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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@manonsleftboot
Jaafar at BET Awards ⋆✴︎˚。⋆
you have to be kidding me, he looks soooo good?!??
MANON at the 68th Grammy Awards
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANONNNN 🩷. I hope you enjoy today. You are truly loved and missed <3
I wrote this last night before going to bed and wasn’t planning to share it. But here it is.
Michael has been gone for seventeen years, yet somehow it still feels like he's here. In many ways, he is. The music, the memes, the impact he made… the guy even has fans that are in diapers right now.
I was very young when he passed, but somehow I remember that day with a lot of clarity. Maybe that's strange, considering how little most of us remember from our early childhood—especially a single day in such detail. Yet I can still recall it from beginning to end. More than that, I remember exactly how I felt.
I was very sad because I had lost my grandpa a few months back, so the night Michael passed, something —or someone— told me in my dreams that everything was going to be okay. Crazy, right?
To me, Michael Jackson was more than just an artist—he was someone I looked up to and still do. He went through so much crap, yet he always seemed to find a reason to smile and keep going. It may sound stupid to some, but sometimes when I feel overwhelmed or when I feel like I can't no more, I ask myself "what would Michael do?". His perseverance, kindness, and dedication have always inspired me, and they still do.
He left us way too early, but he completed his mission.
As an artist, Michael achieved what no other has. His impact on music and the world remains untouched. So does his heart.
His desire to help others—not for praise, recognition, or personal gain, but simply out of the goodness of his heart—is something he will always be known for. Kindness cannot be faked. It comes from who you are, and Michael showed that throughout his whole life.
That's why seventeen years later, he is still remembered not only for what he accomplished, but for who he was.
I saw someone on TikTok comment that they had asked their mother why God took him so soon. Their mother replied, "If you walked into a garden full of flowers, which one would you pick?" and that hit.
That’s all I have to say (or I’ll cry more).
We love you and we miss you, Michael ❤️
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we miss you mj 🖤.
…can i just say something?
he’s so fine ugh 😣
Seeing an edit on TikTok of a “character”.
*Sighs*
Opens Tumblr and looks up “character” x reader.
where them ledger ward x reader fics at…?
Sinners made history today and the racist are choking on their tears. #oscar 😂😂😂😂😂
Wunmi Mosaku Tapped Into a Whole New Power With Sinners🤎🤎🤎🤎
Two things I love: sinners and dead meat on YouTube. I seriously didn’t think he’ll get the movie approved for a kill count this soon🥺❤️
Smoke vs Stack
yeah soo... I was actually the turnbuckle
2024 + HORROR
tell your homeboy’s goodnight *trend* | sinners !
warnings: language ofc + modern times! + men being vulnerable?
reference:
SMOKE: if you can actually get him to do it then gold stars for you! If you showed him this trend, you would have to analyze his face to see a smidge of a smirk playing on the corner of this mouth but after the video is over he’ll look you dead in the face and say, “I’m not doin’ that shit. No.” Eventually he’ll break and do it, he could blame it on the alcohol (he always handled himself well no matter how much he indulged in) but really it was to please you. You’re lounging on the couch together and the first one he calls is: Bo Chow. His wife, Grace—that you’re alright with—is actually the one to pick up the phone before relocating around their home to bring the phone to Bo.
“Smoke Moore! How y’all doin’ tonight?” Which is a typical response from his good friend.
Smoke dips his head, “Straight. Look I ain’t gonna hold you, I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.”
The line goes quiet for a moment before Bo chuckled, “Okay…? Goodnight. You feelin’ alright?”
“What you mean?”
“I appreciate the love and everything but this ain’t like you. A simple text would have been just fine…which I know you know. You are a man of few words, which is why I’ll ask again? You feelin’ alright tonight?”
You’re snickering on the other line, shielding your face from Smoke’s glare before he answers, “I’m feelin’ grand. What? It’s a problem to wish the homies goodnight?”
“He been drinkin’?” You can hear Grace comment in the background.
Smoke sucks his teeth as Bo tries to shush the woman who vocally bites back that she won’t be silenced.
“No, it ain’t no problem. Is it a crime to check in with you?”
“Nah.” Smoke shrugs.
Bo responds, “Alright then.”
The line goes quiet for another beat until Bo throws in, “So…are you gonna head over here and tuck me in too or is that it?”
Which makes Smoke disconnect the call immediately, leaving you and Bo a hollering mess.
It took persuading but Smoke decides to call one more person: Delta Slim.
“Yellow?!” His voice picks up on a fifth ring, almost making Smoke hang up long before that.
It’s loud on the other end, making the both of you believe he’s still out living his usual night life.
Smoke clears his throat, “What’s goin’ on, unc?”
“Same shit different day. What you want, Smoke?” He calls over the music but the both of you can hear the thud and shuffle of his steps as he takes his place somewhere quieter, “You need me for OT or sum’n?”
Which makes Smoke jerk his face back.
Damn it’s like that?
Yes he was a man always about his business but was his calls always about that?
“Nah, you know your schedule well,” Smoke speaks, “I just wanted to tell you goodnight.”
There’s a pause on the other line.
“You what?” The both of you can picture Slim’s round eyes widening and dipping his head to make sure he heard you better, “I know I ain’t hear that right.”
“Yeah you did,” Smoke continues on, “It’s important to tell your people goodnight since ya know, shits never promised and all that.”
Slim hums, “That sound like some bullshit your lady put you up to.”
Funny how he always clocked you.
“Woooow.” You couldn’t help but to interrupt, making the older man laugh it up as the both of you can hear him then taking a swish from his flask.
Smoke laughs too, “These women always got us up to something huh?”
“I know that’s right.” Delta Silm agrees just as you shove Smoke’s shoulder, “I respect it though. That one got her head on right so keep her close. You on the other hand? Don’t bring that bullshit to me over the phone no more, ya hear? You got something to say to me, say it with your chest when you see me in person.”
Smoke snorts, “Heard you.”
“Alright now,” Slim says, “Y’all enjoy the rest of your night and I’ll see you at the spot next shift.”
You both bid Slim a goodnight, leaving you with a dramatic sigh as Smoke lolls his head on the couch towards you.
“Satisfied?”
You smile as you shift to place your head right in his lap, already having a good night of your own as Smoke drags his fingers along the slope of your body, bringing you to a peaceful slumber in his hold.
STACK: he’s always with the foolishness so yeah he’s down! The first person on his list is obviously his big bro, Elijah Smoke Moore.
“Yeah, stack.” Smoke answers, already sounding annoyed.
Stack snickers as he sits across from you at the dining table, “Hello to you too, man.”
Smoke’s silence is his response.
“Well hennyway…what you up to?”
“Just got in with Annie, why? What did you do?”
Smirking to yourself, you continue doom scrolling while Stack scoffs to himself.
“Nothing. I’m just calling to say I love you and goodnight.”
Smoke deeply sighs to the point you can feel it came from deep in his soul, “Aight, out wit it. Fuck did you do, Elias?”
Stack can’t help but to laugh, “So I can’t get that same energy back? Word?”
“You’re being mad weird right now, skippin’ around the questions and shit, so no you can’t.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“If I had to put you and Tony Montana in the same room, nigga I’d be rich.”
Stack points out, “You damn near already are!”
Smoke laughs a little at this, “You’re not wrong man.”
“Thank you! Give a brotha some credit.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“So sleep tight?”
“Yeah, yeah and don’t let the bullets bite and all that.” Smoke rolls his eyes although Stack is grinning, “…Love you too and if I find out you got into some shit by the morning…I’m on yo ass.”
And stack is met with the dial tone, his dark eyes flicking to yours. He shrugs as he flashes a dimpled smile your way, grills shining in the orange glazed dining room, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought. Annie must have gave him some so he wasn’t in that much of a funky ass mood.”
Which makes you toss a blueberry right at the tip of his nose.
His last suspect—or uh—call goes to Cornbread.
His voice is groggy on the other line, “You’re lucky I didn’t let your ass go to voicemail. This better be good.”
“Oh my bad, were you sleeping? At nine o’clock on a Friday? I was just calling to say goodnight, grandpa.” Stack leans his elbows onto the table, peeking over at you, knowing that he had a natural gift of pushing peoples buttons.
Cornbread doesn’t hold back, “I got a pregnant ass wife who’s nesting but also wants to travel all over the place for things we don’t really need but the baby’s got to have it. Did you know that i drove—what should have been a hour and a half drive—but took two hours with traffic outside the city going to different stores to look for some dumbass pickle chips? So yeah I’m in the bed and I don’t need no shit outta you.”
“Damn, you ain’t got to be so pissy about it.”
“Are you about to become a father?”
“Nah…but maybe you should start looking into some nursery rhymes to keep your blood pressure down or sum.”
“Alright…” Cornbread shifts in the bed, letting the phone rest in between his neck and shoulder as he clasped his hands together against his torso, “remind me next time that I see you, I’m knocking your ass out.”
Stack can’t help but to taunt, “Your big ass gon’ have to catch me first.”
“Say less.”
“Now that you’re done venting like I’m your fucken diary, are you gonna wish me sweet dreams?” Stack grins.
“I hope Freddy Krueger lights yo ass up. Tell the missus I hope she has the best of dreams and I pray for her every night having to put up with you.”
Stack knows Cornbread is hot now, “Aw thanks, love you man. It’s gonna be alright.”
His next response is actually surprising, “I know that! And I may love you too, been dealing with you long enough.”
“Give T my love.”
“That I won’t do. Nobody know what you got.”
Hold up now?! Your side eye is strong although you know of Stack’s womanizing past and how disrespectful he and cornbread could get towards one another, yet nobody ever wants to hear that as someone’s significant other.
Stack shakes his head at you directing his next words At Cornbread, “Fuck off my line.”
“Negro you called me—
“I don’t care, hang up.”
“You can’t bully me, stack. You hang up!”
You’re just about to reach over the table yourself and hang up the phone, tired of their usual bickering. Instead you just get up from the table yourself, getting on the phone with one of your girlfriends, leaving the two children men at it.
2024 + HORROR
My girl worked her ass off!!! I never have and definitely will NEVER FROM THIS POINT FORWARD tolerate any Naomi slander.
LONGGGG OVERDUE! Now let’s get this generational run started 🙂↕️ ⚠️.
yall im not fucking playing!!! When Naomi cash in, she better fucking win!