#Silent Addy

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MOLIY & Silent Addy, Skillibeng, Shenseea - Shake it to the max (Remix)

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Moliy ft. Silent Addy, Skillibeng & Shenseea - Shake It To The Max (Remix)

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Song of the Day: Shake It To The Max (Fly) Remix

Artists: MOLIY, Silent Addy, Skillibeng, & Shenseea

Original: Shake It To The Max (Fly) - MOLIY & Silent Addy

Lyrics: English & Spanish

Album: N/A

Genre: African Beat/Reggaetón/Hip-Hop

[yemme]

Summa Deyah...

[curryvillain]

Elephant Man Starts The Party With The "Dancing To The Max" EP

The 2020s has been good to Dancehall Icon Elephant Man. With many falling by the wayside, the Deejay has managed to stay afloat with new music that connects with new and old listeners, and consistent bookings that finds him bringing his energy to different territories. 30 years is a huge feat, and he’s still making great things happen. He makes the people dance, and the mission is not over. He…

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Red Bull Culture Clash NYC 2024

On Saturday, June 1, 2024, the latest edition of Red Bull Culture Clash took place in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Four crews competed in four rounds to win over the crowd, with each team representing an annual NYC parade. There were decibel readings for each team after every round and the team with the most points would be crowned the winner.

The four crews were Remezcla (Puerto Rican Day parade), Papi Juice (Pride Parade), Eastern Standard Times (Lunar New Year), and No Long Talk (West Indian Parade). I was assigned to document NLT’s stage, which I was super excited about since my father was from Jamaica and I went to many West Indian Parades growing up. The final round had the crews bringing out special guests and it was pretty tough to beat No Long Talk’s surprise guests: YG Marley and Wyclef Jean. NLT also brilliantly handed out noisemakers to their supporters to help them be the loudest.

There’s a few images on my website here, plus a recap on the Red Bull website here, and a few more images on their Instagram accounts here and here.

[erenfox]

when the plot twist is so gut-wrenching it has you staring at the wall like 👁️👄👁️

[friendlessghoul]

Roscoe Arbuckle and Addie McPhail

[yoddhasblog]

I ordered five books. This wait is agony.

[shotbyshe]

Unpopular Opinions on Popular Books | My take on Bunny, The Silent Patient, Ninth House and more

[hellish-heart-ships]

Both Shanks and Addie’s crews are 100% on their knees begging them “just fuck already!” Whenever they see each other with how relentlessly they flirt

When they finally do it’s sheer and utter relief for everyone

[fortheloveoforanges]

March Reads

The Song of Achilles ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Beautiful book. Written in a very straightforward way which I enjoy. I went into this book without any background knowledge on the mythology, but was still able to understand the story as it played out.

Good Material ⭐⭐⭐

It's a book about a man's experience after a breakup. It's well written, but that's all to the plot.

The Silent Patient ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Great plot, great twist. The pacing is so good and I kept wanting to know what was next.

Us Against You ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Sequel to Beartown. I liked this one, but not quite as much as book one.

The Things We Do for Love ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Kristin Hannah writes women's stories beautifully. This is a story about motherhood and girlhood, and I felt connected to these characters.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue ⭐⭐⭐

I liked it, but didn't love it.

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summer lovin' - harry potter

summary: you decide to visit harry over the summer, playing the classic 'girl next door' so harry's uncle lets you in. wc: 0.8k+

Adjusting the purse hanging off your shoulder, you silently prayed that you looked like every other muggle in the neighbourhood. More so, you just hoped that your lying skills could get you past the Dursley’s front door. What could you say, summer had been uneventful so far and you knew for a fact that Harry hadn’t seen anyone’s face other than his insolent family’s. To say the least, your boyfriend could use the company.

Knocking on the door twice, it didn’t take long for it to swing open, a large angry man looking back at you. He held a briefcase and wore professional attire. Clearly, you caught him on his way out of the house. You mustered your best ‘girl-next-door’ smile for Harry’s abusive uncle, finally saying. “Hi! I’m looking for Harry Potter?” Easy enough introduction, right? Wrong. Uncle Vernon’s frown deepened, and you immediately knew he suspected you were a witch. “And who might you be?” He asked. “Oh, I’m y/n, sorry! My family and I just moved in a couple of streets down.” You gestured down the road, hoping that your acting was convincing enough. Alas, Vernon’s stare was unrelenting. “Harry and I met at the park yesterday, and he pointed this house out, said he lived here? I thought having some company could be nice.” Godric, it was really difficult trying to be nice for this man. Time to be pushy. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, you thought the man would send you on your way, but a stern looking lady walked past the door, calling out “Vernon, who’s at the door?” Vernon huffed, and you internally celebrated as he made way for you in the doorway. “First floor, last door to the left.” You didn’t bother thanking the man, speeding up the stranger’s stairs, barely hearing him answer his wife’s question.

You came to an abrupt halt in front of Harry’s door, hands flipping your hair over your shoulder before patting down your shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. You knocked on Harry’s door twice, looking down at your shoes nervously. From inside the room, Harry perked up at the sound of knocking on his door. No one in this household ever knocked. They just tried coming in before realising the door was locked, then banged angrily while yelling at him. But two polite knocks? Never. Curiously, Harry stood up from the bed, watching absentmindedly as Hedwig flew back into her cage. He unlocked the door, running a hand through his hair as he pulled it open.

The second Harry laid his eyes on you, he was convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him. He didn’t believe for a second that you were standing in front of him until your lips pulled into a wide smile. He whispered your name once, as though testing it on his lips. “Hey.” When Harry snapped out of it, his hands were instantly taking yours in his and pulling you into his room. He kicked the door shut, letting his arms snake around your waist whilst yours wrapped around his shoulders. “How, what-?” But Harry cut himself off by bringing you into a well-deserved kiss. You sighed in pleasure, gripping the bottom of his jumper. “How are you here?” He asked, reaching across your body to lock the door behind you.

“Told your uncle I moved down the street. Met you in the park.” Harry laughed, cupping your face in his hand gently. Harry led you towards his bed, and you took in the small room. You greeted Hedwig, but your smile dimmed slightly as your eyes scanned the area. Harry’s suitcase was still packed, open on the floor so he could pull clothes out as he pleased. His textbooks were piled on top of one another, his broom discarded to the side. You cleared your throat to brush the sadness you felt for him away. “I got you some newspapers and quidditch magazines.” You spoke, pulling them out of your purse. Harry’s eyes went wide “How’d you fit those in that?” “I’m a woman of many talents.” You winked at your boyfriend before adding “It’s got some sort of charm on it.” Harry took them from you gratefully, a wide smile on his face as he set them aside on his bed, his hands settling on your waist to pull you onto his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a couple of kisses on the exposed skin, softly mumbling “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on his lap to press a soft kiss on his lips. “Nothing like breaking you out in the middle of the night though, right?” Harry laughed, arms tightening around you. “What do you mean? You actually had to cross uncle Vernon, that’s way worse.” You shuffled on his lap so you could comfortable look at him, raising your eyebrows when you saw Harry’s face flush with a pink tint. You didn’t have time to ask what that was about before you felt his raising cock poking you in the thigh. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, but he welcomed the kisses you instantly gave him, turning to straddle him.

“Is it weird if we have sex in front of an owl?”

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[curryvillain]

.@MoliyMusic Shares Visual For "Shake It To The Max (Remix)" With @Skillibeng @ShenYeng

Looks like Ghanaian-American Recording Artist Moliy found gold with this one. Since late 2024, the Singer has been pushing her single, “Shake It To The Max (Fly)“. Paired with a catchy dance, it went viral on Social Media, especially on TikTok, and her name started to spread to more parts of the world. The Silent Addy-produced track was welcomed by a number of Artists, who went on to make their…

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cw; fratadjacent!ellie, mentions of prescription drugs and dealing, literally just for ‘23 tlou tumblr nostalgia 

attempt 747388282 of getting outta my block. barely edited bc i havent slept

How the hell do you introduce yourself to a dealer?

Initiating convos with a stranger with a hey, do you sell addies, seems a little rude for regular common folk, but do dealers actually care about introduction etiquette? Highly doubtful, but you despise assuming shit about people, much due to the fact that your brain has a deadly latching tendency, remembering everything it shouldn’t and forgetting everything you should remember. 

Dealers are driven by the dollar, aren’t they? Just like everyone else. Show the money, get the candy… or something? You doubt Mel would put you in harm's way. 

You came to your roommate in the middle of a breakdown: self-soothed through a panic attack with snot dripping down your nose and thoughts scattered like they always are. Always. Your brain never listens to reason and it’s torture. She held you while you cried and cursed the medical industry, all while your brain shattered to pieces, attempting to find solace in Mel’s softened whisper. 

I have this friend…

And of course, your brain never forgets. Your prescription is forever to blame for your shortcomings. Every unfinished essay, failed test, failed class — mindless scrolling — it’s all due to your lack of… candy. Brain candy. It’s fucked up how terribly you need it to get through school. If you don’t pop one at six in the morning everyday, every plan you make goes down the drain and into the sewers. 

Pharmacies are supposed to always have their shit together. Customers come in, grab their beans, and they dip for a month before doing it all over again. Visits are dandy until they aren’t, apparently. Out of all people, why did they have to fuck up yours? A year of going to the same location with the same pharmacist and they suddenly misplace the only jewels that keep your head on your neck. 

Sure, you could sue or commit arson to that entire building, but you decided spending the last bit of your free time bribing the go-to drug lord of campus would be much more beneficial. And less… endangering. 

Mel is close with drug dealers — a surprising fact to discover about your soft-toned friend. Ellie Williams is one of them, and she’s expecting your arrival, according to Mel. The texts between you and this faceless stranger were brief, aloof — quite business-like despite the topic of conversation. You only hear about her from the sidelines or your roommate, and everyone seems to have a consensus opinion. 

Evidently, she fucking sucks. And fucks. Literally and figuratively. Good for her? You don’t give a shit. She agreed to give you a month's supply of Dextro for fifteen bucks. Fuck the gossip and the pharmacy. 

That gets you knocking. It takes fourteen seconds for the door to open, and you're instantly hit with the wall of Mary. Jane, in particular, and she’s covered in red lights. 

The testy drug head doesn’t fit everybody’s description; her face is almost too sweet for her body. She’s literally wearing Spiderman PJs. What kinda dealer has freckles and rosy cheeks? Her eyes remind you of a deer’s despite the pink tint. Can deers even get high? 

One of the first things Ellie does is take in your Patrick Star slippers. Her grin is slight as she eyes them. 

“Huh.”

“… Hey.” 

“Hello.” 

You hate silence more than anything in the world. It’s so fucking awkward in this hallway. 

“Name?” 

… Maybe intros are necessary? “Oh. Uh. I’m Mel’s friend. I’m guessing y’all know each other? I’m—“

The a-ha she makes is very innocuous. This is the beast everyone always talks about? “My dex pickup, right?” 

You jokingly shrug, “in the flesh.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“You… you, too.” 

It’s silent again. Being shot in the face would be less painful than standing here. 

Soon, but not nearly enough, Ellie digs into her pocket to retrieve a very familiar looking orange bottle. It almost looks like yours minus the white sticker with your name and dosage. Just plain orange. And filled a hefty amount. A little over halfway. 

“Uh,” you stumble around in your jean pocket like an idiot. When you come up empty handed, you dig around in your back pocket. Then your other front, then your other back. 

Where the fuck is your twenty? 

“Uh… um…”

You check your bra and your shoulder bag and your sock, all while Ellie stares at you like you’re a walrus on stilts. 

“I’m… I dunno where my…” 

“Short?”

Flames burst beneath your cheeks. Too fucking short. If you were in a mafia film, you’d be strung up in front of Ellie’s door as a warning for loose pocketers. 

But Ellie’s not in the fucking mafia. She looks like she’s about to laugh. Before you can drown her in apologies, she hands you the clattering jar. 

“… Wh—“

“No offense, but… I think you needa fill.” 

This has to be a test. Ellie’s going to slice your hand clean off your wrist when you reach for your vice… Your prescription, you mean. Not vice—

“You want ‘em or not?” 

Impatient as fuck — very on brand. Just as your palm eagerly closes around the bottle, a shock of electricity pops from Ellie’s hand to yours. She flinches but you don’t. The horrifying screams from the little fuckers in your hand are too distracting. 

“Do I owe you?” 

She ponders for a second. Eyes you with curiosity. Snickers down at your slippers. 

“It’s cool. Just tell me if they work.” 

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Do I really have to explain the hierarchy to you?” 

“What do you think?” 

Ellie pins you with a playful glare, “I bought from someone new.” 

That doesn’t mean shit to you, so why are you attempting to make conversation? “Is that why you stocked me up?” 

“Sure.” 

“Are they laced?” 

She shrugs, “maybe.” 

That should induce fear… It never comes. You anticipate focusing too much to care. If you die, you die. 

This convo fucking sucks. And now it’s quiet because how the fuck are you supposed to respond to you potentially OD-ing? Your brain’s cranking but, just like every other time, you come up empty handed. 

“You can go now.” 

You try not to be bothered by her dismissing you. You shouldn’t be bothered by anything — she did you a favor. Ellie must really like your fucking slippers. She’s spoken to Patrick more than you this entire time. 

“… Thanks.” 

“No sweat. Get home safe.” 

Her door closes. Your chest opens. You convince yourself it’s with gratitude, and not at all due to the weird attraction you felt for that drugged-out freakazoid.