can i call you baby

when someone won’t stop calling u

Hello, hello, baby, you called?
I can’t hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You’re breakin’ up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you
I’m kinda busy
Kinda busy
Kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy
Just a second
It’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You should’ve made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won’t stop calling me
I’m kinda busy
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop telephonin’ me
(Stop telephonin’ me)
I’m busy
(I’m busy)
Stop telephonin’ me
(Stop telephonin’ me)
Can call all you want but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club
And I’m sipping that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club
And I’m sipping that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Boy, the way you blowing up my phone
Won’t make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I should’ve left my phone at home
‘Cause this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer

Not that I don’t like you
I’m just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing

Sometimes I feel like I live in grand central station
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls
'Cause I’ll be dancin’
I’ll be dancin’
I’ll be dancin’
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls
'Cause I’ll be dancin’

My telephone
Ma ma ma telephone
'Cause I’m out in the club
And I’m sippin that bubb
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

(We’re sorry, we’re sorry
The number you have reached
Is not in service at this time
Please check the number, or try your call again)

The Pearls - "Shooting High"

The Pearls - “Shooting High” w/ “Can I Call You Baby” (LAMP)

Indianapolis, Indiana was home to several great independent funk & soul labels in the late 60’s & 70’s. Herb Miller’s LAMP Records was a dominant force in the scene. LAMP had some heavyweight groups such as The Vanguards, Tony Black & Revolution Compared To What, The Ebony Rhythm Band, The Pearls and more.

One of the stand out sweet soul 45s on the label for me is The Pearls. This is a definite two-sider. “Shooting High” is an uptempo feel good track with sweet vocals and a nice groove backed by LAMP house band The Ebony Rhythm Band. “Can I Call You Baby” is a great female vocal ballad with beautiful harmonies throughout and killer drums by Matthew “Fatback” Watson. 

Retribution: 5

Victims or Victimizers…..

Angel’s POV

“Baby, you still there?”

There was a light knock on the door that interrupted my response and caused Ry to stir a bit in his sleep.

“Angel, It’s me, I’m going to open the door okay?” I heard a gentle and fear stricken voice speak out.

I took a deep breath and breathed my response into the phone to my waiting husband.

“Can I call you later?”

“Of course, baby, I love you and I’m sor…” I hung up before he could finish. Something about him apologizing brought me back to the reality of why I wasn’t at home being cuddled in his arms in the first place. His not too recent acts of infidelity.

The door slowly swung open and as the light from the hallway crept in, Anaya pulled it open a little bit faster as she was able to see us crouched together in a corner of the closet.

She immediately fell to her knees sobbing and apologizing to me as she took Ry from me and checked him for harm.

She then began to frantically pull at my clothes and ask if I was hurt. Tugging at me and not allowing me to speak for myself.

“Nay” I grabbed her shoulders to try and calm her down. “I’m fine” I exasperated out with tears in my own eyes.

Ry had awaken and began to cry all over as he saw that his mother was crying and upset.

After I spoke those words it seemed like something in her snapped. She handed Ry back to me and pulled out a handkerchief to clean her face. It was as if she was putting on another persona.

Like she remembered that she had several of her guards and team members standing in the hallway waiting to reprimanded and ordered around. How would they fear her, if she showed this weak (human) side of her?

“Don’t just stand around fucking staring at me!” She barked as she exited the closet. I was even more afraid than I was when my life was in danger a few hours ago. Who was this stranger?

“I need answers! But first, Angel and my son need medical assistance, why the fuck did you have them sitting in this closet all of this time after the scene has been cleared? “She continued to yell, I continued to watch in fear with Ry. She was so intimidating. It didn’t even matter that she was a sob fest only a few moments ago.

They feared her. They regarded her with the same amount of fear I’ve seen Lau put in others eyes. And you only instill that kind of fear in people with inhumane threats and torture. If I was worried before, I’m really worried now.

“Why haven’t the French police arrived yet to help cover up this scene? She continued to question. We need to schedule a meeting to figure out who carried out this attack. “


“I don’t know who is crazy enough to think they can attack my home and loved ones” She continued

The guard who tried to speak up interrupted her again.

“Excuse Moi” I prayed for his soul right now, was he crazy?

She swiftly turned to him. Placed her hand on one of the other guard’s guns as it sat in the holster.

“This better be worth it” She stated as she peered at him. Did she mean his life?

He began to speak in broken English. “I think you need to know that this no ordinary attack. We losing and enemy closing in on mansion. We get help out of nowhere, third party”

“Police?” She questioned

He shook his head “Non, we not know who this group is, but good and on our side”

She turned to look at Ry and I as I couldn’t find the energy to get up from my spot on the closet floor.

“Get my sister and son to a car so that I may accompany them to the hospital. When we return. I want a full report; including all casualties. And we will be staying in the lower level apartment in the mansion for the next week until this place is fixed up. Have it ready.”

They all agreed and went about their separate ways carrying out her orders. Taking me and Ry to our designated car. I looked at Nay as they led us away. She looked so worried and shaken up. She was lost.

Anaya’s POV

I sat in the waiting area of the hospital and played with my baby as he drove one of his toy cars down my thigh. He was learning to make sounds in addition to saying some of his words. The doctors cleared him an hour ago.

He could always make me smile, even in the direst situations. I felt whole being able to physically hold him right now. I was in the middle of a meeting when I got the call. The meeting was part of the set up to get me away from the mansion; I found out later as the head of my security called me to debrief me over the phone.

They had to get me to where they could manipulate my cellphone service, so that I wouldn’t make it back to the mansion until after they were done murdering my loved ones.

I felt so stupid. I have to be smart and beef up security. My husband had to do this after his car was attacked. I also found out it was one of our long term rivals. The same mob that attacked him those years ago. They didn’t expect the help, and neither did we. We still can’t figure out who they were or where they came from.

I’ve trained myself to think differently and control my emotions better. Right now I’m waiting on the doctors to finish with my sister. They are making sure everything is okay with her and the baby.

I’m trembling on the inside, but, I’m not allowed to answer to that emotion anymore. I have an empire to run.

Angels POV

Scared is just one of the many emotions I’m feeling right now. I’m also anxious, feeling helpless, panicked, shocked in disbelief and denial.

This is a situation that I could’ve never imagined to have been placed in. Finally pregnant, but now separated from my husband due to him cheating. My sister has turned into the man she has been trying to escape the last seven years of her life and now I’m afraid of her and for her and her child.

I fear that I won’t be able to even get to her. She is so gone. The doctors just gave me my results and my baby is fine and in good health. They want me to stay in bed for a few days, but they plan to release me in a few hours. He left to get Nay and Ry a few moments ago.

I bit my lips as I fought with myself to figure out how to tell her of what I did just did. I felt like I had no choice. I have to think of my child.

Nay and Ry walked in just after the nurse finished helping me get dressed and I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for them to bring my wheelchair in.

Ry instantly reached for me “Ante” He called out

“Awww” I cooed as Nay rolled her eyes and handed him to me. “You okay to hold him? Are you sore or anything? I know that they told you to take it easy”

“I got him” I stated as I held my little love bug. I began to tear up as I thought of the conversation we needed to have, now.

“Nay, we need to talk”

“Yeah, what is it Ang?”

“You remember when I asked why you didn’t leave when you inherited everything. You still can you know and this attack is just as good of a reason as any. I’m scared for you and Ry”

“We’re fine Ang, we don’t need to go anywhere” She stated out of annoyance. I took a deep breath.

“Well, at least consider staying with me? Or let Ry stay with Maman until you find who did this?”

“I know who did it and it has already been handled. My son is going to stay with me where I can make sure that he is safe”

“Nay, please” I began to beg.

“That’s enough, all you need to worry about is your unborn child and divorcing that cheating twin. I can take care of my own” She snapped

I swallowed hard. I’ve never dealt with this Anaya before, but she just confirmed my fears about her.

There was a soft knock on my room door.

“Finally” She huffed out, assuming it was the wheelchair people so that we could go.

As she opened the door and got a glimpse of the person standing on the other side, I saw her shoulders immediately drop a little and she let out a sound of disgust.

“What are you doing here? And where are my guards?” She questioned a little louder as she walked down the hallway.

He stood in the doorway staring at me for a moment, taking in my slight baby bump and disheveled look. I explained what happened to him over the phone and we agreed that wasn’t the type of environment for a five month pregnant woman to be in.

I still didn’t know what this meant for us as I planned to move forward with the divorce loser to the end of my pregnancy. I want the papers signed as soon as our child is borne.


“Hurry” I responded. He picked up the wheelchair on his way here as they knew my husband was coming to check me out.

I still had Ry in my arms, so he helped me settle into my seat with him still in my arms. I wanted so badly to kidnap him, but I know that Anaya would kill us both with no hesitations before we made it to the exit over her child.

He grabbed Ry from my arms and sat on the bed and played with him as we waited for Nay and her guards to return.

I took a deep breath as I heard them coming down the hallway. I looked over to Larry as he played with Ry. You could tell that he missed him and he reminded him so much of his twin, whom he missed also.

Nay and the Guards dramatically entered the room. “I want him gone”

“Nay, wait”

“Ang, I know you not falling for some BS apology. They always cheat again”

Larry opened his mouth to speak, but I touched his arm, to warn him not to.

“I can’t do this, sis” I began to cry “I’m scared. Not only for my life, but of you. You have changed so much and for what? You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry, but I have to leave to make sure my child is safe”

Larry handed her Ry and moved to wheel me out. One of the guards moved to stop him, but she stopped him and allowed us to leave.

“I’m sorry and I love you sis” I whimpered out

She didn’t say anything as he wheeled me away.


The car ride back to our home was silent. Larry tried to hold my hand for support a couple of times, but I always pulled it away.

I was weak. I felt like I couldn’t get through this pregnancy without him. It has been my husband and I for so long and I didn’t think that it was fair for me to go through it without him.

He helped me out of the car and helped me into our home. Its been a while, but it was still home. I smelled one of my favorite dishes; chicken gumbo, as soon as I entered our home. I told him I had been craving it for a while now, when we talked on the phone.

My mouth instantly began to water as the hospital food wasn’t the best. At least not compared to his or Nay’s world class Chef’s.

“Mmm..smells good”

He smiled and blushed as he sat me down to take off my shoes after removing and hanging up my coat.

I went to wash up as he prepared me a bowl of gumbo.

I walked back into the kitchen and saw him cutting up the cracklin’ cornbread. I squealed.

He shook his head “American’s eat weird stuff”

“I can’t help it, my aunt was southern” I picked up a square and bit into it closing my eyes

“It still hot baby” that warning was too late

I fanned my mouth as I still tried to chew the hot piece I bit off. I didn’t plan on wasting it by spiting it out.

He let out a hearty laugh and at that moment I took him in. He fixed himself up outward to try and cover the internal mess that he was.

Freshly groomed facial hair, neatly twisted strands of hair. Clothes neat and in style. But that internal mess; it was still winning and no amount of coverage could hide it.

After dinner, he went run me a nice bubble bath with candles and scented oils. I snuck off to the guest bathroom and opted for a nice steamy shower instead.

I saw the disappointment in his eyes as I entered out bedroom, but I didn’t want him to think we are reconciling our marriage. We are simply doing this for our child. I don’t want him giving me romantic bubble baths thinking everything is okay.

I came back into the room and Larry grabbed my favorite bottle of lotion to rub down.

“I already did that thank you” Disappointment filled his orbs once again as he went to put it away.

I kept bottles all over the house and lotion myself down in the bathroom.

“Did you ever get that vent fixed in the guest room?” I inquired as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Huh?…Yea, baby, why you ask?” He knelt down before me as I secured my hair in a wrap.

“I just want to make sure you get some air while you sleep in there”

He sighed and rested his head in my lap.

“Baby, I miss you so much. I just want to hold you”

I stood up to get him off of me. “Its funny how you didn’t miss me when you were flying back and forth enjoying your time with someone else, you weren’t thinking about me then, huh?”

I went from calm to angry in a matter of moments. I was pregnant, hormonal and emotional. Anything thing could have triggered these emotions from me.

He stood up to leave.

“I not want to argue baby, I leave, for sleep in guest room. Good night. I love you”

I went and stood in front of him. Not only shocking him, but myself as well. I’m usually not this confrontational, but the pain he was causing me was unbearable.

I began to slam into his chest with my fist.

“I hate you!”

“You ruined us! We were happy; wasn’t I good enough?”

“Why wasn’t I enough for you baby?” I whimpered

He let me beat at him for a few moments before he grabbed my fist

He pulled me into him with tears now in his eyes.

“You perfect for me baby. I mess up so bad. I want you and my babies, that it, you more than enough. You my Angel. You heal my heart, you the reason it beat”

I pulled away from him. He will still have to deal with her as she is the mother of his child and that means I will forever be reminded of the image I saw on that day.

We will never get pass this.

Anaya’s POV

I sat in my office of the apartment on the lower level of my mansion. It was reserved to be used as a safe house and had extra protection and security settings in place.

I couldn’t focus as I thought about what Angel said at the hospital before he left. He words hurt, but I understood why she did what she had to.

I wasn’t allowed to let my emotions get in the way of rational thinking anymore. I was taking extra measure of securing my home and the homes of my loved ones and that included Angel and Larry’s, although they didn’t know about it.

The one thing I hated about being on the lower level part of this mansion is the windows. And if you knew what you were doing as some of our enemy were highly skilled; you could trip the alarm long enough to get one open and sneak in.

I walked in and found one in my office open earlier. I immediately had the area scanned and the windows sealed to prevent that from happening again.

I was told the cleaning staff wanted to get some of the fumes out before I arrived.

I heard a noise in the far corner of my office behind my book shelves. I rubbed at my temples and assumed it was time to pack up as I have had an eventful week and needed some rest.

I got and grabbed my brief case from beside my desk. As I stood up, I bumped into someone. I could tell by the energy that this person was giving off that I knew him.

“Don’t move”

Then he spoke in a thick French accent. I swallowed hard as I knew the voice. By why was he pointing a gun to my back? He cared for me once upon a time.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon wise, do you see alistair and your warden having children when she returns home? Any particular headcanon you could share regarding fereldan's king and queen?

in my perfect, headcanon world, yep, they definitely have babies. 

i was watching friends one day and when monica and chandler’s surrogate gives birth and it turns out to be twins and monica’s like ‘WE ONLY ORDERED ONE!’ i just pictured that as alistair and my warden lmao. that’s exactly how i imagine the birth goes.

so after hilarious sitcom related mishaps, the king and queen have twins. in my perfect, headcanon world they have a boy (duncan bryce) and a girl (eleanor rose).

remember when i said i hate the cutesy stuff but it was a flat out lie? yeah.

I’m a daddy 24/7 and is the best thing I can do. I enjoy it. I like calling you my princess, baby girl, my boo and I like to be called your daddy and kitty.I enjoy taking care of you , playing with your hair when you get grumpy, dog piling you with stuffies to the Max and enjoy cuddling with here all hanging out, I enjoy talking like I’m controlling them like puppets, enjoy watching movies and cuddling me while you sleep. I love giving you kisses before you go to be. I love holding you when your shaking when Your sleeping, love waking up next to you, and love when you hide your blushing faces. I enjoy being. Daddy but most of all I enjoy beings yours
And I love that you are .my princess

anonymous asked:

10, 14, 19, 29, 37, 56, 61

70 Horrible Questions

10. When was your last physical fight?

About a week, week and a half ago maybe?

14. Do you miss anyone?

Yeah, lots.

19. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Hell yeah, who wouldn’t? I wanna stop John Key being PM!

29. Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

sw eat s

37. Is it easier to forgive or forget?


56. How many people have you fist fought?

Oh god how much time do you have I fought so many people–

61. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I can say with absolute certainty that if anyone ever calls me baby I’m gonna add another name to the list of motherfuckers I punched out–