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The Birthplace of a Cultural Revolution: Exploring the Origins of Hip-Hop and its Influence on Fashion

Welcome to our blog, where we embark on a journey to uncover the origins of hip-hop and its profound impact on both music and fashion. In this post, we delve into the birthplace of this cultural revolution, tracing its roots back to the vibrant streets of the South Bronx. We'll also explore the close connection between hip-hop fashion and street style, highlighting how the fashion choices of early hip-hop pioneers became intertwined with the very essence of the genre. So, let's rewind to the past and uncover the rich history that birthed hip-hop and shaped its unique sense of style.

The Birth of Hip-Hop:

Hip-hop emerged during the 1970s in the South Bronx, New York City, as a creative and expressive response to socio-economic challenges faced by African American and Latino communities. Its inception can be attributed to the fusion of various elements, including DJing, MCing (rapping), graffiti art, and, of course, dance. The neighborhoods became a breeding ground for innovation, and the streets served as the backdrop for this cultural movement.

Street Style and Self-Expression:

Hip-hop culture has always been rooted in individuality and self-expression. Early pioneers expressed their identity and creativity through their clothing, which laid the foundation for the iconic hip-hop fashion and street style we know today. In the face of limited resources, they repurposed and personalized clothing, creating their own unique looks that set them apart from mainstream fashion.

Influence of African and African American Aesthetics:

Hip-hop fashion draws inspiration from African and African American aesthetics, paying homage to cultural heritage and ancestral roots. Bold and vibrant colors, patterns, and prints reminiscent of traditional African garments found their way into the fashion choices of early hip-hop artists. This infusion of cultural elements became a defining feature of hip-hop fashion.

Rise of Sneaker Culture:

Sneakers have become synonymous with hip-hop fashion and street style. From Adidas to Nike, Puma to Converse, sneakers became a symbol of identity and status within the hip-hop community. The love for sneakers grew hand in hand with the rise of breakdancing and the need for functional footwear that could withstand the demands of dance battles and energetic moves.

Branding and Logomania:

Hip-hop fashion has a close relationship with branding and logos. As the genre gained popularity, artists started sporting clothing adorned with recognizable logos, transforming fashion into a form of self-promotion. Brands like FUBU, Karl Kani, and Sean John became synonymous with the hip-hop fashion movement, representing not just style but also entrepreneurial success within the community.

Influence on Mainstream Fashion:

Hip-hop's influence on fashion extends far beyond its grassroots beginnings. As the genre gained mainstream recognition, elements of hip-hop style started to influence high fashion runways, streetwear brands, and pop culture. Baggy pants, oversized hoodies, bucket hats, and gold chains all found their way into the fashion lexicon, transcending cultural boundaries and becoming iconic symbols of hip-hop style.

Conclusion:

Hip-hop's origin lies in the vibrant streets of the South Bronx, where a fusion of artistic expression gave birth to a cultural revolution. The fashion choices of early hip-hop pioneers became intertwined with the essence of the genre, fostering a unique street style that celebrated self-expression, cultural heritage, and individuality. Hip-hop fashion's influence on mainstream culture is a testament to its enduring power. From sneakers to branding, streetwear to logomania, hip-hop has left an indelible mark on the fashion world. So, whether you're donning a fresh pair of sneakers,rocking a statement logo, or embracing the vibrant colors and patterns of hip-hop fashion, remember that you're not just wearing clothes—you're paying homage to a cultural movement that continues to shape and redefine fashion as we know it. Let your fashion choices become a testament to the spirit of hip-hop, where individuality, creativity, and self-expression thrive.

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The Eternal Echo of 2Pac: Beyond Justice and into Myth

2Pac's legacy is a rich tapestry that invites us to look beyond the surface of conspiracy theories and delve into the deeper, more meaningful aspects of his contribution to culture and society.

Disclaimer: The following content is speculative and represents the thoughts of ThinkTank Theorium. While grounded in cultural observations, it’s essential to do your own research and form your own opinions. Introduction: “ 2Pac still haunting those that love him and those that hate him,” a sentiment echoed by many, reverberating through the streets and across online forums, even 27 years after…

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Microphone Check: The Hidden History of Hip Hop (Trailor)

A documentary revealing the untold history of hip hop, dispelling misconceptions, and shedding light on its true creators

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Lil' Kim's 1997 Rolonda Interview: Favorite Moments

Lil’ Kim’s 1997 Rolonda Interview: Favorite Moments

Image: amazon.comHip-Hop artist Lil’ Kim is one of the most influential figures of all time; she’s an icon. She emerged in the mid-1990s with a rather risqué image compared to her female counterparts. It’s no secret or surprise that Hip-Hop was a male dominated genre. Female rappers wanted listeners to focus primarily on the messages within their rhymes as opposed to the fact that they were…

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hii! here's my other piece from the zine Sing It Like The Kids That Are Mean To You (created by @thrashbeatles and laid out by @birdloaf, get your physical copy here (when its in stock) and your digital copy here)

Pete Wentz is, in many ways, the driving force behind Fall Out Boy, and he is a biracial black man. It is no surprise, then, that blackness is ever-present within the band’s art, through genre, through lyrics, through politics. Let’s talk about how race colours their work.

            To start, black genre influences are scattered throughout the band’s discography. The album art of Take This to Your Grave is an homage to John Coltrane’s iconic album Blue Train. Infinity on High is filled to the brim with funk, soul and R&B influences on songs like I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) and This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race. American Beauty/American Psycho was an experiment in emulating mixtape culture, filled with samples and electronic beats, and getting its own remix album, Make America Psycho Again. M A  N   I    A drew its influence from dancehall and reggae, especially on Sunshine Riptide and HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T. They haven’t been shy about incorporating black genres into their work, and in fact, it seems to be a staple for them.

            Additionally, Pete Wentz’s lyricism in and of itself is in fact heavily influenced by black art, and one could argue it is quintessentially the work of a black poet. In his lyrics are strategic plays on words, inversions and remixes of classic phrases, and an endless stream of cultural references, all akin to the wit and flow of a rapper. Think lines like “I’m a painter and I’m drawing a blank,” or “You take the full, full truth and you pour some out.” Indeed, in his words you’ll even find braggadocio, a staple in hip hop, though his comes with a helping of self-deprecation, like in the line “Signing off, I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen/The kid was alright then it went to his head.” This is arguably a feature which endears so many people to his work, and it is the one which shows his blackness most evidently.

            Finally, while Fall Out Boy itself is not an overtly political act, the band has at times used their music to espouse black politics. In You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave, the lyrics tell the story of Fred Hampton Jr’s conviction for aggravated arson following the 1992 LA riots protesting the acquittal of the police officers who murdered Rodney King. The song Novocaine also deals with black politics, being inspired by the murder of Trayvon Martin and primarily about the corruption of and threat posed by the police to black youth.

            The core idea behind Fall Out Boy is to make music “for the kids who feel like they don’t fit in anywhere”. When that sentiment is espoused by a man who grew up as part of the only black family in his neighbourhood, it gains a whole new meaning. Fall Out Boy is, in a very real way, for niggas.

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'tis the damn season | Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 6.5K

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

The holidays are already going to be hard enough for Julie. Her home baking business, which had started as a fun side project, exploded after a few TikToks went viral. Just when she was getting the hang of juggling her job and business, tragedy struck. Facing her first Christmas as an orphan, the last thing Julie expected was to hear that once familiar nickname - Cece.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

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Chapter 4

A benefit of military training was that Jake could now fall asleep anywhere and under almost any circumstances. After months on a carrier listening to hops overhead, shaking his bed, collapsing into a steady twin-sized mattress wasn’t an issue. 

When he closed his eyes, he could only see Cece’s shocked expression after they’d kissed. But when he drifted off, he dreamed about holding her, pressing kisses to the nape of her neck as she decorated her cakes before lifting her onto the counter and standing between her knees. The unhurried kisses they’d share as she ran her fingers through his hair the way no one else seemed to be able to do. Her soft mo -  

“What are you doing?!” 

Jake bolted upright at the sound of raised voices, feet hitting the floor before he was fully awake. Not pausing to grab his shirt, he ran from the bedroom and flew down the steps, jumping the last few as Ally yelled again.

“You inconsiderate b - ”

“Inconsiderate?! I’m helping!” Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, Jake stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. 

“You’re ruining it!” The back door swung open as Mama stomped to clear the snow from her boots.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded. Cool hands brushed Jake’s bare skin, and he glanced down to see Cece trying to get past him. 

“What…” her exhausted voice cracked, taking in the scene before them.

The counter was littered with crumbs. Bowls of ganache and buttercream had knives resting on the rims. The macaron shells that Jake matched were scattered about, some with filling that spilled past the rims of the small cookies. A few cupcakes Cece had carefully decorated and boxed were sitting back on the cooling racks, icing swiped from the sides. 

And, standing there with flour artfully brushed on her cheeks with her phone set up on Cece’s tripod was Shayla. A red-faced Ally glared daggers at her from across the counter, one hand resting on her stomach while the other clenched into a tight fist. “You need the get the fuck out of here RIGHT NOW,” Ally snarled, “before I knock you on your ass, you selfish - ”

“Allison Rae Seresin,” Mama snapped, toeing off her boots and stepping inside. Her eyes quickly surveyed the damage, widening the more she took in. 

“Jake, you’re going to let her talk to me like that,” Shayla demanded, planting her hands on her hips. It took a minute for him to realize that she was wearing Cece’s discarded apron. 

“What were you thinking, Shayla?” he asked, attempting to keep his voice steady but unable to stop the anger from creeping in. His eyes darted to Cece, who stood silently beside him, a shaking hand pressed to her mouth. Shay’s gaze shifted from him to her, and he could have sworn something flashed in his fiancée’s eyes.

“I was just trying to help. I know you and Jake were up all night, and I’m going to tag you in the video so you’ll get plenty of viewers from it.”

“Y-you…I…” Cece stuttered before pressing her lips into a thin line. Jake could see the gleam of tears in her tired eyes and felt his heart break. But when he reached to touch her shoulder, she jerked away from him. The anger faded from Ally’s face as she turned to Cece. 

“I’m sure we can salvage some of it,” she said. Shaking her head, Cece forced a smile onto her wobbling lips.

“I-it’s fine. I can fix it. I…I just need to go to the store.” 

“Shayla will pay for the damages,” Mama said, glancing at the woman in question. When she opened her mouth to say something, Jake cut her off.

“Of course. I’ll go with you - ”

“No.” The word was loud in the near-silent kitchen, but Cece wouldn’t meet his gaze. 

“I’ll go,” Ally said, glancing at her watch. “I don’t have any appointments this morning, so I can help out - ” 

“No.” It was softer this time but just as firm. 

“Julie - ” Mama said softly, walking toward the trembling woman who took a step back. Her shoulder brushed Jake’s chest, but she took another quick step away when he reached to steady her. 

“Please don’t. I-I need to go. The ganache needs at least two hours to set b-before I can use it.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and brushed past him, working hard not to touch him before darting upstairs. 

“You fix this,” Mama ordered, hard eyes meeting his before following Cece upstairs.

“Get out of the kitchen,” Ally demanded.

“You can’t - ”

“In case you didn’t catch on,” she cut her off. “This is my family’s house. This is my future house. And just because my brother-in-law had the misfortune of knocking you up and putting that gaudy ring on your finger before any sense was knocked into his thick skull doesn’t give you any right to stand here until your last name is Seresin. So get. Out.”

“Jakey!” He scrubbed a hand down his face, turning to watch Cece barrel down the stairs and out the front door. 

The grocery store parking lot was empty when Julie parked in a spot closest to the door - it wouldn’t open for another fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she leaned the seat back and stared up at the car ceiling, willing away the tears that pricked her eyes. 

She was so tired. And hurt. And mad at herself. 

The idea of going back to the Seresin house - one of her safe havens - made her stomach twist with guilt and dread. A small part of her wanted to call Lucy to see if she could use her kitchen. Still, the rational part of her knew it would be a huge imposition to ask her best friend to give up her kitchen with two little ones running around, and she would never get the work done.

But working with Jake again couldn’t happen. Julie had let her guard down last night, lost in the nostalgia of spending time with the boy she’d loved and learning about the man he’d become. It had been too easy to slip back into the familiar, trading long-forgotten inside jokes and teasing one another. His warm laugh had kept her going, and she’d even trusted him enough to watch over things and take a short power nap on the couch. She’d been too comfortable with the casual touches they’d traded, his hands on her hips to gently move her out of the way to wash his hands or how his fingers had curled around hers when they high-fived when the macarons finally came out right. 

And when they’d kissed… it had felt like finally coming home. Like stepping into a hot shower after a long day, letting the warmth wrap around you and ease all of the tension from your body.

“Baby, I missed you.” 

Those words echoed through her head, bruising her heart. 

There were few things that Julie regretted in life, and leaving Jake in Virginia wasn’t one of them. For the first time, she had put herself first. She’d stood up for herself when he kept lying to her face. Julie needed time to figure out who she was when she wasn’t waiting for Jake Seresin to accomplish his goals. 

What she did regret, though, was ignoring his text message after running into him seven years ago. 

It had been a shock to see him two years after breaking off their engagement and moving back to Austin. Ally had texted her to ask for bar recommendations since she and Will were going to the Texas versus A&M rivalry game, and she’d given her favorite local spot. After spending hours in the sun, screaming for her team to kick the Aggie’s ass, she and her girlfriends had retreated to their watering hole to celebrate their win. The last thing she had expected was to see her ex-fiancé standing at the bar, the black Longhorn hat she’d bought him years before on his head as he ordered a beer. When his green eyes had lifted to find hers across the crowded room, she’d been pinned to the spot. 

The night had ended with them sneaking away from the group and fumbling with the bar bathroom door lock, unwilling to stop kissing long enough to secure it. She could taste beer and longing on his tongue, and she let herself get lost in the feeling of him and the nostalgia of the Spring Break nights that had ended just like this. Once the lock clicked into place, he backed her against the walls, his hands sliding under her burnt orange skirt as he mouthed at her breasts through her white t-shirt. Guiding her legs around his waist, he’d lifted her, pressing her against the wall while tugging her panties to the side. 

“I missed you,” he panted against her neck as he slid home. 

A month later found Julie in her apartment bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test on the sink. Jake had texted her a few times, and they’d even spent one night talking into the early hours. Still, ever since realizing her period was late, she had limited contact. Just that morning, he’d texted asking if she was alright. 

A small part of her wanted to tell him she might be pregnant. But the last time they’d been in this predicament, he’d made so many promises, and she wasn’t sure if she could do the same. The memory of sitting on the phone with him during their sophomore year of college, waiting for the timer to go off as he promised he would drop out of the Academy and move home, and enlist in the Navy rather than commission as an officer so he could take care of her and the baby, was too much. As much as she still loved Jake, Julie wasn’t sure she could promise to move back to Virginia if she was pregnant this time. Those two months had been a black hole of loneliness and depression, and she’d only clawed herself out of it by coming back to Austin. 

So when the test was negative, Julie promised it was over. And she kept that promise when she’d seen him in Magnolia the following year when she visited her daddy for Christmas. It had been hard to speed walk out of the store, ignoring Jake calling for her, but it was for the best.

And now… now he was engaged and had a baby on the way, exactly what he’d always wanted. 

And who was she to derail that? Even if the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life with was evil? That was his choice. There had to be something good in her if Jacob Thomas Seresin chose to spend the rest of his life with her. For all of his faults, Jake was a good man who would do anything for the people he loved. And if he loved Shayla, that had to mean something. So kissing him was now on the list of regrets.

It did mean that she needed to distance herself from the Seresins. As much as she loved them, it wasn’t fair to Jake, Shayla, or their baby for her to be around. Once she left Magnolia, it would be easier to separate herself. It would hurt to lose her family, but it was the right thing to do. The idea of this being her last Christmas with them was…a sob caught in Julie’s throat, and she pressed a hand to her mouth to keep it from escaping. She’d already promised to be Tyler’s godmother - she could still make sure to have a close relationship with the little boy while keeping his uncle at arm’s length.

The grocery store lights turned on. Sitting up, Julie took a few deep breaths, brushing away any tears that had escaped her tight control and ignoring the dark circles that seemed permanent these days. After gathering her purse and putting her coat back on, she exited the car and hurried across the parking lot, mentally reviewing her shopping list.

The tears started to escape again when she stood in the baking aisle, trying to find more than one bag of almond flour. There was no telling how many macarons she needed to redo, and only having a bag and a half made her anxious. 

“Jules?” Taking a step back from where she was moving bags of flour on the shelf, she looked up the aisle to see Drew smiling. It slowly faded as he took in her appearance, and he quickly walked toward her, his cart wheels rattling loudly. “Hey, everything alright?” 

Maybe it was the genuine concern in his voice or the way his brown eyes softened as they took her in. It could have been the familiar firehouse uniform that her daddy had worn or just the exhaustion of the last week, but Julie couldn’t fight the tears any longer. When the first sob escaped, she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle it, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole. “Aw, honey,” Drew murmured, shifting his radio over his shoulder before tugging her into his arms. His blue fire jacket held the faintest whiff of smoke and muted cologne, and she found herself burying her face into his chest as she cried. 

Julie wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but Drew didn’t seem to mind her using him as support during her breakdown. Instead, he held her tightly, telling her it would be alright. That whatever was wrong, they would figure it out. And when her sobs dissolved into hiccups and sniffles, she pulled away and wiped at the dark spot she’d left on his uniform. “S-sorry,” she whispered. 

“It’s fine,” he replied, ducking to try and catch her eye when she wouldn’t look at him. “What’s wrong, Jules? Talk to me.”

“I-it’s just been a spectacularly shitty last few days.” 

“Yeah? What happened?” And that was how she found herself spilling everything to him - overextending herself between work and baking to try and block out the fact that this was the first Christmas without her daddy, not sleeping for more than a few hours per night over the last month, her oven going out, and waking up to find out that Shayla ruined a lot of the hard work she’d done overnight. “So let me get this straight, honey,” Drew said, brows furrowing. “You’ve been runnin’ yourself into the ground and not sleeping. And your oven went out, so you went to the Seresin’s. And your ex-fiancé’s new fiancée is a bitch who messed with the stuff that you need for the mayor’s party tonight?”   

“That’s the gist,” she nodded. A soft smile crossed his mouth as he brushed away her tears with his knuckle. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Drew had only been in Magnolia for about four years and hadn’t had a front-row seat to the saga of Jake and Julie that some folks in town still liked to gossip about. Gossips like Betty, who pushed her rattling cart past them, not even bothering to hide her curious stare. 

“Mornin’, Mrs. Roberts,” Drew said, tapping the bill of his cap.

“Mornin’,” Betty said. “Everythin’ alright, Julie?” 

“Peachy,” she lied, forcing a smile and trying to ignore that her face was probably red and splotchy. 

“Jules was just helpin’ me pick out the best stuff for pancakes. Gotta get back to the house and make sure we get one last good breakfast in before shift ends.” 

“Of course,” Betty said, glancing in their baskets. Her gaze caught on the dark blue spot on his jacket. Drew reached up and twisted the radio belt, so it covered the spot, hand resting on the radio to hide it further. 

“Merry Christmas,” Julie said, turning her back on Betty, reaching for a bag of all-purpose flour, and putting it into Drew’s cart. “You should do them from scratch rather than using the box stuff.”

“Right. Just figured it’d be easier for the rookie,” Drew said, turning his back on the older woman. The rattling of the wheels alerted them to her departure, and they both glanced over their shoulder to see her hurrying down the aisle. “Ten bucks says she calls someone from the parking lot.”

“Twenty says she calls someone before getting to the register,” Julie countered, reaching into his cart to retrieve the flour.

“You can leave that. What else do I need for pancakes from scratch?” 

“Baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, eggs, and butter. You sure you don’t want to go the easier boxed route?” 

“I have a feeling we’re gonna need a good breakfast to get through all the work we have to do.”

“I thought your shift ended soon. Expecting any fires?”

“You never know,” Drew grinned down at her. “I’ve been known to start a kitchen fire or two when trying to make something. Good thing there’ll be a professional on hand to supervise.” At her confused look, he shrugged. “Come use the kitchen at the firehouse.”

“I-I… Drew, that’s - ”

“We’ve got a huge kitchen, the guys can help out, and you won’t have to worry about seeing the bitchy fiancée or ex-fiancé.”

“All my stuff is at the Seresin’s place.” He shrugged again. 

“Not an issue. I can run over and grab it while you take a nap.” He held up a finger when she opened her mouth to say something. “Honey, I hope the next words out of your mouth are some form of ‘yes’ or ‘thank you,’ ‘cause I don’t think we have a whole lot of time to argue. I got one of those invitations to the mayor’s party, and I know that we’ve got about” - he glanced at his watch - “thirteen hours until the party starts, and I’m sure you want to be done before that. So we don’t have time. Unless you want to go back to the Seresin’s.”

Julie paused for a moment before speaking, “Thanks, Drew.”

Jake carefully wiped the paper towel over the macaron shell, removing as much of the ganache as possible before setting it aside. Shayla had only managed to make about forty of the cookies before getting caught, so even if he couldn’t salvage all of them, at least Cece wouldn’t be starting from scratch. It was the least he could do. 

After Cece had left and Ally kicked her out of the kitchen, Shayla stomped up to the guest bedroom. He reluctantly followed, finding her throwing things into her suitcase and demanding to leave. “I’m happy to drive you to the airport, but I’m not leaving,” Jake had said, crossing his arms over his chest. Shayla spun on her heel and glared at him, putting a hand on her stomach.

“You would abandon the mother of your child? On Christmas Eve?”

“If you want to go, that’s fine. And we can talk about this when I get home - and we are going to talk about this, Shayla.” 

“About what?!” she spat, throwing her hairdryer into the suitcase so hard that the attachment flew off. “For trying to help some little bumfuck creator wi - ”

“Stop!” It was rare for Jake to raise his voice to her, so it shocked Shayla into silence. “You have no idea how hard Cece worked last night. You had no right to do that.”

“Oh, because it’s precious ‘Cece’s,’” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Funny how everyone else calls her Julie, but you call her Cece. ‘Cause she’s just an ‘old family friend,’ right?” Cocking an eyebrow, she smirked. “We’re even, Jake.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you.” Jake felt a jolt of panic and fought to keep his expression blank.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you kiss her.” The smile that graced her face could only be described as vindictive as she rubbed her stomach. “We both screwed up, but we’re gonna put that behind us for the sake of our baby, right?” When he didn’t answer, too stunned to respond, she walked closer and cupped his cheek, guiding his hand to her stomach. “Right? Because we’re a family. And I forgive you - ”

“Shay - ”

“As long as you don’t see her again.” 

Gentle chiming woke Julie, and she blindly slapped for her phone to turn off the alarm. Her body ached for sleep, and she indulged by hitting the snooze button. Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her face into the pillow and inhaled an unfamiliar scent while tugging the blanket higher over her shoulders. 

There was a gentle rapping on the door, and Julie groaned when it opened. “Jules?” Drew said softly.

“ M up,” she grumbled, forcing one eye open. 

“I just wanted to let you know I’m back with your stuff. Did you want me to get the oven going?” 

“I - ” she yawned, slowly sitting up. “Can do it.”

“Watch your eyes.” After pausing to let her cover them, Drew flipped on the room light. Squinting at the sudden brightness, she caught the fond look he gave her at the sight of her sleeping in one of his shirts and pair of sweats before schooling his expression. “Coffee’s ready whenever you are.” 

“Did… did they say anything when you got to the house?”

“Well,” he said, leaning against the doorframe and scratching his chin, fingers rasping against the stubble. “Mrs. Seresin wanted to make sure you were alright. Mrs. Roberts called her to let her know about… uh… you were upset.” 

“Well, at least we know who she called in the dairy section,” she sighed, rolling her eyes - Drew had handed her a crisp $20 bill after checking out. 

“Yeah. Didn’t see Mr. Seresin or Will, but I met Jake.” Julie gripped the mattress, somewhat dreading what he would report.

“And?”

“He, uh…” Drew scratched the back of his neck. “Wanted me to tell you that he tried to save as many cookies as possible. And that he’s sorry.” 

“Any sightings of the wicked witch of the West Coast?” she asked, pushing to her feet. The floor was cold, and she quickly shoved her feet into her sneakers. 

“Thankfully, no,” he chuckled, stepping aside as she neared. “I can grab my shampoo and stuff if you want to jump in the shower before starting.

“You trying to politely say I’m lookin’ rough?” Julie teased.

“I’d never say that about a beautiful woman.” Blushing, she dropped her gaze and shook her head. 

“Daddy told me about the water pressure here. I’ll wait ‘til I get home.” With a nod, Drew tilted his head toward the kitchen.

“I just tossed your clothes in the dryer, so they’ll be done soon. And I may have stashed some of the leftover bacon for you.” 

Stepping into the main room, Julie was greeted with a round of hellos from the firefighters on shift. She quickly made the rounds, hugging some oldtimers who had worked with her daddy and trading smiles with the rest. In a town as small as Magnolia, she regularly saw them at the store or work and - except for a few - had gone to school with them. Drew handed her a coffee mug when she stepped away from a conversation with Travis, whose wife wanted a cake for their fifth wedding anniversary. 

“Let’s see the damage,” Julie sighed, glancing at the tray of paired macaron shells. She quickly spotted the damaged ones, even with Jake trying to salvage them. A handful were cracked, and the silver cookies were stained with chocolate. All told it looked like she would maybe have to do four trays - much less than expected. Thankfully, it looked like Shayla had only messed with six cupcakes, which had been extras, so she didn’t need to touch those. Mentally revising her to-do list while sipping coffee, Julie realized that she would have plenty of time to finish all the work, even with testing the new oven. 

“What’s the plan, boss?” Drew asked, leaning against the counter and watching her. 

“I’ll whip up some macarons to test the oven, make some royal icing for the cookie kit, and decorate the macarons. The ganache should be set by then, and my stuff will be up to room temp for the buttercream. I can fill macarons pretty quickly, and after that, it’s boxing and doing the sugar cookies.” 

Which was exactly what she did. It only took three rounds of tests to get the macarons right, by which time she had an audience sitting around the kitchen. Drew, who had been observing from the table while doing some paperwork, put them to work after raiding the EMT truck for gloves. They quickly assembled her packaging and placed her advertisement stickers on the cupcake boxes. After doing a small drizzle of icing on the macaron shells to make it look like the Christmas bulbs had a cap, she stood back and laughed as they doused them with edible spray glitter. 

With their permission - which she enthusiastically received - Julie set up her tripod and filmed. And it was the most she laughed in a long time. As much as the guys were messing around, they ensured their assigned tasks were done. Given how much counter space there was, she made the sugar cookie dough while the macarons dried before baking. Once rolled, there was some good-natured shoving to see who would get to cut out the cookies while Julie worked on filling the macarons. Drew volunteered to package them, his arm brushing against hers when he reached for one of the finished cookies.

Somehow - miraculously - everything was done by 3:00PM. The guys were already off shift but stayed back to help her finish up, and the second shift also joined in. When she started to plan on moving everything to her car, they helped her wash and pack her equipment but insisted on her coming back to get the baked goods before the party so she wouldn’t have to repack the car again in a couple of hours. 

“I’ll come by,” Drew offered. “Gonna be headed to the party anyways, so I can help you set up. And then maybe you’d like to stick around with me?” 

So, just before 4:00PM, Julie trudged back into her apartment, collapsed into bed after setting an alarm, and quickly passed out. 

“Get up,” Will said, throwing open the door to Jake’s bedroom. “We’re goin’ out.” Lowering his phone, Jake looked at his older brother and sighed.

“Don’t feel like it.”

“I wasn’t asking, squirt. Get your ass up and get in the truck.” Rolling his eyes, Jake shifted onto his side, turning his back to his brother.

“Later, Will. I’m - ” A hand clamped around his ankle and tugged. Caught off-guard, he scrambled to catch the mattress as Will pulled him onto the floor in a tangle of blankets and limbs. Hands on his hips, his older brother glared down at him.

“Get your fuckin’ shoes on. We’re goin’ to get a beer.” 

Which was how the Seresin boys found themselves at Mikey’s on Christmas Eve, staring one another down over a beer while country versions of Christmas classics played on the jukebox. The bar was moderately full of folks catching up, those - like Jake - who had moved away from Magnolia and came back for the holidays, greeting those who had chosen to stay behind. He’d seen more people from high school tonight than since graduation when he and Cece had snuck out to a field party. That night, he’d slipped his class ring on her finger, promising they would get married as soon as he graduated from the Academy, celebrating their commitment in the backseat of his truck. After too much to drink, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms in his truck bed and woken to multiple missed calls from her daddy. Mr. Ryan had tried to ground Cece, only for her to put her foot down that she was an adult and wouldn’t miss time with Jake the last few weeks he was home. 

After catching up with another former classmate, Will took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and pushed his glass away. “Jake.”

“Why do I feel I’m not going to like what you have to say?”A smile tugged at the corner of Will’s mouth before he schooled his expression.

“‘Cause you can be moderately intelligent when you’re not thinkin’ with your dick. But yeah, you’re not gonna like it. We need to talk about Shayla.”

“My fiancée? Jake asked, sipping his beer and raising an eyebrow.

“Not many other Shayla’s around here,” his brother shrugged and sighed. “Ally told me about what happened this morning, and I’m sure Mama told Pops.” 

“She has. You saw the way he looked at her at dinner.” It had been a tense affair, with Ally choosing to stay home rather than join while Mama kept her answers clipped when asked anything. Will and Pops had carried on the conversation, and Pops had pointedly told Shayla to put her phone away when she tried to film them eating. Jake had taken it from her and put it in his pocket, only returning it when the meal was over. When Will grabbed a plate of leftovers to take home for his wife, Pops stopped him to ask if Ally would be joining them for breakfast, to which Will said he wasn’t sure. Jake had caught the irritated look that Mama had thrown at Shayla.

Will nodded, crossing his arms over the table. “Yeah. She’s not making it easy, especially doing that to Julie.” Jake took a sip of his beer to avoid giving his brother more reason to hate her. If he found out that Shayla had done it intentionally to hurt Cece for his mistake, there would be no coming back from that. 

“She’s… not comfortable here. She’s not like this when we’re home.” Raising an eyebrow, Will gave his brother an unimpressed look. “She’s not. Shay is...complicated.” 

“So uncomplicate it for me. Why are you with her? Other” - he cut Jake off when he opened his mouth - “than because she’s pregnant.” 

“I love her.” The words sounded hollow even to his own ears. “She’s…she’s…”

Sitting up, Will counted on his fingers. “Ally’s the love of my life. She’s funny, smart as hell, feisty as shit, protective of the people she loves, and is one of the most caring people I’ve met.” Holding up his hand, he sighed. “Five things about the woman I love in less than 30 seconds. It’s not a trick question. 

“Shayla’s funny in her own way,” Jake said, holding up his thumb. “She can be caring. Um…She’s good at what she does, and her fans love her.” 

“And time,” Will said, glancing at his watch. “Just for comparison's sake, if I’d asked you that question about Julie back when you were together, would you have been able to answer it?”

Jake gave his brother a flat stare. “It’s easy to say good things about someone you’ve loved since seventh grade.”

“Should be even easier to say it about the woman you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with.” 

“What do you want me to say, Will?” Jake demanded. “That I don’t want to be with my fiancée? That I wish I hadn’t been stupid and slept with her one more time before breaking up? Because I’m not going to say that. Not about the woman who is having my baby.” 

“Ja - ”

“I’m going to marry her. We’re going to be a family, and we’re just going to have to…figure out how to…” 

“Be happy?”

“I am happy,” he snapped. 

“Then maybe tell that to your face.” It had been years since his last bar fight, but it took everything in Jake not to deck his big brother. Scowling down at his beer, he forced himself to take a deep breath. And then another. Sighing, Will shook his head. “I’m not tryin’ to piss you off. But you don’t have to marry her just ‘cause she’s pregnant.” 

“If Ally’d gotten pregnant when you were dating, you would have married her.” 

“You’re right. I would have married her because I love Ally, and we already talked about it. But if you think that stubborn woman woulda let me marry her out of some sense of obligation, you don’t know my wife.” 

“It’s not…” Jake ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. “I have an obligation. And I’m not willing to risk not being part of my kid’s life just because…”

“You don’t love their mother?”

“I’m having trouble trusting her,” he finished, glaring at the other man. “If I don’t marry her, I might not have access to them.”

“You can set up a custody arrangement if you need to,” Will suggested.

“But I’d still miss a lot. And what happens if I get orders? No court is going to make her move so I can be close to them. I only get to see my kid grow up if I marry Shayla.” 

The doors opened, letting in a cold blast of air, and Jake sat up as Cece stumbled in laughing, snow dusting her hair and shoulders. She turned, looking up at the man he recognized from earlier at the house, who grinned back at her and nodded toward the bar. Taking his hand, she led them through the crowd, taking up a vacated spot. 

Will followed his gaze as Jake watched him help Cece take her coat off, folding it over his arm. She wore a tight green dress that clung to her curves and a pair of black tights, snow coating her black boots. Jake's grip tightened on his glass when the guy reached up to brush the snow from her hair. And then his view was obscured as Will shifted to block them. “If you’re set on marrying Shayla, maybe you shouldn’t look at your ex like that,” he said gently. Jake forced his gaze down onto his beer. 

“How long’s that been going on?”

“Ally said that Drew’s asked her out a couple times. He’s a good guy - worked with her Pops and was there for her when he…But I think this is the first time they’ve gone out.” Jake’s eyes shot up when he heard her laugh, watching Cece tap her beer glass against his. Plucking a pretzel rod from the dish before him, he crushed it to dust over a napkin, tracking the two as they retreated to a table. Drew pulled out her chair and pushed it in before draping her jacket over the back. 

“He deserve her?” Will lifted his beer, pausing for a moment before taking a sip. 

“Jake, you gotta let her go. It’s not fair to you or her or Shayla.” 

“Easier said than done,” Jake muttered. His brother glanced over at the two of them and sighed. 

“I don’t see it going anywhere. Julie talked to Mama and Pops about looking after the house when she leaves if she doesn’t sell it, and I don’t see her staying for someone.” Jake let out a sad huff, downing half of his beer. 

“Yeah, she tends to not do that.” 

“Don’t start that shit,” Will said, his tone sharp. The brothers traded a look before the younger shrugged. 

“She’s the one that left.”

“After she waited for your dumb ass for years, and you lied to her.”

“What? I didn’t - ”

“Let her know you were deploying?” Jake froze, eyes darting from Will to Cece and back again. 

“What?” Wills’ eyebrow rose. 

“Julie found out you were leaving after she moved up to Virginia. You didn’t know?” Dread pooled in Jake’s stomach as he looked back at the woman he’d loved for most of his life. He’d tried to figure out what had been the breaking point for them for so long, but he’d never… 

It had been the hardest secret for him to keep when they’d planned for her to move. Once he’d gotten his orders, Jake called Cece and told her they were Virginia-bound. It wasn’t until he was in processing into the unit that he found out they were scheduled to head to the Middle East six months later for seven months. By then, she’d already given her notice at work and packed up her apartment. He had gotten approval to fly to Austin and drive the 23 hours back to Virginia Beach with her. 

There had been so many times during that drive that he could have told her, but he didn’t. He let himself enjoy getting so much uninterrupted time together, laughing and getting to know her again. And, once they got to their new home, he wanted to let her settle in. There was plenty of time to let her know. 

But then his hours got longer as they prepared to deploy. It was his first time going into combat, and - even with all the training he’d gotten in flight school and TOPGUN - he was worried. And he couldn’t talk about it because Cece didn’t know he was leaving. So he went out with the guys to the bar and spoke to some older pilots, trying to get advice from them about flying in a warzone. At home, he tried to avoid talking about the wedding. Cece wanted to plan it so badly, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he wouldn’t be there to do everything a groom was supposed to do. 

Four months. Jake had to let her know, but as the days ticked by, he found it harder and harder to say anything. The minute he told her, he knew she would be crushed. So he waited for the right time, but there never seemed to be one. And he watched as little by little she shut down as she struggled to find a job and a group of friends. But things only worsened after they went on a beach day with some of the other junior officers. He’d hoped that she could make friends with the other spouses and they could help her find her footing. Then she’d asked him that fucking question.

“If I said I wanted to get married today, what would you say?”

He’d known that he couldn’t marry her without telling her. That it wouldn’t be fair to her. But he didn’t want to lose her.

And in the end, that’s exactly what happened. 

Jake watched Cece follow Drew onto the small dance floor, laughing as he spun her before pulling her in close. Her hand rested on his shoulder as they swayed to Please Come Home for Christmas, his hand spanning her lower back. They were too far away for him to hear what they were saying, but he could see she was giving him that sleepy, happy smile she’d gifted him so many times. 

And then Drew looked up and said something, and Cece did as well. Jake followed their gaze and saw they were dancing under a sprig of mistletoe. Cece’s smile turned shy, and he could see her blushing. He said something, and Jake watched her nod.

Drew spun Cece again before pulling her back in, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. She dropped his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him again, his hands wrapping around her hips and tugging her closer.

Jake stood up, hitting the table and making Will’s beer slosh over the rim. Ignoring his brother’s curse, he yanked his jacket from the back of his chair and stormed toward the door. Snow pelted his face as he stomped down the street to the truck, forcing away the memory of his first kiss under the mistletoe at the Winter Formal with the woman he’d once thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. 

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𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕰. 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 • chapter three

synopsis: (y/n) and the pole Assassins get their big break, performing at one of the country’s largest music festivals. It’s there that one of the reunites with a fling and (y/n) and Eren’s paths cross yet again. The two share a similar moment as their first encounter, both happy to see one another again. However, (y/n) finds herself approached by a stranger, who offers the upcoming model and dancer a pretty lucrative offer but what does this mean for her future and how will it affect her relationship with the rapper and her fellow dancers?

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cw: no hardcore warnings, just some flirting with (y/n) and Eren, smoking, language

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Saturday, July twentieth; the big day had finally arrived for hip hop fans, performers and Pole Assassins alike: Rolling Loud. The premier music festival where everyone from the most mainstream

the last thing you wanted was your efforts and talents to go to waste because some coked out college kid was heckling you or your girls. But he assured you that there was a reason he wanted you all in specific. A couple years ago when his debut album was released, he did something quite possibly unheard of but a genius idea nonetheless..went to a strip club, hired dancers to perform routines to his songs and created a visualizer. Conceptual art seemed to be a dying practice in this industry so to see him not only get creative but pay homage to a culture that is oftentimes disrespected despite heavily influencing rap was very commendable.

it only sweetened the deal when he told you that your very own Brianne and Syrai were two of the ladies featured. He was so impressed that he had been itching to work with them again. So after a couple quick searches, he found them as well as you and the rest of the lovely ladies.

“Ladies, do what you do best..bring this performance to life for me. Drown out all that other shit and just dance..I want you all to be the true stars.”

was his very humble request..

so fast forward, here you all were backstage, dressed in extravagant attire and six inch stilettos..ready to go. It was exciting, exhilarating and scary all in the same. His setlist was fourth so hopefully the audience would be a little more forgiving open by then.

all you wanted was a chance to show everyone what you all were capable of and the art of pole.

as (y/n) stood before a mirror, fixing a few minor details on your hair and makeup..you’d look down at your phone and see the time. As well as a blank notification screen. It had been a few days since you last spoke to your little partner in crime. It seemed that for the most part, the rumor mill and discussions around the pictures had seemed to die down. There were still a few people who spotted you on your way in and decided to insensitively ask you about it. To which you just gave no response.

probably some latchkey reporter looking for a headline or some random trying to sell it off to TMZ. Truth was, news cycled every three to five days and at some point, people stopped caring.

and you were incredibly grateful that it had.

however, you were hoping to hear from Eren. His words had a way of sticking with you. Truthfully, you hated the idea of even waiting for someone else’s call or text. Wanting to hear from them and becoming attached in general. This man was incredibly busy, important and probably had no interest in the likes of you for anything serious. His inbox had to be slapped full of women who looked like you or even better so there was no point. Still, he had been texting you every morning and calling during the night so naturally, it felt right to want to keep that routine going.

it was Rolling Loud weekend and although he may not have been participating himself..he had a few friends performing so maybe he’d show up. You had posted to your story, more so specifically the close friends feature of the revealing outfit..hoping to catch his eye. Not only after you guys’ very interesting FaceTime did he follow you on Instagram, but he commented on some of your things.

mainly to troll the weirdos in your mentions but of his own accord as well. Saying shit like ‘fine ass’ or ‘bad af’ with an emoji or two. You knew he played too goddamn much but you couldn’t help but feel he was a little serious about this one.

Right now, the only thing you needed to focus on was doing a good—no, exceptional job out there tonight! No time for mediocrity, half assedness or distractions. Nor to worry about a man.

just then, the sounds of very familiar voices came rushing towards you and seconds later, your best friends and group mates were attacking you with a barrage of hugs.

“(Y/NNNNN)” Niesha, your right hand came roping her hands around you and Syrai followed. All of you were so excited, that it could barely be contained. Your girls had been looking forward to this opportunity for quite some time and you were happy that it was finally here! All of the hard work, late nights and devotion had paid off.

“Nie Nie! Rai! Oh my gosh, y’all…it’s really happening. How we feeling?” All of their consensus was fairly the same: grateful but scared. Truthfully, the backup dancers were a direct reflection of the artist so you didn’t want to make him look bad. As the group’s leader, even though you were terrified, you still chose to hype them up.

Standing from your seat, you’d huddle them all in a circle where you’d hold hands.

“Well I think we’re all gonna do just fine. We’ve practiced a million times. It’s like he said, block out all that other shit and just dance.” now that they could do!..and would get the chance a lot sooner than expected.

“Next up is Saint JhN..dancers, to the stage please.” An intercom rang out across the dressing area. There was a little backstage area where everyone could get ready that led directly up to the stage. That way, they could do changes without being spotted by fans,

however, a few people had caught you on the way in and wanted some pictures (as well to question you about the incident). Just when you thought it had eluded you. Nonetheless, you’d lead your crew out to take your places. Amped and ready to go, you’d all file into the respective spot and places on the pole.

“This is it, y’all…”

mumbling as you looked up, ogling the nine foot pole. Just then, all of the practice and difficult stunts you had worked to perfect came rushing back.

“Let’s do it.”

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“It sucks to be you…I wouldn’t love you..I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance!…”

the crowd shouted the last line in unison, back at the artist before the instrumental played him off. This was the final and third song on the set list of the renowned rapper. Every song being met with that of a standing ovation. More so specifically for the dancers performing along to it. As the final note played out, (y/n) done a kick pinwheel as you glided down.

“Y’all give it up for the lovely Pole Assassins! Ladies, thank you!”

and that they did! The crowd was going crazy. People were screaming for you guys and giving you your flowers. It went so much better than you expected and they were so receptive. Truthfully, they couldn’t help it when you guys were doing Cirque Du Soleil type tricks; full legged splits, twists and spins from the top even flying to each others poles mid beat drop! It was an experience that had to see first hand to believe. One that wasn’t possible without your group. After it finished, the camera panned off to give ample time for a switch out and you all came down to get backstage.

As you did so, the nerves and realization that it actually happened, began to set in. The adrenaline rush was still running rampant and you all wanted to ride that cloud forever.

“Oh my gosh! That was so much fun..on my mama, I ain’t never done nothing like that.” The ladies were bantering amongst themselves as you all made it back to the dressing room area. Your artist thanked you graciously and you all gave him a gigantic hug for this opportunity.

it was as you were all standing around, huddled up in a circle..scrolling your phones and checking the reviews, that a voice rang out behind you.

“Wonderful job out there, ladies. That was very impressive..”

it wasn’t one that you were familiar with personally but the rest of your troupe would recognize it anywhere and immediately started acting all fangirl-ish. Of course, that meant nothing with these four. They got excited over everyone when you could give a fuck less. However, it seemed that this dude was a pretty big deal..and pretty damn cute too!

Armin Artlert, famous producer also known as Armin Hammer. He was a singer for a little while who did more pop tracks but he had made quite the name for himself in the hip hop world. His true talent lies in making beats and he DJ’ed as well. What he was more so known for were his extravagant parties and playboy lifestyle. Some even call him the modern day Hefner sometimes. However, there seemed to be one young lady as of late who was capturing his attention far more than others….

“I’m hosting a little get together tonight, if you ladies would like to come. Which I hope you will.” Speaking to all of you but his little blue eyes were fixated on your best friend Niesha the entire time. You were no stranger to the fact that your homegirl was stunningly beautiful for one but two, that she attracted all types of guys in this industry, some of whom were no good for her but she was all about having fun and exploring options. That’s why you were so protective and guarded for not only yourself but all of them.

they were all on board, but you on the other hand were a little hesitant. If his reputation stood correct and preceded him, then she had no business with his ass in the first place! Regardless, you weren’t going to be able to tell her shit, especially if he was the one showing interest.

“Yeah, we’ll be ther—“

“I’ll think about it. Y’all go ahead without me. I’ll probably be there a little later.”

(Y/N) expressed, which threw him off because no one had tiptoed around one of his invitations but Niesha knew exactly how to get you hooked in. She knew you didn’t do parties unless pay was involved. Entertaining these niggas for free sounded like a nightmare..you couldn’t think of anything worse. “Well you girls just let me know what time you’ll be there and I’ll have my car come get you. See you later.” But before he left, he’d shoot you a glance as well. One that seemed friendly but as if there were something else behind it.

and in a weird, united voice, they’d all bid him adieu for the time being. You on the other hand were trying to get your stuff gathered and get the hell back to your hotel room. It was getting late, your job was done and you were starving. The last thing you wanted was to sit up and play in these men’s faces.

“Girl, do you know who that is?”

“Am I supposed to?”

Brianne would just roll her eyes and Kellie did the same, laughing at you. They knew you better than anyone that you were so anti-industry that even if you did, you’d only play coy. “Nah, when I say this man’s parties go crazy..you’d have to see it to believe it. And he doesn’t just invite anyone so I don’t know how you got in.” Syrai questioned as she packed up her belongings.

Niesha, who was quite proud of herself and the fact that she had been talking with the producer for some time on a personal basis. Which didn’t hold much merit considering his reputation..

“Well, he had asked me last weekend but I told him I’d see..probably why he came all the way down here because I didn’t text his ass back.”

Still, you could tell she was happy and if she liked it, you loved it. “Well I’m sure y’all will have a good time. Me? I’m done for the night. It’s already late.” They too had to head back to change and freshen up just to head out again.

but they knew exactly what..or who rather, would get you interested. “…maybe EJ will be there. You know that’s his best friend. They real tight.” Just then, your head would whip around in a tailspin. Not because it made you excited but you knew what they were alluding to.

“And? What that got to do with me?” questioning with your arms folded across your chest in an offended manner. They knew the whole photo situation was fresh on your mind and so was he. You were constantly checking your phone and very blatantly smiling when he texted. Granted, it was probably because he said something stupid but still! No one ever got you giddy like that and vice versa. Regardless, you weren’t going out this time of night for anyone. Besides, you could probably deduce that he wouldn’t show up either. After that gig was done, he couldn’t wait to get his ass up out of there and he expressed constantly how much he detested parties. “Alright, well we won’t force you. But, I think we deserve to celebrate after that.”

by this time, all of them had finished gathering their things and it was time to head out to the hotel. The car shuttling you all back to the resort had just arrived and it was time to go. But before you did, you’d huddle the energetic group together to commemorate the moment. Tilting your phone to the side for a picture with you all. Seeing those smiles, you figured that Kellie was right..maybe a little celebration was in order.

however, something quite unexpected would capture your attention and keep you glued right there. Leaning against the vanity, (y/n) clicked your tongue in our cheek and gave a slighted smirk..

“Hey…uh, y’all go back to the room without me.”

“You sure? We don’t want to leave you..at least make sure you’re good.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll get an Uber back. Love you guys, have fun at your party!”

with that, Brianne and the others bid you adieu and parted ways, leaving you there by yourself. But something told you that you wouldn’t be alone for long…near your mirror was a small slip of paper tucked underneath. Everyone else had all but ignored it except you..

once you guys vacated this room, another occupant would be coming to fill it. A name not previously mentioned on the docket because they were a surprise guest and one you knew all too well at this point.

EJ The Don, aka Eren Jaeger. He was the surprise headliner for tonight and everyone was probably going to lose their minds. You were excited yourself but that excitement would quickly turn to panic when you heard a barrage of footsteps headed in your direction. “Oh shit! This cannot be happening.”

They were there a lot sooner than imagined. To avoid being seen, you take off into the side changing room and hide there. No way you were experiencing this cliche ass moment..but you had to get out of sight. next thing you knew, the voices grew much louder and the knob clicked before twisting and opening. Suddenly, the sound of scraping slides and a laughing voice. “Aight man, bet. See you later.”

you’d recognize it anywhere now..that was Eren and he had just entered the room! Trying your hardest to keep quiet, you’d hear him moving around, getting into his seat and trying to get acquainted. You had to find a way to sneak out. Maybe when he turned his back or something stole his attention for a minute. Currently, he was looking over something and peering down at his phone. You’d notice his hand over his mouth, with his eyes intensely focused on the screen..suddenly, a bunch of loud noises began to erupt from the tiny speakers.

the very same song you had been dancing for not too long ago. In fact, that sounded like the video your assistant had posted, as you had her filming from the sidelines!..Was the great EJ actually watching your performance? Peering from behind the curtain, you’d catch a glimpse of him smirking and seemingly impressed by what he was looking at. This was by far the worst case of the waiting game ever.

having to be completely in stealth as to not get caught was torture. Not to mention the fact that it would not be a good look for you to get spotted creeping around in his dressing room, half nude and hiding. There’s no way you’d beat the allegations after that!

but at the drop of a dime, his entire expression changed when he looked on the countertop and picked up a tube of something, which happened to be your lipgloss! This was bad. He was completely baffled by it. “What the fuck?…” whispering to himself. “..couldn’t even clean this shit before I got here..” however, that streak of bad luck only was about to get worse when he started tapping away at his phone again, smirking once more..just as it seemed he was about to leave, that’s when it happened..

Ding!

the notification bell from your phone began sounding off! You tried your hardest to silence that damn thing yet it was too late. He had just commented on your post and didn’t know you were only twenty feet away. Whipping his head around, Eren furrowed his brow and looked in your direction unknowingly..

“What was that?..”

he was looking around, trying to pinpoint the source of that noise. You just knew he’d spot you and that there’d be no way to explain this. Luckily his interest didn’t last long and he turned the other direction. you’d try your hardest to cower yourself further into the corner and just when you thought that you were in the clear..

“Oh!”

Your stupid ass phone just had to fall! When you leaned forward in a very piss poor attempt to retrieve it, your head poked out from behind the black curtain and you inevitably fell over!..which blew your cover before you knew it. Although, there was no need in trying to make up an excuse now.

“Hey! Who the—“

planted on your hands and knees, (y/n) lifted your head up and spotted Eren towering over you. His six foot four frame glaring down and eventually bending to help you. “(Y/N)?!” this was so incredibly awkward and irritating. How could you even explain yourself?! “..hey. I—uh. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here.” “I could say the same thing..they told me you had left already. Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything..just didn’t expect this.”

admitting as he helped you to your feet with an extended palm. The first thing to capture your attention was his normally tied hair was hanging all around his. He was wearing a white wifebeater, his signature chain and black pants..looking very handsome as always! You on the other hand had your hair and makeup all styled; glitter and jewels on that pretty face, spandex shorts and tube top that most certainly..amplified your features. Which defintely captured his attention.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you what happened.” “Nah, I’m all ears. Go ahead.”

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“Are you for real right now? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“No, I’m serious. And stop laughing at me!”

the second you offered up your explanation, EJ went doubling over in laughter..not believing anything he had just heard. You told him how this Armin guy came and invited them all to his party, how your homegirl had been talking to him and he sent a car to pick them all up..even told him how they said Armin was his best friend. You went on to express how they said both of you should loosen up and come but it wasn’t going to happen. Currently, you two were sitting on the couch, his feet kicked up with his arm around the back as you conversed. Which felt completely comfortable for some reason.

“I’m sorry, it's just crazy because we are too much alike. Well they are right about something..that dumb ass is my best friend. And yes, I’d rather scratch my own eyes out than to be at one of his little weird ass orgies.”

truthfully, this was more of his vibe; getting high and having a good talk with a beautiful woman. The fact that he had you smiling and giggling was a huge plus.

“Tell your homegirl to run while she can. He ain't gone do shit but have her looking stupid.”

you appreciated his concern but there was no need to worry. Just as you two were equally yoked, Niesha seemed to be two peas in a pod with this man. That bitch was notorious for breaking hearts.

“Oh trust me, she’ll be fine. If anything, I’m worried about him. She’s no saint herself.”

“Then it sounds like we’re tripping over nothing…”

leaning up to tap his blunt into the ashtray. When he did, your eyes locked again and you were getting that same feeling you did the first time..his height towering over you by a good bit and it was so attractive. It definitely didn't help when he brushed your shoulders.

“As for you, pretty lady..since you skipped out on the Dollar Tree Playboy Mansion, what are you doing tonight?”

it honestly wasn’t a question you wanted to answer, considering the embarrassing fact that it was nothing. During Rolling Loud weekend nonetheless..most people would be out until the early morning hours and you were going to be laid up watching Netflix or something.

“I hadn’t really planned anything honestly. Was just gonna head back to my room..”

anyone else would’ve claimed that as pretty pathetic but seeing as how he had similar plans when he was finished, he couldn’t judge. If anything, he’d be gaming or staring at your videos..which he chose to omit out of fear of sounding creepy! Eren then shifted in his seat and glared at you, brushing past your cheek.

“Well since us two losers don’t have any plans, why don’t we kick it for a lil’ bit? I won’t keep you long since you’re probably tired but if you’re free tomorrow, I’d love it if we could hang out. Only if you want to though..no pressure.” his little cheeks blushing red like a schoolboy. It was adorable and you wanted to tease him so bad but he’d probably rescind his offer right there. Besides, it sounded perfect!

“I mean, shit. To let everyone tell it, we’re going out anyway. What type of fake PR boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take my made up girlfriend out on a date?”

“A pretty bad one.”

there was that sarcasm you loved! (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh, shaking your head as he rose to his feet.

“If you couldn’t tell already, I’m the guest headliner for tonight. They wanted it to be a surprise so they told everybody to keep their mouths shut but I don’t plan on staying for any of the bullshit so if you’re down, we can go do something.”

that sounded like a plan to you! You were thrilled to be seeing him again so soon and figured at this point, if people wanted to talk, let them.

“Yeah,of course. Thank you.” Humbly accepting his offer. Just then, the sound of his phone dinging went off and he’d look down for a moment.

“Well that looks like my cue. You’re more than welcome to stay and finish changing, I don’t mind. Hope you’ll come watch me though..” sounding as if he truly cared of what you thought and wanted you around. Everytime you were around him, it disproved the public’s opinion that he was mean and cold. Or maybe you were just special and didn’t know it yet.

“My favorite artist and fake boyfriend performing? I wouldn’t miss it for anything..”

“Now that’s all the motivation I need.”

by that time, the two of you were face to face..only inches apart with smirks on your lips. What you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now but it was far too soon. Still, you had never had that amount of attraction to someone. Dated your ex for three years and didn’t feel nearly as much as you did now! You were so fixated on him that you didn’t notice how close your bodies were and it wasn’t until he broke the awkward tension that you guys parted and he’d head for the door.

“Well I should go..see you in a lil’ bit.”

“Yeah, see you..”

but before he left for good, he’d turn over his shoulder and utter something. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you..you did amazing tonight. That was literally incredible. You all did..proud of you, (y/n).”

your heart fluttered and began thumping a million miles a minute…hearing that from someone so accomplished was the icing on this cake. You’d thank him once more and with that, he’d leave you alone.

the tears of joy that had been swelling all night, waiting until you were alone, finally fell and you said a little prayer to yourself, thanking the heavens that it all went so smoothly.

knowing his set would begin soon, (y/n) made haste in getting into more appropriate attire and far cuter as well. A crushed velvet pink jumpsuit with a cropped jacket and low rising pants that showed off your belly button ring and backside.

but it was as you were preparing to exit the dressing room and make your way out, you would be greeted by an unfamiliar face and voice..presenting you with an opportunity like never before.

“Hi, (y/n) (l/n), right?”

the man stood adjacent to the doorway, making his way up to you with the faint step of his dress shoes. A very well dressed and dapper individual with a combed over blonde tuft and a twenty thousand dollar watch on his wrist..whoever this was important but you had no earthly idea what his business was with you. Remaining defensive and stoic, (y/n) clung to the door in the event you’d have to run back in. But he meant no ill will, instead wanted to present you with an opportunity..

“Yes, and you are?”

“Forgive me..I’m Erwin Smith, Executive Director at AMG. I’m sure you’re familiar with them so I’ll cut to the chase…I’ve got a business proposal for you. What do you say we talk turkey?”

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[ficsinhistory]

Continuing the series Miles and Gwen plague my thoughts, Morales-Stacy family version 😃

I personally like the original idea of the Earth-8 comic but I'll improve it with my touch.

First, I love that Miles and Gwen share last names. It's important both because it shows that Miles and Gwen are still their individual people, but they also love sharing each other's lives and that hyphenating shows that.

Their eldest daughter is not called Charlotte, but Elena. Elena Rio Morales-Stacy. In honor of her two grandmothers, since Elena is the Latin spelling of Helen, and Rio is kind of obvious, in addition to being a name that means light, which it would be for Miles and Gwen.

As for Max, his name is Aaron George Jefferson Morales-Stacy. Because there was no way Miles would stop honoring the most important men in his life, and Gwen would do it for her father too. Not to mention that the meaning of strong would be very appropriate.

Elena is 4 years older than Aaron and they would both have a good relationship with each other, despite normal sibling tensions. You know, sharing things, telling on each other, fighting on the roof of the house and breaking a chandelier once…

They would easily be the most beautiful children you would ever see in your life, I mean… have you looked at Miles and Gwen? The genes these kids inherited are insane! Beauty runs in the family blood.

I like to think that they are both a perfect balance of Miles and Gwen, and that Elena inherited Gwen's eyes while Aaron inherited Miles's. They would have curly hair and their skin tone would be more similar to Rio's.

To Rio's pride, btw, the two are bilingual, in addition to being well involved in the cultures of both parents. When Gwen became pregnant for the first time, she and Miles had a serious conversation about how they would raise their children, so both Elena and Aaron were raised in a Spanish-only household until they went to school. As Gwen at this point already spoke fluent Spanish, it wasn't a problem. Rio and Jeff also greatly influenced Elena and Aaron's early years of creation. You need to be proud of your roots after all!

Elena and Aaron, like their parents, would have a spider bond with each other, this being fraternal rather than the parents' obviously romantic one. Which would make them both very protective of each other, always letting them know that one is in danger. However, being her mother's daughter, Elena is the more protective of the two.

And this happens because Elena has a ridiculously refined and sensitive spider sense, something that Gwen suspects comes from herself, since from the films, it seems that Gwen has a spider sense beyond the ordinary and Elena would inherit it.

Aaron loves dancing. He especially likes breakdance and hip-hop, although he also knows salsa and ballet, being a popular dancer in the neighborhood where the family lives. Sometimes he participates in school competitions and the whole family enjoys watching. The Morales-Stacys are the best hypemans you will ever meet.

Elena is an excellent singer and is part of a band! Gwen and the Mary Janes sometimes like to go to rehearsals, and when they do a show, the whole family goes to watch. Elena also likes to sing in karaoke and at home.

Unlike Miles and Gwen, and just like Mayday, Elena and Aaron were born with spider powers. Therefore, Peter helped and continues to help a lot in their creation, having his own share of experience. He's Uncle Pete to them.

Elena and Aaron have a lot of uncles and aunts in general. Hobbie teaches them the importance of thinking for oneself and questioning absolutism (something both Miles and Gwen are grateful for), Pavitr brings sweets, practices dancing with Aaron, and the two of them plus Elena plan to break into the British museum. Gayatri also visits sometimes, helping Elena with her stage presence, as she is a model after all.

Noir and Ham always tell stories about their dimensions and this entertains the brothers a lot. Margo and Peni visit a lot too, as they and Gwen have game nights every Wednesday, as well as teaching lots of technological tricks.

Miles G. is a funny case in itself. Since I think he and Miles are going to become like brothers in Beyond, he definitely wanted to be present in the lives of his honorary nephews, and as soon as both Elena and Aaron were a year old, he started visiting them… and both of them cases, kids think he is their father and then confused because "daddy has a twin now?" when the two are together.

Well, that's what came to my mind. Thank you and good morning!

#gwen stacy #miles morales #gwiles #ghostflower #spiderverse

[safety-pin-punk]

Damn its like people aren’t allowed to have an opinion on this site.

So instead of relenting, I will repeat myself. I did not misread the post. I understand the post was saying that being punk requires both enjoying punk music and being inherently leftist. I get that. Really I do. I just. Do not agree with it. Sue me.

Punk is SO much more than just a music genre. (Though yes I am FULLY AWARE that it is a music based culture. And it started because of the music. And etc etc etc.) i’ve actually written an entire post on EVERYTHING ELSE INVOLVED IN PUNK CULTURE BESIDES THE FUCKING MUSIC (you can find it here)

I simply, in the year 2023. Do not understand WHY you would so heavily enforce the idea that someone HAS to like punk music to be a punk. If there are two people who are dressed alternatively, and engaged in leftist actions, it doesnt matter which of them likes punk music. To the outside world, both of them are troublesome punks. Hell punk used to just be a word used to refer to gay people. I hate the idea that there is this defined line between who qualifies as punk and who doesnt. Its a word with a definition. Words and definitions change and evolve over time. Get over it.

And even going back to just punk music. What even is punk music? How do you define the genre?? You dont! Because its SO diverse!!!!!! The only common thread is that the lyrics have leftist values! And if you want to go that route, a lot of hip hop artists or old country songs are actually SUPER leftist!! But you wouldnt call them punk. Is it the distorted sound? Well distortion goes all the way back to rock music in the 60s!! (And honestly probably further). The use of the word punk to describe music doesnt even start with punk music in the 60s/70s! IT GOES ALL THE WAY BACK TO 1899

Sure we can all look at the Sex Pistols and agree that is punk music by a classic punk band. But what about Green Day? Or is that just alt rock? Or Rage Against the Machine? Are they too metal despite their obvious punk influences? Do you see what I mean??? Its all alternative. To anyone outside of these subcultures they dont care. It just. Gets WAY too gatekeepy for me with these kinds of stupid arguments. Just let people listen to whatever the fuck they want. I’d rather call someone listening to pop music but hates cops with a burning passion and is willing to do something about it a punk than someone more concerned about peoples music tastes than actual fucking problems in the world.

And you dont have to agree with me. Thats fine. You are entitled to your opinion as well. But next time, instead of assuming I’m stupid and being a prick about it, how about you just unfollow. Cause you can do that. Hell if I really annoy you, theres even a button to block me!

#rant #okay yeah I popped off a little too much its just really fuckinh annoying when people assume I cant read #no #ive just formed my own opinion on the topic

[hiphopandanimerebuild]

Rest In Paradise

🕊️

Dear Dave,

You were the heart of our group. You brought so much creativity, energy, and passion to our music, and your influence will be felt for years to come.

Your passing is a great loss not only to us, but also to the entire hip-hop community. You were a true artist who used music to inspire and uplift others, and you will be deeply missed by all who knew you.

This is heavy on our hearts and minds but we are smiling and even laughing at all the great times we shared with you. As we attempt to navigate this world without you, we stand grateful and proud of all you accomplished on this earth.

We would like to say thank you Dave for being a big brother. Thank you for being a friend. Thank you for the wise words placed in your verses. Thank you for the music you produced that is loved by so many. Thank you for never wanting to compromise the quality of our brand. Thank you for helping us become a group that will remain etched in the timeline of hip hop culture as well as the fabric of music and for now on when we perform “Ring Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey” we will say “2-2-2-2-222 we got an angel in heaven who can talk to you”

Love you Dave!

Sincerely,

Merce (Pos)

#trugoy #the dove #de la soul #rip #hiphop

[daily-hanamura]

I was wondering if you had any analyses on yosuke's dances in P4D, especially his partner dances wrt his character/personality... or even just generally what you thought of his moves. I think atlus/p-studio enjoy putting more than meets the eye into the choreography for the dances, but i wondered what the account that does really good yosuke analyses thinks. >:) Cheers

Oh wow you're very kind!! but this is also a very high level ask as I am not at all a dance expert and I'm still working my way through all of the dances, but I will do my best! o7

Long post incoming!

I remember reading an interview which said that Yosuke's dance style is very much inspired by male idols with a hip-hop flair, and I can definitely see it in his dance? iirc there was a pretty strong influence of hip-hop in jpop of that era - I'm thinking about Johnny's entertainment boybands which I think pretty much dominated the jpop male idol scene around 2010 - just look at Arashi's Monster dance routine, which imo is a super quintessential dance of that time. Like Jun's breakdance around 0:45, but also more generally, the sort of precise, rapid-pace footwork and moves that is also very evident in both Backside of the TV and Your Affection. I think it really suits him for a few reasons

Yosuke generally has the highest agility stat and tends to be the fastest char (for me at least? but i've also seen enough fics that reference how quick he moves), so it makes sense that this sort of high-pace dance suits him. Obviously Yosuke has a very good sense of beat listening to music all the time in combat and moving with it, so despite his real world clumsiness, he's well equipped to take on the kind of rigorous idol dance style that's typically very demanding to learn and perfect.

At the same time, it also matches his narrative - Yosuke in canon is very familiar with idol culture, both with Risette and Kanamin Kitchen, so it's not too surprising? But what I thought was kind of interesting was that there aren't really any references to male idol groups in world, and even his bedroom in p4au only shows female idol posters and some mainstream American albums. However, in the interview scene at the end of p4d, he mentions to Yukiko that he's tried to copy moves from stuff he's seen. But his dance style is more similar to boy idol bands - with the hip hop influence especially - as opposed to being similar to female idol bands - which tend to be preppier in dance style (see AKB48 for example). (Or just compare Rise's dance with Yosuke's.) So idk if this is a random oversight on Atlus/P-Studio's part, or if Yosuke is a closet male idol enjoyer (which would be very funny but also on brand for him, especially if he's still in the closet).

The other thing about idol music and group idol dance styles more generally is how much emphasis there is on harmony. If you look at the Arashi video again, there's kind of the expectation that all members are dancing in sync with each other. The thing about that sort of group dance is that you don't really have "leads" and "backup" dances, because no one member is really supposed to stand out or take centre stage since they're all equals. And I think that's a fun thing to think about because, you know, Yosuke Rank 10. But it's also in his partner dances with the others - I feel like Yosuke tends to harmonise with the others and their dance styles the most, maybe he's second to Yu? But Yosuke tends to match his dancing to the style of the other person when he joins them in Fever, like in Naoto's or Chie's (caveat, maybe I'm just Yosuke-biased LMAO). I think there's a lot to say about it because on the one hand, his captain ressentiment attitude means he sees his friends as better but he also wants to catch up to them and be their equals! but also, on the other hand, Yosuke doesn't want to stand out? And him keeping his head down is very much in character for him throughout most of the game, so :')

(but also souyo lens time his partner dances with yu is SO GOOD they mirror one another so well and it makes me so weak)

I think my final point is on how idol dancing is kind of on brand for him as well? Yosuke is kind of a vain person - he likes fashionable clothes! He likes to look cool! (and we love him for it!!) - and I think one thing that kind of marks idol dancing compared to, idk, interpretive dancing as an extreme example, is how idol dances tend to emphasize... looking good? The whole point of idols is to sell them on their aesthetics, after all, and good looks are kind of a minimum criteria to being in an idol group. The dances are choreographed to maximise the dancer's appeal, so it's all smooth moves that present them in the best light.

Those are my extremely long thoughts!! but yeah tldr I think his dance style really suits him on every level I can't imagine anything better for him ngl. Anyone with more expert knowledge feel free to pitch in though

#asks #sillyjazzy69420 #thank you for this ask this was actually super fun to think about!! even if i'm not sure i've done a good job haha #“chai everyone dances well together in their partner dance” “chai your yosuke bias is showing” I'M DOING MY BEST #also is it just me or does anyone else also think yosuke is one of the best dancers in the group apart from rise? #i mean yosuke and naoto are my fav. i love yu but he dances like it's 80s disco so unfortunately he's in second #“chai did you have a secret idol watching era?” i neither confirm nor deny

[kemetic-dreams]

The roots of rapping are found in African American music and bear similarities to traditional African music, particularly that of the griots of West African culture. The African American traditions of signifyin', the dozens, and jazz poetry all influence hip hop music, as well as the call and response patterns of African and African American religious ceremonies.

#african #african american #jazz #jazz poetry #afrakan #kemetic dreams #africans #brownskin #brown skin #afrakans #african culture #afrakan spirituality #a tribe called quest #hip hop #hip hop music #rapper #rap #rap music #rnb #new music #african music #world music #music review #youtube #spotify #music #call and response #the dozens #west african culture #lupe fiasco

[ardourie]

Sorry if this question is dumb but what is the difference between hiphop and rap?

hip hop is the culture and global influence of black often urban culture including Dj-ing, graffiti art, types of dance, black urban fashion etc, rap is always hip hop but hip hop is not just rap, hip hop is more of a lifestyle and belief / focus on black culture in america and rap is just an element of it, the spoken word of said culture

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