#macco

[loganlover3000]

MACCOOOOOOOOOO :3

here’s the blank ver :)

[oldshowbiz]

for the woman who has everything

[boanerges20]

Yamaha XJR1300 by Macco.

[girosnegros]

Arde Roma, Neron: Afterclass La Prende en México

Mexico, CDMX | Agencia de Noticias Guayacán leAks. El colectivo de hip hop Afterclass hizo su debut en la CDMX en la sala de conciertos Indie Rocks ofreciendo un showcase con talentos locales y una presentación de rap duro para sus ansiosos fans mexicanos quienes muy puntuales los esperaban.

5 PM. Mientras las tranquilas nubes de la tarde flotaban sobre las impermeabilizadas azoteas shedron de la colonia Roma, en las puertas del Indie Rocks un grupo de chicas y chicos aguardaban de pie. No son pocos, pero son jóvenes, hombres en su mayoría. Llevan ahí un rato esperando con los ánimos suficiente para para ver al Afterclass. Me les uní porque yo también estaba en esa misión y aproveché para sondear en persona el auge del rap colombiano. Según Spotify, un número importante de sus oyentes son mexas. Una chica en la fila con la que me puse a hablar sabía más de grupos de allá que los de aquí, e incluso me recomendó algunos.

A la sala entramos una hora más tarde de lo citado por "razones" de una logística lenta. La primera tanda de la tarde estuvo conformada por un pequeño desfile de talentos de cuatro o cinco presentaciones de micrófono abierto, asistida por Slider Beats quien puso las pistas de los MC's que vinieron de todas partes del Distro, incluso del Estado de México, a medir sus skills en un espacio de tres canciones por inscripción. Uno de ellos se atavió con una máscara creyendo que así se rifa más.

En cuanto a los shows de soporte para representar al underground nacional, Doped Mind salió a rapear como MC Sick Man sin la Primero Company y nada más que con su DJ. Manoteó, plaqueó, y tiró unos CDs para despertar al público que cabezeaba, pero del aburrimiento. Le precedió Iván Rahzul que subió solo, aunque se mostró seguro, le echó ganas, no le fue tan bien. Después vino DJ Bad Panda qué mezcló un set bien soso. Por último, una desganada Montbel tampoco conectó con la gente quienes a parte de estar medio hartos de un volumen irregular, de tediosas pausas entre actos, todavía tuvieron que soportar encima un puñado de shows soporíferos. ¿Distintos? Sí, pero con mala suerte ese día.

Hasta ahí con los teloneros. Para las 10pm el Indie ya estaba lleno y no cabía nadie más. Para fortuna de todos el volumen regresó con una energía renovada. Desde los decks DJ Kairo se encargó de prender de nuevo los ánimos de los heads chilangos para por fin darle entrada a Maco Matt, Luis7lunes, y Vic Deal. Cada uno de ellos con harto material de sobra como para hacer un show en solitario, pero que juntos is da shit, hermano. Además llevan bajo el brazo su próximo material, «Rap Cum Laude». Desde que arrancaron con 'Voladores del cerro', partieron la sala de rock sin tregua alguna durante cerca de dos horas en las que la raza no dejó de emocionarse. 7lunes nunca dejó de ver de frente, Maco era el más intenso de los tres, y a Vic se le veía de buen humor; cada uno con su propio carisma se convirtieron en las antorchas de la noche. "Pana, que el rap colombiano está que arde ahorita mismo" me dijo la misma chica de la fila, y le creí.

El Afterclass dio clases casi dos horas de cómo montarse un directo con ritmos gordos, juegos de coros, interludios en acapella, y una rotación continua de turnos, pero siempre tirando juntos pa' adelante con un repertorio de canciones robustas como 'R. A. Y. ' (una de mis favoritas), 'Roger Fender', 'Lavanda', '5 millones', u otras más nuevas como 'El emblema' que no dejaron a nadie indiferente. El hip hop que despliegan es un rap crudo y contagioso con un performance muy coordinado (prueba del tiempo que llevan de conocerse) y vibrante, pero aún así con poca interacción. Aunque los parceros prometieron regresar quién sabe cuándo, por ahora sus fans mexicanos quedaron contentos. A pesar de algunos inconvenientes que pudo arruinarlo, el concierto resultó mejor de lo que esperaba, con un público muy leal que cantó, brincó, y que aguantó vara hasta el final.

No sé qué futuro tengan los raperos colombianos, pero por lo menos parece brillante. La próxima visita de los No Rules Clan confirmada por los Afterclass antes de bajarse son ejemplos del crecimiento de la popularidad de sus artistas que literalmente se hacen cada vez más presentes. Así que burn, baby, burn!.

ᵢ ₜₕₑ Wᵢₜₜₙₑₛ

[rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz]

not wednesday but still a wip

I feel happy that I wrote today & motivated to keep on going so here’s a snippet from the kisaeng au for you lovely folks on here. Most likely gonna be a LOT longer before I release chapter one tho:

Warnings: slut shaming, superiority complex (? - idk how I tag that but basically one dude is looking down on someone and judging them/their habits based on class differences)

[citizenhullabaloo]

April 10th 2024 – Shillelagh Tavern (Open Mic hosted by Astoria Music Collective)

Twas a dude’s night as everyone on the bill was a guy, as mentioned by Johnny who played as well. A great time of covers and originals, thanks to E.W. for hosting! Shoutout to Liam who played after my set, but my camcorder died 😦

[metuere]

Jacksonville Lap Pool Example of a mid-sized trendy backyard rectangular and stone lap pool design

[wucrnos]

Jacksonville Exterior Ideas for a mid-sized, multicolored, two-story, mixed-siding exterior renovation with a green roof

[biggsunko]

Jacksonville Exterior Ideas for a mid-sized, multicolored, two-story, mixed-siding exterior renovation with a green roof

[requinoesis]

SnackTime!✨ The trio of juvenile sharks Macco, Hanna and Lucca always gathered in the mozaic gardens to taste their favorite snacks! But don't worry, in this sharktopia, those treats are very healthy! 🍫🧃🍪✨

If you want to know a little about them, you can see here!

[loganlover3000]

ROCCO!!! ROCCO MY BABY!!! heehee my interpretation of him is so dorky omg..

[warcrimesimulator]

extremely rare macco W

[boanerges20]

Suzuki GSX1100 [1984] by Macco Motors

[inochi-pms-things]

Made a mic for Hitoki!!

I was inspired by UWU MEDIA on twitter @uwumedia since they make all kinds of really nice and cool Vtuber graphics. Everything on this was hand drawn by me.

[adorable-deku]

ace attorney is possibly the only universe in which occam's razor simply does not apply. if anything it is the opposite. rozar's macco. the more complicated and absurd an explanation, the more likely it is to be true

[wrathofthestag]

Phillip's

Benoit Blanc believed there was no godly reason to have five coffee shops within walking distance of one another. So when a new shop called Phillip’s opened just down the street, Benoit couldn’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. At least the name wasn’t idiotic. Also on AO3...

To be honest, Benoit Blanc thought there were too many coffee shops in the world.

Jesus wept; there was no godly reason to have five coffee shops within walking distance of one another. Macco-choco caramel this, that, and the other—a waste of real estate. And the pastries they served? Travesty. Utter travesty. So when a new shop called Phillip’s opened just down the street, Benoit couldn’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. At least the name wasn’t idiotic.

He walked past Phillip’s—it was on his way home, after all—and ignored the smells coming from within, or at least tried to. Benoit’s neighbor, Mrs. Reynolds with the very sweet basset hound named Droopy, had said Phillip’s baked goods were “quite tasty.” Quite tasty, however, wasn’t enough to tempt him to enter the establishment. That was until Phillip’s had the utter audacity to put a sign in the window declaring they had delicious fresh beignets.

Beignets? Outside of New Orleans? Benoit couldn’t help but huff. He had to investigate that surely outlandish claim.

When he pushed his way through the coffee shop door, he instantly noticed how tastefully decorated the shop was. Fresh flowers sat at each table, everything was painted a lovely pale yellow, and Ella Fitzgerald rang from the speakers. Hmm. The shop was fairly empty, with just a few patrons at one table. Benoit couldn’t tell if that was a portend or if he just came in between a rush.

He looked at the chalkboard menu above the counter and studied it for a moment until someone cleared their throat and broke into his space.

“Welcome to Phillip’s,” a voice said.

“Yes, hello, thank you. Can I--”

Benoit looked at the source of the voice, and…

Oh, shitballs.

Well, he was just Benoit’s type, now, wasn’t he? Dark hair, blue eyes, a quizzical brow, and a crooked smile that made him want to trip over himself. He wore a tie-dyed apron and a nametag that read Phillip.

“We have some cheddar bacon scones just out of the oven.”

“Uh…”

“Unless you’re a vegan or something, then scratch that,” the man, the Phillip said.

Benoit took his wits about him as he tried to ignore Phillip’s smile and floppy hair.

“Beignets?” he finally croaked out.

“Ah, a connoisseur of the beignet are you?” Phillip asked as he leaned on his elbows against the counter.

“Yes, you could say that. Absolutely.”

Phillip’s eyes widened slightly, and then he shook his head and laughed.

“Yeah, judging by that accent, you could definitely say that,” he said. “Bugger.”

Benoit smiled and shrugged.

“Beignets outside of New Orleans shows quite the braggadocio.”

This time it was Phillip who grinned and shrugged.

“I hope they’re up to snuff.”

He looked over his shoulder and shouted.

“Lou! Hey, Lou! How long on the beignets?”

“Five minutes!” a voice from out back replied.

“Well, there you go. You can let me know what you think in five minutes. Anything else?”

The two looked at each other for a beat, the ghost of a smile still lingering.

“Coffee?”

“Room for cream?”

“No, thank you.”

“Takeaway?”

“Yes, please.”

“Name.”

“Blanc. Benoit Blanc.”

Benoit wasn’t quite sure exactly why he gave his whole name like that, but he did. Phillip snorted.

“Blanc? Benoit Blanc? What are you? James Bond?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Okay, fine,” Phillip said and exhaled loudly.

“Fine?”

“Some people like to give made-up names, and at this point, I’ve stopped reacting—or at least trying to react. Especially with one as silly as this.”

“Silly?” Benoit sputtered. “Listen--”

“Is that Blanc with a ‘c’ or a ‘q-u-e’?” Phillip asked with an eyebrow raised.

“A ‘c.’”

“I see,” Phillips said as he wrote on the cup and filled it with coffee. “Here you go, Blanc-with-a-C. The beignet will be right up.”

Benoit paid, and as their fingers grazed, he couldn’t help the tiny flip his insides did.

Phillip cleared his throat again and said, “Very well then. It should only be a few minutes on the beignets.”

“Thank you.”

Benoit sat at one of the cushy corner armchairs in a very supple dark grey suede and sipped his coffee.

“Is it always this quiet in here?” he asked toward the counter.

The patrons at the one table turned to look at Benoit.

“Quiet? Hardly,” Phillip called back. “You came during a quiet pocket. It’ll pick up again in an hour.”

Benoit sat and watched as Phillip wiped down the table, his forearms strong while they worked in a circular motion. Phillip paused and looked up right at Benoit, who startled and quickly looked down at his coffee cup.

Phillip shook his head and grinned as he wiped some more.

Lou, apparently, walked out from the back with a tray full of beignets.

“Order up for Blanc,” Phillip said.

Benoit walked up to the counter and breathed an internal sigh of relief as he looked at the beignets. They were a beautiful shade of light brown and covered in powdered sugar.

“I stand ready for your judgment,” Phillip said as he shook some more powdered sugar onto one and gently put it on a plate.

Benoit pick it up and took a bite. It was yeasty and sweet, but not overpowering. It was as fragant and airy as a summer’s night in Savannah.

“Oh, my word.” He took another bite. “Oh my goodness.”

Phillip smiled.

“Good, right?”

“It's… well, yes,” Benoit said with delight.

“I know.”

Benoit put down the beignet and quickly placed a ten in the tip jar and smiled, upper lip covered in powdered sugar.

“Well! What a compliment!” Phillip said as he picked up the jar and looked at it, puzzled.

“What’s wrong?” Benoit asked and gingerly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Come on! Just an hour ago, this jar was almost full! My tip jar’s been nicked again.”

Phillip sighed, walked over to the register, took out some money, and placed it in the tip jar.

“If it were just me working here, I wouldn't care so much, but Lou and the kids all divvy up the tips. This is the second time it’s happened. I thought the first time was a fluke but I supposed it wasn’t.”

“So sorry that's happening.”

“What kind of a cretin steals tips? I need a detective to solve this nonsense!”

A detective? Benoit couldn't help but laugh.

“What? What's so funny?”

“No, it's just that--”

“What?”

“Well,” Benoit said. “I'm a detective.”

Phillip put his hands on his hips. “You are not.”

“Certified and bonafied.”

Phillip laughed. “Oh god! You’re not one of those overbearing sorts that smokes a bloody pipe, fancying themselves Sherlock fucking Holmes, who thinks they’re too smart for their own good?”

“No, I think I’m just the right amount of smart… and I smoke cigars,” Benoit said with a smile.

The two studied each other for a beat, their smiles growing wider by the second.

“You just think you're so charming, don't you?”

“I have my moments.”

Benoit felt someone watching, turned, and noticed the people sitting at the table looking at them amusedly. The woman at the table mouthed Go on to him.

“Well, all right then, Blanc. Would you like to have dinner sometime?” Phillip said. “You know, to go over the case.”

“Are you hiring me?”

Phillip moved his hand in a so-so motion.

“Not sure yet. I'll let you know after dinner.”

Benoit took another bite of the beignet and sighed.

"Flying colors.”

Phillips smiled smugly.

“Well, Blanc. Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Phillip. Phillip White.”

“Phillip White? You’re pullin’ my leg!”

“No,” Phillip laughed softly. “I promise you, I am not. My hands are nowhere near your legs.”

“Phillip,” Benoit said and stretched out his hand, “it's a pleasure to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you, Blanc.”

The two smiled at one another, surrounded by pastries, music, and flowers. And if their handshake lasted a bit longer than it should have, well, there was no mystery as to why.