#treeti

[brobound]

[braceefacee-erieeee]

Im probably late to the party, but this that pressure pacc yall🤧🤧

[duskroots]

Trahearne Big Naturals

that is all

[iammaracharli]

So im being ratchet all summer fr fr 🤭🤞🏽

[female-rappers]

Treety- Outside 

[achy-boo]

Moots/Family Members

My moots are like my family. Hurt me or one of us and you will surprise how quick they are to defend me and each other~

001. @juvellianovo

002.@anxious-twisted-vampire

003. @kitsuvil

004.@the27th

005.@httpghostface

006.@iseethatimicy

007.@windblume-wishes

008.@husky-studies

009.@vera-deville

010.@adarkenedforest

011.@dxmoness

012.@saturns-sphere

013.@kaeyaaenthusiast

014.@i23kazu

015.@illnesscomm

016.@riddlesimp

017.@chenyann

018.@hades-eternal

019.@roseadleyn

020.@stygianoir

021.@purpl3bo1

022.@sakuramidnight15

023.@

024.@banibun

025.@zeina-is-bored

026.@rose-the-witch1

027.@lancermylove/ @blackstarmylove

028.@ellovett

029.@dxmoness

030.@ravynous

031.@yevene

032.@lxdymoon0357

033.@lunatako

034.@areislol (I can't forget you dear~!)

035.@love-sicklesbian

036.@lombxrdi

037.@treety-of-the-ents

038.@zhengbobatw / @mewpangxin

039.@cynthinesia/@yuuniee

040.@thenomadicphoenix

041.@xphantasmagoriax

042.@yuainchi

043.@jasper-s-phantym

044.@sayuriria

045.@minzidragmir/@minzidragmir

[arson-avian]

So... Assassin!Mumbo

Ik ik white guy in a suit is the most original assassin idea ever i get it, i get it.

But remember in season 8, he signed his name as Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo for the Treety?

I like the idea of Mumbo being ashamed of his past of killing so he did the whole peace love and plants thing. But during the entire season Mumbo was consistently morally grey or straight up apathetic to the things going around him.

He didn't hesitate to trap Grian in a death trap and eat his soul. He constantly used end crystals as a get-around for murder and tried to justify literally setting animals on fire.

I'd like to think he'd have moments where he'd go all 'Killsalot' on the other members of boatem and theyd be like wtf-

Also having that come up during the life series would be fun lol :]

[pixiecaps]

trickies and treeties, do you have some candies spare? o-o

OH YMY GOD R U……

i love ur costume!!! have some gayetón for no reason at all theyre chocolate covered cookies<3

[blueiight]

Who are your favorite female rappers? I need more women to listen to.

bbymutha, chynna rogers, gangsta boo, slimeroni, ofc megan thee stallion but im sure yk her music, enchanting, armani caesar, kari faux, flo milli, doechii, sally sossa, gloss up, dualitè, mia x, foxy brown, treety, reedy, sexyredd, the city girls<3, supahbadd… some im forgetting ik i am .. just check out my music tag

[brobound]

[thesinglesjukebox]

SEXYY RED - "POUND TOWN"

They were gonna find out anyway...

[5.69]

Crystal Leww: When I was in high school, I went over to a friend's house to work on a school project together, and she put on "Ms. New Booty" by Bubba Sparxxx. As teenagers, we were absolutely shrieking at that chorus, just like jumping up and down, hyped up on 7-11 Big Gulp soda. It is still one of the most viscerally funny, goofiest, most unserious things I've ever heard in music. I hope that feeling that I bottled up and hold dear to my heart even today is what what teens today felt the first time they heard "my coochie pink, my bootyhole brown!" [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: It was the pound heard 'round the town, and Sexyy Red became an instant star. It's easy to see why: she's having a total blast here while rapping with minimal effort, in a regular talking cadence. She lets out a laugh or two, throws in casual ad-libs, and says some of the most memorable lines of the year. Kanye talking about bleached assholes was always unrelatable; finally, a bootyhole song for the people. [7]

Ian Mathers: Look, I enjoy my trips to Pound Town as much as the next person, I just have some questions about how the Pound Town tourism board is spending their budget. [5]

Nortey Dowuona: This has been Sexyy Red's year, as last year was GloRilla's year, as last year was Doja Cat's year, as last year was Megan Thee Stallion's year, as last year was Cardi B's year... can we just let them all share the next year? I'm really irritated by the way we hype up a new femme rapper for a year, praise them to the roof and back, then give up on them afterwards (remember Chika? Remember Saweetie? Remember Free JT? Remember Maliibu Miitch? Remember Treety? Remember Dreezy?) We let too many mid male rappers get the chance to drop and hog the discourse with either praise or condemnation and seem to forget that women rappers are just as diversely populated and are good as hell. (REMEMBER CUPCAKKE!!!??) I can't even be too positive about this song cuz I know what happened to literally everybody who we were like, "they so good omg we love them, twerking on the runway" -- not doing that shit this year. All you folks pissed about Yachty making Tame Impala Feeding Music use that anger to engage with the next Rapsody album instead. And "Hellcats SRTs" is the actual best song Sexyy Red has ever done, but it's not as memeable. Fuck this. [9]

Alfred Soto: Wary of stanning for female rap artists who wield vulgarity like an épée -- the fandom, depending on its expression, can look an awful lot like exoticizing -- I resisted Sexyy Red. Her conversational tone reminded me what I admire about the Everyperson anonymity of dance singers from Shannon and Bernard Sumner to Katy B and Peggy Gou. I've accepted "Pound Town." Now, about her embrace of Trump... [7]

Taylor Alatorre: "TRUMP TO CITY: DROP DEAD" [2]

Katherine St Asaph: Please note as you read this score that for our 2023 return, we have also re-curved the rating scale, and the YouTube comments are a [-10]. [0]

Leah Isobel: "Pound Town" works wonders as a comedy bit and as an introduction to Sexyy Red's charismatic delivery -- the way she tosses off That One Line and then audibly starts giggling into the next is star power personified. I'm not sure it functions as well as a song as it does a meme, but that's what "SkeeYee" is for. [6]

Michelle Myers: Sexyy Red has better comedic timing than most professional comics. On "Pound Town," she's playful and winky, delivering unhinged lines about scouting Miami for hoochie daddies and exposing her cheating man (love u baby!). [7]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: "My coochie pink, my booty-hole brown" was the first line that made me laugh out loud. The rest of "Pound Town" is a treasure trove of deadpan punchlines, from the withering delivery of "I'm out here in Miami," to the feigned imperative of "come suck a bitch toes," to the fourth wall breaking of "I can't say his name, 'cause he be cheating." The Nicki remix, for what it's worth, is an [8]. [7]

Will Adams: Listening to a song shouldn't make me want to furiously smash Logic's nudge function to get the vocal to actually align to the beat. [2]

Jeffrey Brister: Somewhat less...technically complex than "WAP," but I value directness. There's a lot to be said about clever wordplay and all the other literary techniques you want to reference, but sometimes you just need to hear "come suck a bitch toes" and appreciate the simple beauty of being insanely and candidly horny. [7]

Thomas Inskeep: I've been known to enjoy filth, but you've gotta give me something to latch onto. Filth for the sake of filth is just sad. 2 Live Crew, for instance, were filthy, but they at least sounded like they were having fun. John Waters of course glorified in filth in his early work, and made it art. There's no fun or art in "Pound Town"; Sexyy Red just sounds bored and uninspired, like she's just waiting for this to catch on online so she can start cashing checks. I hope she invests well. [0]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Obnoxious! [8]

Jonathan Bradley: During his career peak, even while he was claiming to be the best alive, Jay-Z would often demur about whether he was actually a rapper. He didn't write anything down; he was a businessman; he would retire any minute now. This disengagement with the expectations of art, the notion that creativity might call someone to account and absorb them into a guild with traditions and limitations, has been resisted by other rappers since: Lil B, for instance, switching from Bay Area sneaker raps to rambling psychedelia or such MCs as Blueface or Teejayx6 severing the links between beat and flow. On "Pound Town," Sexyy Red reminds me of how Chicago drill icon Katie Got Bandz mumbled and smirked through her way through her rhymes, as if she were too dangerous to bother trying to be a rapper. Sexyy Red mumbles here, and cuts her lines off into short, simply rhymed taunts, as if she's too hot or maybe too horny to rap properly. She collapses into a giggle half way through some of these missives, switches to a playful sing-song for others, and breezily apologizes for almost giving away a man who's been sneaking around with her ("I love you baby!"). Despite the brooding piano-led beat, which approaches hook-ups the way Nas did paranoia home invasion in "Shoot Em 'Up," it's fun! Sexyy Red does what she wants; why would she bother putting in the effort of rapping properly? And even if "Pound Town" is more languid and less urgently anarchic than "Born By the River," and perhaps less insistent than "SkeeYee," it still has an important message about which parts of Sexyy Red are pink and which parts are brown. [8]

Brad Shoup: The textbook definition of "it ain't that deep". [8]

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[wilt3d-r0zes]

Fic Name (and link): I've Embraced The Grain Between My Wings Series: Hermitcraft / 3rd Life (Life SMP, Life Series SMP) Characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, Mumbo Jumbo Pairings: N/A (Not mentioned but squintable: scar/grian) Trigger Warnings: Implied/Reference Suicide, Self Harm (Feather plucking, incredibly poor self care), Trauma, Bad Coping Important Tags: Avian/Winged Grian, Grian-Centric, Agnst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (Mostly w/ Mumbo), Not Beta, Not Editing, also I lost like 75% of the italics to tumblr sorry :’D

Summary:

"Having those grains between his feathers, the pinprick spots of pain that fill them, it's familiar. It feels grounding, he feels like he shouldn't just forget everything that happened in 3rd life like everybody else seems to have. Or at least is pretending to have. He knows it isn't healthy, but he doesn't really care anymore." Or, Providence is stuck in my HEAD 24/7 and inspired a fic this (title from that). Basically: Grian refuses to bathe or preen for almost two months after season 8 starts, because the feeling of dirt and sand in his feathers reminds him of 3rd Life and he isn't ready to let go, to move on.

Inspiration: Providence by Lemonaeden

It's easy, now, to not notice when his wings are dirty. When they're in need of a good preening to get the dirt and gravel and sand out from between the feathers. There wasn't much time in the chaos of 3rd life for him to preen them, and he was filled with a constant paranoia that meant nobody could do it for him. So, for the full time of them being there, he would have sand between his wings, dirt, misaligned and missing feathers, everything that made him look like a crazed mess amongst the chaos.

Once Season 8 begins, he loses himself in the work of getting the dragon egg, founding Boatem, getting things together and building his starter base that within the first few weeks, he hasn't even bothered to preen. Barely bothered to shower, actually. 

His hair is greasy, and he's almost always covered in spots of dirt. His sweater has definitely seen better days, but he has bothered to clean that at least. His wings, however, are the worst. He can barely fly with them, resorting to curling them up under his elytra. It's not so much forgetting, at that point, as being scared.

Having those grains between his feathers, the pinprick spots of pain that fill them, it's familiar. It feels grounding, he feels like he shouldn't just forget everything that happened in 3rd life like everybody else seems to have. Or at least is pretending to have. He knows it isn't healthy, but he doesn't really care anymore. 

It isn’t until the peace tree-ty that people start to say something, almost a full month after Grian starts visibly deteriorating.

…

“I’m waiting for you because- I, I need you to sign the peace tree-ty, the treety.” “The tree-ty?” Grian grins, staring down at Mumbo from his rooftop, “Is the war over?” his voice is full of excitement, because that means he won.

Mumbo sighs, “Yes. I mean,”

“Cease fire?”

“It kinda has to be, doesn’t it?” Grian adjusts the elytra fastened over top of his wings, barely even reacting to the way a small pebble falls from between the feathers and tinks on the rooftop, gliding down to the front step of his home, “There’s nothing that I can do that really competes with what we have going on here. And, frankly, there was no way I was going to remove it, I don’t know if you’ve seen but I’ve turned it into my base. So it’s now my base.”

“I have! It’s beautiful, I love what you’ve done with it. In fact, I think this has worked out brilliantly.”

“Yeah! I mean, y’know, who would’ve thought that I would– yaknow, this whole tree war would’ve started, and then ended with me getting a free base out of it!” Mumbo laughs, following Grian as he ambles over toward Treeresa, pulling on the elytra straps to get an extra boost, “Even though technically, on paper, you’ve kind of one because you’ve played the last move, I feel like–,”

“I feel like you’ve won,” Grian replies, hands over his mouth and arms resting on an azalea bush to look up at the tree monster build. Mumbo laughs, quick to agree.

“I feel like I’ve won!” he grins, his potato skin curling and wrinkling oddly under the movement. Both of them burst into light laughter, “Oh! Right,” Mumbo turns back towards Grian, drawing the avians attention, “Will you sign the peace tree-ty?”

“Tree-ty,” Grian echoes, still snickering, “Yeah, sure! Where is it?”

“Uhhhm,” Mumbo spins on his heel, looking between both sides of Treeresa, “Somewhere! I think it’s back here? Hopefully?” he leads Grian around the side of his new base, “It’s somewhere around here, I mean,” he gestures at a hole that Grian almost jumped into, “There’s all sorts of, like, various different–,”

“Moles.” Grian jokes, pulling off his elytra as they approach what is likely the entrance, certainly too fancy to be much else. 

“Access points and things that are going on down here, but yeah, this is–,” he leads Grian down a simply decorated staircase and into a room with a lectern and oak sapling behind glass, “the tree-ty room. It’s nothing special, but I designed it so that we have to both–,” he pauses, like he’s trying to figure out what to say, “Because we are the only people involved in this war, right, okay?”

“Yep.”

“We both have to hit buttons on either side to gain access to the tree-ty. You ready?”

He gestures towards the opening in the wall behind Grian, where two buttons side above oak saplings, “Yep! Any one of them?”

“Uh, yeah, either one. Either one, that was just for symmetry.”

“Okay, yep.”

“3,

2,

1,”

They both hit their buttons with a quiet click, click, and it’s followed by the loud pistons pulling the wall and glass away from the lectern.

“Cool! Okay!”

“You–,” Grian gapes, “Beautiful, beautiful!” he praises.

“Yeah! Some nice redstone engineering there, and this is–!” he flips open the book, “The peace tree-ty! I’ve already done my signature,” he steps back, gesturing towards it so Grian can take his place to sign with the feather pen beside it.

Grian stares at the decorative squiggles on the page, adorned with dots between each one, “Peace Treety… oh!” he laughs, “It’s just a bunch of squiggles!” Mumbo laughs behind him, “You got fancy, you got all fancy on there!”

“Yeah! Yeah, I mean, it’s like– yknow, it’s a squiggle but it’s also kinda in the shape of my name?”

“What’s the, what does the K stand for?” Grian asks incredulously, entirely unaware Mumbo even had a middle name.

“Oh that’s my middle name!” 

“Kubo.” Grian guesses, trying to come up with any other K middle name and drawing a blank.

“It’s not Kubo,” Mumbo replies, the former confidence in his response replaced with something nervous, “Well, it’s, I, given current circumstances of the season it’s… it is, it is slightly embarrassing,” he stutters, “It’s, uh, yeah. Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo.”

Grian bursts into wheezing laughter, hunching against the lectern with the force of it. “Is that,” he wheezes again, “That’s the nickname your parents gave you. Straight away. They knew.”

Mumbo laughs, “They saw this face!”

Grian grins, recovering from his laughter and grabbing for the feather pen, “Oh, right,” he stares at the parchment book, “I need to come up with a fancy squiggle like this!”

“I’m excited,” Mumbo snickers, watching Grian’s hand move around the letters from behind, failing to even create a proper sentence over his soft laughter, “Is this the new war?” he finally comes up with, just as Grian puts down the pen and says.

“There we go!”

“The ridiculous signature war?” Mumbo jokes, stepping forward into Grian’s spot.

“Just–,” Grian starts, getting Mumbo’s attention from the book, “Just to clarify, what happens if this book goes missing, gets destroyed–,”

“I don’t– I don’t know.” Mumbo shrugs, staring at Grian’s silent, slightly baffled face, “What happens to peace treaties that get destroyed?” he asks, turning back to the book. He goes to keep talking, but then starts laughing raucously at his friend signature, “Have you– have you been transported from the Egyptian era?” he jokes, “You’ve done hieroglyphics!”

“I’ve gotta admit, it looks like Griam.”

“I was gonna say that!” Mumbo laughs, “Griam,” he repeats.

“Griam!” Grian parrots, grinning. 

“I’m likin’ that i, it is bustin some moves.”

“Look, I build and fly well, I don’t write so good,” Grian jokes back, gesturing at his goofy signature.

“Well! This is excellent news, so we,” he stutters, “Is this–? This is now locked in, I guess I’ll hit the button. The peace tree-ty has been sealed in the chamber, uhm.”

“Let’s hope and pray that no one disturbs it.”

“Yeah.”

“At any point.”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright, I guess we can go now.” 

Grian nods, and the two of them turn to head up the stairs.

“This war has been a- a monstrositree,” Grian grins, fluttering his wings on reflex at the top steps and feeling the burn of displaced barbs and rustling misaligned feathers.

Mumbo bursts into peels of laughter, nearly tripping over the first step as he comes out behind his friend and only causing more laughter between the two of them. They make it back out to the front, Grian clearly ready to head back to work on his settings up for the season, “Oh, wait!” Mumbo starts, stopping his friend just as they make it around Treeresa’s arm.

“Hm?” Grian turns around, rocking back on his heels, “What now?”

“I wanted to ask, uh, I know we haven’t really done it in a while, especially after, uhm,” he shifts his weight awkwardly, diamond armor clacking with the movement, “Y’know. But, do you need help preening?”

Grian puffs up, actually wincing for once at the pain that spikes through his usually colorful parrot wings, which have since been reduced to a muddy color from dirt and loose or lost feathers.

Mumbo straights out, rushing to wave his arms away, “Forget it! Sorry, forget I said anything, you don’t have to, I just saw that they’ve been a mess for quite some time and I thought maybe you were having trouble doing it yourself again and maybe you wanted some help, but it’s totally fine if not!” 

“I just haven’t gotten around to it, yaknow? So busy with the start of the season!” he laughs awkwardly, ruining any chance his lie had at standing on its own.

“You need to take better care of yourself!” Mumbo scolds, “I won’t help if you don’t want me to, but,” he shifts his weight again, “I know you haven’t been bathing and clearly you haven’t been preening, and, Gri!” he waves a hand out, “You have bald spots in your wings!” It actually sounds like he’s just noticing it, and when Grian turns to see if he’s telling the truth it’s because he’s been unconsciously spreading them in the presence of a perceived threat.

He is right, though, he’s lost so many feathers to poor care and stress that there’s patches of his wings that you can see the skin beneath, dried blood in some places that likely came from the Elytra rubbing up against them.

“Isn’t that a stress thing? Have you been pulling your feathers out? I read somewhere that birds pull their feathers out when stressed!” he starts rambling, but Grian tucks his wings back in and quickly pulls his elytra from his inventory to cut him off.

“Mumbo, seriously, I’m fine,” he replies, voice firm, “Just let it go, okay? I’ll try to take care of myself better,” he lies, but nothing in his voice lets Mumbo know that. That potato man slumps, but nods anyways.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Grian’s fireworks provide a dissatisfying end to Mumbo’s worries, sending him back into the task he was working on.

…

“You haven’t cleaned your wings since 3rd life,”

The comment comes out of no where, Grian and Scar sitting on the edge of the Boatem hole. They had been talking a few minutes ago, but it’d tapered off into a silence that Grian had thought was just them enjoying each others company, but was apparently Scar bringing up the confidence to announce that.

“Really?” Grian fibbed, “I hadn’t noticed, I’ve just been so busy getting started,” he shrugs, resisting the urge to puff his wings up. They’d gotten worse since the last person had brought it up, Mumbo, maybe a week ago. He’d thrown himself into his work again, primarily gathering resources while he came up with new plans. The concrete powder hadn’t worked itself out of his feathers for a few days, bringing ugly bits of color back into his dull feathers.

There’s silence again, but now it’s awkward and uncomfortable for Grian. “Do you need help?”

“No.”

“Why, then?”

More silence.

“Doesn’t it hurt? It looks like it hurts. Mumbo said you have bald spots.”

“You guys are gossiping about me? Really?” Grian replies, annoyed. He doesn’t get angry at his friends easily, but this is something he just wants them to leave alone. He’s fine. He’s coping. Going a month or two without cleaning his wings and– yeah, sure, pulling out his feathers, isn’t that big of a deal. He’s fine, “I’m fine, Scar.”

“I have nightmares about it,” Scar says, instead of continuing to press about Grian’s health. Something like an olive branch of trauma, “Of trying to hit you and falling into the cacti. Sometimes I k–,” he clears his throat, like the word refuses to come out of his mouth, “Sometimes I win, and I think those ones are the worst.”

It’s a chance for comfort. A chance to let out all the stress he’s been holding in. To apologize, and talk to someone who gets it. 

He stays quiet.

“I guess, I just,” he pauses, trying to find the right words, “I’m sorry. I wish it had gone another way.”

“What other way?” Grian replies hoarsely, not expecting his voice to sound so fragile but not reacting anyways, continuing to stare into the hole he’s dangling over, “You win? I have to remember getting beat to death by my ally, my friend, and you have to live with killing me?”

“I don’t think it would’ve hit me as hard,” Scar replies, shrugging, “I don’t have, it’s,” he huffs, “I don’t know. I feel like it’s all numbed. Like all the memories and feelings are all there but it feels like I’m watching a movie when I see them. They’re all fuzzy, so they don’t affect me as much now.”

“Guess I’m just special,” the avian says, bitterly, scraping one of his talons on the stone when he swings his legs. He wants to leave, go back to work. He should just be avoiding Scar. Maybe he could avoid anybody, everybody, for the rest of the season. 

He won’t. But he could. Maybe it would be easier that way.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

Silence reigns again.

“I miss the desert,” Grian says, finally. Pulling his talons out of the hole and up onto the grass, where he rests his arms and head on the feathers that make the transition between bird-like legs and human thighs.

Scar nods in the corner of his eye, “Me too. I miss Pizza.”

“I always used to have sand between my feathers,” the avian continues, “Sand got everywhere, but we never had the time for me to preen properly even if we could bathe or wash our clothes in the river, so I just always had sand scraping at my skin and getting stuck in my feathers.”

“Is that why you haven’t preened since getting back?” Scar asks, his voice quiet, like he’s scared if he says it too loud Grian will run away, “We should go find a new desert, build a grave for Pizza and the Sandlands.”

Grian cracks a smile, chuckling, “We could build our own graves.” he jokes.

Scar laughs, “Yeah! Maybe we could rebuild the tower, put my face on it this time!” 

“Nah, that’s too much work, we’ve got to work on our megabases before the season ends. Didn’t X say this one was going to be a bit shorter?”

“Yeah, I guess. We should still make the graves though. At least for Pizza, it’ll be like closure since everything happened so fast,” Scar suggests, and he says it so casual, as if they aren’t talking about building their own graves from a permadeath server.

“Sure.”

“Can we do it now? While we’re both awake?”

Grian sighs, but stands nonetheless, stretching everything but his mangled wings, “Sure, we can do it now.”

…

The graves weren’t difficult to make. Pizza’s was identical to the one on the hill, while Scar personalized Grian’s grave with his face and a feather he apparently found that fell from Grian’s wings over the last month. Scars grave, on the other hand, Grian had surrounded in potted flowers and saplings. Neither of them commented on it.

Grian

Friend, Sandman, Ally

RIP

Scar

Friend, Enemy

It wasn’t a prank this time

Scar had cackled at his own sign, and Grian complained about not having a funny quote on his even when Scar said he couldn’t think of anything. They sat at their graves for a while, talking about 3rd life and any good times they could think of.

Grian’s elytra, at some point, had been discarded off to the side, but his wings lay tight against his back, tense and visibly missing feathers now. Before, you couldn’t tell unless he spread his wings completely that there were bald spots.

Scar did his best not to look at them, to not draw attention to the entire reason this interaction was even happening in case it threw Grian off.

It seemed to work, though Grian didn’t offer for Scar to clean his wings or make any promises to do so, Scar was pleased to find that the next time the avian was seen he was visibly cleaner, no more dye or dirt on his skin and hair that didn’t seem to be weighed down by it’s own grease.

It took longer for his wings to recover from the damage, but the few times Scar interacted and he took off his elytra he saw that the feathers had been straightened to the best of his abilities. More were missing, but Scar tried to assume that they were damaged beyond repair, and not perfectly good feather that had been ripped out.

By the first official Boatem meeting, Grian was flying with his own wings again. Scar had loudly cheered him on the first time he saw the bright, multicolored wings soaring over him, resulting in a loud, displeased shout from the avian above.

Worth it.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

*falls over* TRICC OR TREETIES 🎃

Trick! >:D

I like to think that this is at least somewhat cursed <3

[ginanddonuts]

It’s been a minute since I did one of these, but in a year that started with the death of a legend , and saw music infrastructure fracture even further into hyper-niche corners, I found myself more engaged than I’ve been in a while with new rap. Maybe the sheer impossibility of staying on top of everything freed me up to just hear what I hear and rock with what I like, or maybe I just finally burnt myself out playing Starlito tapes on repeat and needed something to switch it up with, but picking 50 was actually kinda tricky. Who knew?

In alphabetic order. Got em’ in a YouTube and an Apple Music playlist for easy listenin'

Armand Hammer - Y'all Can't Stand Right Here (prod. Steel Tipped Dove & Messiah Musik) AyooLii - Shmackin Town (prod. 2PHONENOAH) Baby Osama - Only Girl in the NBA (prod. ?) Babyface Ray ft Los & Nutty - Luh Tyler Flow (prod. TanaFyeThatShitUp2) BabyTron ft Luh Tyler - Kai Cenat / Old Days (prod. Hokatiwi) billy woods - Rapper Weed (prod. Kenny Segal) Bobby Too Tact - Real Facts (WhoRunItNYC Performance) (prod. Lowkeymali) 2HUMPY x 2RARE - 2HUMPY Anthem (prod. 2HUMPY) Certified Trapper - Over Seas (prod. Certified Trapper) Christ Dillinger - Ima Go Out Fighting Like King Von (prod. Seepy) Connie Diiamond ft Jenn Carter - Ghetto & Ratchet (prod. DJAaronOnDaBeat & Milan Made It) CrackWhite - Black Pain (prod. RAN) Danny Brown ft Bruiser Wolf - Y.B.P. (prod. SKYWLKR, Kassa Overall) DJ Fresh ft E40, Larry June & Dreebo - Pop My Shit (prod. DJ Fresh) Earl Sweatshirt - Making the Band (Danity Kane) (prod. Evilgiane) FLEE - Hunnibun (prod. Natt Carlos) Gabe 'Nandez - Long Reach (prod. Argov) Ice Spice - Deli (prod. RiotUSA) IceColdBishop - Last Night (prod.BREGMA, Jeremy Uribe, David Emanuel & Bubbs) ICYTWAT - Black Card (prod. Rocco Roy) Jay Hound ft Jay5ive - Ukraine (prod. DoubleM) Kari Faux ft Devin the Dude - DOG (prod. Phoelix) KARRAHBOOO - Running Late (prod. Gentlebeatz & Yovng Blake) Key Glock - In And Outta Town (prod. BandPlay & Hitkidd) Killer Mike ft. Future, Andre 3000, Eryn Allen Kane - Scientists & Engineers (prod. André 3000, No I.D., DJ Paul, James Blake & TWhy) King Vision Ultra ft Lord Kayso - Media Training (prod. King Vision Ultra) Maiya The Don - Dusties (prod. Pliznaya & Derrick Milano) Maz G x AyooLii - Jack TAP (prod. AyooLii) Niontay ft Earl Sweatshirt, El Cousteau, & MIKE - Real hiphop (prod. Tony Seltzer & Vinny Fanta) Noname ft $ilkMoney & billy woods - gospel? (prod. Gaetan) NR Boor x OT7 Quanny - Body 4 Body (prod. Pyro-Z5) Oodaredevil - No Regular (prod. Cade, Giannii) Paris Texas ft Kenny Mason - DnD (prod. Paris Texas, Dilip, William J. Sullivan, Julian Ali, Romil Hemnani) Rent Check ft Baghead & Vazh - Full Court(prod. Baghead) RXKNephew - Matching moncler (prod. Warheart) Sexyy Red - Shake Yo Dreads (prod. Kat Lightning & AyoCBass) ShyBelligerent-Trynna Make It Out (prod. SheeeshJon) SieteGang Yabbie - Everybody Eats B (prod. 500K?) Smokingskul - Blue Zan (prod. Pdf) Stonedda5th - Changed (prod. CYOUNGBEATZ) That Mexican OT ft Paul Wall & Drodi - Johnny Dang (prod. TobiAli) Tisakorean ft Sunny Galactial - uHhH HuH.mP3 (prod. TisaKorean) TREE x Vic Spencer - Suede on the Roof (prod. CJ the Kid) Treety - "Making Love" (prod. Blaqnmild) Valee ft 03 Greedo (prod. Harry Fraud) Young Nudy - Pancake (prod. Coupe) Young Thug ft Slime & Lil Goth - Hoodie (prod. Southside & Metro Boomin) Zelooperz - 4Inju (prod. Carlo Anthony) 41 - Run That (prod. Touchamill, Jake Krumm, Kshawn Van Huner & Hunter Tomeo)