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Mo-Mo, I swore I was gonna wait for this but I just couldn't help it (lol).

After seeing those photos of young Royal and Cecelia in the promo shots, all I can think about are those damn home movie tapes (lol). We saw Cece's pregnancy journey with Rhett, but what about when the precious lil bean got older?

Royal's personal favorite home video was when Rhett was about ten months old and he brought him down to meet the horses. Royal was holding him in one arm and Baby Rhett was reaching up to pet the big stallion's snout when he suddenly snorted and scared Rhett, two seconds later the baby spit his binkie out and screamed "FUCK!!!!" in his lil baby voice........that was his first word (lol).

Cut to two years later when Rhett was two and Perry was being a little asshole at the dinner table. Cecelia's trying to get the kitchen cleaned up and Royal's making sure the boys finish their dinner and Perry's tattling on Rhett because of something stupid. Royal just cuts in and goes "Perry, nobody likes a tattle-tale", cue baby Rhett going "Yeah nobody does Pewy" and Perry dumping his whole plate of spaghetti all over his brother (lol).

Oh but that's nothing compared to that summer when it was bathtime. Cecelia would haul out the big metal washtub and scrub the boys outside. Royal was running in and out of the frame chasing Baby Rhett, who by this point was running butt naked all over God's green earth and loudly declaring "NO DADDY! NO!!! NO BAF FOR ME!!!!!"

Or the exasperated looks on their faces when Rhett came running up to them one day and Royal caught on camera poor little Rhett going "Daddy, Pewy pushed me in da pile of horse poop." Of course Perry's denying it while their grandfather, Royal's dad, is yelling for Perry to "get yer fuckin ass over here".

"The Great Leaf Pile War of 1996" was pure gold though. The dog was involved and had Royal and Cecelia rolling for hours.

Rhett, Kayce Dutton and their best friend, Wes Redwood (a very well known rez brat from over the hill and Joy's little cousin) filmed themselves at ten years old, singing along and dancing to Lil Jon's "Get Low" at ten years old in the bed of Royal's truck. In the background you can hear Royal yelling at'em from the garage to "stop singing that fuckin song". Years later when they were all at Montana State, some of Rhett's Delta Tau brothers helped him, Kayce and Wes recreate the video. Cecelia sent him a text when she got it with only one word in response "Dumbasses" (lol, she did the same thing when the boys lip synced to Awkwafina's "My Vag").

Mo-Mo please enjoy this hilarious little slice of life from the Abbotts and if you want any more, please let me know, I'm always happy to pick from the orchard (lol).

Mary, I needed this hilarious slice of life so much today! I'm actually rolling at Perry being told off for being a tattle tale because he has SUCH tattle tale vibes 🫢

Thank you for sharing the gems that are your mind!!

#letters to mo #auroralightsthesky 🪩

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emeraldfic · 5 years

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Chris:

Miami: Sunday April 28, 2018 1:49 PM

Mimi’s flight gets in at three this afternoon and I’m not sure I’m really prepared for this. I’ve telling myself that I was just going to sweet talk my way out of this hole but now I’m starting to feel a little more in over my head than I thought. I feel like a complete piece of shit knowing what I’ve done, but there’s part of me that doesn’t regret it. I know there’s no excuse when it comes to cheating, but, being lonely is a shitty feeling... especially when it feels like you live on the back burner of your other half's’ life...

Stormy has been a recluse today and I didn’t much mind it. I needed the peace and quiet and it gave me time to get the house in order, and I even deep cleaned Em’s new room and was able to put up a few coats of the pink paint. It was slowly coming together, and aside from all of this bullshit, her coming home was something I could really look forward to.

Time has been passing fairly quick today and I wish it would slow down just a little... but weather I liked it or not, Mimi would be home soon. I was hungry, tired and overdue for a shower so I ordered in for a few pizzas and headed off to the bathroom for a hot shower. The second I was stripped and ready to get in my phone dinged with a message.

Mimi: hi. i landed a few minutes ago... didn’t want u to worry... but letting u know i’ll be at dej’s. talk soon...

I thought maybe I was misreading something so I read it over a few times just to be sure. Why isn’t she coming home? And what would I have to be worried about?

To Mimi: WTF do u mean?? y r u going there and not home???

I jumped in and did my best to relax under the hot water for a few minutes before I washed up. I had a lot bouncing through my thoughts, but for some reason, Stormy kept making her way into my head, and when I couldn’t get the idea of her in the shower with me out of my mind, I had to cut thing short and get out. Now I was frustrated mentally and sexually.

By the time I was dried off and fully dressed, I had a missed call, voicemail and a text waiting for my from Mimi. I was afraid to open the message but I had to know why she wasn’t coming home.

Mimi: just listen 2 ur voicemail. call me tomorrow...

Voicemail: I don’t know the full story, and I don’t what to know Chris... just know that I know enough okay... When Deja saw you walking out of the gym with a neck full of hickies she called me right away...You know I love you Chris, and we’re going through some things right now, but I want us to work on ourselves... I want to be better together so we can find the couple we used to be and continue to grow with each other. I know it’s best to have some distance so we dont argue and make things worse.I love you, and I miss you. Call me tomorrow.

Well, I didn’t have a migraine, bur I sure as hell do now. Deja has always hated me and she’s always looking for ways to butt into our business so of course she was quick to call her and stir shirt up. I let out an aggravated groan and went rummaging through the kitchen junk drawer for my stash of Advil and washed a few down with some cold water. Could this day get any worse?

The buzzer went off making me jump and I swear I could feel my irritation growing by the second. I knew it was the pizza so I buzzed them up and waited by the front door for the knock. When I answered the door my attitude was so high I just tossed him forty buck and slammed the door in his face. At least his nice tip will make up for me being an asshole...

After eating and letting my attitude simmer down a bit, I realized that it was almost five and I still had yet to hear a peep from Stormy. She hasn’t eaten all day and didn’t have much last night so I know she had to be starving.

“Storm?” I sent a few knocks to her door but didn’t get any response “Stormy? Are you awake?”

I pushed open the door and turned on her light. My eyes grew two sizes seeing her naked body lay there peacefully...

I shook her a few times to wake her. She blinked open her still sleepy eyes and smiled up at me. Her cheeks turned red when she realized she was naked and she quickly wrapped herself up in the blankets.

“What time is it?” she asked sitting up

“Almost five. Are you hungry?”

“Starving!” she chuckled “Are you gonna feed me?” she asked grinning

“Well yeah. That’s why I’m here. Come on and eat.”

“I could tell you the same thing...” she murmured

“What?” I asked raising a brow

“Nothin’.” she shrugged

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t tempt me with a good time Storm.”

“Well what are you waiting for?” she asked wearing a sly grin

I returned the grin as shed pulled me down onto the bed with her. As soon as I was down, she was quick to sit up in my lap. She kissed me lightly a few times and made her way to my neck. I could feel all of the aggravation fully leaving my body and I was really relaxing beneath her... and as horrible as it may seem, Mimi was the last thing on my mind now.

“Do you always glow after you get laid?” I asked shoving a bite of pizza in my mouth

“Only if it’s good.” she winked. “Where’s Mimi?”

“A friends.” I shrugged.

“Oh. Well you better shower up before she comes home.”

“I don’t think she will be home anytime soon.”

“Why’s that?” she asked with a brow raised

“Because her big mouth ass friend put her nose where it didn’t belong so she heard that I cheated from someone else.”

“What? Really?... Did she break up with you?”

“I don’t know. I guess you could say we’re taking a break”

“So what we just did is fine then?”

"Look, I’m gonna do what I want no matter what. Okay? And it’s clear that I can’t get you out of my head and I obviously can’t keep my hands off of you so if she chooses to want space from me then that’s on her...”

Stormy:

“Shit, baby.” I moaned lowly. Chris has an appetite and he’s been sure to show me all night.

“You taste so good.” he murmured bringing himself up to kiss me.

A knock on the door interrupted us making me suck my teeth, I pulled up my pants and Chris dressed and went to answer the door. I had to fight my attitude off when he walked around the corner with his friend Niko. I heard them talking lowly and I could tell he was grilling Chris.

“We’re taking a break. I don’t care about all that right now.” Chris muttered

“Well anyway... We’re off practice for our long weekend and we’re damn sure not wasting our time so what are the plans for tonight? Are we going out of what?”

“You really feeling a buzz right now?” he asked

“Man hell yeah. We deserve that shit.”

“I guess.”

“I’ll be back in like twenty minutes for you. Ya’ll better have your asses ready.”

Well I was looking forward to spending the night with Chris, but I guess I can’t be too bummed if he wants to go out, especially if he has a long weekend off of practice.

“Move your ass girl. He’s gonna be right back.”

“What?”

“He said he was coming right back. Hurry up, his impatient ass will bitch the rest of the night if we make him wait.”

“We?” I questioned “He came her for you, not me.”

“You know the invite was for you too, quit playin’. Get ready, I promise you’ll have a good time.”

“I have nothing to wear.” I protested with a shrug.

“Follow me.” he grinned.

He walked me to Em’s room and my eyes lit up to see the beautiful paint job he had done... but when he pulled out all the shopping bags my eyes bulged. As much as I wanted to cuss him out, I just couldn’t. I’ve never had anyone think of me like this so it actually meant a lot, and when he pulled out the bafs for Em, I seriously almost cried...

“Pick something out. I’m going to change.” he kissed me on my forehead and left me to get ready.

There were so many nice things that it was hard for me to chose, but I quickly settled on an outfit and hurried off to my bathroom to fix myself up. I felt so good getting dolled up I almost forgot what it felt like to have some self confidence. When I was finally all put together, I met him in the kitchen and the look on his face was enough to make me blush.

“You look amazing.”

“Thanks.” I grinned “You look good yourself.”

The bar was hopping and full of life for a Sunday and we were having a good time. Niko brought out his girl and we were all dancing and tossing back drinks. After I had a few drinks in me I was really starting to feel good. My buzz made me want to dance but I wasn’t sure what the boundaries were with Chris so instead of dancing all over him I welcomed the cute guy next to me when he came up behind me. We were dancing to the beat for a good minute but he was good looking so I guess I didn’t mind, but I guess Chris did because as soon as he saw us, he puled me away.

“Mad disrespectful.” He muttered licking his lips. “You know damn well I’m feeling you and you’re just gonna dace with dude in my face like that?”

He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he started kissing me roughly causing a moan to flow from my lips.

“Come on hermits, they got dollar shots going on.” Niko called bringing us back to the bar, and after the second round of shots, everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was naked in Chris’ bed. I sat up and looked over at the clock that read 3:57 AM

Oh my God.

#chris brown #chris brown fanfic

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upshotre · 5 years

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Freestyling with Iconic BAF @ 56

By Segun Dipe "The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why."_ _-Mark Twain_ So many authorities would be writing about Erelu Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi on her 56th Birthday anniversary that I cannot risk competing with them. She has been well-compensated for her meritorious life, and still will be, that whatever I write will only be like a needle in a haystack or pouring a glass cup of water in the Atlantic Ocean. BAF is made, my article can neither make nor unmake her. There are however three caveats to this article. One is that it has neither a title nor a tilt. It only has a working headline, and it has a subject in Erelu Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi (BAF) as the "Birthday Gal." Two, Everything in it is my personal view, and does not represent anything I have read about the subject. Three, in all intents and purposes, the article is unsolicited, and I hope BAF, the persona, will allow me to get away with all my assumptions. So many revelations will be rolled out about the iconic roles of Erelu Bisi Adeleye Fayemi by those who know her so well. They will write about her activism, both gender-based and political, her revolutionary role, her simplicity, good naturedness, women development, writing prowess, comely nature, interest in popular culture, passion for dancing, her never-say-die spirit, her respect for the high and low and her comportment in all situations, to mention but few. I can only freestyle. Erelu Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi is the wife of Ekiti State Governor, Dr. John Kayode Fayemi, CON, who is also the Chairman of the Nigeria Governors' Forum. BAF turns 56 on 11th June 2019. I dare say that while she fits perfectly into the First Lady role, it is not what makes her a great woman. Rather she compliments the role so well, that you would think she had all the years been preparing herself towards it. Unlike so many others, my encounter with BAF is not plenty, but each encounter leaves me with a new discovery. Like the onion, the more you peel the uniqueness of this lady, the more there is left to peel. In the words of Nancy Rathburn, equally a feminist, a strong woman understands that the gifts such as logic, decisiveness, and strength are just as feminine as intuition and emotional connection. BAF values and uses all of her gifts well. She has an arresting personality, which she has combined her thinking, behaviour, character, attitude and feelings to build. Everyone who comes across her likes and describes her as a good personality and that they want to be like her. In the course of my few interactions with BAF, I discover a lot about her. I discover that she is passionate about feminism, and she is unapologetic about it. She is such a strong personality with strong conviction that you can trust her with any assignment under the sun, yet be sure she will deliver, even beyond your expectation. My first discovery is that BAF is south-paw, and I wondered how she sailed through with that as a young girl of her generation, when parents would insist that being a "leftie" is being non-compliant. To insist is to be a deviant and that may earn you serious bashing, until sanity prevails on you to start using your right hand. Very few girls of her age would have dared to get away with being left-handed, which is called _owo itamba_ in my culture. But According to the research published in the American Journal of Psychology, lefties appear to be better at divergent thinking. Other studies find them scoring higher when it comes to creativity, imagination, daydreaming and intuition. They are also believed to be better at rhythm and visualisation. BAF, as leftie, is in good company with the likes of Benjamin Franklin, Henry Ford. Four of the last five U.S. presidents also are. England's Prince Williams is also a lefty. In the world of arts, you can count the likes of Michaelangelo, Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci and Renoir as Lefties. Left-handed people are said to be good at complex reasoning, resulting in a high number of lefty Nobel Prize winners, writers, artists, musicians, architects and mathematicians. This, in part, may explain why BAF is a multiple award winner. I see BAF playing lead character in some feminist-laced movies. I see her as *Ana* in *Real Women have Curves.* Ana is a first-generation Mexican American teenager on the verge of becoming a woman. She lives in the predominantly Latino community of East Los Angeles. Fresh graduate from high school, Ana receives a full scholarship to Columbia University. Her very traditional, old-world parents feel that now is the time for Ana to help provide for the family, not the time for college. She accepted at first, and was working at her mother's sewing factory where she learnt solidarity and teamwork. But Ana found her mainstream ambition irresistible and decided to leave home to continue her education as an essential to finding her place proudly in the world. I see BAF as the *Wonder Woman,* a superhero that appears in American comic books published by DC Comics. The character is a well-known figure in popular culture that has been adapted to various media. I see BAF as *Charlize Theron* in *Atomic Blonde.* Quoting Theron in the movie: (Usually) we need a reason to become a warrior. And I have a problem with that because we really are warriors, and it's time for us to be shown that way. I see BAF as *Fa Zhou* in *Mulan,* a 1998 American animated musical action adventure film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation for Walt Disney Pictures. It is based on the Chinese legend of Hua Mulan, and was Disney's 36th animated feature and the ninth animated film produced and released during the Disney Renaissance. The film's plot takes place in China during the Han dynasty, where Fa Mulan, daughter of aged warrior Fa Zhou, impersonates a man to take her father's place during a general conscription to counter a Hun invasion. I also see her as the heroin *Furiosa* in *Mad Max: Furry Road.* All these films keep coming back to me as I think of what to write about Erelu Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi. BAF is a phenomenon. She is a born star. The zodiac sign of people born on 11 June is Gemini and it says that much. The ruling planet of these individuals is the Moon, which guarantees and influences an innate appreciation for art and beauty and hatred for clutter. The people born under the influence of the Moon are believed to act quickly in all circumstances and they are also able to think quickly on complicated issues of life. They are greatly instinctive and maintain their originality despite all odds. The natives of June 11 are touched with a sense of egotistical behavior and are highly ambitious in their motives. They possess the quality of becoming great leader. Their leadership qualities are prominent in their individuality and character. June 11 Birthday natives are imaginative, sensible and idealistic. They are likeable people and they are capable of making quick decisions as they listen to their gut instinct. Their personality appreciates art, nature and is turned off by stife. They can be neatness freak as well. If she is not a First Lady, BAF would have been in the league of Jeannette Rankin, her Birthday mate, born on June 11, 1880. Rankin, like BAF, was a Women's Rights Activist. She was the first woman to ever get elected to the U.S. Congress and the only member of the House of Representatives to vote "No" to U.S. entry into both World War I and World War II. She worked for women's suffrage and for peace. She was quoted as saying: "There can be no compromise with war; it cannot be reformed or controlled; cannot be disciplined into decency or codified into common sense; for war is the slaughter of human beings, temporarily regarded as enemies, on as large a scale as possible." (1929) Another of her very popular statement while at the congress is that: "Men and women are like right and left hands; it doesn't make sense not to use both. We're half the people; we should be half the Congress." I have also heard BAF using the same right and left hands analogy while advocating for women's rights. As a gender-based activist, I see BAF taking after Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti, MON (1900–1978), otherwise known as Francis Abigail Olufunmilayo Thomas. She was an educator, politician and women's rights activist. Her activism was pronounced during the Nigerian women’s anti-colonial struggles. She founded the Abeokuta Women’s Union, one of the most impressive women’s organisations of the twentieth century, with a membership estimated to have reached up to 20,000 women, which fought to protect and further the rights of women. Funmilayo was the biological mother of Olikoye Ransome Kuti, Fela Anikulapo Kuti and Beko Ransome Kuti, all human rights activists too. Despite all these, the Erelu that I know has no airs. She mixes freely and she is highly expressive. One moment, you take her for an _ajebota_, in another moment she comes to you as _ajepaki_. Yet in those two moments, she is a delight to interact with. But when the discussion comes to feminism, then perish the thought that she would be your friend if you are not on the same page with her. That is her true world, where she takes no prisoners and gives no hoot to whose ox is gored. Mind you, all these remain figments of my imagination. I write off the cuff. Read, digest, but don't quote me on any of the points. After all, it is the Birthday of our own Erelu Bam Bam. _Odun lo de ta nse..._ Happy Birthday to you, Erelu Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi, Ochiora 1, Iyalode...Age with grace, Your Excellency. Segun Dipe wrote from Are Ekiti, Ekiti State Read the full article

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