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Jemma Redgrave & Oliver Cotton in the ‘Duet for One’ trailer

Love & Hip Hop’s Hollywood Has A New Cast Member

Love and Hip Hop Hollywood’s 🆕 cast member, Milan Christopher, is being shunned upon because he is an openly gay rapper. 

He has only been filming🎥 for about 3⃣ weeks and a majority of rappers on the show, Ray J, Soulja Boy, Omarion and Mally Mal are already shunning him and are mad at producers for hiring him. They claim its not because he’s “gay” but because he has no cred in the rap game😒🎤. They believe he was just hired as a “sideshow” to goose the ratings📈.

Milan labels himself as a rapper and a model. He has worked with big rappers🎤 but mostly as a writer📝. 

At least 3⃣ of the rappers on the show have told producers that they do not🙅🏾 want to film scenes with Milan. They won’t even show up to parties or events if Milan is there. #PETTY

They claim Milan is nothing but a joke and they don’t want anything to do with him. 

🐸☕️Misz D

You and I are examples of how synonyms
are not always interchangeable

You and I are soft.
You are soft like a favorite pair of jeans, worn threadbare over the years. The vague threat of a tear is present at the knees, but they’re intact for now; perfect.
I am soft like rot, the flesh of a fruit giving way under the lightest touch. The evidence of things forgotten, stems of dead flowers left too long in murky water.

You and I are proof of how what is said
is less important than how it is said

You and I are tragedies.
You are a tragedy in that you are exposed to this world, innocence and purity so much like the throat of a rabbit exposed to the wolves. It is tragic that you will someday die and leave the world that much darker for your absence.
I am a tragedy of the traditional sort, a walking disaster barely fit to bear the title of human. Something to pity, something to loathe, something to consider an example - the embodiment of a cautionary tale.

You and I are the difference between doing what is right
and doing what needs to be done

We are like liquor, you and I.
You go down soft and smooth, vintage wine in crystal glasses. The pleasant buzz that travels along your nerves and sets everything afloat, brain foggy but filled with nothing but satisfaction. 
I’m more like cheap vodka, bottom-shelf poison useful for nothing more than forgetting the day, hangover starting the moment it touches your lips. There is no god at the bottom of this bottle. There never will be.



Vince Staples Performs “Love Can Be” with Damon Albarn (on the screen), Kilo Kish, Ray J on Fallon


The party would have been better if it never had happened, in mini Fran’s opinion. I forgot what a shy little bug she is. Nevertheless, she grows up into a silly outfit I’ve been meaning to get rid of…but it’s kind of cute on her. (Captions.)

Bridging the Gap

Its not easy to fill a hole in your heart, Geoff knows that better than anyone in the crew. 

When one of his boys leaves the crew, off for bigger and better things, Geoff hurts. He hurts so much he’s afraid to open his mouth, else he might not stop screaming. So he nods and lets Ray go.

Years pass and Jeremy is promoted and he loves his Lil J, but he isn’t Ray. Because no one can fill that hole in his heart for the sniper. So he just soldiers on as best as he can.

Ryan comes in one day, ranting about some new merc in the city. Geoff pretends not to be listening while the Vagabond runs his mouth to Jack. He drops the eavesdropping and just stares unabashedly when Ryan says that this new guy, is doing stuff that isn’t possible.

Unless you’re really, really good.

He talks about a shadow that hops from rooftop to rooftop, rifle clutched to his chest. He talks about shots made hundreds of meters away. Ray, he is talking about Ray.

Geoff tells them they need to go see him but Ryan stops him. He says, they aren’t even sure if this new guy is really Ray, plus Ray would’ve told them if he was back in LS.

Geoff isn’t having any of it. He grabs Ryan by the arms and snarls, ‘Find him.’

Ryan talks to the mercenary community, tries to see if he can track his jobs. No luck

Trevor calls in every favor he has and demands his followers find this new guy. No luck.

Gavin hacks every piece of equipment he can think of, traffic cams, CCTV cameras, even civilian’s camera phones. No luck.

Then it comes to Geoff. He puts up a listing for a job, asking for only the best.

Instead of Ray, this lanky, dark haired kid shows up on their doorstep.

Geoff is beyond mad. He let himself think for a second that Ray might be back but this isn’t him, it should have been him, why isn’t it-

But that doesn’t matter now. He barely keeps his composure, and gives the kid a job. Something extremely difficult, something he wasn’t even a hundred percent sure even Ray could do. Four hours later he gets a text from a burner phone.

It’s done.

Pleasantly surprised, Geoff gives him more and more jobs. And time and time again, the new kid proves himself.

Its plain enough to anyone that the kid is treating it like an audition, hoping for a spot in the Fakes.

So Geoff invites him with welcome arms. He grows to love the new kid, but he never replaces Ray. Because no one can fill the hole in his heart for the sniper.

But that’s not the point of this story.

This isn’t a story of Geoff living with his grief. It isn’t about him overcoming his hurt and pain, because honestly, he never does.

No, this is an origin story.

This is the story of how Alfredo ‘ the Sauce’ Diaz joined the Fake AH Crew.