, you always take care of me. So let me take care of you.” His tone became whiney mixed with a bit of frustration from her stubbornness.

“Alright alright,” she shook her head, “I don’t agree with this.” But it didn’t stop her from hiding it in her backpack. She looked at his outfit, seeing a bit of white powder, and she brushed it off of him. For the past few weeks he was actually voluntarily wearing nice outfits. “You look nice.” Leaning on his shoulder. She linked her arm around his, their fingers intertwined.

“Al’s tailor has taken a liking to me.” He smirked, shaking his head. It was unbelievable to him still.

“I can’t blame them. You look good in everything.” She commented. Looking at him fondly. Even though he was bruised up, she still took in the time to admire his features. “Why do you fight anyways?”

“It makes me feel something.” He answered without a second thought. “I don’t feel dead. I actually feel… alive. It’s just…” turning to face her. “..you actually feel something. You get high off of the excitement and adrenaline. It’s amazing what the body can do when that adrenaline kicks in y’know?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head, not wanting to judge him. Everyone had their vices. His just happened to be fighting. Breathing in, “do you feel something with me?”

“Yeah,” smiling while looking at her, “always.” He swore. She smiled back at him, shaking her head before looking back at her book that was displayed on the desk. “Do you feel something with me?” He repeated her question to her.

She answered with no hesitation. Looking him square. “Yeah, always.” She echoed. He looked away after she said that, biting his tongue to keep himself from smiling. “Like I said on the phone, you’re important to me.” She recalled.

“Yeah. Likewise.” He cleared his throat. Looking back at her, he leaned his head down. She, craned her head upwards towards his. They stopped until their noses touched. “Want an apple?” He asked.

“No.” She smiled, pulling her head away from his. She went back to reading quietly. Austin bit his lower lip. Looking away from her. I can’t get involved with her. He leaned back, closing his eyes.

Aurilia looked over at her friend. Seeing how he had already fallen asleep in three minutes. He was breathing deeply, with his arms laying by his side. As she watched him sleeping soundly, she had came to the slow realization that there was a possibility she loved him much more than intended.

—

Austin woke up an hour later. Aurilia was leaning on his shoulder, breathing a bit deeply. She had fallen asleep as well. Looking out the window of the shop. He could see something across the street, someone was holding a newspaper. It was folded up, and bagged. Ten bucks was handed towards the person.

Not even five minutes later, it was the same thing. Five minutes later, it was the same thing. Austin knew what it was, another drug deal. He knew cause only dealers charged ten bucks for weed. Not for newspapers. Newspapers were worth two bucks tops. Not a solid ten.

Not to mention when Austin first began dealing. He took the same route. With the newspapers. Staring at the dealer, they looked unfamiliar. They weren’t one of Al’s boys. He knew that damned well.

This person, whoever he was. Was dealing in the wrong territory. Al had already claimed his turf. Anyone who deals in it, would get jumped. But it was odd, turf was claimed by the clubs, bars, gas stations, or liquor shops, someone owned, as well as tags.

Which had only meant one thing to him. Someone was coming into Al’s turf to deal. They must’ve bought a building close by. He concluded, looking away to grab his phone from his pocket. Wanting to message his eldest brother to inform him what he just saw.

In less than a minute. He had gotten a response. ‘Take care of it.’ It read. Austin slid his phone away.

—

Aurilia shifted awake, letting out a mewl of a yawn. Austin looked at her, as she pushed herself off his shoulder. It was 8PM, she was supposed to have left an hour ago to her dorm.

“You’re late by an hour.” Austin told her. She looked at him with half opened eyes. Smacking her lips in response. He placed his palm on the back of her head, gently wiping her eyes with his other hand so she could see clearly. “Wake up, doll.” He hummed softly.

“I’m up.” She whined at him, pushing his hand away. She grabbed her book to slip it into her backpack. He was the first to get up, then she got up. They bid their goodbyes to Mr. Reed just before they left the shop.

Austin looked past his shoulder, the dealer was still there. Waiting for his customers.

After dropping her off. Austin had met with Nik. Who was wearing a black leather jacket. He wore a white button up that was barely even buttoned, as well as his black slacks like usual. “Sup,” he puffed out a cloud.

Austin saw the cigarette was a black cigarette with a gold filter. “Nat Sherman Black Gold?” He named the brand.

“Yeah,” Nik smiled, “Al gave me a box.” He chuckled. Smoke blowing out his nose.

“Getting fancy out here.” Austin shook his head, “lets do what we came to do.” Both of his hands in his pockets. They were both walking side by side. Both made their way to the Coffee Shop, seeing a guy passing out newspapers.

“That’s him huh.” Nik grabbed another Nat Sherman, lighting it ablaze. He reached into his pocket to get another pack, grabbing a Camel Unfiltered to hand to Austin. Austin wasn’t a smoker, but he was taught how to smoke in situations like this.

A smoker who was looking for a deal looked promising to another dealer, but two? Even better. Nik struck the match for Austin who popped the camel in his mouth. Nik leaned down to light it for Austin, stepping back. Austin inhaled deeply, tasting the sweetness of the tobacco. He kept the cigarette in his mouth, slipping both hands in his pockets.

Both walking across the street, looking of course. They both approached the guy on the bench. He wasn’t selling his newspapers, just sitting there. “Hello.” Austin took a drag, grabbing the cigarette between his index and middle finger. The man looked up, he was around the same age as Austin. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“…Tommy,” he muttered.

“What?” Nik leaned forward.

“Tommy!” He said more clearly. “I’m Tommy… you?”

“I’m Aus,” he smiled, looking at Nik who was beside him, “Nik.” He pointed simply. Looking back at Tommy. “Tommy huh?” Austin repeated his name. “Never met no Tommy. Have you Nik?”

“Nah.” He shook his head.

Austin caught the disgusting aroma of weed. “Your paper smells a bit like weed.” He smiled ever so charmingly. “Right Nik?”

Nik inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I can smell weed and cigarettes.” He agreed.

“You sellin’ doe?” Austin perked up. Tommy looked at the both of them, confused. But, he gave a nod in confirmation.

“You lookin’ to buy?” He asked the both of them. They gave nods, eager nods. “Ten an ounce.” He revealed his prices. Austin and Nik both looked at each other, smiling a bit.

Looking back at Tommy. Austin flicked his cigarette away, launching at Tommy. Both fell off the bench, and Nik dove into the plastic basket which held the newspapers. Getting lighter fluid from his pocket, he dumped it in. Lit a match quickly then dropped it in the basket. The basket erupted into flames, causing Nik to flinch away.

Austin wrapped a rope around Tommy’s neck. Tightening it as he dragged Tommy’s thrashing body. He was clawing at the rope on his neck, trying to get it off. “Shh shh sh.” Austin sang. “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you.” He promised. Nik grabbed Tommy’s legs, lifting him up to help Austin with dragging Tommy.

They both dropped him onto gravel that belonged underneath the bridge of the highway, ignoring the nearby homeless people. Nik grabbed a gun from the inside of his leather pocket. It was a Colt M1911, a cult classic. One of the most famous and comfortable pistols.

Nik handed it to Austin, who took it in his grip. Holding it by the grip with his index finger resting on the barrel. The safety was still clicked on. They wanted to scare Tommy, not kill him. “So your name is Tommy, you’re a dealer. But you sure as hell ain’t a dealer for Al.”

“Al?” Tommy sprawled onto his back, quickly getting on his knees and raising his hands. “You guys are Al’s boys?”

“You were dealing in Al’s territory-“

“Woah woah woah!” Tommy exclaimed in surprise. He was frantically looking between Nik and Austin. “I thought I was dealing in Curtis’ territory. Not Al’s.”

“Curtis?” Austin repeated the name.

“Yeah,” Tommy was spilling the beans. He had heard a lot of things about Al’s men. Frankly, he did not want to fuck with them. Especially with a guy who had a gun pointed to his head. After all, he had just started working for Curtis. He wasn’t too deep in yet, “Curtis owns the massage place just down the street of the coffee shop.” Tommy started.

“What goes on there?” Austin knew about the stupid orgy club. Now he just wanted to know if he was pimping out the workers at the massage place.

“From what I know. He imports girls from all over. Especially Asia, he sneaks them there. Makes them work at the massage place.” He said honestly. “He comes there everyday by twelve-pm dead. If you work for him, you get benefits there.”

Nik and Austin raised their brows. “Why’d you work for him?” Austin asked.

Tommy blankly stared at him. Then looked at Nik who was lighting another Nat Sherman. Looking back at Austin. He breathed in, washing away his embarrassment. “…I really wanted a walkman.” He admitted.

Austin squinted in confusion. Lowering the gun from Tommy’s face. “You wanted a walkman?”

“Yeah… y’know the ones-“

“I know what they are.” Austin cut him off. “Did you want Sony’s or what?”

“Yeah.”

“Sony’s?” Nik scoffed. “Sony makes some expensive ass fuckin walkmans. Last one was seven-hundred at the vintage store.” He claimed.

“Huh,” Austin too scoffed, “no shit.” He smirked. Reaching into his pocket to grab the 2.5k. He grabbed 700 bucks out of it, walking towards Tommy. “Here. For your walkman…” he offered his peace token. Tommy was astonished by this gesture but, gladly took the buck. “Aye listen Tommy,” Austin crouched down to swing his arm over Tommy’s shoulder. “I appreciate what you told us.”

“Yeah course, I don’t want any trouble.” Tommy nodded, understanding why they did what they did.

“You should go work for Al. He pays handsomely. Go down to the Lights Out bar, and go to the bartender named Joe. Tell him you want a job, and flick your head towards the basement. He’ll understand immediately and show you the way.” Austin promised.

“Thank you.” Tommy dipped his head deeply. Austin ruffled up his hair, getting up. He walked towards Nik and handed him the Colt.

“Have a good night.” Nik smiled through the cigarette.

“You too…” Tommy muttered, watching the pair walk away. He was amazed by them. Al’s boys are much nicer than I expected. He chuckled to himself, holding the 700 bucks in his hand. “What just happened?” He blinked.

Nik and Austin walked side by side. Nik’s messy black hair was pushed back, he shook his head violently. “Curtis was setting that boy up.” Nik looked at Austin lazily.

“I know.”

“What should we do?” Nik took a drag.

“The shit we always do.” He had a calm tone. “Tell Al.”

—

Al looked at them, his hands folded around his chest. “Curtis huh?” He was enraged. “I give him a pure batch and he does this to me?!” He snapped. “Pimps out chics?!”

“He’s the owner of an orgy strip club. What were you expecting? A hotel ballroom?” Austin challenged. Keith gave a nod in the background. His little brother made a good point.

“Take care of it.” Al muttered.

“How?” Austin questioned, tilting his head like a confused dog.

“The same thing we did to Ken.” He smiled.

—

Nik leaned on Austin’s shoulder. Both of their arms were folded and Austin hadn’t slept at all that night. His eyes remained on the massage place that was a block away from the coffee shop. ��Trinity Spa’ was the name of it.

Austin looked at his phone. It was 11:55PM. He saw a black Cadillac pull up to the side. Opening the door and out came Curtis with a batch of a few girls who were barely dressed.

He nudged his friend awake, a snort in response to the nudging. Nik snapped his eyes awake. That was the thing about Nik. He could wake up at an instant. Austin knew this was due to what Al did to both of them when they were kids. Austin took his time to wake up at times but, when he was around his brothers. Taking his time was not a thing.

“Shit he’s here?” Nik popped in a morning smoke, quickly lighting it.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” Austin smiled. Nik could see Keith’s smile reflecting off of his best friend. He shook his head, hating the fact that Austin and Keith shared the same mischievous smile.

After twenty minutes had passed, they both took the same amount of strides through the street. Opening the door quickly to the massage place. Austin and Nik both took out cash to pay for a session with one of the girls. Once they were cleared, they waited in the lobby for a moment.

Two Asian girls walked out, both were petite and small. He has a type. Austin thought to himself. Letting one of them take his hand to lead him into a private room, the other leading Nik away.

As they were both led into separate rooms. The woman pushed the door close, looking over at Austin. “Is there anything you want specifically?” She asked him in a gentle voice.

“Yes,” he sauntered over to her. Stopped in front of her. He loomed over her figure and he quickly grabbed her throat. Tightly gripping it as he took out his switchblade. He smiled gently, “hush hm?” He tilted his head, she nodded. “Curtis, y’know him don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Heroin? Y’know that too, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“He use it on you?”

Another nod.

“When you feel like shit. He used it on you so you can work, yes?”

A nod.

“I know he’s here. So tell me. Which room?”

She held up both her hands.

Looking at her hands. Room 10. Then back at her eyes. “Good girl.” He breathed. Letting go of her throat, she inhaled deeply. Trying to catch her breath. “Stay in here, yeah?”

“Mhm.” She looked up at him. He smiled a bit, leaving the room quietly. He looked at the lady at the front counter, she was focused on another customer. Who happened to be a male. Looking at the back of the building, he could see room 10 tucked behind a corner. Whistling as he walked by the other rooms, Nik walked out of his quietly, falling in with Austin.

As they turned the corner towards room 10. Nik pressed his hand against the door knob, twisting it slowly. It had suddenly stopped. It was locked. Nik, smiled a bit. Reaching into his jacket pocket to get out a lock pick. He leaned down, slowly inserting the pick into the key hole, he began picking.

Austin looked through the corner, the lady seeming occupied. He looked back at Nik, hearing a click. Getting up quickly, he opened the door without hesitation. Austin followed behind, seeing Curtis.

Curtis was on top of a woman who looked drugged out of her mind. Her arm was belted tightly, and there was a syringe in her arm. She laid sprawled on the bed, bare skinned. Curtis looked up, recognizing Austin immediately. He got off of her quickly. “Ey listen I can explain!”

“Why you son of a-“ Nik shut the door quickly. Austin grabbed Curtis by the neck and threw him down on the floor. Nik locked the door as he heard his friend go at it with Curtis, and went to the woman. He noticed how she was sweating, her eyes rolled back. Checking her pulse, it was slow.

“Hey- hey- hey hey!” He shouted. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.” He took off his leather jacket. “Narcan narcan narcan.” He repeated to himself, searching his jacket.

Curtis threw Austin off of him. Flipping him over, Austin’s back hit a cabinet. Curtis threw it on top of him, and Austin pushed it off with pure adrenaline. He threw a punch to the ribs, then an upper hook. Knocking Curtis down to the ground quickly. His fist plummeting into Curtis’ face repeatedly, crimson splotches splattered onto the wall.

Curtis lost a few teeth in the process, his nose cracked upon impact to another punch. Austin in turn was cutting all of his knuckles. He was using his left hand with his metal bands to punch the son of a bitch. Grabbing Curtis’ hair, he slammed his head against the wooden floor repeatedly until blood poured out of his head. Making Curtis face him, he smashed his fist on Curtis’ face. Austin let out every single bit of anger he felt inside himself.

In his head he was saying every curse word he could think of. Letting out anger he felt towards the death of his mother. His brother slashing his neck. His brother burning his neck. Forcing himself to accept the life of dealing. But nothing, nothing beat his hatred towards pimps. Why? Maybe because it was embedded in him to hate these Cocksuckers.

But the way they acted. Like arrogant pieces of shit who drugged up young women for their enjoyment? No. No after seeing what happened to his clients. Watching them overdose. He hated it. Maybe he was doing what he did to Curtis out of spite towards himself. But he didn’t care anymore.

Nik gently pat the woman’s face, opening her closed eyelids. “C’mon c’mon!” He prayed. He had already called 911. Pressing down on her chest to help her breathe. He looked at Austin, knowing what would happen if the police saw him doing what he was doing to Curtis. Curtis was already dead, but Austin kept beating down on him. “Austin!” He shouted. “Stop!” He ordered.

Austin snapped back to reality, looking at his bloody knuckles. He squinted his eyes a bit, confused. “What did I—“

“Get the fuck outta here!” Nik cut him off. “I called the police for her. If they catch you beating Curtis’ ass. They’re gonna lock you up!”

“I can’t leave-“

“Get. Out.” Nik warned. “I’ll be alright. I’m tryna keep her here. But you’re beating on a man.” He said. Austin nodded, Nik quickly tossed him a pair of gloves. And with that, Austin slipped away.

Running through the back door. He was met with a brick wall, grabbing the top of it. Pulling himself up, he jumped over the wall into the parking lot of another shop. He tumbled over, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. It was stained with Curtis’ blood, and he knew he had to get rid of it.

Wiping the blood off his face with his shirt. He breathed in deeply, he knew he had to get to Lights Out. Ruffling up his dirty hair, he shook himself. Clearing his throat. His black slacks were dark enough for the blood to blend in, the splatters making it look like art.

—

He threw his shirt into a dumpster that was often used as a fire pit in Lights Out. He was watching the shirt burn to bits, and after half an hour. Austin walked into the bar to use the shower.

Getting out of the shower, he walked to the basement. Joe eyeing after the boy. Austin opened the door and quickly walked down the steps of stairs. “Curtis is dead.” Austin said without any hesitation as he stepped in front of Al. Who was eating a PB&J sandwich.

“What?” Al blinked.

“I killed him.” He stated.

“Oh… shit.” Al was speechless. “Where’s Nik?”

“We separated.” He had a blank face, Al saw that he was empty. He had no feelings.

“Alright… you need anything?” Al looked at his kid brothers bare chest.

“Clothes.”

“Over there.” He pointed behind Austin to a dusty old box. He walked towards the old box. “Hey kid,” he called after his kid brother just before he opened the box. Austin looked back. “Take the day off.”

After Austin had changed from his clothes. He didn’t even need to think to himself. He already knew who he’d go see. Aurilia. He was desperate for her warmth.

[sisilafami]

2022

Rap:

Chicken P - BussaBrick Vol.2 : BussOne 101 / BussaBrick Vol.1 Deep In The Pot

Bandgang Lonnie Bands - Creatures In Paris / Scorpion Eyes / Hard 2 Kill Reloaded

Billy Woods - Aethiopes / Church

Rx Papi - Dope Deals And Record Sales Vol. 2 / First Week Out (Deluxe)

SME TaxFree - This One For My Brothers / Unexpected / Im Off The West / Cant Write This Shit vol. 2

Bear1boss - BEAR1BOSS

Cash Cobain & Chow Lee - 2 SLIZZY 2 SEXY (DELUXE)

DevStacks - Now They Know Us 3

MarijuanaXO - Da Under Dog / Growth & Development / Windshield Tinted

Quelle Chris - Deathfame

Big Ouee - Dreams Money Can Buy I & II

Tony Shhnow - Plug Motivation / Kill Streak 2 (deluxe) / Reflexions

Hook - From, Hook

CEO Trayle - Loosies Compilation / HH5 / The Collection / Vier

Joe Pablo - Blow the World

Wizz Havin - Mr. Too Sticky

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 3800 Degrees

RRB Duck - Still Standing / Top Side

DaeMoney - Slayer's Coming

Papo2oo4 - Ballerific

Shaudy Kash - On The Yeah Side / Young CBFW (Deluxe)

Certified Trapper - I'm Certified

42 Dugg x EST Gee - Last Ones Left

NoCap - The Main Bird

MarijuanaXO & Joe Pablo - Window Service / Window Service 2

$ilkMoney - I Don't Give a Fuck About This Rap Shit, Imma Just Drop Until I Don't Feel Like It Anymore

Mike - Beware of the Monkey

Sexyy Red - Ghetto Superstar

454 - FAST TRAX 3

Top$ide - Lost Files

MHPG Sound - Sound or Drown

Goldenboy Countup - Coach Golden 2 / Golden Ticket / The Rawest / Chicken Man 3 / Chill Golden

Baby Smoove - Im Still Serious 2

Babytron - Megatron

Boldy James - Fair Exchange No Robbery / Be That as It May / Mr. Ten08

LUCKI - FLAWLESS LIKE ME

E L U C I D - I Told Bessie

Karma2zz - New St Louis / Rookie Of The Year

Fly Anakin - Frank

Ayoolii - Personal Compilation 2022

Tisakorean - 1st Round Pick

Los and Nutty - 25 Features, Vol. 2

WB Nutty - City of Addiction

Hm:

1100 Himself & Mitchell - 2 Headed Goat

AKAI SOLO - Spirit Roaming

Ame - At The Fore /  No Mans Land

Babyface Ray - FACE (Deluxe Edition)

Bandmanrill - The Singles

Cash Cobain - SLIZZY TIMING

Damedot - The Umbrella Again

Dopeboy Ra - Book of PSlums Chapter 36 (Deluxe)

Duwap Kaine - Underdog 3 / Family Guy / Kaine's Diary / A Doggs Influence / Faith Like Esther

Four50 - Glasshouse

Ghetto Baby Boom - Ghetto Mode

Izaya Tiji - WASP / Nevameant2b 

Jelly - Wolf of Peachtree 2

Ka - Woeful Studies / Languish Arts

KanKan - WAY2GEEKED

Kodak Black - Kutthroat Bill Vol. 1

Lil Baby - It's Only Me

Lil Uzi Vert - RED & WHITE

Mavi - Laughing so Hard, it Hurts

Moh Baretta - DOGMA II

Money Waters - The Porch II

Open Mike Eagle - Component System with the Auto Reverse

Princesa 28 - Princesa WorldWide V2

Reed - Reed

Roc Marciano - The Elephant Man's Bones

Rodneyy - #OGTG

RXK Nephew - BEEN BALLIN IN OUTER SPACE / My Wrist Need Rehabilitation / Universal Slither

Sickboyrari - City Of Crows

Shawny Binladen - Wick City (Deluxe)

Summrs - FALLEN RAVEN

Tae Rackzz & Javi Turnt - Our Year

WiFiGawd - Charge It To The Game

Wiki & Subjxct5 - Cold Cuts

WTM Milt - Dog$hit & Ammunition / RAFA

Young Bleed - Dare' Iza' God

Young Nudy - EA Monster

Yeat - 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

R&B:

Cruel Santino - Subaru Boys - FINAL HEAVEN

Jacquees - Sincerely For You

Brent Faiyaz - WASTELAND

Jazmine Sullivan - Heaux Tales, Mo’ Tales The Deluxe

Contemporary :

Olli Aarni - Suontee- 23112021

Clara de Asís & Ryoko Akama - sisbiosis

Malin Bång - Works for Orchestra

Natasha Barrett -  Heterotopia

Björk - Fossora

Joshua Bonnetta - Innse Gall

Brannten Schnüre - Das Glück vermeiden 

Björg Brjánsdóttir - VÍDDIR

Isaiah Ceccarelli - Toute clarté m’est obscure

Delphine Dora - a l'abri du monde

Jacob Dwyer - The Devil Museum

Jürg Frey - Borderland Melodies

goo age - Open Zone

Howard Stelzer - The Flemish Giants (Suburban Observances Vol. 5)

Atte Elias Kantonen - POP 6 SUSURRUS

Nile Koetting - Remain Calm

Lance Austin Olsen - Fukushima Rising

Michael Pisaro & Keith Rowe - Venerable Bede

Francis Plagne - The Refrain

RLW - Tunnel

Manja Ristic - Him, fast sleeping, soon he found In labyrinth of many a round, self-rolled

Vanessa Rossetto - The Actress

Wojciech Rusin - Syphon

Sombra ac​ú​stica - Sombra acústica

Stateside - Mouthfeelings Sessions

Stefano Scodanibbio - String Quartets

Havadine Stone - Old Young

Valerio Tricoli - Say Goodbye To The Wind

Simon Whetham - Invitation to Migrate to a New Planet

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qua - Hasbulla ep

DJ Travella - Mr Mixondo

islurwhenitalk  - ☥skkkult r𖤐dio☥

Model Home - Model Home 20

Jana Rush - Dark Humor

BILLY G - billy.exe

HiTech - HiTech

Vivid The Producer - HEALING

Theo Parrish - Ooh Bass

Andy Loebs - Flexuous Vertex 

Jazz ?:

Andrew Cyrille / Wadada Leo Smith / Qasim Naqvi - Two Centuries

BI BA DOOM - graceful collision

LIFTED -  3

New Old:

Henning Christiansen - OP.163 PENTHESILEA

Luc Ferrari - Solitude Transit

Jigen - Blood's Finality 狂雲求敗

Miles Davis - That's What Happened 1982-1985 The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7

Nature - 98' Nate

Universal Liberation Orchestra - Communion

Iannis Xenakis - Electroacoustic Works

[thenerdsofcolor]

Hard NOC Life 328: It's Clobberin' Nostalgia Time

Keith and Dominic are back and so are some of your favorite childhood Marvel Memories! For the Boomers, Marvel Studios’ Fantastic Four announcement was dripping with ’60s sentimentality. Meanwhile, Millennials were mesmerized by the X-Men ’97 teaser. Naturally, it’ll require a couple of Gen X-ers to break down what it all…

[burghq]

mw fcs?

oh i would love to see anyone you have the most muse for !! but here's a list for both.

female: sofia carson, shailene woodley, viola davis, nina dobrev, alyson hannigan, eliza dushku, coco jones, elizabeth gillies, sandra oh, ana de armas, aubrey plaza, elizabeth olsen, crystal reed, emeraude toubia, katherine mcnamara, angela bassett lauren cohen, zoe saldana, sydney park, elizabeth olsen, laura harrier, kelsey chow, zion moreno, chyna mccaine, logan browning, naomi harris, zendaya, holland roden, suki waterhouse, literally anyone !!

as for males maybe: chris evans, daveed diggs, oliver stark, jordan fisher, zayn, ben barnes, boyd holbrook, pedro pascal, matthew gray gubler, michael b jordan, kenneth choi, tom holland, joshua bassett, avan jogia, dane deehan, keith powers jacob elordi, jesse williams, charlie hunnam, dev patel, douglas booth, dylan o'brien, oscar isaac, aaron taylor johnson, robert sheehan, jeremy allen white, jamie dornan, charles michaels davis, tommy martinez, nicholas hoult, anthony mackie, harry shrum jr, sen mitsuji, stephen james, sendhil ramamurthy, steven yeun, jai courtney would be great !!

[persephone-nymph]

Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Keith Haring, and others, Mr Chow, 1985, photo by Michael Halsband

[ulkaralakbarova]

The story of the romance between the King of Siam (now Thailand) and the widowed British school teacher Anna Leonowens during the 1860s. Anna teaches the children and becomes romanced by the King. She convinces him that a man can be loved by just one woman.  Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Anna: Jodie Foster King Mongkut: Chow Yun-fat Tuptim: Bai Ling Louis: Tom Felton The Kralahome: Syed Alwi General Alak: Randall Duk Kim Prince Chowfa: Lim Kay Siu Princess Fa-Ying: Melissa Campbell Prince Chulalongkorn: Keith Chin Moonshee: Mano Maniam Beebe: Shanthini Venugopal Lady Thiang: Deanna Yusoff Lord John Bradley: Geoffrey Palmer Lady Bradley: Ann Firbank Mycroft Kincaid: Bill Stewart Khun Phra Balat: Sean Ghazi Phim: K.K. Moggie Noi: Dharma Harun Nikorn: Harith Iskander Pitak: Yank Kassim Interpreter: Afdlin Shauki Lady Jao Jom Manda Ung: Swee Lin Neo King Chulalongkorn: Ramli Hassan Captain Blake: Robert Hands Scarfaced leader: Lim Yu-Beng Justice Phya Phrom: Kenneth Tsang Second Judge: Kee Thuan Chye Third Judge: Patrick Teoh Lady of Court No.1: Aimi Aziz Lady of Court No.2: Ellie Suriaty Lady of Court No.3: Tina Siew Ting Lee Lady of Court No.4: Ruby Wong Cheuk-Ling Lady of Court No.5: Zaridah Abdul Malik La-Ore: Fariza Azlina Scout No.1: Ahmad Mazlan Scout No.2: Razif Salimin Siamese Trader: Zaibo Shipping Dock Woman: Pak Ling Mercenary: Mahmud Ali Basah Distraught Villager: Zulhaila Siregar Film Crew: Producer: Lawrence Bender Original Music Composer: George Fenton Screenplay: Steve Meerson Screenplay: Peter Krikes Casting: Priscilla John Director of Photography: Caleb Deschanel Producer: Ed Elbert Editor: Roger Bondelli Production Design: Luciana Arrighi Costume Design: Jenny Beavan Director: Andy Tennant Novel: Anna Leonowens Original Music Composer: Robert Kraft Set Decoration: Ian Whittaker Unit Production Manager: Leila Kirkpatrick Gaffer: Laurie Shane Best Boy Electric: Ron Shane Movie Reviews: CinemaSerf: This is a great looking film; the beautiful photography (Malaysia not Thailand) is stunning and George Fenton’s sympathetic score helps create a stylish setting for this retelling of the story about an English widow – played here by Jodie Foster – who takes up a position as governess to the children (and wives) of King Mongkut of Siam (Chow Yun-Fat). This story departs pretty drastically from the original text and turns into more of a sentimental love story tempered by treasonous activities from within the King’s extended family. The principle performances are both gentle and sensitive, though Jodie Foster’s accent is a little forced, and Bill Stewart puts in a good effort as the dodgy British trader “Mycroft Kincaid”. It is just too far removed from the original for me, but I’d watch it again….

[bluesrocknrollingstones]

Here's some more by Andy Warhol :)

[resmarted]

chowing down on my mom's chocolate candy stash while she giggles and cheers like a schoolgirl in the next room over keith richards appearing on a late night talk show 😎