#revlatt

[ask-a-bartender]

Welcome to Las Nevadas!

This is an ask blog made purely for fun! Asks of any kind are absolutely ecouraged, but we have no obligation to answer asks that make us uncomfortable.

That being said,

These topics will be found here;

♤ Gore of varying degree (Cannibalism, murder,

etc.)

♡ Topics of abuse, s/h, hallucinations, etc.

◇ Innuendos (Nothing sexually explicit shown,

but possibly heavily implied)

♧ Alcohol and drug use

I will add on if the need arises.

How to Ask: When sending an ask, specify who you are talking to, otherwise we will assume Schlatt. You can ask ANYONE in the DSMP (strictly character), but this blog focuses on

Revived Schlatt, Revived Wilbur, and Quackity (Heartbreak Trio)

All of this is based on headcanons AND canon.

This blog is run by:

Mod Star 🌱 ( @fenteii ) and Mod Clover 🍀 ( @syndicatedsystem )

~

Schlatt has been revived and works at the bar of Quackity's casino due to losing a bet...

For publicity (and Schlatt's humiliation), Quackity has allowed the bartender and crew to answer asks sent by vistors of the nation!

[heartbreaktrio]

Nuts that chapter one of my revlatt fic is almost done.

I might work on chapter 2 today because I feel the fancy and i really want to incorporate the poem that started all this into the fic already.

maybe after that I’ll work on the outline some more so I can figure out where I want to put “The Dance Scene” cause it needs to go SOMEWHERE

[revlatte]

Salvation

So Jesus left you lonely Feels like nothing's really holy (holy holy holy) No one no one hears your calling Falling and everything is falling (Falling falling Falling)

~ Bailen

Sometimes, all of the roads look the same when you’re unsure about your final destination. 

Today, I embarked on a #DateNight with myself to the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. To say I was anxious is an understatement. As I get older, it becomes increasingly overwhelming to navigate new terrain on my own. And, in the last 24 hours before the show, a friend respectfully bowed out. This was not about a friend, a girlfriend, an ex, a lover... This concert is about me experiencing true joy and healing, and self-love, as acts of radical self care. 

This morning was another melancholy morning. I laid there. Listening to my Pop rumble around and rouse to call my Ma for her birthday. Then I thought about N’s birthday and Krystal K’s bday. How am I surrounded by all of the Sags in my inner circle. I love-hate, hate-love y’all. 

I turned back over in the bed, overwhelmed by all of my mother’s possessions seemingly coming in on me. It’s hard to find joy in a hoarder house. It’s much easy to shift to an attitude of gratefulness when I think about the safety and security of having a stable place to call home. Yet and still, there was a weight on my chest, an albatross around my soul. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Exhale. Exhale. 

My cousin called. Each time she calls it is a reminder that I have solid plans for an amazing return trip to Paris. The Ancestors knew exactly what I needed in that moment: tenderness. We chatted and that buoyed my spirits. Pop needed me to drop his medicine in his eyes. Low key, I think the diabetes is going to eventually make him blind. He hates the drops. His vision is off and his understanding of color is distorted. That’s a very different blog for a very different day.

I managed to get myself up after my father left for a funeral. He was wearing Black on Black. I just couldn’t muster the strength to go to another funeral this year. Exhale. Uche is gone. Exhale. None of us will make it out of here alive. Exhale. 

Sigh. 

Okay, let me call my Ma and make some coffee. “But first, coffee,” right? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA!, in my best Stevie Wonder voice. My mother sounded so happy and full of joy. I am glad that during this time of deep grief and sorrow, we could pause to find the joy in celebrating another one of her returns. Thank you, Jesus, for giving me another year with my Momma. 

Exhale. I made the damn coffee too weak. Time to brew another pot. Fuck! That one is too weak, too. Fuck it, I need my coffee. 

I sat down at the computer, sipping my coffee and talking to the legal wife on FaceTime. Thank Goddess for FaceTime. Knocked out some computer work. Reaffirmed my commitments. Shared my gratitude. Re-grounded in my truth. Checked in with myself about boundaries. Exhale. Everything will be okay. It always has been and it always will be. The point at which it stops being okay, my consciousness will have shifted from this plane. Allow yourself to experience Joy, McCrae. (Seriously, no pun intended). 

It “Hit” me... today is the day! I get to see Bailen! Go to Giovanni’s Room. Enjoy a delicious meal. Be in a new-old, old-new city once again. Experience the fullness, the ethos of the season. “It’s just me,” as Jilly from Philly sang. And that’s okay. And exciting. This will be a brief pre-cursor for my trip to Paris. 

Admittedly, the Moon was guiding me... as they always do. I felt guided by my Ancestors. The stars are aligning. No matter what, this is going to be a beautiful and wonderful night. Today, this evening, in this moment; I am so glad to be alive and full of life. 

After navigating various bridges (I HATE driving over bridges), I was able to circle the block a few times and find parking. Before going to Giovanni’s Room, I wanted to enjoy a delicious latte. After all, I am the revlatte. 

Park. Pay for Parking. Get my shit together. Scarf/hat combo, jacket, bookbag. I have to submit an assignment for my doctoral program before enjoying the concert. AND, if I decide to drink, the best decision is to park and ride. Have liquor before beer because beer will be so much easier to drink in a concert setting. AND, I am not trying to be THAT altered in a different city, seeing this band for the first time. I clearly made that mistake with Jill Scott. 

And... here we go. One foot in front of the other, friend. I navigate my way back to Giovanni’s Room and was stopped by traffic once, in front of the Alexander Inn. It was beautiful to see the people, in their natural habit, full of the season’s spirit, and allow the red glow from the signs to gently caress my face. I am held tight by all my people. 

Advancing on, I found a cute spot to grab a drink. AND, it’s Happy Hour! Yes, pass me all the things at Mixto! When I walked in, there was a striking young gentleman. I thought he was flirting. Which was confusing. I was also pleasantly surprised to see all of these queer women couples. Interracial couples. Couples of all types and sizes. Every time I am here I have the same feeling and experience. I completely understand why my brother has lived here so many times. Sheesh! Could I find my tribe here?

Settling into the bar, I did a time check. GREAT FUCKING JOB, MCCRAE! You have plenty of time to relax, have some snacks, enjoy two drinks, leave some holiday cheer and browse books at Giovanni’s Room. 

Next on this date night... Giovanni’s Room. Then, Johnny Brenda’s for a concert I’ve been waiting for since I was captivated by them on Good Morning America... BAILEN. 

Yes, Jesus has left me lonely. And wrapped in the melodies of these siblings, I know that I’m not falling alone. I am looking forward to feeling alive in their lyrics and my heart being strangely warmed by their music. 

Salvation. 

[blackstarlinebrewing-blog]

Catch @revlatte & Andrew on @103.3ashevillefm. This evening. 7P-8P. Cheers! #bslb #sweetbeermovement #blackstarlinebrewing Listen here --> https://www.ashevillefm.org/player/ (at Asheville FM)

[heartbreaktrio]

I guess im saying this everyday until I do it but I need to post tntduo scene and finish revlatt chapter one and start on chapter two. Only issue with posting the tntduo scene is that it sort of needs the context of The Revlatt Fic to explain some stuff which is partly why I havent posted it everywhere yet. Long Form fic is so hard ;-;

[heartbreaktrio]

I think in my revlatt fic officially Schlatt wears red in some way because Quackity dresses him (there is a reason dont talk 2 me) and Quackity can't help but make him do matchies in some way.

[heartbreaktrio]

I think people will really like my revlatt fic.. Like im confident in the prose and the direction and shape its taking so far. I think Schlatt is very in-character

It's very much going to be for the heartbreak/schlattburity fans obviously... but I think its good. Im really proud of it and I think people will enjoy it.

[heartbreaktrio]

I should write more. Im almost done with chapter one of my revlatt fic but i wanna get at least two more chapters done before I start officially posting it anywhere

I need to figure out a more consistent way to get myself to write more often. I do art, both traditional and digital really often, but I rarely get myself to write.

i love writting i do, i just find myself getting blocked more easily when it comes to it. I get flustered and overwhelmed sometimes when it comes to getting myself to write certain scenes.

Not to mention the million script ideas I have for youtube. Maybe I should look up some writing tips or somethin

[heartbreaktrio]

Going to a interview today, maybe ill get motivation to work on the revlatt fic

[heartbreaktrio]

Im gonna work on the revlatt fic this November smile

[heartbreaktrio]

I should post my revlatt tntduo scene on here. As well as finish up chapter one of the revlatt au fic but ya know

posting </3

[revlatte]

Sanctuary: revlatte’s pilot

Currently, I am seated at the dining room table at my friends’ house. I just finished brewing a cup of tea with lots of honey. Jill Scott’s “Golden” is playing through the iPad and Ekua’s speakers. I have less than 20 minutes before I need to leave to pick up my friend from the airport. I wanted to spend that time in community with the sistahs who are devoted to building a Black, queer, radical, intentional community. We are all searching for home. We all seek sanctuary. 

There are so many thoughts about my first posting to the world about how things are unfolding in life at this moment. The best metaphor is thinking about the driveway at the home I am staying. The driveway is off the beaten path-ish but right off of a main road. When you turn in to the driveway, you are given directions to take it slow, watch out for the logs and other obstructions, and have faith. When I first got this information, I had no clue what to expect. 

The first time I pulled in the driveway, I realized I could not see over the hood of my car. I do not recall what I thought was going to happen. But I felt it wasn’t safe. I backed the car up on Brevard Road, took the u-turn, and came back around. Again, I could not go forward. I did not have faith. I phoned my friend and she said, “you have to have faith and keep coming. You’re almost home.”

Friends, we are embarking on such an exciting journey. We are welcoming each other home as we sojourn towards sanctuary. Right now, I feel the same way when I first got to the edge of the driveway. I am moving forward in faith. I am moving forward with love. I am moving forward to fully pursue my healing. I am moving forward for our individual and collective liberation. I am so blessed to be on this exciting journey. 

In just a matter of days, women who’ve never met before will be gathering to welcome each other home and begin manifesting a future that has only existed in our minds. We are de-prioritizing capitalism, individualism, Euro-centrism, patriarchy, gender norms, ideas of conventional family - all of it. All of the things that have kept us enslaved and displaced on a stolen land. 

We are reclaiming our power. 

I am so excited and humbled to be a part of this amazing experiment of the Cosmos. I am in awe of my ancestors. In dutiful obedience, I am opening and expanding so that my steps can be ordered. 

In full transparency, I come home and to this community as someone who has had a life long trauma, persistent and chronic stress, Complex PTSD, social anxiety, all of it. Currently, the stress has been so intense and so un-relenting, I feel my marbles slipping away. Simultaneously, I am searching and seeking answers to the trauma I’ve experienced. “But why” have I experienced all of this, as the youngin said. It is almost as if my brain cannot compute the level of trauma I’ve endured. 

All of this comes as I feel pushed out of my partner’s life after a long period of being villanized. From S1:E1, their community has been skeptical. All of that energy, on top of a non-supportive system, was a lot to handle. Add trauma. Stress. Displacement. Mental health crises. A recipe for disaster. So in the midst of this immense blessing, I’m navigating the emotional weight of the emotional content. The juxtaposition of these two realities is mind-boggling, to say the least. 

Nevertheless, as I begin the long walk home, I am faced with the reality that my brain doesn’t work the way that it used too. E and I were looking over the list of early on-set Alzheimer’s. Of the 10 symptoms, I’ve displayed 9 of them in the recent months. And my brain seems to be getting worse under the uncertainty and stress. Sure, it’s probably not Alzheimer’s and just tons and tons of stress. Regardless, I’ll see the doctor as soon as I am able. 

With the weight of all of this and things un-mentioned, my heart is strangely warmed, as John Wesley would say. We are in the ship and building it as we go. I know I have a safe space to be. To live. To exist. To thrive. I know that I have a family that can support me through making these life transitions and truly, finally, manifesting stability, peace, healing, wellness, liberation. 

For this moment, and for all of you, I am so deeply grateful and in awe of our brilliance. 

I am a commitment to the healing, wellness, and liberation of our people. Starting with me. 

Let’s go home, y’all. Let’s all get free. 

[revlatte]

I miss you. And I know our worlds may never cross again. What was between us remains sacred. Forever, you'll have space in my heart and occupy my soul.

the revlatte

[blackstarlinebrewing-blog]

Friends: the revlatte will be on the air from 12P-1P today. Tune in to wunc.org for the full interview. Cheers! #bslb #sweetbeermovement #craftbeerfamily #hvlbeer #blacktuary #blackbrewculture (at Black Star Line Brewing)

[blackstarlinebrewing-blog]

The revlatte and our favorite, Ms. Tina! #BSLBCLT #blackstarlinebrewing #blackstarlinefamily #blackstarlinenation #blackstarlinesquad #blackbrewculture (at Charlotte, North Carolina)

[blackstarlinebrewing-blog]

Alright y'all! #BSLB865 is headed to ATL. We see ya, #teamblackstarline! Keep up the great work. Who's lookin' to connect w/ the #blackstarlinenation? Really proud and grateful for Shane & Kari's leadership. Lots of love to y'all, ~ revlatte