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readyforevolution · 3 months

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A 'COOLEY HIGH' REUNION

AT THE 2022 TCM CLASSIC FILM FESTIVAL IN LOS ANGELES, CA

Steven Williams (73), Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs (68), director Michael Schultz (83; middle back row), Cynthia Davis (63), Glynn Turman (75), and Garrett Morris (85) attend the screening of "Cooley High".

One of the most influential African American films of the 1970s, this coming-of-age tale was inspired by writer Eric Monte’s experience growing up in Chicago’s Cabrini-Green housing project, where he attended the real Cooley Vocational High School. Indie studio American International Pictures developed his story and had the wisdom to hire a Black director, Michael Schultz, to shoot the low-budget film on location. Glynn Turman stars as Preach, who dreams of writing plays while palling around with basketball champ Cochise (Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs). Their episodic adventures and a soundtrack filled with Motown classics helped turn the picture into one of the year’s biggest hits.

It had a major influence on writer-director-actor Robert Townsend—who had a one-line bit—and John Singleton, among other Black filmmakers who saw its use of three-dimensional characters and focus on friendship as a breakthrough. It also inspired the hit TV series What’s Happening!!

#blacktumblr #black history #black liberation #african history #cooley high

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sinligh · 5 months

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As the year is ending,

The residual of all the life I’ve forbidden myself out of habit

is barely drawing a new beginning line

So where do i start ? today ?

By the time I woke up today i was already late, not in the sense that i had somewhere to be. No, but the urge to up and leave was almost hysterical

The only thing contradicting it

Was the hesitancy I chained my feet to before I went to sleep last night.

One foot in December, the other in January.

I thought i could still put an effort in trying, but then i started counting all the steps that i took away from reality

I’m so full of life that i don’t know how to put any of it to use; bits and pieces are falling behind because i have my hands so full of myself.

I rationalize the amount of love i absorb into my body, but.. it’s never wasted on me.

If it’s too much for me today, I’ll save it in, store it in a dark corner in my brain that resembles a personal pandora box

my prefrontal cortex

and when everything gets overwhelmingly dark I’ll open it then, let all the leftover love roam my world, and if it ruins me then so be it and if it fixes me…

Well, i don’t see it.

I strive for depth but the more i dig the deeper I’m buried

Naïve enough to expect that someone on the surface will surely notice, and walk back on my steps.

But it’s nothing to worry about now, is it ?

I’m young and I’m invincible and I’m on top of the world

I’m hesitant and I’m rotten. and I can’t stop thinking about throwing myself into this world

The way i was thrown in a pool as a child, expecting that contact will trigger an instinctive response and I’ll swim.. I’ll live.

So.. if I start spinning around myself in my kitchen like a dervish would do in sufi whirling..

it’s only because I’m overflowing with all that I want to be.. but i can’t.

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•Quotes: Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner/ Anne Sexton/ Fariha Róisín/ Sylvia Plath/ Mayclair/ Taylor Swift

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Mother and Children by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (Details) 2. Jean-Augustin Franquelin (detail). 3. Ettore Tito - Con la rosa tra le labbra. 4. Louis Janmot, Fleur des champs (details) 5. Art by Salvatore Postiglione (detail)

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southparkhcsocs · 10 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do main 4 + butters with an s/o who has IED if you don't know, it's an impulsive-control disorder characterized by sudden episodes of unwarranted anger.

And btw i love ur headcanons so keep up the fantastic work

Hi! Thank you for the ask! Sorry if this isn't what you were expecting but I hope you like it!

I'm doing as the gangs first time experiencing IED

Stan Marsh

Bro is just chilling

So were you

And he asked you to play a game for like the 3rd time and you just went off.

He let you scream, shout, yell, all of it until you paused to catch a breathe.

He remembered you tell him you have IED and he did look it up once, but this was the first time it happened in his presence.

Doesn't quite know if he should talk about it after or not.

Kyle Broflovski

Note to himself.

Don't call you baby girl.

It trigged something.

You kicked off!

And when I say kicked

watch out Ike

Kick the baby to the fuckin MAX

Kyle of course read everything he could of about IED when you told him about it.

But seeing it happen in front of him was a lot

Once you had calmed down he hugged you. A lot.

Kenny McCormick

Offended

Unfortunately you call him a lot of names

he takes it like a champ though.

mf dies like every day he can handle a couple of names.

doesn't quite realise what's happening at first.

And then it's like the dots connect he's like ooooooohhhhhhh

he helps you with breathing exercises, some times it works, some times it doesn't

Eric Cartman

Sorry

you're not getting support

It's Cartman, c'mon now

He wouldn't shut up about Kyle

Just going on and on and on

You snapped and hun, you bet he snapped back.

Won't talk to you unless he wants something.

He cried when he was on his own after

He never bothered looking it up until he realised that actually maybe he could use it to his own gain.

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

Sorrynotsorry

Butters just thinks it your time of the month

like every time

Said to Stan's gang that you're on all the time.

Just goes out and buys you things you need while on your period

Chocolate, hot water bottle, pads, all things he thinks you need

googles "gf on period again???"

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yesterdayandkarma · 1 month

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African woman by Eric Champs SUDISTENEWS

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latelyanobsession · 2 years

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Phantom Driver

summary the hawkins high tigers have lost the ‘85 basketball championship game and billy is not the most gracious of losers. all talk at an after game party, he may have pissed off the wrong people. suspicions run high when he finds your car run off the road two nights later…

warnings angst, billy shooting his mouth off..., use of a derogatory term, mah good man steve, billy being an unhinged gremlin, abduction, violence, fight scene, the tiniest bit of fluff

word count 2,773

note this is in fulfillment of a reader’s request. but i also heavily leaned into a college story that my mother once told me, because the more i kept reading over the request the more it made me think of some of the elements in her college story.... i had too much fun with this. the prompt - “Hi friend!! Could I request something where the reader is supposed to meet up with Billy Hargrove (they're in a relationship) but she doesn't ever show up so he asks to use the diner phone (or wherever would have a phone, up to you) and calls her house to see what happened but her parent (preferably the dad) says she left a while ago. So he gets back in his car and drives the route she would've had to take to get there and he finds her car crashed and totaled on the side of the road. Up to you how it goes from there. Sorry it's kind of long but ty!!”

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

He knocked back another drink, the music thrumming in the background as the teens around him partied.

Lighting up a cigarette, he impatiently snapped the lighter shut.

“Hey man...” a broad shouldered boy said, walking up and offering his hand.

“That was a good game.”

Billy didn’t take it. Instead taking a long pull from his cig and slowly exhaling out smoke in the boy’s face.

“You too...” Billy said with false civility, a tight-lipped smile on his face.

Tonight had been the ‘85 Championship game. It was make or break. The Tigers had been so damn close...

In the last two minutes of the final quarter, the Tigers were up by 15. Only to have Eric, Tiger number 30, deliver a set of free throws on a silver platter to the Arcana Bobcats.

There went 4 points.

It was all downhill from there. Billy screaming at his teammate, ready to smack him upside the head.

Another foul to the Tigers for traveling. A missed three-pointer, stolen.

A slam dunk, two more steals, and a buzzer beater later.... The Indiana 3A Athletics Conference had a new champ.

And it wasn’t the Tigers.

It had been at least a couple hours since the blow had been dealt and he was still seething.

Hanging back along the edges of the interschool mixer being held at some yuppy’s house in the town to celebrate, Billy was licking his wounds.

“Hey bro...” the kid coughed, waving through the smoke, “the fuck is your damage?”

Billy smiled darkly, his tongue darting out to play.

A hand clamped down sharply on his shoulder, reigning him in.

“Hey. He means nothin’ by it.” Steve Harrington answered, stepping up to defuse the situation.

“Get yer paws offa me Harrington”, Billy said dangerously, trying to shrug out of his teammate’s hold.

Rounding on him, Steve looked him dead on. “Don’t go starting trouble....”

Billy huffed out an amused laugh.

“Why? They’re jus’ a bunch of stupid townies!” he said rather loud and boldly.

People’s heads were turning in their direction. The captain of Arcana’s team cocked his head threateningly in their direction.

“What’d you just say, worm?!” he smashed his beer bottle to the concrete.

Billy’s eyes were lighting up in wicked delight, Steve jumping in between as more of the Tigers came out of the woodwork to intervene.

The Arcana boys were rolling up their sleeves.

“I think you’ve just outstayed your welcome.” the captain stated menacingly.

Billy held his ground as Steve and another teammate tugged at him futilely.

“Billy...” Steve pled, his voice dropping just above a whisper, “you think Y/N is gonna be happy to get wind of this?”

Billy’s expression softened for a fraction of a second, locking eyes with Steve. Narrowing, before fixing back on the rival team.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Whatever. I’ve seen enough of this shit-hole town ta last me...” he took one last puff, flicking his cigarette. Hitting the Arcana captain square in the chest with it.

The Bobcats scrambling to hold their leader back as Billy smugly shoved his hands in his pockets, walking off with the Tigers.

“This isn’t over punk!” he yelled, Billy waving him off.

“Come out with me tonight...” Billy breathed, pulling you flush to his chest. Prying you away from your locker.

“I can’t”, you giggled, burying an elbow in his ribs, “...it’s a school night.”

“You missed my game...” he added pointedly, sending heavy lidded puppy-eyes in your direction.

Turning in his hold, you sighed. “Billy that is not fair...” you had been away at your own debate tournament a couple nights ago.

If you hadn’t, you would have been there, like always. In the front row.

He leaned in closer. “C’mon, we can head up Route 26 to that little spot you like...” his lips ghosting over your neck up to your ear.

“And then maybe that spot I like....?” he growled, fingers dancing up your hips.

Heat was settling into your face. You swatted him playfully.

“Alright fine.” you rolled your eyes, “just lemme clear it with the ‘rents.”

A triumphant smile swelled his features, bolstering his ego.

He quickly ducked in to steal a kiss before the bell rang.

“I’ll call you when I get home!” you called after him.

He winked, pursing his lips in a mock kiss, walking into his next class.

You shook your head, heading in your own direction.

You were excited, and would tell your parents anything to get out of the house tonight if you had to.

Your spot all started with a small diner 25 miles east of town, that Billy had dragged you to on a long drive one Sunday afternoon.

The place looked horrendous. Like something you’d immediately catch an illness from just by entering the premises.

An absolute dive. But the food was amazing.

On your way back into town that night you had convinced Billy to take a sharp right down a blind utility road to go see the stars, paired with a bit of stargazing in the backseat...

To both your surprise, you had found an untouched freshwater creek framed with trees and a breathtaking view of the night sky.

This. This was your spot.

“I’ll meet you there...” you smiled over the phone.

“Ya just want me to pick up yer usual?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, “Oh. And Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“You won’t be needing your trunks...” you flirted.

A low moan rumbled through the line.

“Yer killin’ me baby.” he rasped.

You giggled. “I’m heading out. See ya soon.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up.

Packing up your bag you grabbed a set of towels from the hall linen closet, heading into your bedroom.

Habitually you threw open your top dresser drawer to grab your swimsuit. But reminded yourself.

I won’t be needing it tonight.

You shut the drawer, grabbing a few more items before heading downstairs.

“Mom, Dad! I’m headin’ out!” you shouted over your shoulder, opening the front door, keys in hand.

“Home by 9!” your father called.

“2!” you yelled playfully.

“Midnight!” he stuck his head around the kitchen wall. He pointed two fingers to his eyes and back at you.

“No later kiddo.”

You smiled. “Right!” Shutting the door and heading to your car.

Flicking his wrist, Billy looked at his watch. It had been nearly an hour and a half.

Waiting in the diner parking lot, he burned his way through a couple cigarettes as he waited on you to show.

His brow furrowed as he plucked the Marlboro from his lips, exhaling.

You should have been here by now.

Tossing down his smoke, he ground it out heading back inside.

Leaning over the counter he smiled sweetly at the older waitress.

“Hey Donna...” he drawled, “Ya gotta phone I can use?”

“Payphone’s round back sweetie” she spoke in a gravelly tone, a thumb over her shoulder.

“Thanks.” he tapped the counter.

Picking up the handset, he slipped some change into the machine and dialed your home phone.

It rang a couple of times before it was picked up, “Y/L/N residence.” your father answered.

“Hey Mr. Y/L/N, it’s Billy... is Y/N still there?” he inquired.

“Hello Billy my boy! How’s it goin’?” the warmth in your father’s tone apparent.

“-’M fine. She there?”

“No. No... she left to go to that restaurant you guys like a fair bit ago...” he sniffed, scratching his mustache in thought.

“Is anything wrong Billy?” your father pressed.

A pause.

“No. I don’t think so... she’s probably just stopped to pick up a movie or somethin’...” Billy reasoned.

“Alright Billy... you let me know if anything’s goin’ on. You kids keep outta trouble now. Have a good’un.” Your father hung up.

He hung up the receiver, his nerves clawing at his insides.

Where were you?

Maybe you had headed out to the creek ahead of him?

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine, turning up the headlights.

Anxiety was buzzing through him, his fingertips tingling.

You had to be at the creek.

Pulling onto the highway he headed back in that direction.

About five miles down the road he hit the brakes. Putting the camaro into reverse.

A deep black set of skidmarks were burned into the blacktop, veering to the right off the road and into a thicket of woods.

A heavy chill ran up the length of his spine as he stopped the car and quieted the engine.

There was debris strewn all over the road. Shards of orange plastic from a busted out tail light. Fractured pieces of a bumper. Autoglass glittering in the dark.

His eyes followed the scene with trepidation.

Looking to deep gauges in the dirt picking up where the road met the shoulder.

There was a light down in the brush, a loud spitting noise rising up from below.

He rushed towards it. Panic whipping his thoughts into a frenzy.

It was your car.

The steel blue ‘80 Chevy Chevette crashed against a large oak.

The radiator hissing angrily, steam pouring out in front of the headlights.

The windshield was smashed, and the airbags had deployed. Blood smeared across the fabric on the steering wheel.

You were bleeding.

Billy cried out your name wildly. The distress heavy in his voice, as he searched the wreckage.

The driver’s door had been pried open. The seat belt dangling loose out the door. There were heavy drag marks in the grass.

One of your shoes sat alone, a few feet from the crash. Your favorite zip-up hoodie torn and thrown by the wayside.

“Y/N?!” he called out, his chest felt heavy and fit to burst.

Where were you?

Picking up your things and grabbing your bag out of the trunk, Billy hurried back to the camaro.

His eyes darting across the empty road in a panic.

Then it clicked.

“This isn’t over punk!”... the words burst through his head like a white hot streak of lightning.

It was the only thing that made sense.

In this collection of small towns where everybody knew everything about everyone...

Why else would there be any other explanation for you to be run off the road and dragged from your car?

He licked his lips nervously, hands white-knuckling the wheel.

He turned the key, the engine roaring to life. Foot flat to the accelerator as he whipped the camaro around heading north to Arcana High.

A pair of large hands gruffly shoved you into a chair.

You tried to rise up only to be pinned down. Another body binding your wrists behind you. Taping your legs to the chair.

A tall boy with cold blue eyes moved in front of you.

“Wasn’t riding in a trunk enough for ya to get tha picture?” he snarled, directing two other boys to make sure you were fastened down tight.

You spat on him, chest heaving in anger.

Looking at his shirt where it landed, he raised an eyebrow, smiling darkly.

“I see why he likes you...” he grabbed your face cruelly.

“Now listen up and listen good, buttercup.” his grip tightening, making your jaw ache.

“Prince Charming is gonna come runnin’ for ya...” he wrenched your face close, “and when he does... We’ve got a lil’ surprise for him.”

“But until then...” he waved his friends in closer, “lets hear what kind of pretty noises that mouth can make.”

Without warning he sunk his fist into your stomach.

A large guttural cry falling from your lips.

“Whoo!” he proclaimed in wild excitement.

“Might just have to steal you away after this...” he taunted.

He brought down another blow, causing you to scream. Tears rolling down your cheeks, as his friends watched in glee.

Flying into the rival school parking lot, the camaro came to a screeching halt.

There was only one other car there.

The lights were on in the gym.

Rushing from the car, Billy ran towards it. Not considering how much danger he himself might be in.

He was scared. Angry. Furious. And terrified.

That something horrible had happened to you all because of him. What if this time he couldn’t fix it?

He didn’t want to think about that.

He picked up his pace, tearing open the doors and dashing inside.

He stopped short, his breath catching in his throat.

There you were in the center of the court. Bound up with duct tape, blood staining your clothes. Your body slumped over. You were passed out.

Billy yelled your name, about to run to you when his steps faltered.

Hands wrapped around his arms, throwing him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs.

Blue eyes grabbed Billy by the shirt and shoving him against the folded bleachers.

“Hello worm.”

Billy struggled against his hold, his feet scraping to touch the floor.

“What did you do to her?!” Billy roared, thrashing about.

“Nothin’.... “ the captain of the Bobcats tutted, “compared with what I’m about to do to you.”

He cold-cocked Billy straight to the face, dropping his grip to wind back for another.

Finding his feet, Billy wrapped himself around the boy’s torso and shoved with all his might, knocking him off balance.

Throwing a quick set of jabs, Billy sent him reeling on his heels, as the boy shook his head, bringing up his fists to correct.

The boy swung, hitting Billy square in the chest. As Billy heaved, gritting his teeth he wound his fists tight in the boy’s shirt.

Tilting his head back, Billy rammed forward. Headbutting him. Sending his opponent to the floor.

“That bastard’s crazy!” one of his lackeys shouted.

Billy let out a feral cry, the anger and excitement coming to a deadly head.

Winding his grip around the boy’s shoulders he lifted him only to slam him back to the floor. The captain’s blue eyes shooting wide in surprise, blooding sputtering from his mouth.

Tilting him up by the collar, Billy dropped his shoulder back. His fist clenched in a final coup de grace, when a soft sound broke his concentration.

“Billy don’t.”

His grip wavered. The Bobcats captain sliding to the floor with a heavy thud.

Looking up he saw your tear-stained face watching him. Your whole frame shaking, straining against your bonds.

“Billy please....” you pleaded, “it’s not worth it.”

He ran to you.

“Hey! Hey!.... Ya okay?! Baby talk ta me?!” he begged, cupping your face in his hands.

Your face was bloodied.

You had a long gash above your right eyebrow from the car wreck, a bloodied nose, and a fat lip. Deep bruises were blooming across your cheek and jawline.

And those were just the things he could see. The rage was boiling up again.

“I’m okay.” you smiled weakly.

“He’s dead!” Billy declared turning on his heels at your protests only to hear a pair of clicks.

“Hey man...” one of the friends was nervously approaching their captain, “this ain’t worth that kinda trouble.”

The captain raised the revolver level with Billy’s chest, pulling back the hammer.

Another click.

He threw up a hand, warding them off.

“No! No!... This worm needs to learn some respect!” he spat, fingering the trigger.

Billy stood stalk still. His eyes darting from the gun to you.

How could he have ever let something like this happen to you?

“Davis. C’mon man. Put that thing away. Let’s just go home....” the second friend implored.

The Bobcats captain. Davis. Looked to his friends. Then he looked to you and Billy.

The gun went off.

The shot echoing deafeningly in the empty gym.

Billy jolted at the sound thinking for sure that he’d been hit.

You screamed, watching him fold to the floor thinking the worst possible thing had happened.

Davis looked horrified. His arm going limp, as his friends rushed him.

“We have to get outta here!” they insisted, “Davis! We gotta go!”

He continued to stand there for a moment watching it unfold, before tucking the gun in his pants. Running out the door with his friends.

You were sobbing uncontrollably, fighting feverishly against your bindings, finally pulling a hand free.

Ripping loose, you collapsed next to Billy.

“You dumb idiot!” you wept.

He rolled over, blinking at you with wide eyes.

“Baby I’m fine.” he pulled up his shirt, “Nothin...”

Davis had fired blanks at you.

“You dumb. Idiot!” you raged, wrapping your arms around him.

He laughed, pulling you into his lap.

“Does that mean you love me?” he wondered, tucking a hair behind your ear.

Big crocodile tears were rolling down your cheeks.

“Yes” you sniffled, “Don’t push it!”

He pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“I won’t.” he smiled.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanon #stranger things oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n

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oury-boros · 8 months

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*pulls up chair* please tell us more about this Wooden Overcoats Wrestling idea I am FASCINATED

Ok so most important number one thing is that pro wrestling is the most sophisticated method of storytelling mankind has ever made, number two is that wooden overcoats is the most sophisticated story mankind has ever told. Alright now if we've got that down

Rudyard is the heel. Obviously. Undertaker themed of course, though clearly distinct from famed pro wrestler The Undertaker He's been the champ of some minor belt for a while, he's part of some midcard stable none of whom really like him but they also don't care enough to kick him out. He's fine in a fight but he doesn't have a true passion for the sport--his whole deal is getting the opponent to the canvas and pinned on time. Antigone is still technically a wrestler but you only ever see her peeking her head into rudyards and georgies matches, she hasn't wreslted in years. Georgie has an alliance with rudyard but she's sort of just fucking around.

Then one day, a new face joins the promotion. He makes his first appearance watching Rudyard fight with Georgie ringside. He doesn't say anything yet, but not too long later Eric Chapman has a promo introducing himself as Rudyards competition. Rudyards the undertaker (though not The Undertaker) and Eric's the funeral director. Antigone scares the shit out of him there's a suggestion Georgie might defect do you see. Do you see how easily it fits. And yet how many adaptations into the genre of pro wrestling have you seen.

Also, obviously, antigone in the spotlight is a coffin match wherein she's fighting in honor of a retired wrestler and she's still not super accustomed to being in the ring, especially without her brother. This is not a match about being mad at each other, it is entirely about business, which is why Antigone has to slam Erics ass into a coffin. Georgie was supposed to be at ringside but there was a misunderstanding so she's mad and not there and Antigone is feeling Bad. There's a moment where it looks like she might have second thoughts about the whole thing, but then he's a bitch and she BEATS his ass and SLAMSSSSSS it into a coffin.

The most important thing about this adaptation is Eric Chapman getting beaten up ok thank you and goodnight/morning

#wooden overcoats #eric chapman #rudyard funn #antigone funn #georgie crusoe #pro wrestling #thank you for asking anon #i hadnt actually thought it through at all but now i Have

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 5 months

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Eric Holcomb (R-IN) Governor of Indiana

I was surprised to see Gov. Holcomb not wearing his usual boots this week. Normally I would not approve, but tasseled loafers are also my weakness.

On A Side Note: I keep envisioning Eric as a bottom, but I see shots like this with him showing no ass at all. And… it ruins the imagery.

Well… I still image him sucking cock like champ with no problems.

#eric holcomb #american politician #politician #handsome daddy #pilf #tasseled loafers #governor #daddy #bearded daddy #beard mode

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haknom · 1 year

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headshot! — profiles ; bball champs 🏆

JUNGWON, JAKE, & SUNGHOON

jungwon: sophomore at hybe high, basketball team leader (player #04), and tutors younger kids as a part time job.

jake: junior at hybe high, player #05 on the basketball team, and rumoured to be a fuckboy.

sunghoon: junior at hybe high, player #23 on the basketball team, and is also a straight-A student ever since his final year of middle school.

SUNWOO, JAY, & JUYEON

sunwoo: senior at hybe high, player #21 on the basketball team, and always gets hit in the face with the basketball.

jay: junior at hybe high, player #99 on the basketball team, and obsessed with junny.

juyeon: senior at hybe high, player #12 on the basketball team, only joined the team to say ‘he experienced the highschool life.’

ERIC, REI (@soov), & DIANA (@ddenoudepression)

eric: senior at hybe high, player #9 on the basketball team, and very unsupportive of stupid things.

rei: junior at hybe high, a manager of the boys basketball team, ballet dancer, and on the badminton team (player #11).

diana: sophomore at hybe high, a manager of the boys basketball team, and always sobbing over something.

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authors note: a coincidence how rei is rei and reis faceclaim is rei 😓 (tongue twister omg)

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cabinporn · 2 years

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Nine wooden cabins from Lake Anecy Cabin Festival @festivaldescabanes 1. Les Voisins by Julien Fjardo and Vincent Brédif 2. Onna-Ji by Iris Jacquard and Maud Laronze 3. Cant by Tristan Narcy and Arthur Lemaire 4. Le Banquet du Belvedere by Takumi Goto and Austere Judzentyte 5. L’Oratoire de la Chaise by Aelier Ajo 6. Mille Lieux by Eric Gendre and Vincent Bernet Rollande 7. Champs du Vent by Philippe Paumelle and Anna Marin 8. Le Clocher by Julie Boirin, Anouck Jacquet, Anaïs Jeantils, Eléonore Mougel and Marie Pila 9. L’Ombre by Samuel Thibault de Chanvalon, Pierre Fortunel, Ma��l Garner and Thibaut Servier Photographs by #davidfoessel More photos on @cabinporn.

#cabin

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yourimagines · 5 months

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The stalker

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing and fluff (made up IG names)

- Summary: you stalk your boyfriend Nick on instagram

Nickdiaz209

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Nickdiaz209: Coffee ☕️

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@ yourname: Damn that’s hot 🥵

@ diazfan4life: you’re right, he’s hot 🥵

@ xdiaz209: I like she’s always commenting on his posts

@ Nickdiaz209: me or that coffee?

@ yourname: @ Nickdiaz209 that coffee ☕️ 😂

@ jakeshields: looking good brother 💪🏻

@ represent: 🔥

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Nickdiaz209: Back in the day 🕰

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@ roundarousey: I remember this day, good noddles tho 👍🏻

@ Diazbrothers209: the champ

@ yourname: still looking good 💕

@ Nickdiaz209: ❤️

@ y/n biggest fan: they are so cute 🥰

@ RensYelp: simp!

@ bjjmma: NDA 💪🏻

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Yourname: Stockton 209 👊🏻

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@ BFFname: cool looking dude’s.

@ Nickdiaz209: why is my arm so hairy?

@ natediaz209: grizzly bear 😂

@ Nickdiaz209: @ natediaz209 shut it

@ yourname: @ natediaz209 more like a teddy bear 🧸

@ natediaz209: @ yourname 😂

@ Nickdiaz209: @ yourname stop hatin on my hairy arms

@ yourname: @ Nickdiaz209 I love ya

@ jakeshields: 209 🔥

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Nickdiaz209: Looking fresh, photo credits @ yourname 📸

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@ represent: looking good 🔥

@ Diazfans209: let’s go champ

@ NDAboxing: 🥊

@ yourname: look at that, I need some water 👀🥵

@ nickD209fan: you’re a real one y/n, thanks for that picture

@ Diazbrothers209: best girlfriend ever goes to…Y/N

@ Nickdiaz209: @ yourname 😉

@ yourname: @ Nickdiaz209 🙈

@ killshotmma: killing everyone 🔥

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Nickdiaz209: Brothers 🔥 photo credits @ yourname 📸

# brothers # NDA # 209

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@ natediaz209: brothers 💪🏻

@ jakeshields: Stocktons gangsters 🔥

@ diazfan209: looking good 👊🏻

@ represent: 🔥

@ mmafan4life: come back to the ufc 🥊

@ yourname: thanks for the credits but you guys stole the damn show 😉

@ boxing2you: y/n I love you 😘

@ BFFname: girl your good 🤭

@ Nickdiaz209: love ya ❤️

@ killshotmma: the real BMF 🔥

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Nickdiaz209: War is coming

# NDA

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@ represent: 🔥

@ yourname: Damn papi 🔥

@ xgirlbjjx: Damn y/n you’re lucky 🥵

@ Nickdiaz209: @ yourname 💪🏻

@ BensMma: gross 🤢

@ natediaz209: 👊🏻

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Nickdiaz209: done ✅

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@ Ericsgym: healthy looking, except for that crooked nose 😂

@ diaz209: hater

@ Andrewmma: at least he’s a champ, what are you Eric, a troll?

@ yourname: Those veins 😳🥵

@ y/nfan: you’re always so thirsty for him 😂

@ yourname: @ y/nfan: 🙈

@ Nickdiaz209: 👀

@ Jakeshields: looking good, next time I join you 🚴🏻‍♂️

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Exploring the Genius of Charles Mingus: A Deep Dive into "The Great Concert of Charles Mingus"

Introduction: Charles Mingus’ live album, “The Great Concert of Charles Mingus,” recorded on April 19, 1964, at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées in Paris, stands as a monumental achievement in jazz history. Released in 1971, this triple album captures Mingus’ innovative spirit and showcases his exceptional band featuring Eric Dolphy, Clifford Jordan, Jaki Byard, Dannie Richmond, and on some…

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#Charles Mingus #Classic Albums #Clifford Jordan #Dannie Richmond #Eric Dolphy #Jaki Byard #Jazz History #Johnny Coles #The Great Concert of Charles Mingus

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LOTF boys but it’s the game pigeon game i think they’d be the best at

Jack : pool or chess 100%. he knows how to move the thing on the pool ball like a real pro, and he is an irl chess player. so he just absolutely slaughters at both of the games.

Ralph : sea battle (otherwise known as battle ships, if ur a man of culture such as myself). he just places his boats so strategically and his daddy is in the fucking navy so he can kill you at sea battle.

Piggy : probably fucking ANAGRAMS. any word, he smashes instantly and everyone hates him for it because after they beat him at everything else, he’s like 🤓☝️ let’s play anagrams!

Roger : darts. his aim is too good, he threw those rocks at those kids. he’s good at darts.

Simon : filler! it’s a strategy game but simon crushes it every time and nobody wants to play against him anymore.

Maurice : CUP. PONG. BRO IS THE CUP PONG MASTER. HE PLAYED 600 HOURS TO BE A REAL LEVEL CHAMP 😤😤

Sam and Eric : shuffleboard. it’s easily the most confusing game on the whole app and the twins r like yeah bro we know how to play we’ll help then they destroy you

#lotf #lord of the flies #shitpost #lotf shitpost #lotf jack #lotf ralph #lotf simon #lotf roger #lotf piggy #lotf samneric #lotf maurice #lotf headcanons

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