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dizzee kipling | rumi indie rp: the get down

[thecompetitor-aa-blog]

the get down sentence meme part ii.

the first one i did is here. but with the second part of season one (and the unfortunate cancellation of the show) i decided to celebrate the show as a whole with another sentence meme. so here it is!

change them around as needed

❝ you truly are as fine as wine, and so divine. ❞

❝ i ain’t no hard rock like you, but when it comes to my girl, i’m all heart. i’m do or die. ❞

❝ you might kill me, but you’ll never beat me. ‘cause i got love, and you’ll probably never know what that is. ❞

❝ just keep loving me and i promise it’s gonna all be alright. ❞

❝ ‘cause all we gotta do is love each other, right? ❞

❝ you see, up in ______ that which is wrong can seem right, and right seem wrong. ❞

❝ we all have sins. all of us are looking for forgiveness. ❞

❝ players always get played in the end. ❞

❝ it’s the friendships we break more so than the friendships we make that delineate the intelligent leader. ❞

❝ when you know better, than you do better. ❞

❝ when you a king, you gotta look out for your people. ❞

❝ no matter if i live or die, i promise i’mma meet you on the other side. ❞

❝ kings don’t run. kings walk. ❞

❝ it ain’t talk if it’s true. ❞

❝ in this life, if you want something, you have to pursue it. you can’t just rely on life to pursue you. ❞

❝ if making something of myself means losing myself, then what am i making? ❞

❝ i’ll always wait for you. ❞

❝ i’ve been waiting on you my whole life. even when we’re together, there’s still a part of me waiting on you. ❞

❝ i can’t wait to have a orgasm. with someone else, i mean. i can get the job done like [pops tongue]. ❞

❝ you ever been in love? ❞

❝ how’d it end? ❞

❝ it hasn’t. ❞

❝ i love my girl! i love ______! ❞

❝ i had BIG fun. MAJOR FUN. it was kind of like…it was life changing. ❞

❝ be gone, bitch. ❞

❝ yo, did you cry? i bet you fucking cried. ❞

❝ no, i did not cry. ❞

❝ ______ probably cried. ❞

❝ wait, you asking me out or ——? ❞

❝ what the fuck did i just do? ❞

❝ i don’t own shit. ❞

❝ it’s called star wars, fool. ❞

❝ it’s just the past couple days has just really got me thinking. you know, life is short. ❞

❝ remembered when we promised, all we gotta do is love each other? ❞

❝ cause you and me, we a team, remember? i got your back. ❞

❝ we’re done. ❞

[phantomemes]

rp sentence starters from  bridget devoue’s  work  ,  soft thorns 

“ i was born with wide eyes and a fragile heart ” “ i feel everything so deeply ” “ i am not yours ” “ you opened my door without knocking first ” “ beauty is a curse the rose knows well ” “ beauty does not solve problems ” “ it’s just a different map down the same road ” “ someone once told me they were scared of the truth in my eyes ” “ i learned to live my life blind ” “ i don’t remember love as a child ” “ i spent my life searching for fantasies ” “ a fantasy in real life is also known as a lie ” “ scars may fade but they last forever ” “ i always scared everyone away ” “ i dreamt of exploring the world ” “ i knew it was time to surrender ” “ my heart becomes so light when i’m around you ” “ there is an unspoken truth between us ” “ i know you’re speaking but i can’t hear you ” “ i want to experience why we’re here on earth ” “ i want to tell you everything ” “ i’ve never done this before ” “ stop talking so much ” “ we crave intimacy even when it hurts ” “ hell is watching something that was your everything  ,  slip away ” “ your silence burns ” “ why is it that everyone can see i’m suffering but you? ” “ let’s pretend like we’re friends ” “ it’s so painful to talk to you ” “ i don’t want you to be in love with someone else ” “ i don’t know how to fall asleep anymore ” “ are you pretending to forget me too? ” “ those who don’t believe in ghosts have never had a broken heart ” “ i feel like i’m letting go of a dream ” “ but i’m not ready ” “ why did we jinx ourselves like that? ” “ i’m still scared to lose you ” “ being alone was never hard ” “ i thought i was free ” “ i don’t want company ” “ to you i was just an escape ” “ sometimes we fall in love with ideas  ,  not people ” “ i need to walk away from the person you’ve become ” “ it’s a miracle i’m still alive ” “ bittersweet defined us ” “ love is a necessary tragedy ” “ this is a lie you have been told ” “ appearance and intelligence are not codependent ” “ you are not their prey ” “ you have more power than you know ” “ we’re built to make mistakes ” “ we choose to stay numb because we think it keeps us safe ” “ your past is never truly the past ” “ we’re only haunted by the things we refuse to accept ” “ the truth hurts because we live in a world so used to lies ” “ your weakest moments are your strongest in disguise ” “ time will either heal you or kill you ” “ we are not born broken ”

[melto]

i absolutely support march for our lives but please recongize how racism comes into play. the media never supported BLM like this, the public never did, and sure as hell not everyone marching today did. if you’re out there preaching for keeping kids safe from guns, u better not be forgetting all the black kids who have lost their lives to them from police.

[dailyrothko]

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968

[gifstarwars]

“[On the importance of the lack of straightened/relaxed hair in Black Panther] Before the advent of the white man, black people on the continent were doing all sorts of things with their hair. The idea of extensions and all that is not new. But the shaming and rejecting of kinks and curls is new. That did come with the white man. And so in [Black Panther] Wakanda is a country that has never been colonised. So they embrace themselves. They have their own sense of what’s beautiful.” 

[thegiftedoneishere]

[vikktuuri]

More T'challa whoops

[shareaquote]

I don’t care if I will end up in hell, as long as you’re with me. Hell is a place where all the people are sad and suffer. With you, I can’t be that way.

a-hidden-rose (via wnq-writers)

[dzrumis]

on the cheek

it’s not the first time dizzee’s woken up, a little stoned, next to brett. half of the other boy’s face was buried in his pillow, a small stain on the pillowcase, indicative of drool. 

and dizzee’s grinning, because his friend’s never looked more transcendent. 

reality greets dizzee slowly, as he hovers in the place between sleep and wake, settling on the image of his friend’s face. his expression is smoothed out with the peace that sleep sometimes brings and dizzee’s definitely still a little high, so it can’t be too much after midnight. 

the room is dimly lit by the hue of his lava lamp, the walls tinged orange, and dizzee thinks it’s kind of beautiful. brett’s laptop is likely discarded somewhere by their feet, a movie half watched having already ended, and dizzee wonders about picking it up and setting it to a side so as they don’t kick it off the edge of the bed. 

brett must feel dizzee staring at him, because the other boy’s nose wrinkles a little, like he’s about to sneeze. brett sniffs, mumbles something, and buries his face a little more into his pillow, so that all’s left is the other’s cheek, and part of his nose. 

brett is safety in a place far from home. sometimes, dizzee can’t believe how lucky he was - to find a white boy in the city so much like brett. filled with the stars and speckled with all the colours of the universe. brett, who would cry with him, laugh with him, talk to him and listen to him. who would go to protests with him, normalize inclusivity, who would grin at him when dizzee came home smelling like spray paint, who would order way too much food, and understand that even when dizzee didn’t want to speak - he didn’t need someone to speak for him. least of all, a white boy.

dizzee’s smiling lazily now, yawning again as the night drew him back to sleep, clouding around him gently. 

brett must have felt his unrest, because the other boy shifted again, and then his eyes opened. brett turned, facing dizzee and yawning. there’s a question in his friend’s eyes, written in his face, and dizzee understands it as a question, wondering if dizzee wanted brett to go back to his own bed. if dizzee wanted to kick him out of his room, which brett wouldn’t hesitate to do, no matter how tired. 

and it’s with affection, genuine and overwhelming affection, that draws dizzee to shift, lean over, and lightly - chastely - press his lips to brett’s cheek. 

“g’night, man,” dizzee mumbles, pulling away, the words thick with sleep and love for his friend, before dropping his face back into his own pillow and letting sleep take him with the safety brett encased him in. 

[sunsetquotes]

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.

Najwa Zebian (via sunsetquotes)

[dzrumis]

bretttal:

“Snow,” he says with a shudder, more a response to the concept than actual cold. He folds his legs and tucks his feet beneath his thighs. It is a bad idea to be barefoot in such cold weather. Regardless, his brain provides an idea almost impossible to refuse, and he turns to Dizzee with a crooked grin.

“Do you think the polish will set faster if we bury our fingers in snow?”

The grin is definitely crooked for how stupid that idea is.

The playlist is, once again, filled with sci-fi action and alien conspiracy theories. Brett cannot be more thankful for a roommate who shares similar interests with him. Once that is done, he gets up to fetch the polish. He also brings the tissues, too, knowing too well he will mess up at least once, if not twice.

“I used to think snow was awesome. Then I actually experienced snow. Turns out it’s just… very cold. Pretty for photos, though.” He says, uncapping a bottle of sky blue polish to check if it is in prime state for application.

It takes a moment for the thought to set, and Dizzee’s grinning back before he knows it. “Think it depends on how dry the polish is,” he responds, as though it was a potential outcome they’d actually consider. Dizzee watches Brett inspect the polish, shifting so as to position himself better so as to paint the other boy’s nails. 

“Got some thinner lyin’ around if it’s drying out,” Dizzee offers, but notices that the applicator is wet with the polish, indicating that it’d yet to dry out. “Nah, it’s good.” He crosses his legs beneath him on the cushions, taking the tissue from the other boy and laying it out over his knee. 

He’s thinking of dark nights and the smell of spray paint in the air, him and his crew shaking cans and laughing, and the smell of the polish takes him back. He looks back at his phone, tapping on a couple other food items before tapping on the order option. “Food’s on its way. Got enough to last us, I’m thinkin’.” 

[dzrumis]

doublebcss:

“as a matter of fact, i did. this sounds strange but i like to look at them when i walk past. they’re pieces of art. they inspire me when i’ve got a low writing day.” she grins back at him. “i take it you saw it too?” obviously he did but mo wants to keep the conversation going for as long as possible; she runs a hand through her hair. 

dizzee is smiling before he knows it, leaning the broom against the wall and dusting off his hands. “yeah. something about love being our mother,” dizzee offers nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders while the smile continued to touch his lips. “haven’t seen you before,” dizzee finds himself adding, aware that he’s not much in the shop these days anyway. “i’m dizzee.” 

[dovingmemes]

send in a ‘💝’ for a random special valentine’s day kiss

on the back of the hand

on the fingertips 

on the cheek

on the chin

on the jaw

on the lips

on the neck

on the collar bone

on the chest

on the stomach

on the hips

on the thigh

on the calves

[blackreigen-deactivated20190402]

hey. u kno what was a good line in the get down? when thor was like “it didnt use to be this hard” and dizzee said smth like “for ppl like me it was”

like. the ease dizzee had with correcting thor and letting him know that things arent the same for white and black folks. and the way thor genuinely didnt know or think of that and was able to take dizzees word for it and clearly appreciate him for holding him accountable for his words.

open and honest communication in interracial relationships/friendships/partnerships!! good shit thats some good shit right there!!

[thundershroud-blog]

                             independent, private, & selective                  ANISSA PIERCE of the cw’s black lightning.

                                                   written by kelsey, 18+

[ofpanthcrs]

   “ –– then do what you M U S T,  t’challa, but don’t lose yourself. you are not a soldier, you are a K I N G. and it is not enough to be the SWORD, you must be theintelligence  behind it.

[nickandros]

we’re in love during the war. does it make each moment more precious, or does it make each moment more difficult?

the war will turn us to monsters (i no longer recognize you) [j.m] (via mythpoetrynet)