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Today is National Tap Dance Day in honor of Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, who was born Luther Robinson in Richmond, Virginia, on May 25, 1878. His father, Maxwell, worked in a machine shop, while his mother, Maria, was a choir singer. After both of his parents died in 1885, Robinson was raised by his grandmother, Bedilia, who had been a slave earlier in her life. According to Robinson, he used physical force to compel his brother, Bill, to switch names with him, since he did not care for his given name of Luther. Additionally, as a young man, he earned the nickname “Bojangles” for his contentious tendencies.

At the age of 5, Robinson began dancing for a living, performing in local beer gardens. In 1886, at the age of 9, he joined Mayme Remington’s touring troupe. In 1891, he joined a traveling company, later performing as a vaudeville act. He achieved great success as a nightclub and musical-comedy performer. At this stage of his career, he performed almost exclusively in black theaters before black audiences.

In 1908, Robinson met Marty Forkins, who became his manager. Forkins urged Robinson to develop his solo act in nightclubs. Robinson took a break from performance to serve as a rifleman in World War I. Along with fighting in the trenches, Robinson was also a drum major who led the regimental band up Fifth Avenue upon the regiment’s return from Europe.

In 1928, he starred on Broadway in the hugely successful musical revue Blackbirds of 1928, which featured his famous “stair dance.” Blackbirds was a revue starring African-American performers, intended for white audiences. The show was a breakthrough for Robinson. He became well known as “Bojangles,” which connoted a cheerful and happy-go-lucky demeanor for his white fans, despite the nearly polar-opposite meaning of the nickname in the black community. His catchphrase, “Everything’s copacetic,” reinforced Robinson’s sunny disposition. Although he worked regularly as an actor, Robinson was best known for his tap-dance routines. He pioneered a new form of tap, shifting from a flat-footed style to a light, swinging style that focused on elegant footwork.

Robinson’s fame withstood the decline of African-American revues. He starred in 14 Hollywood motion pictures, many of them musicals, and played multiple roles opposite the child star Shirley Temple. His film credits include Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, The Little Colonel and Stormy Weather, co-starring Lena Horne and Cab Calloway. Despite his fame, Robinson was not able to transcend the narrow range of stereotypical roles written for black actors at the time. By accepting these roles, Robinson was able to maintain steady employment and remain in the public eye. In 1939, at the age of 61, he performed in The Hot Mikado, a jazz-inspired interpretation of Gilbert and Sullivan’s operetta. Robinson celebrated his 61st birthday publicly by dancing down 61 blocks of Broadway.

Robinson was married three times. His 1907 marriage to Lena Chase ended in 1922. He married his second wife, Fannie S. Clay, in 1922. Clay served as her husband’s manager and assisted him in founding the Negro Actors Guild of America, which advocated for the rights of African-American performers. Clay and Robinson divorced in 1943. In 1944, he married Elaine Plaines. Robinson and Plaines were together until Robinson’s death in 1949.

Bill Robinson was involved in baseball as well as theater. In 1936, He cofounded the New York Black Yankees team, based in Harlem, with financier James Semler. The team was a part of the Negro National League until 1948, when Major League Baseball first integrated racially.

Despite earning millions during his lifetime, Robinson died poor in 1949, at the age of 71. Much of his wealth went to charities in Harlem and beyond before his death. Robinson’s funeral, arranged by longtime friend and television host Ed Sullivan, was held at the 369th Infantry Regiment Armory and attended by thousands, including many stars from the entertainment industry. A eulogy by Adam Clayton Powell Sr. (father of Congressman Adam Clayton Powell Jr.) was broadcast over the radio. Robinson was buried in the Cemetery of the Evergreens in Brooklyn, New York.

Robinson remained a well-known figure after his death, particularly in dance circles. In 1989, a joint congressional resolution established National Tap Dance Day on May 25, Robinson’s birthday. Additionally, a public park in Harlem bears Robinson’s name—a way of honoring his charity contributions and participation in the neighborhood’s civic life.

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@thefullbronte “everything’s copacetic” -Clete Purcell

Day Out | Mini Ladd

Pairing: Craig x Reader
Featuring: Jace (OC), Tyler, Anthony, Marcel.
Warning: Fluff, Swearing
Clothing that reader is wearing

Gif Creds: Google? I kinda forget where I got the gif


{Reader’s POV:}

Waking up to Craig screaming, I groaned as I got up and walking down to his office. Seeing that he was playing and streaming Mario Kart 8. Walking up to him and poking his cheek. He turned his head to me, seeing that my hair was a mess, he give me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry I woke you.” He said.

“Eh, it’s alright. And later can we go get Starbucks?” “Yeah.” “(Y/N)! I CAN GET YOU STARBUCKS!” I heard Jace yell through Craig’s headphones. “Okay ow.” Craig mumbled. 

“You know my order so yeah sure.” I said as Craig wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled down on his lap. I grabbed the controller and picking Rainbow Road.

As the race started, I got up to first place. “Oh my god! Craig is in first!” I heard Anthony say. Craig talked to the guys as if he was playing this round. I bit my lip to not yell when Tyler threw a red shell at me. “Tyler you fuck!” Craig yelled.

I giggled as won the race. “Oh, wow.” I heard Brian laughed. “What?” Tyler asked. “(Y/n) won that race for Craig.” “I was being nice. Shut up.” I laughed.

“(Y/n) is the best at this game like Brian and Nogla.. and somewhat Tyler.” Marcel laughed. “Marcel fuck off.” Tyler groaned.

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to go. I’ll probably be on later.” Craig said to the guys. “Aww Craig gonna go spend with his girlfriend.” “Shut the fuck up milkbag.” Jace said. “Jace. Be nice.” I said. “Okay bitches, now that I have my body wrapped up, prepare to get your asses kicked.” Jace said.

Craig ended his stream and ended the recording. He then patted my thigh, “Babe? Can you get up for a second?” He asked. I nodded. Sitting back down after he got up.


Getting dressed in a black tank top, with an cardigan, black shorts, converses, and a New York Yankees baseball cap. Grabbing my phone, and then noticing an full body mirror. Taking a couple of selfies, and then Craig walked up to me. “What are you doing?” He asked, I turned to look at him, “Taking selfies.” I said.

He got out his phone and went on snapchat, putting the camera on front facing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, going on my tip-toes and kissing his cheek as he wrapped his arm around my waist and took the selfie. “Okay let’s go get our basic white bitch on.” I patted his cheek.


After getting Starbucks, we went to the arcade. “Should we play the games or play pool?” Craig asked. “Pool.” I smirked. “Oh, no.” Craig groaned. I laughed. “What?” “You said ‘Oh, no’ like how Phoebe says in Friends.” I giggled. “Of course.” Craig laughed. “Yeah.” I nodded with a smile.

“Alright, time to get your ass beaten.” Craig smirked as he slapped my ass. “Bitch did you just slap my ass.” I gasped. “Yeah I did.” He nodded with a wink. “I hate you.” I mumbled as I set up the pool balls with the tray. “No you don’t. You love me.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Craig.” I kissed his cheek as I patted his arm.

{Ten Minutes Later….}

“Why do I even play this game with you?” Craig whined as I danced around him. I threw my arms around him, “Because you love me and because I’m the best at pool.” I smiled, rubbing his shoulders. “I mean that’s true.” He laughed.


We got back to Craig’s house, lying down on one of the lovesac’s. Hearing the camera shutter of Craig’s phone. “Why did you take a picture of me?” I asked. “Because you look cute and sleepy and cuddly.” He smiled. “All three are true. Also I want cuddles.” I made grabby hands at him.

He walked over and sat down beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body closer to his. Craig turned on the tv, “What do you wanna watch?” “Friends because it’s a great fucking show.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder. “Aw you’re so adorable.” Craig kissed my cheek. “Oh stop it, you fuck.” I waved him off as I went on my phone.

’@/your/twitter/name: Watching Friends with my one and only. Also today is a great day for me ❤️ and I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day/night ☺️’

Then going on Instagram and posting the selfies that Craig and I took. ’@your/ig/username: My baby and I went out today. We got Starbucks, I beaten him at pool, and now we’re watching Friends. Love him 💕’

Putting my phone in my back pocket, and throwing my arm around his waist.