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Tupac on Acting and His Breakout Role in Juice
“When I auditioned for Juice, that was another of my good luck times. I was broke. I wasn't even thinking about acting. I was thinking about surviving. 
“Money B [of Digital Underground] was going to audition. I was just being a sidekick and walked in there wet. Soon as we got home they was like, ‘We want him to fly back out here,’ and I was like, if they’re going to fly me, I’ll go back out there. That’s a chance. And then they started, you know, ‘One more time,’ and I was like ‘OK.’ All this was good because I hadn’t got any parts. I hadn’t even gone out on any auditions, so it was like my first audition was going so well.
“Bishop is a psychopath, but, more true to his character, Bishop is a lonely, misguided young kid. His heroes are James Cagney and Scarface. Those kinds of guys. Shoot-’em-up, go-out-in-a-blaze type of gangsters.
“I don’t think acting is as technical as they try and make it. They try and make it technical so everybody isn’t an actor. All you have to do is feel for your character and relate to your character. Because when you act you satisfy something inside of yourself.
“The character is me. I’m Bishop. Everybody got a little Bishop in them.”
— From his autobiography and companion to the documentary, Tupac: Resurrection, 1971-1996 
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ilovenycee · 3 months
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Bishop in Juice (1992)
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mensahjacq · 5 months
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The Legend That Was Lost Too Soon
I honestly am not a huge fan of Tupac. I do acknowledge that he is a legend in rap and hip/hop history but his music has never been anything I’d personally listen to. He still should be given his credit as one of the most influential artists of all time. However, he starred in one of my favorite movies from the 90s, which is why I dedicated this blog post to him.
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Overview
Tupac Amaru Shakur, often referred to by his stage names Makaveli and 2Pac is regarded by many as one of the greatest rappers of all time in terms of success and influence. Shakur has sold over 75 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling musicians. Shakur's music has been recognized for tackling many of the modern socioeconomic challenges that inner cities face. Shakur was born in New York City to parents who were both political activists and Black Panther Party members. 
Controversies
Tupac’s legacy was not all sunshine and rainbows. He was arrested and sent to jail multiple times, and actually faced prison time at one point. 
He faced a trial in 1994 for alleged sexual assault of a fan. He and members of his entourage were charged with sexual abuse of a woman named Ayanna Jackson. Throughout the court procedures, the late rapper maintained that the encounter was consensual, and he even pled his case to the public by discussing it on The Arsenio Hall Show. He ended up being sentenced to 1.5 to 4.5 years. After serving eleven months of his sentence, he was released from prison on an appeal financed by Marion "Suge" Knight. 
An article by CBC, written by the CBC Radio, talks about how Tupac did not only release music with a societal conscious message. Shakur shifted away from positive and affirming political music and toward more profitable, but controversial, music when trends began to change. 
Acting Career
Tupac was a master of many cards, as he didn’t stick to just making music. He also pursued an acting career. One of his most famous appearances was in the movie Juice in 1992. This is one of my favorite 90s movies of all time! Tupac played the role of Bishop in the film. The plot foes like Bishop gets a taste of power with the possession of a firearm, he turns into a merciless killing machine who his closest friends no longer recognize. It really is a hood classic and introduced me to how talented Tupac was.
Tupac also starred in the film Poetic Justice in 1993. He played the character Lucky and had an on-screen romantic partner. This role showed how versatile Tupac’s acting style was and how he could truly fit into any role presented to him.
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Accomplishments
Before he unfortunately passed away, Tupac made a huge mark on society and had an ongoing list of successes and accomplishments.
Tupac sold over 75 million records worldwide. Rolling Stone magazine named him one of the "100 Greatest Artists of All Time."
One of his most well-known songs, "Changes," addresses issues affecting society. The song reuses phrases from "I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto," which was recorded in 1992, and samples Bruce Hornsby and the Range's 1986 smash song "The Way It Is." Tupac had experienced growing up with concerns of poverty, classism, and racial segregation, all of which were addressed in the 1986 song.  Tupac addressed racism, drugs, war, violence, and police brutality in his verses.
Rappers' attitudes about movies have altered since Tupac's breakthrough film, Juice. Bishop, a confused young guy who betrays his friends and grows into a ruthless murderer, was played by him. The film not only illustrates what it was like to live in Harlem in the 1990s, but it was also the first time a rapper gave a truly excellent dramatic performance.
Tragedy
He was killed in a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas, Nevada, on September 7, 1996, at 11:15 p.m. The incident occurred while the vehicle in which he was driving was stopped at a red light. Four shots from a.40-caliber Glock were fired at Shakur. Six days later, he died as a result of his injuries. 
Just recently, Duane "Keefe D" Davis was apprehended on September 29, 2023, a whole 27 years later, after having been charged by a grand jury for the first-degree murder of Tupac Shakur.
This made me happy because society went all these years without knowing who killed such a legend in the making, and now it seems justice has finally been served.
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icefergslim · 1 year
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quillyfied · 1 year
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There being two movies now in the Benoit Blanc world, and both movies sharing some recognizable tropes and archetypes to build its flavor, there’s a specific type of character that I’m struck by, particularly as a white woman, in both Knives Out and Glass Onion:
The Sympathetic White Woman.
In KO it’s Meg. In GO it’s Whiskey. They both bond with the (WOC, very important to emphasize) protagonist by being less crappy to her than the rest of the cast, and both signal to the audience that they’re trustworthy as far as the protagonist goes. They tell the protagonist that they’re on her side. They try to be supportive. They’re sympathetic to the audience.
Then comes the moment when the Sympathetic White Woman’s security is threatened.
(Brief added interruption to just say: please dig through the notes and replies on this baby for some additional excellent thoughts from other people, including the very important distinction that Marta is a white Latina and not a woman of color (my mistake thank you for the corrections), and more thoughts on Whiskey’s actual/additional betrayal moments!)
For Meg, it’s her mom telling her she has to drop out of school if they don’t get the inheritance money. For Whiskey, it’s Duke dying. In both cases, the protagonist reaches out—Marta tells Meg she won’t let that happen, she’ll support Meg with whatever money she needs; Helen tries to soothe a hysteric Whiskey by telling her she doesn’t need Duke and he deserved what he got (not realizing Duke is dead, of course). It’s a slightly different moment in each movie, but the basic framework is the same: the woman of color protagonist reaches back to the Sympathetic White Woman, and notably, reaches DOWN, offering the support the Sympathetic White Woman offered earlier.
Only…the Sympathetic White Woman was never intending to be the one the protagonist had to reach down to. So she snaps. Meg tells her family about Marta’s mother and they use it to threaten her. Whiskey latches onto the belief that Helen killed Duke and tries to kill her with a spear gun in what she thinks is self-defense. The Sympathetic White Woman Heel-Turn.
Meg and Whiskey both also sort of try to make amends after their Heel-Turn moments, but…the trust is already broken. The protagonist knows better now. The Sympathetic White Woman is not to be trusted.
Why this sticks out to me personally is the very obvious callout that feminists of color have been making about white feminists for literal decades: that white feminism lacks any true support or compassion for non-white people, that it’s empty promises of support and when the chips are down, white feminism upholds whiteness over feminism in an act to protect itself. And whiteness…is a damn difficult thing to even see when you’re white and raised in an overwhelmingly white community, let alone begin to pick apart and unlearn. It’s reactionary, how Meg and Whiskey turn on Marta and Helen to protect themselves.
It would make Meg incredibly vulnerable to support Marta fully, the way she promised to back when she thought she had the resources for it, but Marta is that vulnerable every day just existing as a Latina woman in America. Whiskey’s Heel-Turn moment is a little more immediate trauma based, but when looking for someone to blame, she doesn’t hesitate to blame Andi (Helen), scrapping together the few pieces of information she has—Andi hates all of the Disruptors, Andi got screwed over by them, Andi fought with Duke just minutes before he died, Andi was in their shared room tearing it apart when Whiskey came in distraught. She’s looking for an outlet. There’s Helen red-handed and in view. Boom. Whiskey grabs the spear gun instead of talking it out with the person she admitted just hours ago to feeling sympathy for.
Growing up white and steeped in whiteness causes defensive reactions when that whiteness is brought up, or, god forbid, challenged. It’s a knee-jerk thing for people who haven’t begun to deconstruct it for themselves; even for people who have, to see just how far and deep in American society that reaches is troubling. Humbling. Enraging. The Sympathetic White Woman archetype is, to me, a warning to not let whiteness overrule sense and morals. To be smart about it. And, crucially, to check myself for condescension, especially when interacting with non-white folks in any capacity.
(Also why the presence of Benoit Blanc is so important. He is also sympathetic, he also offers his own support, but crucially, he just uses his whiteness to clear a path for the WOC protagonist to take her place and do what she needs to do. He doesn’t speak over her, he doesn’t turn on her, he just listens, and presents the truth for her to do with it what she will. Or, in one case, hands her highly volatile crystal hydrogen for when she’s really ready to tear the Murderer’s crap down.)
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twixnmix · 6 months
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The cast of Juice (1992)
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soupy-sez · 7 months
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Juice (1992)
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pianokantzart · 3 months
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Look, I'm not saying that Game Luigi isn't cute, but it is amazing what some eyelashes, a slightly more defined chin, a mouth moved up a few millimeters, and an ever so slight adjustment of face shape will do to a guy.
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brewed-pangolin · 3 months
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Popcorn Fueled Menace
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Soap MacTavish makes a habit of fingering you while at the movies.
And he's so smug about it. With that little smirk curling into his mouth while his hand slowly travels up your thigh.
He's methodical. Times it perfectly to the crescendo unfolding within the third act.
Using the cover underneath the massive bucket of popcorn in your lap, he delves his hand beneath the hem of your trousers with a faint growl as he finds you already soaking for him.
Then he gets to work.
Using the tip of his middle finger to rub against your clit. Slow, concentric movements at first. Steadily moving faster and adding more pressure as he feels your thighs clench around his hand.
You remain stoic to his ministrarions. Eyes focused on the screen, jaw locked tightly, and chest only slightly heaving as a strained breath rolls over your lips.
That's the only green light he needs to push forward.
His hand diving further in, plunging his finger into your fluttering hole and letting the thick pad of his palm rub against your pulsing nub.
Perfectly curling his finger inside to caress that sensitive bundle of nerves nestled within your cunt.
This is when you begin to break.
A subtle twitch to the corner of your lips. Eyes glazing over, losing focus on the moving pictures projected before you.
Yet it's your free hand, the one not currently white knuckling the bucket that signifies your encroaching orgasm.
Flying between the seats to grab into the fabric of his jeans. Nails clawing against the denim, desperate for purchase as your walls spasm and pulse around his thick finger. Pulling the faintest of whimpers from your trembling throat as he barely looks more than amused by the action flying across the screen.
Once satisfied with your pleasurably crumbling state, he retracts himself and pulls his finger from the depths of your quivering core.
And being the overconfident bastard that he is, he licks your juices off his finger before thrusting his hand into the bucket of popcorn and carrying on like nothing ever happened.
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I headcanon Soap as being an exhibitionist. This man doesn't give two shits if you get caught.
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didderd · 6 months
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Horror Sans as burlap sack Jason? yes plz
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beesonhoneytoast · 6 months
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“I’m hopeless without you.”
♡ Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader ♡
synopsis: on his day off, mike hears that you were involved in some freak accident at work. he wastes no time in getting dressed and driving to your workplace. however, when he calls you, something bizarre happens. cws: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mike being a narcoleptic mess and a disaster pansexual (?), crying, confusing dreams for reality
~800 words | divider creds @firefly-graphics
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Mike runs out into the living room, putting on his shirt as he rushed out of his bedroom.
Abby is lying on her stomach watching cartoons but turns her head at the sound of her big brother shuffling around and panting. “Mike?” She called for him.
“Y/n was involved in an accident. I don’t have time to call anyone to watch you, so get your shoes on. We’re going to find them.” He explained, hopping on one foot as he put his shoes on. He grabbed the keys as Abby slipped her little Mary Janes on. 
The two Schmidts went outside and Abby rushed to the backseat on the passenger side of Mike’s car. 
Mike got the front door of the house locked after a moment (as trying to do anything with trembling hands is understandably very difficult). Mike slammed on the gas after hurriedly backing out of the driveway, and he pulled out his flip-phone, selected your number on it, and put it to his ear. Every time, however, he was sent to voicemail. He left a message every time he was. 
“Y/n, it's me, Mike.” 
“If you're alive, Y/n, please reach out if you can.” 
“Please Y/n, I- I'm hopeless without you.” 
“Okay. The third time wasn't the charm, neither was the fourth. Maybe the fifth time will be the one? I dunno. I have no idea if or when you'll hear this, but... Ever since I've known you, I've felt... So at home. You're the only person I know who seems to care about me, and- I… I can't lose you. Please.” Mike said into the phone.
“Mike?” Your voice came from the receiver, laughing slightly.
Mike’s heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage. “Y/N?!” He shouted. He was so alarmed because your voice sounded perfectly okay. “This- isn't some sort of prank, right?” He whispered in denial. 
Your airy chuckles came crackling over the phone. “Mike, I'm okay. I'm at work. I just went on break and saw you were sending me like, three or four voicemails. Is everything okay?” You asked him seriously now.
Mike pulled over on the side of the street and teared up in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair after putting the car in Park. 
Abby was very confused by this entire situation. She was looking out the windows with her brows scrunched. “What's going on, Mike?” She asked. 
“Ah, I hear a certain little girl is there with you?” You teased. 
“Yeah, uh…” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I- I have no idea what happened. I just heard you were in danger and I panicked and didn't think things through and-” 
“Oh, Mike. I'm coming over to you. Are you out of the house already?” You asked.
“I'm… right next to your work building, actually.” Mike chuckled breathily. 
“Ah, I see. I'll be right out, okay?” You told him. 
“M’kay.” He muttered, sniffling slightly, causing you to frown. 
“I’ll see you outside.” You said before hanging up. 
Mike pulled into a parking spot in front of your workplace and you walked right out the front door and trotted towards his car. He couldn't believe it. 
There you were, perfectly fine and alive. You got in on the passenger side of the car. “Hi, Mike.” You greeted him softly. 
And just like that, the man crumbled, and tears spilled. He hid his face in his hands and his shoulders shook with each sob. 
“Oh, come here, buddy.” You cooed, unbuckling his seatbelt and hugging him over the console between the both of your seats. You pet his messy hair softly. Clearly, he had been in a rush to get here to you, for he didn't have the time to brush his hair and get himself tidy. “It's okay. I'm here, I'm okay, I'm alive.” You whispered reassuringly, holding him to your chest as best as you could in this awkward setting of the front seats in his car. 
Eventually, you had all gotten home and you made dinner, as you felt obligated to, considering you unintentionally scared Mike that day. 
Once Abby was sent to bed, Mike revealed that he had a dream that you had gotten into an accident at work, and to him, it felt so real that he believed it was reality. 
“I’m so sorry that happened, baby. Dreams are so weird.” You told him, hugging him for the nth time that night. 
Mike had a special little spot under your chin and on your collarbone where he could just bury his face into. He whimpered softly, holding your shirt in his balled fists. 
You kissed his forehead softly as he relaxed in your arms, moving his head down so it was now in your lap, resting against your thighs and using them for pillows. You played with his hair and hummed softly, the quiet sound of your singing gently lulling him to sleep, and soon you found yourself joining Mike in the realm of dreams.
>> end.
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story written by @beesonhoneytoast. characters belong to five nights at freddy’s © 2014
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ilovenycee · 3 months
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Juice (1992)
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nerd4music · 11 months
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JUICE (1992) | dir. Ernest R. Dickerson
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girlygirlwebdiary · 9 months
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Self care summer 🩷🧖‍♀️💄
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harvey-dent · 11 months
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i want to play a game. (available here as a sticker!)
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