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Dizzee Rascal - Sugar and Spice ft. iLL BLU (Official Video)

Dizzee Rascal keeps summer alive with energetic new visuals 'Sugar And Spice' prod by and featuring iLL BLU

This comes ahead of Dizzee's massive shows at Cardiff, Nottingham and Newcastle in October > grab your tickets HERE!!

Following the 20th anniversary of his seminal album “Boy In Da Corner”, grime icon Dizzee Rascal keeps summer alive with uplifting new single “Sugar And Spice'', produced by and featuring iLL BLU. The track’s sunkissed opening hook gives way to Dizzee’s ever-formidable flow, sharing his appreciation for the finer things in life over a swaggering garage beat. The single’s undeniable energy is a pertinent reminder of the talent that established Dizzee as a chart-topping legend, his ability to move freely through styles is unrivaled, as his closing line reminds us of exactly what he’s here to do: “I mash up the dance then dash”.

This comes ahead of 3 huge live shows to mark the 20th Anniversary celebrations of Boy In Da Corner, where Dizzee will be joined by a stellar cast of support acts to join him on the Nottingham, Cardiff and Newcastle legs of the tour.

With his track ‘Bassline Junkie’ being the unofficial national anthem for the new bassline generation Dizzee has enlisted the support of the biggest up and comers in bassline music today. The much lauded rapper has enlisted the help of Bradford bassline heroes Bad Boy Chiller Crew for all new dates, with DJ/Producer extraordinaire TS7 joining the all star cast for the Newcastle and Notts shows. Window Kid - one of the most deservedly hyped up and coming MC’s on the scene right now will be appearing on all dates and Wales’ most exciting grime / hip hop crossover talent Mace The Great will be joining the Cardiff show.

The electrifying show, which sees Dizzee perform the album in its entirety, followed by all his bassline hits such as ‘Bonkers’ and ‘Bassline Junkie’, will coming to Nottingham’s Motorpoint on 6th October, the Cardiff Utilita Arena on 7th October and Newcastle’s Utilita Arena on 8th October.

Brimming with confidence since his return Dizzee commented: "Before I ever did the first show at the 02 Arena I already knew there was no way this could stay just in London. Looking forward to celebrating 20 years of Boy In Da Corner and my musical journey with the whole of the UK. Roll on October!”

On the anniversary itself Dizzee has said: "It's mad how it's 20 years since Boy In Da Corner! That album changed my life and I'm forever thankful to everyone who's shown love in that time”.

Released in July 2003, when the innovative MC and producer was only 18, Boy In Da Corner won the prestigious Mercury Prize and remains THE definitive grime full-length. The critically-acclaimed LP saw Dizzee labeled “the most original and exciting artist to emerge from dance music in a decade,” by the Guardian.

As one of the UK’s most successful and influential rappers of all time, Dizzee Rascal is credited to bringing UK Grime to the masses during its peak in the mid noughties. After Boy In Da Corner catapulted him to international stardom, he has since worked with some of the biggest artists on the planet, such as Calvin Harris, Arctic Monkeys, Shakira, Armand van Helden, Florence and the Machine, will.i.am and Robbie Williams. He also has four UK #1 hit singles to his name - ‘Dance Wiv Me’, ‘Bonkers’, ‘Holiday’ and ‘Dirtee Disco’ - and six consecutive UK ‘Top 20’ albums - Showtime, Maths + English, Tongue ‘n’ Cheek, The Fifth, Raskit and E3 AF.

A welcome extension to the 20th anniversary celebrations for what is a truly legendary album, Dizzee Rascal’s October shows simply cannot be missed.

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brooklynislandgirl · 10 months

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((STEPHEN - Would your character enjoy getting roughed up in a sexual scenario?)) "Y'know I'd nevah 'urt yah, darlin" Ron purred, easing up behind Beth so he could curl his arms around her. The right held her about the waist, and the left, though there for a moment, trekked north; the backs of Ron's fingers stroking lovingly upon her throat as he went on. "Bu' I do wondah--" He caught her eye in their shared reflection in the kitchen window and gave, along with a wolfish smirk, a little wink. "I seen y'face sometimes when we's makin' love...When I get a li'le roughah wiv yah--" The hand at her throat turned its palm inward and took a slow, very much escapable should she wish to grip where it lay. There was no real pressure to it; no threat of anything at all but the gathering of warmth at present. But...

"--Specially rahnd y'neck...Would yah like sumfin' like..."

There came the barest of tightenings; the implication enough to get his message across before he relaxed the hold again.

Whatever You Please || Accepting

"I know," she says almost too quickly, but softly as to not interrupt him as his voice rumbles just at her ear, and the tonal vibration shimmies its way down her spine. She melts against him and the bare skin above her denim shorts, below and around the bandeau she's wearing, breaks into a faint layer of goose bumps. She has enough presence of mind to set down the empty coffee cup she had been rinsing out. She watches the ghost of him in the glass, tall and broad, as he speaks, though through half lidded eyes. Her blood ignites in her veins with many tinders carrying the fire; the scent of his aftershave and the way it blends with his skin, the warmth and tender caress of his fingers as they trail upward, that rare smile. All of it a heady cocktail, though for once she doesn't blush for wanting to wallow in his affections. The further she leans into his shoulder, the higher her chest rises. Gently as he holds her throat, she believes he cannot miss the uptick of her heartbeat. The way it throbs deep but fast over the subtle connotations of what he's describing only to flow behind with an a whisper of illustration. Her own hands reach behind her and make landfall around his hips. Evocative of some more tender moments from when the kitchen sink gives way to the tile of his shower, or the sumptuous bedclothes tangled up around them. She still doesn't flush scarlet as she might have even a few months ago, before things had changed between them. Their friendship too affectionate and full of love to remain completely innocent had caught on the edge of what some might call accident but felt more like homecoming. With some wiggle and a little indulgence on his part perhaps she leans into his softer-than-clouds grasp in order to lean up and nuzzle his jaw with the tip of her nose. Without a better toe hold or both his hands lifting her in the position she's in Beth isn't quite tall enough to crest that strong bone-line with her lips. "Dey say dere's a hint'a danger in…brea'd play. Too hard hold an' you risk cuttin' off blood an' oxygen t' da brain," she says though she knows Ron already knows this, and that it is one of the things he fears. The other thing is in his abhorrance of there being violence between himself and his loved one…regardless of whether the person is as delicate as she is, or as strong as he. "But t' me? Is all about trust. About how havin' your hand there, feelin' my life pulse benea'd ya fingers, ya palm, an' knowin' you can feel wi'out words dat I'm not so good wi'….all da kine you need to know. All da kine I feel for you, dat I want you. Is kind of a case of 'as above, so below'. Same-same wi' when ya teeth graze my skin, or you let dem sink down jus' a little. Brings t' mind how ya face look when we're togeddah and ya eyes close, roll back a lil when my tongue finds dat one spot an' my lips curl around rest of you…an' den your hands flex in my hair." She pulls herself away from him only that she can turn. Hefts herself up onto the ledge of the sink and in place of hands, her legs snare him around his hips and crossing, pulls him closer. A flick of her gaze to nearly reach his own before those now more honey-than-green eyes saunter down to address his mouth. "Or mebbe in slow gentle kisses dat nevah seem to end, one flowin' into da oddah."

#ronmanmob #A Fighter By His Trade|Ron Kray #Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters|Ron and Beth #London Calling|Legend au #Cedra Court Moments #Lost in Translation || N S F W

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theworldaccordingtomosjef · 1 year

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pughugs · 4 years

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keep doin dis fing wiv me tongue to try n make da hooman feel sorry for me to viv me hamz xoxoxo so far so gud xoxox (at London Borough of Hackney) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8B6l6DH3S0/?igshid=myvz702ctsla

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ittookthelightforever · 5 years

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Tell Me Why - Chapter 12 (smut)

Hi,

It took absolutely forever for this come but it’s here. It might be absolute shite, or not. I hope y’all like it!

Love, Lina

(chapter 1) – (chapter 2 - smut) – (chapter 3 - TW) – (chapter 4) – (chapter 5) – (chapter 6) – (chapter 7) – (chapter 8) – (chapter 9 - TW) – (chapter 10) -- (chapter 11)

“Careful! If Alex catches you there, he will kill ME!” Charlie laughs, climbing down from the top of the ladder, “Calm down, Niall. I’m fine, tha’ holidays display is perfect now and I’m absoluteleh fine.” Niall’s face blanches and she turns to find Alex behind her, “Charlotte, weh’ve talked about this, love!” Charlie wraps her arms around his neck, getting as close as to him her bump would allow, “I just ‘ad to fix a tiny display fing.” Alex holds her by the waist, “Yeh are bloody pregnant, my love, yeh shouldn’t be climbing no ladders.”

Charlotte kisses him and Alex can’t resist, no matter how worried he gets, when Charlie is in his arms all is right again, “C’mon love, weh ‘ave to get goin’ or weh’ll miss our train.” Alex nods, completely wrapped around her finger, “Thank yeh for covering the store through Christmas, Niall. Are yeh sure yehr mum won’t come after meh for keeping ‘er son away from home on Christmas?” The blonde laughs nervously, folding the ladder, “No, I’m… I’m spending it with Phillip here in London.” Charlie smiles brightly, “I see now, yous two ‘ave fun then.” She winks, causing Niall to blush furiously, and then she looks down to her stomach, “You better not get aneh ideas, mister. You’ll bring your partner or whomever you want, but yeh’ll alwaehs spend Christmas wiv yehr mum and da.”

Alex shakes his head at the sight, but truly he couldn’t be happier. This was what he’d always wanted and if he had to be honest there were moments where his mind would drift off into a scary place where he didn’t feel like he could handle all of it, a marriage and a kid, so fast. Thankfully Charlie was always there to pull him out of his own head, quite literally sometimes, “Alexaaander, the train.” Charlie has a cocky smile on her lips, the knowing look that told him she knew exactly what had been happening in his brain.

“Take care of my first born, Ni! I believe in you!” The blond laughs, clutching a pile of books to his chest, as he watches Charlie wrap a scarf around Alex’s throat and while the rockstar picks up their suitcases, dragging them to the awaiting cab. It’s a true movie scene, Charlie with her long cheetah print scarf flowing in the wind, fretting over the bags positisions, and Alex laughing so carefree, his long coat’s flaps swaying as he winds his arms around Charlie and pulls her into a kiss, both giddy as their lips meet.

—//—//—//—//—

“Oi, wot yeh doing?” Alex interjects as Charlie removes her engagement ring, looping it in her necklace chain and tucking it inside her blouse for safekeeping, “Love, if weh want to keep the engagement a secret for a little while longer the ring won’t ‘elp at all.” After Charlie’s proposal Alex rushed to Tiffany’s with Miles and got her a proper ring, a classic round cut diamond with a smaller sapphire on either side that fit Charlie’s finger perfectly, “But yeh like the ring, reight? ‘Cause there were so maneh choices, a-and Miles ‘elped meh, but I can get anotha one…”

Charlie takes his hands in between hers, gripping them soothingly and pulling him against her, “Alex babeh, I love the ring, it’s perfect. I joost fink it’s best to not just show up to our parents and be like, ‘yo, weh’s engaged!’” Alex laughs at her attempt at street talk, smoothing down a strand of Charlie’s hair, “I love yeh, tha’ knows?” She nods and kisses his lips softly, relishing the feeling of his chapped lips against hers, “I love yeh too, now quit worrying about the ring, I’m in this for the long run regardless of aneh ring.” Alex grins at her, cheeks flushed either from emotion or from the cold wind blowing at the train station, “Meh beautiful Charleh.”

He leans in again, rubbing his cold nose against Charlie’s, who giggles at the feeling, “Oi love birds, yehr carriage is ‘ere.” Alex looks up to find Jamie leaning against his car, arms folded in front of his chest, and flips him off before kissing Charlie passionately. Charlie pulls away, giggling at Alex’s silly behaviour, “Ei, don’t piss meh favourite Cookie off like tha’.” Jamie meets them, taking one of the bags in his hand as Charlie envelops him in a tight hug, which he reciprocates with one arm, “ ‘ey Charleh, ‘ow you doin’?” Charlie smacks her lips against Jamie’s ruddy cheeks.

“Absoluteleh fantastic, Cookie!” Jamie shakes his head, giving Alex an one armed hug, “Wot did yeh give ‘er?” Alex’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Charlie’s giddiness as she walked towards Jamie’s car, “My ‘eart, mate.” The blond smiles and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulders, leading him to the car. “Where are yeh two staying? Yehr mum, Al?” Charlie hadn’t made up with Emily yet where she would usually stay, she was hoping the Christmas spirit would soften Emily’s hard set stance on Alex.

“Meh nanna’s, Jamie. Weh, weh ‘ad a couple fings fixed so weh ‘ave our own place ‘ere.” Charlie turns to the back, taking him hand and blowing him a kiss, she knew how hard it was for Alex to come to terms with his grandma’s death and the fact that they would be making her house their home in Sheff filled them both with great joy, as it is a small homage to their time spent there with Nanna, “Look forward, love. No need to make yehrself sick.” Charlie follows his command, knowing better, “Ugh, I do love staring at your perfect face, Alexander.”

“ ‘as anyone mentioned yous two are realleh going all out wiv this relationship fing?” Charlie giggles, still holding Alex’s hand, “Gotta make up for lost time, Cookie.” The drive to Nanna’s house is a relatively short one, her cottage was located in the older part of High Green, farther from the center of Sheffield than their parents’ homes. “Yeh goin’ to Mal and Kelly’s parteh tonight, reight?” Charlie exits the car, taking a deep breath of the old country air, “Most definiteleh weh will. Al even got ‘imself a sober driver to boot.” Alex pulls a guilty face, “Babeh, I told yeh… If yeh want I can stay sober wiv yeh.”

“Stop love, I’m just pulling yehr leg. ‘elp Jamie wiv the bags tho.” Alex promptly complies, taking his and Charlie’s suitcase off the guitarists’ hands, “Yeh’ve trained ‘im well.” Jamie chuckles and Charlie hugs him again, “Fanks for the ride, Cookie. See yeh tonight.” Alex takes the bags up the small flight of stairs, running back to say goodbye to Jamie. Charlie goes up the steps and opens her bag, trying to find the keys, “Al, do yeh remember where I put them keys?” Alex chuckles, pulling the keychain out of his pocket, “Yeh gave it to meh… For safekeeping.”

Alex kisses her temple and reaches out to unlock the door, but once the door is open they stand in front of the threshold, unable to move. Alex had hired someone to clean and fix minor things at the house in preparation for their holiday, but the sight of his grandma’s house still as it had always been and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be there, that was hard to move past. Charlie takes his free hand, entwining their fingers, “C’mon love, reight foot forward. She would’ve wanted us to make this as ‘appy a ‘ome as it was when she was ‘ere.” Alex nods, bring her hand up to his lips to kiss, “I’m so lucky to ‘ave yeh, meh love.” They take a step forward and Charlie smiles at him, “Indeed yeh are.”

--//--//--//--//--

Charlie wakes up from her nap to the sound of Alex singing in the shower. Taking the opportunity she takes off her t-shirt and underwear, tiptoeing to the bathroom and getting in the tiny shower with Alex, “Morning love.” He reaches up her neck, gripping her jaw gently under Charlie’s increasingly soaked hair, and pulls her against him in a deep kiss. His other hand finds her stomach easily, “ ‘ey there you.” Charlie giggles as he kneels down in front of her burgeoning belly, “Be careful, weh don’t need a shower accident.” Alex waves her off, pressing a sweet kiss to the stretched skin, “Mummy worries a lot, I fink it’s ‘cause she loves us… Or she joost likes to be a big know it all.”

“Oi, no talking about mummy like tha’.” She flicks him on the forehead playfully, “ ‘m sorreh, love. I’ll make it up to yeh.” Charlie begins to protest, but Alex shushes her with a single touch to her dripping core. “A-Alex…” He slowly backs her into the seat built into the wall, which had been an amazing addition made by Nanna, “Seat down, my love and let meh take care of yeh.” Charlie whimpers at his words, bending down to take a seat, “Yeh look so beautiful.” Alex looks up to her, breasts dripping small beads of water over her ever-growing belly, her face settled in a relaxed expression, half-lidded eyes still marked with sleep.

Alex settles himself between her legs, one hand on the crook of her leg as he bends to place his lips against hers. With a skillful tongue he oscillates between long deep strokes and pointed circles against her clit, “Ohh A-Alexander…” Charlie’s moans egg him on, encouraging him to go deeper, so he brings the tip of his finger to her entrance. The smallest pressure immediately elicits a string of moans and curses from Charlie’s lips, her hand coming to rest on top of his head, fingers gripping at his short hair, “Babeh, ‘ow come yeh taste so fooking good? It’s like yehr pussy got even more addictive.”

His words reverberate on Charlie’s core, causing a rush of wetness, “Oh yeah, all for meh. I’ll take care of yeh, babeh girl.” Alex dips one finger, then two, proceeding to pump in and out of her. Charlie’s toes curl and she holds herself against the wall, panting between moans of absolute pleasure. Sensing her imminent orgasm Alex dives in deep, “Cum for meh, babeh.” Fingers curling against her core, Charlie comes with a scream, not even attempting to hide her release. Alex gives her a couple minutes to come down, pulling his fingers out of her soaking core slowly and bringing them up to his, sucking the juices off, “Hmmm delicious.”

“Aleeex, hmmm can yeh not reight now?” Charlie is slouched against the wall, a hand resting on her bump as she tried to recover her breathing, “I’m sorreh, love.” Alex gets up and presses a kiss to her forehead, “I’ll let yeh shower in peace.”

--//--//--//--

“Where’d yeh get that dress, never seen it before…” Alex turns from the mirror where he’d been fixing the collar of his shirt to check out Charlie, who gives him a twirl in her red velvet gowl, “It’s new, meh little Christmas present to mehself. Yeh’ll never guess the designer… Wait, I fink I need ‘elp wiv meh shoes.” Alex sits down next to Charlie on the bed, taking her foot and strapping the black low heeled shoes, which had a diamante bow detail, “Will yeh make meh guess?” He motions for her to switch feet, “I don’t fink yeh deserve such torture… It’s this brand called The Vampire’s Wife, which was created by Susie Cave… Nick Cave’s wife, tha’ knows.”

“I ‘onestly wouldn’t ‘ave guessed, tha’.” Alex smoothes the strap of her shoe against her ankle, giving it a soft squeeze, “Do yeh fink I should become a fashion designer?” He chuckled, turning to kiss her temple and bringing her close against his chest, “Yeh can beh whatever yeh want. But I’d suggest yeh stick to books.” Charlie cuddles into his embrace, “Good, I agree. Weh’ll let Miles be your fashion designer spouse.” Alex chuckles and presses a kiss to the soft skin on the crook of her neck. “Let’s go, or Kelly is gonna kill us.”

The pair heads outside to the garage, “Are yeh sure yeh don’t mind driving back? Or I can stay sober.” Charlie shakes her head and opens the door to the Mini, “ ‘Course not, love. Plus, I miss driving this beast.” Alex climbs into his side, settling into his old car, “I can’t believe meh Nanna kept this… Do yeh remember when I first got it?” Charlie nods, blasting the hot a/c to counter the frigid December cold, “Oh do I, blissful times of not havin’ to brave public transportation wiv a famous individual.” Alex scoffs, “It weren’t tha’ bad.” Charlie rolls her eyes, “Yeh alreight.”

Less than half an hour later they reach Nick and Kelly’s home and are welcomed by the couple, as well as Jamie and Katie, for a small family dinner of noodles and lots of wine. Jokes were made and stories were retold, a whole blissful night of happy memories was made.

--//--//--//--

“Jameh…” The blond hums a positive response before taking a sip of his beer, “Were yeh ever… Scared? Of doing this…” Jamie turns to him with a puzzled look and Alex sighs, running his fingers through his short cropped hair, “The marriage… A Kid. ’m frightened out of me mind.” Jamie chuckles, shaking his head, “Course I were… But yeh figure fings out as yeh go.” Alex doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer, in his drunken state his mind was spinning hazily through all his frightful scenarios.

Luckily, Jamie had a PhD in getting Alex out of his own head and helping him work through his fears, “ ‘ey… Al, c’mere.” Alex scoots into Jamie’s side and the blonde wraps an arm around the small man’s shoulders, holding him close, “Al, yeh’ve nowt to worreh about… Yeh and Charleh ‘ave known each other since birth and yous are alreadeh practically married. As for the kid… Al, yeh are great wiv the kids, and as scarreh as it is, those little buggers are worth it. It takes one moment, at 4am, when yeh ‘avent slept in weeks, and yeh show up to pick up the screaming kid from the crib and he just smiles when he sees yeh… That makes everyfing worth it.”

“Jameh Cook yeh are quiteh the poet, huh…” Alex sniffles, hugging Jamie tight around the waste, “Shhh, don’t wunt anehone finking I’m a softeh. I’ve an image to maintain.” They laugh and Alex kisses his cheek, “I love yeh, Cookie. Dun’t know where I’d be wivout yeh.” Jamie pats him on the head affectuously, “I love yeh too, Al… Now go find Charleh, I’m sure she’ll love to see yeh like this.” They laugh, knowing Charlotte would be amused by this drunken and loving side of Alex, “Thank you, Cookie.” Alex smacks his lips against the blonde’s cheek one last time for good measure before traipsing away towards the party.

Alex finds Charlie talking to Katie a Kelly on the couch, so he kneels in front of her and props his chin on her knees, “ ‘ey…” Charlie smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair, “Talking to meh or the bump, love?” Alex looks up at her, his eyes shining bright at the sight of Charlotte, “Both… I love yeh so much, my Lottie…” The other girls sense the moment and take their leave, “Oh babeh, ‘ow much ‘ave you ‘ad to drink?” Alex hiccups in response, parting her tights to snuggle his face against the fabric of her dress, “Not mooch… Hmmm, this is so soft, almost as soft as yeh, love.” Charlie giggles as she has to hold back a full blown laughter as Alex tries to reach under her dress but struggles with the ruffled edge, “Alex, what are yeh doing?”

He refocuses his puppy eyes on her and the confused look gives way to a lopsided smile, “I love yeh so mooch, Lottie. Yeh and the babeh, I love yous so mooch.” Tears sprout at the corners of his eyes, blurring his sight, and Charlie reaches out to hold his face, caressing his cheek, “Oh darling… My love, weh also love you. I fink it’s time to go ‘ome.” Alex nods in agreement, burrowing his face into Charlie’s dress again, “Alex, love, can yeh get up?” Nick and Kelly walk in at the perfect moment, “Need sum ‘elp?” She smiles and nods to the bassist, who proceeds to bend down and gently help Alex to stand up.

“Hmmm, I’m tired, Nicky…” Alex yawns, scoring himself against Nick, who chuckles at Alex’s adorable drunkness, “Do yeh need any help to get home, love?” Charlie shakes her head, “Fanks Kel, we drove ‘ere.” Kelly smiles, caressing Charlie’s bump, “Be careful, the roads are iceh. Are yeh sure yeh don’t want to stay? We’ve plenty of room.” Charlie thanks her again, “I better take ‘im ‘ome, or ‘e’ll continue to grope Mal.” Alex had snuck his hand inside Nick’s jacket, hugging his bandmate around the waist, “Alexander, let’s go ‘ome?”

Alex raises his head from Nick’s shoulder, “ ‘ome?” Charlie giggles, taking his arm, “Yes, ‘ome. Now say bye to Nick and Kelly, fank ‘em for ‘aving us.” Alex pulls away from Nick, moving towards Charlie, he blinks a few times against the light, “Night, Malley and Bossy. I love yous. Fanks for everyfing.” The couple laugh, “Yeh’re welcome, Al. Weh love you too, be careful taking Charleh and the babeh ‘ome, alreight?”

Thankfully Alex wasnt drunk to the point of being unable to walk by himself, he’s just giggly as they walk to the car and get inside, “Did yeh ‘ave a nice time, love?” Alex’s answer is drowned by the sound of the engine as Charlie turns the key multiple times before it sticks, “Ugh, weh got to get a car for here, weh can’t keep using yehr old mini.” Alex spreads his arms over the dashboard defensively, “But Charleh…” Charlie laughs and takes his hand, placing it on her bump, “Weh need a famileh car, one where weh can fit a car seat so weh can take babeh and show ‘im our ‘ome.”

For one last time that night, Alex’s eyes are brimmed with tears as he kisses Charlie and the bump, his family.

#Alex Turner #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner imagine #ittookthelightforever #tell me why #arctic monkeys #jamie cook #nick o'malley

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lizard-death-the-wizard · 5 years

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Oh weww now, Mama, we'we aww gonna die Mama, we'we aww gonna die Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cwy Mama, we'we aww gonna die

And when we go don't bwame us, yeah We'ww wet the fiwes just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'ww never wet you go And when you go don't return to me my wove

Mama, we'we aww fuww of wies Mama, we'we meant fow the fwies And wight now dey'we buiwding a coffin youw size Mama, we'we aww fuww of wies

Weww mover what da waw did to my wegs and to my tongue You should have waised a baby giwl I should've been a bettew son If you could coddwe the infection Dey can amputate at once You should've been I could have been a bettew son

And when we go don't bwame us, yeah We'ww wet the fiwes just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'ww never wet you go

She said, you ain't no son of mine Fow what you've done dey'we Gonna find a pwace for you And just you mind your mannews when you go

And when you go don't weturn to me my wove Dat's wight

Mama, we aww go to heww Mama, we aww go to heww It's weawwy quite pweasant except fow da smeww Mama, we aww go to heww

Mama, mama, mama, ohh

And if you would caww me youw sweetheawt I'd maybe den sing you a song

But dewe's shit dat I've done wiv dis fuck of a gun You wouwd cwy out youw eyes aww awong

We'we damned aftew aww Thwough fowtune and fame we faww And if you can stay den I'ww show you da way To wetuwn fwom the ashes you caww

We aww cawwy on When ouw bwothers in awms awe gone So waise youw gwass high fow tomwwow we die And weturn fwom de ashes you caww

#i hated making this #please try to sing it out loud #my chemical romance #mcr #the black parade #uwu #owo #hewwo #lizardpost

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Threshold

Jackie Kay - on language and communication, story-telling and shared humanity

Let’s blether about doors. Revolving doors and sliding doors;

Half-opened, half-closed: The door with your name on it,

The heavy one - hard to open. The one you walked out when your heart was broken,

The one you walked in as you came to your profession (And the tiny door when you made your confession)

The school door at the end of a lesson, (Yes, Shut the door in Gaelic is duin an doras!)

The wee door on your doll’s House, or Ibsen’s Nora’s door, or Chekhov’s Three Sisters’

Doors imagined by writers the world over - Proust. And the chickens coming home to roost!

Or Chris Guthrie’s open heart at the end of Sunset Song Or the step left when the house is gone, the haw.

The door to the stable, bolted after the horse left, Not Tam O’Shanter’s tail-less horse!

The one that shut suddenly behind you Banged by a violent wind,

The painted red door code for asylum seeker, The X that says Plague or Passover

The one turned into a boat to cross the ever-widening waters. The North seas and the Aegean, reminders

Of the people cleared off their land, out their crofts To whom the sea was their threshold - on, off.

Take the big key and open the door to the living, breathing past The one you enliven over and over,

To the ship’s port, or the house of the welder; To the library door of Donald Dewar.

Then picture yourself on the threshold, The exact moment when you might begin again,

A new sitting, new keys jingle possibilities. Hope comes with a tiny Greyfriar’s Bobby key ring.

Then come through the door to this Parliament, new session! Pass round the revolving door (change in the revolutions,

In 360 degrees) – Take in the mirrored opposites: The Dutch Gables, the cross step Gables…

Here - rising out of the sloping base of Arthur’s Seat Straight into this City, a city that must also speak

For the banks and the braes, munros, cairns, bothies Songs, art, poems, art, stories,

(And don’t forget the ceilidhs – who doesnie love a ceilidh? Heuch!) A city that remembers the fiddlers of Shetland and Orkney

The folk of Colonsay, Bute, and Tiree The Inner and Outer Hebrides, the glens and the Bens

The trees and the rivers and the burns and the lochs and the sea lochs (And Nessie!)

The Granite City and Dumfries and Galloway The Dear green place and Dundee…

Across the stars and the galaxy, The night sky’s tiny keys, the hail clanjamfarie!

Find here what you are looking for: Democracy in its infancy: guard her

Like you would a small daughter And keep the door wide open, not just ajar,

And say, in any language you please, welcome, welcome To the world’s refugees.

Scotland’s changing faces – look at me!! Whose birth mother walked through the door

Of a mother and baby home here And walked out of Elsie Inglis hospital without me.

My Makar, her daughter, Makar Of Ferlie Leed and gallus tongues.

And this is my country says the fisherwoman from Jura. Mine too says the child from Canna and Iona.

Mine too say the Brain family. And mine! says the man from the Polish deli

And mine said the brave and beautiful Asid Shah. Me too said the Black Scots and the red Scots

Said William Wallace and Mary Queen of Scots. Said both the Roberts and Muriel Spark.

Said Emile Sande and Arthur Wharton. Said Ali Smith and Edwin Morgan.

Said Liz Lochhead, Norman and Sorley And mine said the Syrian refugee.

Here we are in this building of pure poetry On this July morning in front of her Majesty.

Good Day Ma’am, Ma’am Good Day. Good morning John and Helen Kay -

Great believers in democracy. And in gieing it laldy.

Our strength is our difference. Dinny fear it. Dinny caw canny.

歡迎 (Cantonese)

One language is never enough Gbegbɔgblɔ ɖeka sese menyo tututu o (Ewe)

Welcome Witamy (Polish)

It takes more than one language to tell a story एक कहानी सुनाने के लिए, एक से अधिक भाषाएं लगती हैं (Hindi)

Welcome ਜੀ ਆਇਆ ਨੂੰ (Punjabi)

One language is never enough Une seule langue n’est jamais suffisante (French)

Welcome Fàilte (Gaelic)

It takes more than one tongue to tell a story It taks mair nor ae tongue tae crack (Doric)

Welcome مرحبا (Syrian)

Welcome Nnọọ! (Igbo)

Welcome Wilkommen (German)

Welcome Benvenuti (Italian)

It takes more than one language to tell a story ہانی بتانے کے لئے ایک سے زیادہ زبان لیتا ہے (Urdu)

Lleva màs de un idioma contar una historia, Bienvenidos Un idioma nunca es suficiente Bienvenidos (Spanish)

Eine Geschichte braucht mehr als eine Sprache. Willkommen Eine Sprache reicht nicht Willkommen. (German)

خوش آمدید۔ ایک زبان کبھی کافی نہیں ہوتی۔ کہانی سنانے کے لیے ایک سے ذیادہ زبان چاہیے ہوتی ہے۔ (Urdu)

Ci vuole più di una lingua per raccontare una storia. Benvenuto. Una sola lingua non è mai abbastanza. Benvenuto. (Italian)

Cal més d'un idioma per explicar una història. Benvingudes. Un idioma mai no és prou. Benvingudes. (Catalan)

Ne samo jedan jezik je dovoljno je ispricati pricu. Dobrodošli. Jedan jezik nikad nije dovoljno. Dobrodošli. (Serbian)

Щоб розповісти історію потрібно більше, ніж одна мова Ласкаво просимо Однієї мови ніколи не достатньо Ласкаво просимо (Ukranian)

Több nyelven mondd el a mesét. Üdvözlégy. Egy nyelv sosem elég. Üdvözlégy. (Hungarian)

Ai nevoie de mai mult de o limbă pentru a spune o poveste. Bun venit. O singură limbă nu este niciodată de ajuns. Bun venit. (Romanian)

Nutamk atelk aq newte situm wjit a'tukwaqan. Pjila'si. Newte situn mu tepianuk. Pjila'si.

Det behövs mer än ett språk för att berätta en historia. Välkomna. Ett språk räcker aldrig. Välkomna. (Swedish)

Příběh potřebuje více než jeden jazyk Vitejte Nestačí mít jediný jazyk Vitejte (Czech)

Потребни се повеќе јазици за да се раскаже приказна, Добредојдовте Еден јазик никогаш не е доволен Добредојдовте (Macedonian)

Potrebno je više jezika da bi se ispričala priča Dobrodošli Jedan jezik nikad nije dovoljan Dobrodošli (Montenegrin)

ஒரு கதை சொல்ல மேற்பட்ட தாய்மொழி எடுக்கும் நல்வரவு ஒரு மொழி போதுமானதாக இருக்காது நல்வரவு (Tamil)

Več jezikov je potrebnih, da poveš zgodbo Dobrodošli En sam jezik ni nikoli dovolj Dobrodošli (Slovene)

Ганц хэлээр тавтай морил гэх нь хэзээ ч хангалтгүй бөгөөд олон хэлээр өгүүлэн ярилцах нь илүү нээлттэй (Mongolian)

Mae angen mwy nag un tafod i gyfleu stori Croeso Mae un iaith byth yn ddigon Croeso (Welsh)

Een taal is nooit genoeg Welkom Er is meer dan een taal nodig om een verhaal te vertellen Welkom (Dutch)

É preciso mais de uma língua para se contar uma história Bem vindo Uma língua nunca é o suficiente Bem vindo (Brazilian Portuguese)

Inachukua zaidi kuliko lugha moja tu kutoa. Karibu. Hadithimoja ni kamwe ya kutosha. Karibu. (Swahili)

Precísase mais dunha lingua para contar unha historia Benvido Unha lingua nunca é abondo Benvido (Galician)

Go tsaá dipuô tse dintsi go bolela polelô, O amogetswe Puô ê nnwe ga e nke e lekana, O amogetswe. (Tswana)

Potrebno je više od jednog jezika kako bi se ispričala priča. Dobrodošao Jedan jezik nikada nije dovoljan Dobrodošao (Croatian)

Dit vat meer as een taal om ‘n verhaal te vertel Welkom Een taal is nooit genoeg nie Welkom (Africaans)

Tarinan kertomiseen tarvitaan enemmän kuin yksi kieli, Tervetuloa Yksi kieli ei ikinä riitä Tervetuloa (Finnish)

Potrzeba więcej niż jednego języka by opowiedzieć historię Witaj Jeden język nigdy nie wystarczy Witaj (Polish)

Der skal mere end et sprog til at fortælle en historie Velkommen Et sprog er aldrig nok Velkommen (Danish)

Нужен е повече от един език, за да се разкаже една история Добре дошли Никога не е достатъчен само един език. Добре дошли (Bulgarian)

يحتاج الأمر أكثر من لغة واحدة لتحكي قصة مرحباً لا تكفي لغة واحدة ابداً مرحباً (Arabic)

Nuk mjafton vetëm një gjuhë për të rrëfyer një tregim. Mirësevjen Një gjuhë nuk mjafton asnjëherë. Mirësevjen (Albanian)

Il faut plus qu'une langue pour raconter une histoire Bienvenue Une langue n'est jamais assez Bienvenue (French)

צריך יותר משפה אחת כדי לספר סיפור ברוך הבא שפה אחת לעולם אינה די ברוכה הבאה (Hebrew)

Zimatengera chilankhulo choposa chimodzi kuti ufotokoze nkhani. Takulandirani. Chilankhulo chimodzi ndi chosakwanila. Takulandirani. (Chichewa)

Hizkuntza bakarra baino gehiago behar dira istorio bat kontatzeko, Ongi etorri Hizkuntza bat inoiz ez da aski Ongi etorri. (Basque)

物語を伝えるのは複数の言語がいります。歓迎。一つの言語は決して十分ではありません。ようこそ。(Japanese)

Butuh lebih dari satu bahasa untuk menceritakan sebuah kisah Memakai Satu bahasa tidak pernah cukup Memakai (Indonesian)

Чтобы рассказать историю, надо больше одного языка Добро пожаловать Одного языка никогда не достаточно Добро пожаловать (Russian)

Om in ferhaal te fertellen hast mear as ien taal noadich, Wolkom Ien taal is noait genôch Wolkom (Frisian)

Dobra Dosli Jedan jezik nikad nosta Dobra Dosli (Bosnian)

Benvegut Una lenga basta pas jamai Cal mai d'una lenga per contar una istòria Benvegut (Occitan)

Tha ea 'toirt barrachd air aon chànan a dh' innseadh sgeulachd Fàilte 'S e aon chànan riamh gu leòr Fàilte (Gaelic)

It's ever so ard to tell a story wiv one langwidge cummin and av a cuppa One langwidge ain't nuffink like innuf cummin and av a cuppa (South West London)

It taks mare than wan type o patter tae tell a yarn. Mak yersel at hame. Wan patter is naer enough. Mak yersel at hame. (Glaswegian)

Welcome. C’mon ben the living room. Come join our brilliant gathering.

#jackie kay #poetry #story-telling #shared humanity #language

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