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[moody4world]

In my business pt3

part2

y/n

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y/n TBT TO MY FNF FREESTYLE 😏 @glorillapimp

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glorillapimp 4m

Let’s gooooooo

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luvvr1a 4m

@glorillapimp y’all are fiireeee❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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shari_n_444 10m

🔥🔥🔥🔥

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diorjada 6m

im like 80% of them views 😭 this is so harddd

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everybodyhates_tasha 5m

My toddler started bopping as soon as this video played💀 that’s definitely my child cause this is too damn good

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sarahlopezs 4m

@everybodyhates_tasha imagine having a toddler while its hot girl summer

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everybodyhates_tasha 3m

@sarahlopezs Girl dont do me like that

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justlikeamarah 7m

Now y/n i love you but why you lying??? we know you not S I N G L E NO MORE😭

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sedanyprince 4m

@justlikeamarah CALL HER ASS OUT!!!

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moodymagazine

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moodymagazine Oh moodies! Last year the Louisville rapper #JackHarlow was seen rapping to #y/n FNF freestyle at the club. Do we think this might have been the start of their rumored romance or is it pure coincidence? Let us know in the comments below! ⬇️ Click the link in our bio or head to our tiktok for the full video.

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sneakyshae 3m

man these two never explain shit so we’re gonna be guessing forever unless they post each other

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liloneder 2m

@sneakyshea You are so right thoooo i hate that about them🙄

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jonah.jay 1m

@liloneder yo aint no way your momma named you oneder💀

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biglolaa 1m

Yeah but even if they post eachother its gotta be a serious post because them mfs don’t take shit seriously. Always trolling so theyd be perfect together now that i think about it🤔

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cyabiah 6m

now why tf did urban like this post😭😭😭 its a signnnn

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y/narchive

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y/narchive Y'all, call me crazy but i might as well change my user to y/nandjackarchive cause these fits look pretty similar to me 👀👀👀 AND at the same party... yeah they gotta be together. As long as our girl is happy i have no complaints though i hope there's flicks of them together at that party🤭

#y/n

y/ncloset 10m

omg this is definitely a hinttt, she has been very happy and like relaxed lately so i hope he has something to do with it🥹

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lennymoris 3m

@y/ncloset RIGHT?! i noticed that tooo

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yungkelly 8m

Omg her and central cee are actually over now that makes me so sad cause i ship them BAD but girl got good taste cause jack fine as hell🤤

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nairobi 12m

WHAT ???? JACKMAN DONT PLAY WITH ME😤

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taylorthesaylorr 10m

@nairobi NO CAUSE WHAT DOES HE MEAN???? AND THE NO CAPTION TOO

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urbanwyatt 7m

and the crowd goes wildski🤪

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jharlowupdates 6m

Urban tell us the teaaaa

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psycholiah 5m

She liked the post nooooooo

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stacey2dash 3m

@psycholiah i just fell to my knees in walmart

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tray_. 1m

Just saw somebody fall to their knees in walmart

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bbgrlashly 9m

i recognize that booty anywhere and this is y/n without a doubt man 😩💔im heartbroken rn nobody hit me up

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zaydadon 7m

@bbgrlashly HAHAHA ASH you so dramatic stop it😭

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bbgrlashly 7m

THE WHITE MAN STOLE MY GIRL ZAY😤

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missionaryjharlow 4m

not you in your stepdad era now 🤭🫣

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m3rcedez 2m

@missionaryjharlow i wonder if he even met them yet and i really wanna know how thats going for him cause her kids dont play abt their dad💀💀

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[brights-place]

Trollex X Rapper! S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff

A/N: Okay my first ever thought today to get me distracted was listening to music so I just shuffled some songs form one of my playlists and a rap song was playing while I was writing and I was like ‘Oh shit I gotta write this!’ Now here we are!

- Trollex with a Rapper! S/O YIPPEEE it was so fun to write this

- When you first met Trollex asked you all about your genre listening to how you explained everything and told him that a rapper is a musical poet technically your job was blending rhythm and rhyme to express stories, emotions, and ideas. They craft lyrics, hone their flow, and perform with energy that captivates audiences. Rappers often reflect on personal experiences or societal issues, becoming voices for their communities like what you did

- He couldn’t stop being interested in you after that and get pulled in more when you rapped into the microphone to show him an example with an random beat he gave

- He can’t help but raise a brow at you sometimes when you rock up to the studio and wait for creativity to strike, usually spending all night to work on your music he gets worried sometimes and tells you to relax and have some fun with him at the Techno reef Parties

- He would definitely make beats for your song and let you freestyle your way with the music he had given you.

- He love sit when you rap especially when you insult someone in an rap battle he finds it funny to see your smirk or smile

- He loves when you write and perform some of your rap songs or hip-hop music.

- He hates how your genre was criticised though sometimes… scratch that he hates when anybody discriminates and insults someone’s genre or music (it’s technically their race in Trolls)

- He loves you with all his heart but can’t help but notice how you and Prince D would vibe to hip hop together and rap he’s jealous of your bond since your technically in the same music genre even if your appearance was different your genre was the same

- Trollex though loves when you share your earbuds/headphones with him to show him some New rap songs or hip hop music you enjoy fucking falls in love with you all over again

- He had tried rapping once since you begged him to do it he was good like REALLY GOOD

- That mother fucker was good at it… not as good as Bruce though that man could go off (Bruce is VA is the guy who played my favourite character in Hamilton Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. NEHGEHE)

- He glows and has an bigger smile when you praise him as he quickly tackles you into an hug and snuggle into you which leads up to you holding him close to your chest and rubbing his back as he sleeps on your peacefully

- Trollex can’t help but admire how you hold your mic and go off at anybody or just have fun with it

- He loves how you send out messages through your rap speaking up and talking about issues and your own experiences while on stage.

- You know how I said he makes your beats? Well you also come by to his place and surprise him with an rap you wrote out of boredom without realising and asked if he could help make an beat for it

- he did and it was sold so fast 😭

- Trollex loves when you sing normally though even if you rap all the time he loves when you just sing in an slow pace and wants to dance with you slowly even if both of you were used to the loud techno and hip hop music

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[hanlimz]

lol i wrote this at 2am bc i love jungwon sm and i needed to word vomit so i can focus on this stupid essay i have to write 💔 be gentle w this bc it’s not that good haha !! pls enjoy ❤️

the incessant ringing of your phone is a cacophony of sound pressed against your ear as you wait with bated breath. it’s been a week since jungwon was last able to call, a week since you were able to hear his voice; and, it’s been even longer since you’ve been able to touch him (in any capacity). your palms are itching for the opportunity to cup his face, and your lips are yearning to pepper gentle kisses over the apples of his rounded cheeks.

so, you picked up your phone and clicked on his silly contact photo. while you wait, you count the ceiling tiles. you see how long you can go without blinking. you lose track of time, and you eventually try to freestyle over the stock ringtone. just as you rhyme sublime with you’re mine, the noise stops and jungwon begins to laugh. why he always manages catches you at your worst—you will never know.

“i hope that rap was about me,” he snorts airily, amusement having stolen his breath away. you can almost see his pretty face through the phone; the way the corners of his lips quirk up, his dimple deepening, the gentle reshaping of his eyes as they wane into two, umber crescents. laughter is so transformative, and you’re glad you can see it (even if only in your mind). “oh, [y/n], also—i just posted some selcas on we—” the phone cuts out, and the momentary silence slices at your heart.

“won? you still there?” you ask, tentatively, “i promise the rap was about you. cross my heart, hope to die.”

jungwon’s pseudo-presence floods your chest once more as he chuckles. “that’s good to know, babe—but, no dying on my watch, ‘kay?”

“bold of you to say when you’ve left me here,” you scoff.

“to die?” he inquires, another bout of giggles hiding behind his words.

“to die,” you answer, dramatically. “to wither, to waste away with no boyfriend to sing me to sleep and kiss me when i’m sad.”

the line goes quiet for a few seconds, and it’s almost a comfortable silence. something lurks behind this pregnant pause, however, and you can’t help but feel stifled by the heavy weight building in your stomach. jungwon is overthinking—the feeling is palpable. he’s chewing on his bottom lip and you can almost taste his vanilla chapstick; the nail of his thumb is worn down to the quick in the same way he’s bitten at the inside of his cheek.

“jungwon, you know i’m just joking, right?” there’s a hint of regret lacing your voice, a tinge of melancholy, but it mixes with a resolute affirmation of your love for him. “i miss you, but i couldn’t be more proud of you. watching those clips of you on stage, seeing you enjoy yourself—it all makes me love you even more. you’re doing so well.”

“i know,” he sighs, sounding exceedingly dejected. “i just feel like i can’t give you what you need—like i can’t be who you deserve from this far away.”

your jaw goes slack upon hearing his confession. his words shock you to your core; strong-willed yet so fragile-hearted, why your lover is so critical of himself—you will never know. in your eyes, jungwon is nothing short of angelic; ethereal in a way only known by beings of the heavens, jungwon brightens every room he walks into and makes your day better by merely existing. he is a sanctuary of sorts—warm and inviting and gentle.

“are you insane?” the question tumbled from your mouth before your brain could formulate a better response.

he hums, inquisitively, “i don’t think so?”

“okay, not exactly how i wanted that to come out,” you concede, “but—seriously, won—you’re my everything. you never have to worry about me wanting more, because you’re already who i want. who i need. and, honestly, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” you know he’s flushed on the other side of the phone, cupping a sweater paw over his face while trying not to giggle and swing his feet like a schoolgirl. “yang jungwon, i love you very much, and i’m always so, so thankful for you … so, tell your brain to stop beating you up, or i’ll kick its slimy, little ass.”

“thank you, [y/n]. i love you, too.” he laughs for a moment, then stops himself, “wait—did you just say my brain was little?!”

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[nhularin]

FAVORITE CRIME

PAIRING theater kid! sunoo x theater kid! reader GENRE highschool AU, theater partner to friends to strangers, angst no comfort WARNINGS insecurities, this is probably the worst fic ive ever written im sorry, barely proofread WC 1.3k series masterlist

January 25th, 2008

D-29

"set, action!"

" i am afraid" you whispered loudly enough, face mirroring that of your character.

"it's i am NOT afraid, not im afraid. IN POSITION!" the obnoxious voice of Kim Gyuvin echoed through the empty theater hall

as the bright stage lights illuminated the auditorium, the air buzzed with anticipation and exhaustion. It was the third rehearsal of your schools rendition of "highschool musical," and the leads, sunoo as troy (which was a strange combination if you had to admit) and you, although a complete newbie in acting, as gabriella. it was not long till your work of art was about to take the stage.

you looked at your partner, eyes filled with guilt as you sighed "im sorry, not my day" he only laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile "its okay, gyuvin is just being an ass today because mr Kim didnt like his freestyle presentation of macbeth" sunoo shook his head " he rapped, yn, rapped the damn play out" you both giggled, finding fondness in the silly actions of your director (you honestly dont know why he was chosen"

"Hey! silence! and get into position!" the boy of your talk yelled, looking at them with his best stern face but ended up looking like a butthurt child. gyuvin pointed at sunghoon and heeseung, who both wore a bored expression on their face "rat 01 and rat 02, lighting!"

D-13

throughout the entire rehearsal process, sunno had been nothing short of a perfect scene partner. he was kind, supportive, funny and always there to lend a helping hand to your clumsy self. you couldn't help but feel , call yourself delusional, a deep connection growing between you two that went beyond the boundaries of the childish, superficial relationship of troy and gabriella.

He would leave post-it notes on your locker, filled with kind words and reminders of your talent. yoy would find them every morning, a small burst of positivity to start your day.

but it didn't stop there. the golden boy would often leave juice bottles on your desk, knowing how important it was for yoy to take care of your voice. sunoo would write silly little notes in class as well, reminding you to stay hydrated and take breaks when needed.

D-10

their rehearsals were filled with laughter and shared dreams. sunoos enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself falling foolishly deeper into the role of gabriella with each passing day. you admired his dedication and his ability to bring out the best in the team's performance.

as the days turned into weeks, you began to feel a connection with sunoo that went beyond your characters and your delusions. sparks flew, an unspoken understanding that seemed to blossom between you. your interactions became more personal, your conversations filled with warmth and vulnerability.

one evening, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, he had walked you home despite his route from school being in the opposite direction, your footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. you talked and talked, about the magic of theater and the scary future after highschool. it was in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, that you felt your heart skip a beat.

D-5

But as the premiere of the play approached, something changed. Sunoo's smiles became fewer and further between, his once cheerful demeanor replaced with a distant look in his eyes. Confused and hurt, you tried to reach out, to understand what was happening, but he began to withdraw

He would avoid eye contact, brush off your attempts at conversation, and disappear without explanation. your heart ached with every rejection, the pain of his sudden indifference growing with each passing day.

D-1

On the night of the performance, your heart sank as you noticed sunoos cold stare from across the stage. the chemistry you had worked so hard to build was replaced by an icy tension backstage. every line, every touch felt forced, lacking the authenticity you had once shared.

After the final bow, you searched for answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden change. But Sunoo continued to ignore you in the hallways, as if you were a mere stranger he had never met. The reader's heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to comprehend the pain of being cast aside so abruptly.

- D-13

days turned into weeks, and your anguish only deepened. sunoos silence was deafening, and the unanswered questions tormented you every waking moment. was it all just an act? had your connection been nothing more than an illusion?

one evening, as you sat alone in your house, your parents nowhere to be seen, contemplating the shattered remnants of what once was, you spotted a note tucked beneath your door. It was a familiar sight - a post it note, just like the ones the boy who unknowingly broke your heart used to send you. with trembling hands, you unfolded the note and read the words that lay before you: "I'm sorry."

confusion mingled with hope as your heart skipped a beat. without hesitation, you rushed outside to your front yard, determined to uncover the truth of his silence. as you rounded the corner to your treehouse, there he stood, anxiously awaiting your arrival. the look in his eyes was something you have never seen before, the cheerful boy from school now looked disheveled and broken and you could see the weight of regret pressing upon his shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," sunoo exclaimed, his voice filled with remorse and something you couldn't decipher. "I thought it would be easier this way, but I was wrong. at first, i only befriended you in sake of the play, but you kept plaguing my mind at every waking hour. so i tried to distance myself to focus on our performance."

tears welled up in your eyes as the truth washed over you. sunoos actions were not born out of cruelty, but rather out of fear and self preservation. in his attempt to protect his own heart, he unknowingly shattered yours.

with a trembling voice, you spoke up "i get that" your voice cracked "i really do, but you could've talked to me before completely ignoring my presence. you weren't the only main character in this play. and do you know what's the most important thing in theater? communication. please dont push me away, youre important to me"

in that moment, the barriers between you began to crumble. walls of misunderstanding and pain came crashing down, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. And just like the tragic love story they had once portrayed on stage, Sunoo and you found yourselves in front of each other, heart more broken than the other's

"im sorry, yn"

and he left, with your heart in his hand

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[sourbinnie]

cicuta -> ch.1 : thrill

-> genre : non!idol au | angst | smut | fluff | all of it one bowl -> pair : ot8!skz x fem!reader -> warnings : swearing ; smoking ; i am so bad at rhyming -> plot : so how did you end up surrounded by the biggest rappers from the underground seoul scene? your brother was making it big (even if your parents didn't believe that was a real job) and you decided to join him at one of the finals to see him. let's say that's where it all went downhill… -> appeareances from other idols, stay tuned!

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as i looked around the house and saw mingi pacing back and forth, i knew something was wrong. he usually flared confidence and probably threw a witty comment at me every once in a while but it's like today it was different. he was dressed up to go out and he looked really good in his fit but since he was going round and round through the whole house, it was becoming messier.

"okay what's up?" i asked as i slowed him down and made him stop. combing his hair with my hand and fixing his jacket as he sighed without even looking at me.

"i have a competition and i really need to win. i don't even have the verses prepared in my head, scared of fucking it up and hongjoong is not even gonna be there." mingi expressed as his head was spinning around and i rolled my eyes. i knew how much freestyle meant to him and how much competitions took a toll on him every time he lost. our parents weren't particularly proud of him for choosing this path but i knew how much music meant to him and he had the skill to get big so of course i was gonna support him.

"you're already stressed and you're not even on the stage yet. it's gonna be fine, rhymes come to you naturally and you always kill it." i said as i tried to comfort him but i knew it was no use. there was something about having the support from his hyung that just brought the confidence he needed, hongjoong was always the one to support him through everything and it was odd that he wasn't gonna be there. "wooyoung is not gonna be there either?"

"who knows where the fuck he is? i haven't seen him in forever since he fought with san." he said and i just knew that if those two weren't gonna be there, mingi was gonna be a nervous wreck through the whole ride. 

"okay, give me like 10 minutes and i'll get ready." i said as i did a quick run to my room to find the perfect fit. i didn't catch the pure look of confusion in my brother's face but i could already tell that he didn't believe me by the tone of his voice.

"are you serious? you know you don't have to right?" he said and i just rolled my eyes on the other side of the door as i did my best to change clothes and do my makeup fast enough. he was always putting himself down, he already felt bad that he wasn't following the career that our parents wanted for him and i was done with not acting up.

"mingi i'm going with you, i want to support you and i ain't leaving you all alone." i said as i came out of my room, all dressed up and ready to go. he smiled and nodded as we walked out of the house, no more words needed to be said as we stepped into his car. 

i was going to drive us there and let him concentrate, make all the rhymes he needed in his head and knew he was gonna kill it in the end. whether he won or lost, that didn't matter, what mattered is that he got to present his passion on the stage and that was rapping.

the drive wasn't really long but as we got closer to where the arena laid, i just couldn't believe the size of it. the amount of fans mingi had was insane, i didn't even know the level my brother was on and i suddenly felt like a bad sister. he rolled the window down as he waved and i could hear the scream from both fanboys and fangirls, i smiled knowing this is what made him happy. 

parking the car on the vip section felt weird but if i was gonna come to more competitions, i should probably be getting used to it. as i looked around, the place couldn't be more big and my brother's smile never left his face. i knew at that moment that the anxiety was gone and that the side that i knew of mingi was kicking in. he was jumping up and down in excitement, saying hi to everyone and introducing me in the process as we got in the stadium. it was starting to fill up from what i could see from the sides in the backstage and i've never seen anything quite like this before. 

i started to walk my way towards where the screens were and close to where the exit to the stage was. kinda got caught up in the moment when i felt someone staring at me so i turned around and my eyes got lost in someone's. not just someone, i knew he was famous, i knew he made a career out of freestyle and i heard him sometimes on the radio, but i could never remember his name. it was intense the way he stared at me and got closer but i let it happen. as the lights were clearer i could make out his features better and most of all the tattoos that covered his face, his hands and arms. 

"so you're mingi's sister?" bangchan asked or at least that's what i thought his name was. can you blame me? i'm not familiar and this is my first time here. i couldn't say though that i wasn't intrigued and a bit intimidated because he had a weird aura about him (or it's probably the face tattoos).

"yeah, it's the first time i'm seeing him compete." i said as i looked around because i thought he was right behind me but i lost track of him. i sighed as he probably got distracted with the first thing he saw or the first person he came across. "i don't know much about rap competitions though but i heard my brother and he's pretty good."

"oh yeah he's incredible. he was in the same group as wooyoung and hongjoong, they killed it in the scene back in the day. wow i'm sounding old as fuck." he said as he crossed his arms and i got a peek at the different designs that were covering him. "oh i'm chan by the way, kind obvious since that's almost my stage name but yeah whatever."

"i'm (y/n), nice to meet you." i said with a smile and he smiled back, damn dimples okay. not like i had a thing for dimples and tats at all, nope. it was easy to lie to myself but i needed to pull myself together, this was my brother's friend at the end of the day. 

"already flirting with someone? you've got a girlfriend christopher." another guy said as he approached us, oh my god more tattoos kill me now. but now i knew that chan was off limits and i would stick to being good, not gonna get involved in a cheating scandal, that's not me!

"shut the fuck up! this is mingi's sister dumbass." chan said and the other dude made the most shocked expression. okay so mingi did not talk about me at all which was good and bad, good because i did not like to be mentioned around but also if i knew it was full of guys like these, i would've liked them to know my existence. then again it wouldn't have been good because i would constantly be thrown around in verses.

"oh shit, hi i'm changbin. you probably heard of me because i'm wooyoung's best friend and he's very close to mingi." he said and of fucking course, how did i not recognize him? dude is practically one of the best rappers in korea. the fact that i was standing by two people that were masters of not only this scene but of music was huge to me and the fact that they were nice just made it better. 

"hi, yeah wooyoung is at my house a lot. please come pick him up, he practically lives there." i said, rolling my eyes, which caused them to laugh and god what a beautiful sound. no, boundaries (y/n) please, stay true to yourself and don't fall for the man with tats again. 

"(y/n) what are you doing with these old men? oh wait never mind, i'm older than bin by two days." he said as he got close to you and greeted chan and changbin with a smile. "i didn't expect you two here and it seems like you met my sister." 

"well changbin obviously came by to support jeongin since you're competing with him today. i have no idea what i'm doing here man, i practically live here." chan said, lighting up a cigarette which i found kinda odd since we were backstage and not outside but i was guessing no one really cared about that shit here.

"dude is a freestyle ancient, he has to be in all competitions." changbin said, which earned him a punch in the shoulder from chan and a laugh from mingi and myself. "but yeah i gotta support my boy but i wish you the best as well."

"thank you man, really appreciate it." mingi said and looked at me, giving me a little smile which i gave him back as i hugged him. "gotta go on stage, don't drift too far away and fucking pray that i win."

"duh dumbass, that's why i came here!" i said smiling and giving him a pat on the back as he went out, all the lights focusing on him and the so-called jeongin or i.n. also there were the judges who were mostly composed from ex freestylers, rappers and previous winners. 

"let's get this show started." changbin said and chan just nodded as he looked at the screen but then he looked back. 

he gave me a wink and of fucking course i blushed. yeah this wasn't going to end well for me was it?

as i concentrated on trying to watch my brother kill on the mic, i started to notice just how natural he was. he not only had a good stage presence, he knew how to rhyme (this was shocking knowing mingi had failed literature a thousand times).

"you say you kill as an mc, you say you got your whole career ahead. i'm sorry brother, i hear no bars, no flow, sounds like you're fucking dead." mingi said and the crowd roared as i looked at it, the more people i saw. from the seats to the ones who were standing up on the field. so many cellphones, shining through and recording the fight. 

"i might sound dead but i still hear you whisper through and through. even your fucking sister is ashamed of you." jeongin said and this was probably not gonna be the first time i was gonna be mentioned in a competition so i just hid myself behind my hands in embarrassment as changbin laughed. 

"no way that's the same jeongin you raised." chan said as he shook his head in disbelief. changbin nodded as he looked at the clock on the screen, signaling that was the last verse for now. it only got harder from there as they words popped up on the screen and they had to rhyme without knowing what would come up next. 

"you brought up my sister, you brought up my family. at least she's here unlike your family, heard they thought it was a tragedy that you're sucking on some old rapper's dick." mingi said laughing and the crowd went nuts. even changbin was in shock that he was brought up in a verse. i looked around and saw chan laughing his ass off as he palmed changbin on the back. 

"i'm gonna fucking kill mingi dude." changbin said and i couldn't help but laugh too. not only was mingi older and taller, outside of his stage persona he could do no wrong. "stop laughing (y/n), this is serious matters!"

"i'm sorry!" i apologized but couldn't help but laugh again as i thought of the rhyme and changbin's expression. i'm not good at pretending at the end of the day.

"it's fine, the man just can't take it when they call him old even though he's been in the game for so long so it sure feels like it." chan said as he took a hit from another cigarette and blew the smoke outside. i hated smoking but why did this man make it look so fucking hot? it was unbearable.

i looked at the screen again and saw that the voting had begun. "(y/n) stop getting distracted by men and actually pay attention to your brother" i thought to myself and as soon as i started to watch it, the results were in. i saw the host walk down and lift up mingi's arm as jeongin clapped and everyone cheered. i smiled as i couldn't believe it and even started clapping myself from how excited i was. not only it was his first solo competition, not only his friends weren't here but he actually killed it and he deserved the victory.

✉ ✉ ✉ 

a few hours had passed since mingi's victory and to celebrate it, they held a huge party in the backstage. of course my brother was already a few drinks in and stumbling all around the place as i watched him move around. i was sitting down, i wasn't drinking because i had to drive us home and i was just checking my phone when suddenly i felt someone sit next to me.

"hey, i know you don't know me but i'm sorry for dropping you in a verse like that. you're (y/n) right?" jeongin said to me and i smiled. ok if he wasn't adorable, i don't know what he was but the energy he was giving me was just the cutest. 

"yeah and you're jeongin?" i asked to be sure since maybe i was getting his name wrong the whole time but he just nodded as he blushed. "you don't have to say sorry, i know how this battles go." 

"i usually never mess with family but changbin told me to be rougher. he says i'm too soft on the mic but that my pace is good." he said and i nodded as i listened to him. it genuinely sounded like he was struggling with his mentor but i guessed that's how most mentor-alumni relationships went. 

"i mean i don't know much about it but today you killed it. you probably feel disappointed over not winning, that doesn't mean you weren't good though." i said looking at him, his fox-like eyes were captivating as he smiled and blushed even more. he looked like a tomato between the heat and the embarrassment but it just made me want to get closer to him, i could not explain it.

"that means a lot to me, thank you." he mumbled and i just gave him a little smile as i looked around the crowded room. lots of drunk people, lots of well known musicians appeared as well and lots of making out. i could spot a figure from a mile away and that was chan, i could never miss the cross next to his eye and he was joined by a girl that i guessed was his girlfriend, the one changbin mentioned. "i'm not even sure if that's hyung's girlfriend, not gonna lie."

"oh? i heard changbin mentioned he had one and i thought it was her." i said and when i looked around again, they drifted off to a corner to make out. yeah, nasty, not my thing but to each their own i guess. 

"yeah no, that's not her but this is not shocking at all. he kinda does this all the time." jeongin said and i was living for him spilling the tea on me (okay maybe i shouldn't be but who cares). "you're not drinking?"

"i have to drive mingi home so i'm trying to be the responsible one." i said and he nodded, it felt like the air got tighter as more people were joining in. the heat was already exhausting as i took off my jacket but jeongin put it back on my shoulders again. 

"not trying to be rude, it's just some guys here are kinda creepy. if you want to, we can go outside?" he offered and i nodded as the room felt like it was closing in on me. jeongin grabbed my hand and i intertwined our fingers to not lose him in the crowd. making our way through people was hard but it brought the nice cold air of being outside and it helped me breathe again. 

the night was still young as we looked at the sky. you couldn't see a single star because of the lights but it still was as beautiful as it could be. the arena was enormous, i wondered how it felt like for my brother and for jeongin to receive the support of so many people, to hear that many folks screaming your name. it must be frightening but so exciting at the same time.

"noona? you've got lost in your thoughts." jeongin said and i looked back at him. i smiled because he was adorable like i said before and i couldn't help but love those dimples. oh god am i seriously thinking that? brain shut up for a second and stop being weird. "is everything okay?"

"yeah, i just tend to drift away sometimes. can i call you innie?" i asked and he smiled, again blushing and nodding. it just made me smile back as i looked at him and got closer, i didn't know exactly why but there was like something pulling me towards him. 

"mingi hyung will kill me." he said yet one of his hands went from his pockets all the way to my cheek as he caressed it slowly. he couldn't help but bite his lip as he looked at me up close and i needed it, i craved his lips as a rush of electricity flowing through me as he closed the gap and met me in a kiss. it wasn't tender or soft, it was full energy just like him when he was on the stage and i could feel a cold metal on his tongue, goddamn if it wasn't enough he had a fucking piercing.

i couldn't even recall what happened after that because all i could feel was jeongin's lips on mine and the thrill of kissing in an empty place but feeling like everyone was seeing us. his hands traveling to my waist and pulling me closer like i was gonna leave yet the last thing i wanted to do was escape from his embrace.

#sourbinnie #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x fem reader #skz x fem reader #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz fics #jeongin x reader

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟓: The Hyper-sexualization, Masculinization & Dehumanization of Megan Thee Stallion

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on in my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

As someone who has been an avid supporter of Megan thee Stallion since her Houston cypher went viral back in 2016, it’s nearly impossible for me for not be proud of the three time Grammy-Award winning artist she’s manifested herself to be. However, being an OG Hottie has not been the easiest task either. From her mother passing away abruptly from cancer, her having a nasty feud with her label, to her being physically assaulted by a Canadian leprechaun that shall remain nameless, it’s been a tough journey.

Being that I pride myself in being one of the few people who followed Megan back when she used to upload freestyles from her college campus, it’s beyond disheartening to witness the same people, who rooted for her as an underdog, taking every opportunity to break her down. How did we even get here? I honestly can’t provide a definite answer to that but I can pin-point to moments when things began to take an ugly turn.

Let’s start with the most obvious:

I. The hyper-sexualization of Megan’s public persona.

Contrary to popular belief, Megan shaking her tail-feather on stage and sticking her tongue out was not a recurring theme within her brand until she started to attain mainstream success. DJ Chose did an interview with AllHipHop back in January 2021 discussing how Meg was NOT a heavy drinker at all and actually prided herself on being the “best rapper without having to twerk.”

I’m not the type of person to chastise another adult for engaging in some fun and drinking booze but it’s not by mere coincidence that the frequent ‘driving the boat’ and twerk videos began surfacing almost immediately after Ms. Holly (May she rest in peace) was no longer in the picture. The focus became more about how her ass moves rather than her rapping ability. Every viral video of Megan on the Twitter & IG timelines was one revealing her backside. We get it! Megan’s natural physique, without a doubt, lives up to the name she was given at 10: THEE Stallion. However, Meg is more than a pretty face and a coke bottle shaped figure. She’s a person with feelings, emotions, interests and most importantly, talent.

The sexual exploitation came with men fawning over her and giving her open invitations to their bedrooms. While I highly doubt Meg slept with every single man she was photographed with, it didn’t stop many from speculating. Quickly, she gained the reputation of being an industry pass-around to the point she felt the need to prove she wasn’t on numerous Twitter tirades and interviews (including the infamous Sway in the Morning interview she did about ‘not adding bodies’). The irony of it all is the same male gaze she was working overtime to appeal to already decided she was not deserving respect. Not because she raps about playing niggas the same way they play her or because she twerks but simply because she is a woman thriving in a male-dominated genre.

Misogyny is a constant losing battle especially in an industry that has been constructed to kick women back down a few notches every time they manage to climb up the ladder since its development. With the help of a certain crazed fanbase(s) and urban media publications, Meg was completely stripped from her humanity. By the time DaBoogeyMan and Tori Lamez started playing a game of Whack-A-Mole on Meg’s perception in the eyes of public opinion, the damage was already done.

Which brings me to the next part…

II. The subsequent masculinization & dehumanization of Megan thee Stallion

Meg has been called “Marcus”, “Michael”, and just about every male name that began with an M as well as been accused of being transgendered since she first emerged on the scene in 2019. These insults only grew to become more vitriolic overtime, notably after she took to her Instagram to confirm she was shot [by the Keebler elf himself].

Rapper Cam’ron’s post in response to Megan confirming she was shot via Instagram

Normally, this is the part where I’d go on a full tangent about how this meme alone further perpetuates transphobia and promotes femicide against trans-women but I will reserve it for another rant separate from this one. Anywho, it’s beyond disturbing to see fully grown men excuse gun violence committed against women. The amount of times I’ve heard both people use Megan’s height in comparison to the 5-foot-tall lollipop guild as a valid explanation for why he sh*t her has made me wish to lose all my senses just to escape the stupidity.

Howbeit, I am not surprised. History once again repeats itself and yet another black woman’s voice is being silenced to protect the sanctity of another black male. A black male who seized the opportunity to throw her under the bus even though she initially lied to the authorities to protect HIM. A black male who has continued to physically assault other people since he’s been awaiting trial and a black male who has used this woman’s former work-husband to help in conducting her most recent smear campaign. Peanut Head clearly does not value his own character enough to not jeopardize his current pending case let alone even thoroughly explain away his [alleged] actions. Yet Megan’s account of events and trauma responses is always up for questioning. Why?

I’ll tell you why: Because Megan was never valued as a human being.

It was all fun & games when Meg was just a sexual toy that men could wind up to do all the gyrating and dancing their lustful hearts desired. The minute she demanded respect was the minute she became disposable. She suddenly became every woman she tried her hardest to disassociate herself from and the backlash of it all came down like a ton of bricks. Her sexual history has been more of a talking point than the actual incident itself. To say it’s humiliating and invasive would be an understatement.

Let this be a cautionary tale to all the young ladies internationally of what male validation to be weary of. Growing up, we’ve been conditioned to think that if men/boys are giving us attention then it means that we’re doing something right but we’re never warned about the dangerous consequences that ‘attention’ can bring. Even when we are, we get told that men/boys causing pain is just a funny way of them showing they ‘like’ us. In no way, shape, or form, am I ever blaming any woman for the harm that can be inflicted on her but I just want us as (black) women to understand the power we truly possess. Being that we’re still living in a culture that’s driven by sexism, it’s important we learn from the past mistakes of the women before us and also be a helping hand to those who need it. This is beyond Meg at this point. We are the only support we have and even that support is not much.

Last but not least, if you’ve recently suffered a loss in your family, I send my greatest condolences. I know these past couple years have been rough for many including myself so I just want to let you know, everything will get better in due time. I also highly recommend finding a safe & healthy way to cope whether it be writing in a diary or going to a therapist. I wish you nothing but peace & prosperity during this troubling time. I love us for real.

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

#rant #female rappers #hip hop #black women #rap #anti blackness #megan thee stallion #dababy #cam’ron #misogyny #misogynoir #transmisogynoir #my uploads.

[sweet-cuddlebug]

High Guardian Spice Incorrect Quotes!

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Hiding from a horde that Rosemary accidentally angered.

Sage: Do you think they saw us?

Rose, poking her head out from behind the wall:

Horde: >:(

Rose:

Rose: Yes.

_

Snapdragon: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Amaryllis: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person…

Snapdragon: You don’t have to wear it—

Amaryllis: No. I’m gonna wear it, forever. Back off.

_

Rose: Your ass is grass, and I'm gonna mow it.

Snap, desperate: Leave me alone!

_

Sage, sheepishly: I’m sorry we skipped school.

Anise: You skipped school?

Sage: … No

Rose: We were solving a murder!

Aloe: Solving a murder is no reason to skip school…

Rose, sarcastically: Okay, Department of Education.

_

Amaryllis, so done with this bs: You were supposed to do something about the raccoon under the deck!

Parnelle: I did! I named him Lord Moseby. He likes Coco Puffs!

_

Thyme: We'll have to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Aamaryllis /s: Probably Parnelle and Slime Boy.

Snapdragon /jk: That's a good start.

SB: Huh well that makes the things I was gonna cut irrelevant.

_

After Amaryllis had to listen to Snap's romantic whines that are definitely not about Sage for the 10th Time.

Amaryllis: Are you sure this isn't because you secretly had a sexy dream about that nerd?

Snap: What?! No! …Recently? No!

_

Parsley: Water balloon fight!

Sage: What?

Parsley: It's how we usually settle issues in Lyngarth.

SB: Well, that and freestyle rap battles.

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Sage, yelling at Rose and Parsley threatening a man who made her uncomfortable: Girls stop! This is-. Girls! This is crazy. He’s not worth it!

Rose: You’re right, no one will miss him.

Parsley, cracks knuckles: >:(

Sage, exasperated but flattered: No, Rose! That’s not what I meant!

_

New introduction to Slime Boy, one of the three main saviors of the show.

SB: You've come to the right people.

Sage: Uh, we didn't come to you at all.

Rose: Yeah, you just walked in here without knocking…

SB: There wasn't time for you guys to figure out you needed me. Fortunately, the walls are thin.

_

Sage, secretly messaging Snap about their definitely not secret date: See you soon baboon. Wait, spice it up. See you soon, bitch. Too spicy, too spicy. Oh god I sent it.

_

SB: If you need me, I’ll be down here on the floor. Dying.

_

Amaryllis: FUCK

_

Amaryllis and Slime Boy discovering the same deadly secret about the guardians.

Amaryllis, naturally violent: You mean the Triumvirate? Then let's go kil- get them! Let's go get them >:)

SB, naturally pacifist: >:/

#original post #high guardian spice #hgs #incorrect quotes #high guardian spice incorrect quotes #hgs incorrect quotes #sage hgs #rosemary hgs #parsley hgs #thyme hgs #parnelle hgs #slime boy hgs #amaryllis hgs #snapdragon hgs #the triumvirate hgs #bobs burgers #nimona #anise hgs #aloe hgs #Forgot about them #This show needs more positive content #Slime Boy Best Boy #Axe Girl #Strawberry Femboy #Yeeeeeaaah #Thats right #Can you guess witch ones are my favs? #Surely :]

[just-absolutely-super]

#JustLanHikariThings

a few of my favorite Lan things (gameverse)

General:

The way this kid gave 0 fucks about fighting off evil organizations that could KILL people. Even impulse control Megaman is just like, “Yeah Lan let’s show them who’s boss!”

His response to anyone doing bad things is essentially, “You’re a terrible person and I’m gonna stop you.” And then he stops them!

Literally oversleeping like every day despite Megaman literally yelling at him to wake up (king tbh)

Trespasses practically everywhere because his loved ones were put in harm’s way and anyone who messes with Lan Hikari’s loved ones will catch MEGA’S HANDS

Chaud in almost every BN game: Stay in your lane and let the Officials handle this

Lan: How about I don’t?

MMBN:

Literally decided to take on a crime syndicate without an official NetBattler license because fuck you it’s the right thing to do!

Fought off actual flames coming out of his oven with a squirt gun

Stole his dad’s government ID so he can have access to the water plant in order to confront said crime syndicate

He reformed Higsby just by telling him joining WWW for rare battlechips was dumb

Got freaking electrocuted trying to pull down a lever so Elecman would quit healing himself

After finding out his dead twin was really his Navi all along his first response is to apologize to Megaman for bossing him around for literal years

Mayl essentially tells him she has a crush on him and the poor oblivious boy is just absolutely DUMBFOUNDED

After Wiley told him that Lan’s grandpa beat him in a science contest so now he wants to kill everyone Lan basically called his shitty motive out and said Wiley’s loss wasn’t his family’s fault

MMBN2:

Practically failing a semester (or at most has a C average) except for Virus Busting (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

He wanted to research a different country and get a penpal from said country on the grounds that he wanted to eat their food (KING TBH)

Fought off a swarm of bees with a stick, a newspaper, and a lighter with 0 help from his friends

His first time overseas and he gets mugged....3 times

Keeps saying Mayl is “just a friend” but will have romantic dreams about her

Volunteered to captured a poisonous spider with 0 hesitation because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Freestyle rapped in order to get whiskey...yes really

Easily convinced his dad to let him go to a town with lethally high levels of radiation to take down a mafia because fuck you he’s Lan Hikari and this is the right thing to do

Managed to survive 100k radiation

Used the power of brotherly love to operate Megaman with his heart

MMBN3:

STOLE THE KEY TO BREAK INTO HIS SCHOOL (it was to make sure Dex didn’t fail his homework but still the AUDACITY)

Fucking Y E E T S his navi like a fucking POKEBALL at a man

He’s apparently good at calligraphy???

Falls for the, “Hey look over there!” trick

Jumps from a 2nd story window into the ocean in order to reach a hospital’s basement because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Caught a condor to return to the zoo

Calls Megaman out for being reckless on obtaining the GigFreeze even though the entire list proves that this gremlin has no room to talk

Gets gunned down by a tank with a built in machine gun and just...side steps it so he can jack into it

FUCKING KICKED A STATUE OF WILY OFF A LEDGE I FUCKING STAN HIM

MMBN4:

Can’t enter an area because it’s not open to the public? TRIES TO HAVE HIS NAVI BLAST IT OPEN!

An employee from said area shows up? HAVE YOUR NAVI KICK HIS ASS THEN TAKE HIS ACCESS CODE

NetBattled a gang because his new punk friend needed help

Gets involved with a mafia….again…

GETS HIMSELF FUCKING KIDNAPPED LAN NEVER GO TO NETOPIA EVER AGAIN

Got goaded into putting his hand in some wall relic thing’s mouth (with a slight risk it’ll be bit off) in order to prove he wasn’t lying about being in a tournament

Had Mega take on a soccer (I’m sorry, “footbomb”) challenge because some rando trash talked them

Swore revenge on an actual military official because he punched Lan in the stomach

CONVINCED AN ACTUAL MILITARY BASE TO LET HIM--AN ACTUAL 12 YEAR OLD--TAKE ON AN ACTUAL MILITARY MISSION

Insulted a master chef by saying his mom’s curry was better

ACCEPTED A CURRY COOKING CHALLENGE EVEN THOUGH HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE CURRY

WON SAID CURRY COMPETITION BY USING LOVE AS A SECRET INGREDIENT

KNOCKED THE FUCKING MAYOR ASIDE WHEN HE GOT IN HIS WAY BECAUSE HE HAD TO STOP AN ECOTERRORISM PLAN AND THAT’S HOW LAN FUCKING HIKARI ROLLS

Had Megaman get some cyber beer and cyber jerky so they could learn how to break rocks...I wish I was making this up

Braved a blizzard and almost froze to death so he could stop some asshole from freezing the entire earth (and this ISN’T PART OF THE GAME’S ACTUAL VILLAIN’S PLOT! THE GUY WAS LITERALLY JUST BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE WAS HOT!)

MMBN5:

Literally kept the fact he’s a part of the NetAvengers a secret from his mom and friends until almost the last minute, which wasn’t very hard apparently

Like deliberately disobeyed his mom about being safe because if you think Lan Fucking Hikari isn’t going to find a way to save his own dad you got another thing coming

Was initially refusing to listen to Dusk’s demands to show off his and Mega’s battle capabilities, but agreed after he was called a wimp

Called the actual family dog ugly fdjksfldjs

Took down 100 dummy samurais so he could bypass a castle’s security system

Unfortunately not a whole lot of other moments but that’s because Lan’s chaotic nature is challenged by his equally chaotic teammates:

#JustTeamProtomanThings

Chaud fakes an attack on SciLab so he can see if Lan has what it takes to be part of the NetAvengers (because saving the world 4 times just doesn’t really cut it I guess...)

Tesla literally almost killed 3 children because she was stressed and thought drilling in an abandoned mine would do the trick

Charlie decides to cause problems on purpose just to test Lan’s capabilities and CHAUD WAS IN ON IT

Charlie also took out Nebula’s evil server thing but decided to attack Lan and Mega anyway because he just really wanted a rematch I guess

Fyrefox almost got away with theft because he just REALLY wanted his fireworks business to thrive okay?

Jasmine said fuck your precautions I’m going to the Undernet and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!

She also continues to say fuck authority, and if Lan won’t have the balls to go after Nebula then she and Meddy will!

#JustTeamColonelThings

Baryl--like Chaud--fakes an attack on Scilab to test lan and the entire time Lan is just like WHO ARE YOU?

Dusk also causes problems on purpose for the sake of testing Lan but he’s an assassin so that kinda makes sense for him

Ribitta goes to the Undernet because SHE NEEDS TO MAKE A KILLER NEWS STORY LAN THINK OF HER CAREER LAN

Goes to the Undernet again because dammit Lan if you won’t be a leader and avenge Colonel then SHE WILL

MMBN6:

Was prepared to fight off 5 security bots when they wouldn’t let him into his new school

Was willing to take on those same security bots who were burning the entire school down because this isn’t Lan Fucking Hikari’s first rodeo

Considered that an actual penguin could be a pelican...

Would have jumped into a pool full of jellyfish had impulse control Megaman not stopped him

Almost got fucking TAZED because he was yelling and touching a tree (IT MAKES SENSE IN CONTEXT....KINDA)

Sleeps in class when there are security cameras watching him (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

Tried to pull a Mary Poppins with an umbrella to jump down a tall ledge...the umbrella broke

Basically took an assassination class... (Gregor version)

Nearly threw hands with the mayor (he had it coming tho)

Took down a NetMafia...again (request post-game; but for real how does this keep happening to him???)

Put off leaving a building that was about to blow up because he was reforming the franchise’s long running villain

REFORMS THE FRANCHISE’S LONG RUNNING VILLAIN BY CONVINCING HIM THAT THERE REALLY WAS STILL GOOD IN HIM AND HE COULD BE A GOOD SCIENTIST AGAIN THIS ABSOLUTE PURE CHILD

Other:

Decides to investigate a bad vaccine after his dad tells him to stay put because sorry dad I’m Lan Fucking Hikari and this is the right thing to do! (Network Transmission)

Saved the Waterworks plant from Iceman (again) not just because it’s the right thing to do but because if he didn’t he would get any dinner that night (Network Transmission)

BEAT UP A GROWN ASS MAN (Battle Chip Challenge (his route))

Okay this kid does all this bullshit but the one thing that knocks him down is the fucking common cold (Battle Chip Challenge (Mayl’s route))

Lied about WWW stragglers being at the BattleChipGP to impress his #1 fan and when that proved to be true he tried playing it off that he knew all along before Megaman outs him (Battle Chip Challenge (Kai’s route))

Literally calls a powerful being from space an “Arm Navi” and when corrected he tells it to shut up (Operate Shooting Star)

Becomes a memetic badass 200 years into the future (Operate Shooting Star) including but hopefully not limited to things such as:

having an IQ of 300

Being efficient in every sport (soccer in particular)

Making goals in soccer against 11 players (presumably single-handedly)

has a signature move called a LanPunch and it’s never specified HOW THIS CAME ABOUT

Literally comes into Dex’s house uninvited with a strange boy from the future and jacks into a wall clock WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION TO DEX (Operate Shooting Star)

BEGAN THE PROCESS FOR HARNESSING THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP (Star Force Megaman 2)

#lan hikari #megaman battle network #this has been in my drafts since JULY #i kept holding off because maybe i'd learn about stuff from the mobile games but no luck #i'll add the mobile games to this someday #i was also considering adding the manga and anime moments but decided against it and keep it gameverse #also have you met manga lan? that kid is so chaotic i kinda want him to get arrested fdjskfdjs #4/27/23 guess who's making edits that's right it's me #6/28/23 hi it's me again i'm adding more

[blushing-bee-poetry]

Theoretical Slam Poems I Would Love to Cry My Eyes out to While I Snack out of a Tupperware of Cashews

A poem about how my mother and I love each other through completely different languages.

A poem about NOT being plus size, but not quite being sample size.

A poem about believing your boyfriend is so much prettier than you.

A poem about refusing to forgive my father for not knowing how to manage rage.

A poem about saying “fuck college, it’s scam and totally okay if you don’t wanna go”

(By the way, the cashews are sesame seed and honey covered ones from Trader Joe’s.)

A poem about the way my lower stomach pouch squishes when I get folded like a lawn chair during sex.

A poem about all the after school programs my mom signed me up for in elementary school,

Including tennis, pottery-making, piano ballet, gymnastics, stop-motion animation, WRITING!

that could have grown into thriving, joyful passions and maybe even careers if I actually had the gumption to dedicate myself to one thing I was good at.

I’m so lukewarm when it comes to putting action to words.

So hesitant to try,

I literally started this poem as a list of things I COULD write.

Who knows, Bianca, maybe one day you’ll read this on a stage at an ACTUAL poetry slam!

Because even a list can become literary magic when the keyboard buttons are beneath your fingertips.

You are special.

And you keep forgetting that you are special,

While you marvel at the SPECIALNESS of others,

Simultaneously inspired and watering down your own self-perception of your own talent.

This isn’t the high school algebra PEMDAS method,

Do not cancel yourself out of the equation.

You have a number, it’s your name and the voice behind the counter is calling.

Step up to the stage,

The mic.

So daunting from afar, but in your hands, it feels right.

Feel the ground beneath your shoes and the shoes beneath your feet and your heart and soul, within your soleS. (Point at foot)

Squint through the stage lights and refrain from making some little comment like, “wow you guys weren’t kidding, it IS bright!”

As if you didn’t spend seven years of your childhood doing community theater.

As if this isn’t actually braving the new land, but the land from whence you came.

As if your heart didn’t choose this path from the start.

As if right now, she isn’t hastily whispering to you, “hey, no pressure bee, but THIS is what passion is.”

Notice how every face in the crowd is as blank as a canvas, awaiting a splash of color only you can procure.

Forget the pressure to be impressive.

Just make an impression.

If it blows, it blows. On to the next thing.

But that next thing… isn’t this.

This, is what has you up at night frantically producing line after line in your notes app, fantasizing that the speaker on the stage is YOU.

THIS, is what is making your heart ache when you practically freestyle rap in your head while you wait in line at the grocery store.

You were meant for pure expression because you feel things so GREATly,

You are sensitive, and you are smart.

The universe made you, so you could make art.

YOU, are the paint brush AND the canvas AND the muse,

YOU, are the most eloquent story ever told.

It is all there, in YOU.

And then… aaaaaaaaa.

How exactly does one be you…

Let me google how to let wild passion and the urge to simply CREATE run free in four easy steps.

Preferably with basic ingredients you can already find in your kitchen.

How I envy those who outstretch their arms into the sunlight, eyes closed, without fear of feeling what it’s like to strive for what their soul seeks,

Those who take the risk of saying hello to the sky in this Southern California, hundred degree heat.

I don’t even know how it feels to get beaten down yet.

I was what they call a gifted kid,

You may be familiar with the term.

I thrived in every single one of those after school programs,

Brought home awards and accolades and notes of adoration from every teacher and mentor,

I’ve never failed before.

I want to get it right so bad.

The paradigm shift of going into this without knowing whether or not I’ll ace it on the first try, quite frankly terrifies me.

Look at me.

I’m perfect.

Turns out growing up is learning how not to be.

- b

#poetry #writer #writing #bg #original #prose #bianca grava #poem #writers on tumblr

[invisibleraven]

Another prompt!! Boy falling in love before girl, Flynn x Reggie

"Are you ladies ready to meet this seasons Bachelor?"

The squeals were near deafening, and despite the fact that Reggie knew this was all very staged, he blushed. He glanced over at Luke, asking him with his eyes for what felt like the millionth time if this was really a good idea.

"You got this Reg. Come on, it's great promotion for the band, and it'll get you a few dates if nothing else!" he reassured.

"Then why aren't you doing it?" Reggie asked, even though they'd had this fight a few times by now. "You're the front man!"

"And risk Julie's wrath? Are you crazy?" And okay, that was valid. No one messed with Julie Molina, not even for the sake of promoting Julie and the Phantoms. She was fine with Luke being flirty during shows, but she drew the line at him going on a reality show. Reggie just still wasn't sure how they managed to talk him into it.

Yet when the host called his name, he plastered on a smile, adjusted his leather jacket and walked out, waving at the collection of women waiting to meet him. He took them all in, his eyes and heart stopping at the sight of one particular woman. Her skin was a warm brown, her hair in long braids, and her outfit was so funky and fashionable Reggie kind of envied her ability to make it work. She caught his eye and gave him a weak smile.

When it was time to mingle, Reggie went straight for her, bouncing on his toes for a moment, hoping his giddy nervous wasn't too obvious. "Hi, I'm Reggie!"

"Yes, I know. Flynn," she replied, though Reggie was sure she had rolled her eyes, making his smile fall away.

"So how did you decide to come on the show?" Reggie asked. "Wanted the fame or the romance?"

"Auditioned on a dare with my friend Carrie, actually." She nodded to the girl across the yard dressed in hot pink chatting up some of the contestants. "Apparently they saw something in me. Figured it would be a fun time," she shrugged, like she could care less about being here.

"Well I'm happy you came, regardless of the reasons as to why," Reggie said. The producers were right, there was something about Flynn, and he itched to figure out what it was. Maybe it would stop his heart from pounding so when she gave him a genuine smile.

As the show went on, Reggie found himself having fun. The girls were all pretty nice, he had a good time on the various dates. Surfing with Kayla, horseback riding with Carrie, paintball with Laila.

Yet he kept drifting back to Flynn. Flynn who showed him all the thrift stores where she picked up the pieces for her outfits, and then found a really cool gold blazer for him. Flynn who could drop a sick beat as a DJ or rap freestyle with a group on the sidewalk. Who got along so well with Julie when he introduced her to the band that Reggie wondered if he had now created trouble for himself and Luke as the girls spent the whole afternoon teasing them.

As the show went on and the girls went home, Reggie fell further and further for Flynn, but he couldn't tell what was for the show and what was real. He just knew she had captured him; mind, body, and soul the way no other person ever had. So when the finale came, he already knew who his choice was.

He knew the whole point was for him to propose, to sell that they were in love, but when the time came, instead of sinking down on one knee, he took Flynn's hands in his. "Flynn. I like you so much. And I'd like the chance to see if we could be something more, something real without all of this-" he gestured at the cameras, the lights, the panicked producers, "-and maybe go on a real date?"

Flynn looked surprised, like she didn't realize how much he cared for her, how real this was for him. Then a shy blush graced her cheeks, and she smiled up at him, popping up on her toes to grant him a kiss, one so much different than any they had shared before, nothing staged or faked about it. "I'd like that."

#filled prompts #ficlet #fleggie #julie and the phantoms

[ice-jj-kiss]

Can’t Stop Won’t Stop

I just released it to SoundCloud but I still gotta promote it on my social media. A part of me just wants to release all of my music without any promotion. You gotta find it yourself. The kids and music heads always sniff the great music out eventually— they will find it. But then how will I get to where I need to get to, right?

This track is over 21 Savages “Pad Lock”. The original song is such a vibe. You know that video of Solange vibing to it out in the sun? Cheetah print, lip gloss, looking good, doing the little dance moves.. literally a vibe. Anyways, that’s how I feel when I hear the original. One day I was like “I want to write my own version of this”.. and got curious how it would sound. 21 Savage is rapping about his life and my subject matter would, of course, be different and relevant to me. So my version is also personal to ME. A bit vulnerable too. But I feel like I tie it in nicely.

Because I spent the entire two hours of my studio session recording and perfecting the lines (and because I only had money for a two hour session), my engineer couldn’t mix or master it. Let me be clear that I go into the studio with my lyrics and flow all memorized. I also write on paper. I was just being real particular on how I wanted it to sound. Also, being my second studio session, I’m getting more comfortable with everything— which is exciting. I’m okay with it being rough though.

I literally cut my hair the day before writing this.

“Buzzed my hair and I’m feeling light/ I feel so free/

Curls are gone along with every perception of me”

I admire the people who are so unapologetically themselves. Without a care in the world, fucks are not given and floating in the wind. You see, I was a different kid growing up. I felt the need to hide and reserve my natural, bubbly, happy self. A child doesn’t do that naturally, that behavior would have to be learned. I became a master chameleon. If it’s one thing I am amazing at; it’s adapting to my environment. Survival. I’m undoing all of that though. Not giving a fuck what others think of me/about me. To an extent, because not everything is so black and white, but you get what I mean, I’m not going to over-explain myself. Done people pleasing. Every single day, I remind myself: Be yourself. Me even releasing my music is proof of this. And believe me, I don’t give a damn if this is corny ;)

…

I don’t plan on doing freestyles forever. This beat in particular isn’t even a beat I would use for my own music.. But, this is how I choose to start. I love hip hop & rap, I am a TRUE fan of it. I know when it comes to making my own sound, it’s going to be different than what’s out and what’s popular and what’s already been done. But again, this is my start. It’s okay if you don’t understand right now. As long as my future manager believes in me and sees the vision, everything will be alright. I also got faith, a lot of that. Ha!

I hope you like this track. If it’s not your cup of tea I am currently writing two freestyles that are sooo freaking good. I’m waiting until I get paid to book more studio sessions but they’ll be out in the world soon. I’m a working man, gots to pay my rent, have food in my fridge. I can’t wait to work with producers. I want to learn how to produce. Re-learn piano. Yeah…RE-learn. Shout out to my old piano teacher, Ms. Merrit.

Ok, this is way too long. I think I said too much.

…

“I’m a pretty boy/ With some metaphors/

Leave the function/ GAY boys in aventadores/ UH!”

P.S. The closing line = The best line. Also, Google ‘Will Welch’ and you’ll find out who he is, if you don’t know. Then you’ll piece together why I said I’ll have him GQ it.

Love,

Josiah Kane

[looosey]

Lucy's Main Quest #3: "Hey, shouldn't you be trying harder?"

So... You might've guessed by my last Main Quest post, but final grades came out for my sophomore spring and I didn't do that well. And... I was like disappointed but not surprised, because although I am delusional, I can also work myself up to reality. I.e. although I saw I got like a 30% on that 046 final, I was expecting at least a B, but then again, I can't recall or name most of the topics covered in the last third of the class, so it makes sense I got a C.

Well, there's someone else who isn't happy about these grades that is not me. It's my mom. Yeah, @budumtssss we're going a step further from, it's all the dance you've been doing, to... how can you take TWO classes and not get Bs (and a whole bunch of repetitive nagging getting real close to direct criticism). And so I got upset, and was like let me figure this out, you're not helping. And then she was upset--she says she should have the right to nagging as a mother without me being upset. In general, the nagging seems like more for her, and her need to feel important as a mother, and for her longterm financial stability than it is for me. But still:

"Shouldn't you try harder to get good grades now that you've been goofing off for three years?"

Damn. It hurt. But it also objectively does bring up an interesting idea that I need to figure out: do I need to try harder in school, and why?

Part I: No

To preface, I will shine some light to my journey leading up to now. "Work hard as a means to open more doors in life" is the no-brainer philosophy I lived by throughout high school. Once I arrived at MIT, I tried hard in classes and got the grades, but had a really depressing first semester, and a slightly less depressing second semester. It was exhausting, living such a "default" lifestyle: by "default" thinking about school, watching the clock as I ate, looking at unanswerable pset questions and thus having to pset with people I could not carry a normal conversation with, and otherwise be surrounded by strangers all the time. It was unsustainable, and made me hate my life and the school.

So, after some thinking this summer, I decided I would care less about grades. I took hip-hop dance theory and screenwriting. I worked on freestyle dance in my free time, really investing time and effort in it, and pursued this small funny Italian dream. I became better friends with y'all. I participated in clubs like KCA, mince, and MissB. I applied to rap class. In my application to CMS.S60 Rap Theory and Practice, I wrote:

"At the moment, the artist/creative is someone I respect more than the stellar student. So even at MIT, I write my own short-films, draw, choreograph dance, and think about satisfying videos I want to film in the future. All in all, I really appreciate that art shares a vision/interpretation of the world, giving it value."

This is my truth.

Yes, there is a parallel universe where I could be giving my all into understanding algorithms, and I am confident I could get an A in that class. I think my mom in particular was struck by this when I said this to her but I think she must've stopped listening here. The second half of this story is: I did not choose that universe. I study hard with curiosity and interest, but not to the extra levels I know is needed to secure a high grade in any class.

Yet maybe because of this choice, now I am living life to a fullness that I am proud of. This was the first year of my 15 years of schooling, where I was not an A student, and I've experienced soo soo many more parts of MIT, Boston, and delayed young adult life because of this: like grocery shopping and cooking to survive, working jobs, being bad at something, getting good at something unproductive, being pursued and rejected, on dates in general, finding my likes and dislikes in people again. Yes, I am figuring out what it is I want to pour my efforts into.

If Richard Feynman was my role model figure in high school, I draw inspiration from artists like Tyler the Creator now. Which is interesting: both geniuses, irreverent, cocky, and pushed their fields forward. This summer will be a research opportunity for me to figure out how closely I want to mimic the path of either the academic or the artist. In general, this lifestyle is necessary for my happiness and my continued journey in finding who I am in college.

Part II: Yes

"You keep it all bottled up that's why your life dry while mine wet / I study hard at school to keep my sisters and my mom fed." - Amari, suffolk county water (Nomadic Seoul EP)

Um... so exaggeration or not? My family as it stands right now, is doing okay financially. However, as some of y'all can guess, there are some ticking time bombs, or random variables, that make the system unstable. So, for now, let's just say there is some weight on my shoulders to make a decent salary after MIT, to share support wherever the pieces lie in a couple years. I think that might be a major part of my mom's worry as well, which is lowkey fair, because I used it in my rap lyrics so I should walk the talk.

The assumptions here are that a good GPA and a promising student at MIT will get hired by a tech company and keeps all those doors of opportunities open for me in the future. This route is tried-and-true. Whether you do it for the family or for yourself. The soul-searching can be done in a more BALANCED fashion--besides, you can move anywhere once you are at the top of the ladder.

Besides, my goal being Netfllix is as basic as any other company in recruitment: like they want a spiky developer, someone who's good at developing, not a creative mediocre programmer. They'll filter me by GPA if I don't have anything to show for myself. Ain't that crazy?

So studying harder. Yes. There are some sacrifices yes, like sleep, improvement in dance and rap, social life, but in return is capability and delayed opportunity.

Part III: Maybe

Anyways to wrap up this post: I will figure this out this summer. I just know I like my life a little fast-paced. I need to move forward with more of a plan/vision and the confidence to execute it either way.

Before my mom even brought it up I thought to myself this is probably now where I get better grades anyway. But I don't care about keeping all doors open: I live fully and intentionally such that I know which doors I want to close and not worry about. If I choose to spend my time pursuing something hard, I just hope I thought about why I'm doing it and why I chose it in particular. I agree bottomline that I need to work on my systematicness/thoroughness/work ethic in doing even what I like.

This is just what's on my mind right now. So thanks for reading it through if you did. Toodloo.

#mit #toodloo #tyler the creator #richard feynman #no role modelz #college #gpa

[weepingstudentnacho]

my favorite rap mixtapes from a time to another time

my favorite mixtapes

based upon influence and mostly from the last gasp of the fire mixtape era, hidden scrolls in here enjoy them and find them on youtube if you want some good recs for great music that i enjoyed as a yuuuuuuute. alright. this is just kind of a freestyle but it has a lot of cool shit in here, im sure someone else knows more, but this is all me.

A$AP Rocky - Live.Love.A$AP (5stars) just changed the sound of the industry and had some of the most legendary songs of the decade fr…cant really understate how this influenced the "lean sound" of the mid 2010s. really brought the aesthetic together and laid the gameplan. just slaps man too. hadnt seen independent dudes w a camera just hustling like this making real classics before here. it was some different shit.

action bronson-blue chips (5stars) super cool sample beats and fun lyrics

freddie gibbs-cold day in hell (5stars) next level gangster rap really

freddie gibbs-bfk (4stars)

currensy - this aint no mixtape (but it was), (4stars)

weekend at burnies and pilot talk 1-2 are great too but not mixtapes theyre albums

rick ross -rich forever (5stars) stay schemin, rich forever, triple beam dreams

migos - no label (bando, versace - invented the flow for a lot of the next 10years)

migos - no label 2 (fight night is an uber banger and a nostalgic song for me personally)

migos invented a whole flow and vibe with their shit and culture series is pretty much hard af, you can even toss that 21/Offset without warning tape on there.

krit- 4eva and a day (5 starsssss) krit - return of 4eva (5 stars) rotation, get right, this is a full banger front to back. this might be my fav of the whole damn group if not for rich homie, gucci, and thug. krit - krit wuz here (4 stars)

danny brown - xxx -(abstract but pretty fire, not fully my bag)

flocka - duflocka rant halftime show (just a sample is sooooo hard)

flocka - lebron flocka james

frank ocean - nostalgia, ultra (influential) 5stars novacaine come onnnnnnnn everyone was having sex to this one fr

Gucci just was releasing hours and hours of quality music on mixtapes and even non-mixtape leftovers. he was just so good during this period, his post prison stuff was good but this stuff was so good. Everybody looking the album was good and his other artists like Scarr, Foogiano, Pooh had a chokehold later but this is from before.

gucci mane - world war 3 lean (activist fire)

gucci mane - trap god (get lost and more)

gucci mane - trap house 1-3 (bangers)

gucci mane - burrprint 2 (everybody lookin)

gucci - mr zone 6

gucci - return of mr zone 6

trap god 2 is pretty good too

2 chainz - TRU Realigion

also his RIP pimp C song was great too

rich homie quan - i promise i will never stop goin in

rich homie quan - still goin in (influential) probably one of my fav mixtapes right here 5 stars easily, investments and type of way omg

young thug - slime season 1+2

young thug - slime season 3 (5stars) come on man this is so amazing

young thug - jeffery 5stars (the 2016 young thug had was like future's 2015 with ds2 and what a time, just fucking insane, maybe even better) five stars for both, two five star tapes same year. right in sequence. melodies insane

gunna - drip season 3 (top off goddamn goat song) jeezy - trap or die jeezy - gangsta party lil wayne could prob make 1 fire dedication tape from the 3 good songs off each of the first 5 dedication tapes wayne - no ceilings yung lean - unknown death 2002 (influential) yelawolf - trunk muzik 50 cent - 50 cent is the future 50 cent - guess who's back dipset - the diplomats vol 1 (influential) tyler - bastard (these were mixtapes bc i got them for free on datpiff, f you) earl - earl (these were mixtapes bc i got them for free on datpiff odd future - radical dj esco - 56 nights dj esco - ET 21 savage - savage mode 21 savage - slaughter king lil b - lots of them: evil red flame, everything based, white flame, i'm thraxx, rain in england [lmfao] god's father i own swag he invented swag, being based, all his digital drip shit was really valuable at the time, best stuff: his 6 kiss album and the song "i'm god" pretty bitch, wonton soup, obviously most of the pack songs, suck my dick hoe, charlie sheen,fuck kevin durant lol

the pack - skateboards 2 scrapers (super classic songs) *

future - beast mode

future - purple reign

future - astronaut status

uzi - perfect love tape uzi - luv is rage 2 future - astronaut status

bankroll fresh - life of a hotboy 2

kevin gates - luca brasi 2 (5stars might be my fav mixtape ever, so consistent so many bangers so much good singing and rapping on this one) kevin gates - luca brasi 1 kevin gates - by any means (****) peewee longway - blue mnm 3 (rerocc is an ultimate fire song) lil bibby - free crack 2

doe b - baby jesus one of my lw sleepers of all time just pure fire. hit you with that thunder, ibaka. god flow is a heater. members only. i was listening to this for days.

kodak black - lil big pac (this one is a super banger 5 stars) vibin in this bih omg, so many heaters on here

chief keef prob the 2nd most influential of this era maybe most influential, him, lil b, migos all way up there. lil b changed the marketing self promotion video making social media game forever and chief keef changed the sound, the stories behind the music and kind of changed the mold in rap from pro wrestling to real fighting with regards to gang politics.

chief keef - back from the dead 1+2 (influential) chief keef - bang chief keef - finally rich (an album but like mannnnn so good, some trash songs tho with the classics) ****

playboi carti - playboi carti lil ugly mane - mista thug isolation (influential) juicy j - blue dream and lean doughboyz cashout - they have so many good mixtapes spaceghostpurrp - blackland radio 666 (influential) dom kennedy - yellow album (my type of party) young dolph had a bunch….east atlanta memphis, rich crack baby…my favs from him thinking out loud/bulletproof/rich slave are not mixtapes though OG Ron C - Fuck Action Series (all screwed bangers, my favs) Chamillionaire DJ Screw Michael Watts Paul Wall Slim Thug ESG Ferrari boyz was an album but i liked it as a mixtape better lol Not My Bag but generally accepted: wiz khalifa - kush and oj (not a fan but Never Been is groundbreaking af, also ink my whole body is a sick ass classic from another tape) acid rap, das racist (pizza hut taco bell is classic), joe budden mood muziks, clipse - we got it 4 cheap (not a personal banger but a lot of ppl like all 3), jay z - s carter, j cole - friday night lights, joey badass - 1999 flatbush zombies first big tape around 2011 mac miller - kids older DJs and tapes (you can just look up their name and try out any of their shit honestly, very historical shit) Tony Touch - Piecemaker series (all of them are great old school NY jams highly highly recommend) DJ Kay Slay - Streetsweeper series (all time classics really) --i think he had papoose, saigon, grafh, those type of rappers but they did do that paul wall song with papoose and alphabetical slaughter which were good DJ Whoo Kid Mr Cee's biggie mixtape Green Lantern (meh) Flex/Fatman Scoop were important but i dont remember bangers mostly like TV show/media DJs.

--i used to get all my culture from datpiff, livemixtapes, worldstar, worldstar youtube, youtube, soundcloud…good sources. and the record stores and random shit

Soundcloud Era mixtapes are diff but idk… 6ix9ine - day 69 (just too influential to not have, music was not that bad) Lil Pump Xxxtentacion Lil Peep $uicideboy$ Denzel Curry Trippe Redd Juice Wrld Lil Yachty Playboi Carti Lil Uzi Vert Wifisfuneral Xavier Wulf Lil Skies Smokepurpp $not Ski Mask Bones chris travis starfoxlaflare idk lol suicideboys, pouya, fat nick,ramirez weiland - packrunner (weiland taught yeat how to record and is more influential than his music is fire but he has some fire like money fetish with yeat and this one is good too for plug stuff) father - whos gonna get fucked first lil mosey kinda counts too, Northsbest is just still a classic lw shoreline mafia ---- the newer mixtape guys like flint crew with Rio, YN Jay or the BlueBucksClan/Drakeo/03 Greedo etc idk if they count but goddamn they make BANGERS, I kinda cut the shit off around 2015 where the distinction between mixtape/album really stopped overall. Some of the shit is after though, it just depends. Houdini from Toronto had a crazy mixtape too…

i think when u put it all together chief keef, lil b, migos, gucci mane, rich homie, young thug so influential and if there was 1 rapper who could have been way more than what he was it might have been Doe B. i think krit and gates prob had the best shit too.

#rapmusic #mixtape #history

[exnihiliogenesis]

Title:

Rap hungry

(raplike diss dissertation for the ones who still don't like strange aggro rhyme battles)

Easy like doing meditation, once started there is no way to stop the inspiration of life fancy and poem loving dedication for the all star gaming where you may rap whatever and it is simply a brainwash to possibly irritate your enemy in freestyle battle so he or she will flop by not exactly rapping what the person planned to rhyme impolite and may not manage in time to correct the context after having lost one's purposeful aim against the will for being the smart ass punk who should now realize that

nothing is perfectly and totally known to be the best prose resolution for the flow which captures the moment for I will console with prose wit opposing opoonents in the time when my rhymes actualize the striking atonement to rock the flow roaming, no matter what will be verse spoken, it just straight evolves with little effort to blow the mic like it's best performance and rock the cradle of poetry with addictive rhyming heat to the beat of word contuse to defeat with verbal procreation. Free out of the blue without knowing what might be rapped next to mix up the track with verbose checks in sole effect to mess up the composing intention and instead bust the poem aggregation to the fever of rhyme game infiltration for more lyrics fulfills the caps to be trimming the tongue fling whenever the oral gym must be unleashed. Flow gist to release funky rhymes to never decline verse spit to empower bars flip directly sly and slick, how it should click to the word fricks when rhymed per gig sleeky verse lick to kick chic trendy trick trippy word flix. For once again and again, this could be because I had not written a book full of poetry for preparation since already long times ago I had it in my intentions of ability seek to cast free intervention and impromptu repertoire inventions which is an important art to practice the innovative creativity for all the nature of the lyrics muse to formulate more clues on inspiration so that new rhyme combination in variation can be produced to find the unique poem designs which differ from the usual and already given and existing prose creations of other artists in the world which must be challenged. Therefore, the true gift for making poetic life culture is to just write a lot about the knowledge from story narration freestylish on the teachings of providing the intelligence through words which does give vast diversified wording verse consolation by presenting totally new poetry from actual nature states of knowledge info out of unconditional improvised experiencing when rapping the content blow which brings free insight on great realizations about the findings we may define as technically desireable interesting and such useful source of timeless truths may work in world as a method to clarify productive resultance with the power of wisdom specifically for logical comparisons to the matching on reasons of factualization in this game of wordplay to rock the record in achieving the day to date as my poetry fate in convention to live made tension suspension in session against your wills, chumps.

#poets on tumblr

[colemizestudios]

How To Freestyle Longer Without Messing Up | How To Improve Your Freestyle Rap

How To Freestyle Longer Without Messing Up | How To Improve Your Freestyle Rap

How To Freestyle Longer Without Messing Up In today’s video, I’m going to teach you how to freestyle longer without messing up. So if you’re wanting to learn how to improve your freestyle rap I’m about to give you 3 tips that you can start using today that will get you guaranteed results!  THREE TYPES OF FREESTYLE RAP The first thing you need to understand is that there are 3 different types of…

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