when hip hop was good

anonymous asked:

HC's for Tyler when he finds out y/n is a professional dancer/ballerina (Love your blog!)

I am 1000% about this idea

- Tyler meets you through Mark through some YouTube thing
- like maybe you have your own dance related channel
- and you do a challenge video with the boys
- And Tyler is completely enamored by you
- you’re talented in a few different styles of dance and he thinks you’re amazing at all of them
- but he especially loves it when you to ballet
- and when you go en pointe he can’t even form full sentences because HOW THE HELL, HOW, DOESN’T THAT HURT, ARE YOU MAGIC????
- you’re so graceful it makes him feel like an extremely uncoordinated giant
- but then you and teamipler get invited to some party and there’s music
- and mark basically forced you guys to dance together (bc he’s Mark and he thinks he knows what’s best)
- that’s when Tyler realizes your also really good at hip hop and club dancing
- and he feels stupid as fuck because you look amazing and he feels like he looks horrible
- but your giggling and laughing with him and teaching him some moves that even he, a Greek god, can use
- by the end of the night he’s holding you really close and teamiplier are all giving each other high fives because they ship it

Silver Linings~ Jimin Love Story

Ground & member: BTS’s Park Jimin

Genre: AMBW, angst, fluff, Romance, realism, mature

Series

Summary: A girl with big dreams gets tangled up in a world of chaos after meeting BTS

A/N: This story hits really close to home with me. Follows up from AHL and goes forward.

Parts: 1- 2-3 (coming soon)

*Disclaimer: I don’t know all the names of the staff and such. So Naturally, I made most of them up! and had to totally re watch all of AHL to get this accurate. 

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Bright and early was the day when Bella woke up to her alarm. It was 8am. She ran to go get her friend up from her living room and sighed.

‘’Get your ass up before I leave you. And that’s going to hurt me more than it hurts you.’’ She groaned She darted to the bathroom first grabbing her toothbrush and brushing her teeth. Then she walked to her closet to find something to wear. She made a habit of always showering the night before since her friend was staying with her. Mainly because she took forever in the Bathroom’s in the morning.

‘’Can’t you wear something a teensy bit nicer? You never know who you’re going to meet today.’’ Bella turned to her friend. She was just wearing a pale pink shirt and washed out blue jeans. She glared.

‘’Can you suck my dick a teensy bit? I know who we’re meeting today and I’m not trying to impress them. If you don’t stop pestering me I swear I’ll leave the house in my bonnet.’’ She threatened as she pulled make-up out from her vanity, muttering under her breath the whole time. It never took long for Bella to get ready. And since she had gotten a blow out and a press she only had to slip off that silk black bonnet and take her bobby pins out of her hair.

‘’Is this a better outfit?’’ She asked her friend as she stepped out of her room with her bag on her shoulder. To which the other gave an approving wolf whistle.

‘’Yas, Boo! They’re not going to be able to keep their eyes off us.. Well. you.’’ She said. And Bella rolled her eyes as she grabbed her car keys. Not that she didn’t like this group. She did. But she could think Of a million other things she’d rather be doing. But she loved her friend so much. And She always wanted to work for celebrities. So this was a major start.

‘’You really think you’re not about to flirt with one of them. I mean, Hobi is mine but the others…’’

Bella turned the volume up on her radio. She would be a translator and anything else they wanted so long as Safiyah was left to her devices. It wasn’t in her interest to flirt with these guys and become a groupie. The drove along to the beat of throwback songs like Low by Flo Rida and Lose control by Missy Elliott. All the things that would have made her jump up and sweat out that perfect press if she were alone.

‘’Alright. Here we are.’’ She announced as they drove up to the run down out of the way building. It was totally inconspicuous and not at all dodgy. Who would guess that Celebrities were being housed here? Smart.

‘’Alright.’’ Bella grabbed her notes she prepared and put them in her bag.

‘’When we get in here.’’ She looked up into her friend’s eyes. Her friend who was older and taller than her, and glared. Turning on her mommy mode and crossing her slender, yet toned arms.

‘’You are no longer a Bangtan fangirl. You are a professional volunteer devoted to helping them out through this televised process. Understood.’’ Safiyah in return crossed her arms and smiled coyly.

‘’If I have to tone down my awkward excitement can you tone down your moodiness. You scare people away. You’re so small and cute but at times you can be so evil looking, Sheesh, Bell, Lighten up.’’ She said nudging her playfully.

‘’I’m a brown skin, I can’t lighten up.’’ She said, They both laughed at her on the spot response and head into the building.

Safiyah looked a little out of place standing behind her shorter friend shyly. Truth be told they were both really shy, Bella almost painfully so. But she sucked it up as she introduced herself to the korean staff and got the small badges they prepared with their names on it.

‘’Wow. I feel so official.’’ She commented clipping it to her belt loop and waiting for her next instruction.

‘’Ah yes. The girls who the other’s told us about. Nate and Tony are excited to have you guys on board and we are sure the boys will be grateful to your services.’’ Said a small grey haired man. He held an expensive looking camera in his hand. And waved the girls forward. ‘’We are going to have you come to our little green room for an interview before the boys get up.’’

Interview?! Bella glared at her friend as she followed the staff into the makeshift green room. They had been told to be a little quiet because the boys were sleeping.

They set up two chairs and instructed them to sit and Bella translated for Safiyah.

‘’Did you know we were getting interviewed and stuff like this?’’ She asked her friend lowly as the cameraman went to grab his spare mic. Safiyah shrugged her shoulders and tried to make herself seem like the symbol of innocence as she answered.

‘’I honestly had no idea!’’ She whispered back and then as if being triggered by a cue, they both sat erect in their seats as the cameraman came back.

‘’Welcome to The American Hustle Life Experience!’’ he said to them in english, his accent was hella thick and it made Bella smile a bit. He kind of reminded her of her dad. Spoke english perfectly but his accent wouldn’t go away.

‘’Please tell us your names and a brief description of what you do for a living.’’ Bella turned to her friend to tell her to go first. First she tried her intro in her bit of Korean she remembered and and the staff reacted with wide eyes and applauses. Then she went on to tell them that she was a photography major and her hometown.

Bella opted completely in Korean;

‘’Hi! My name is Bella and I’m an art major who specializes in dance and Theater. It’s nice be her helping out.’’ She explained. And then she was hit with the question.

‘’You must know a lot about Hip hop yes?’’ She felt a little taken aback by that. She tried to look past the fact that they might have only asked her that because she was black, but there was honestly no other excuse for her. She fought against her external reaction, knowing that her facial expressions always gave away her mood and smiled anyways.

‘’Ah. I actually do know a fair amount about Hip-hop, yes.’’ She answered giving a false smile into the lens but then refocusing her attention on the interviewer’s face. She found her focal point, Things you were supposed to do when performing, it made you appear more like a professional and less nervous than you actually were.

‘’And what does Hip hop mean to you?’’ They asked. Bella’s eyebrows raised and she thought about it for a few seconds.

‘’Hip hop… Well to me, When it’s good and uplifting. It can mean power, It’s culture and a way of life.’’ She fought to speak formally. So she imagined she was just speaking to a Teacher on Campus in Korea. It was easier like that. ‘’I use hip hop in some of my arts, Listening to lyrics and instrumentals and drawing down what I hear.’’ She explained and exhaled nervously. The staff looked content with her answer and smiled at her.

‘’Very beautiful. Thank you.’’ They told her.

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‘’That was the coolest thing ever! I’ve seen you do pretty cool things but that was awesome, Bell.’’ Safiyah told her friend as they waited around. Staff wanted to also make sure they were looking good enough for the cameras, so they were hovering. By A lot.

She kept claiming that she was fine. If she wanted to be extra, she could have been extra. She was relieved when they finally retreated off to focus on whatever else they needed to do.

‘’Okay. The staff said they’ll be here soon. Okay. It’s almost time to meet your future husband.’’ She meant to sound more enthusiastic, But she was a little bored heavily sleepy.

‘’Bella you have to help me charm them! You have such cute dimples. Stop being so cold all the time.’’

‘“Don’t worry. I’ll be nice to your precious Bangtan Boys!’’ She hissed and closed her eyes again. She winced as there was a ridiculous amount of yelling on the other side of the building. What was it, 10am?

‘’I guess they’re waking the boys up.’’ Bella said Sarcastically in the form of a groan.

‘’And you have to be cute like you naturally are. What’s that thing called again? Cute flesh or cute face?’’ Bella groaned and shook her head fiercely.

‘’It’s called Aegyo and I am NOT going to do it.’’ She growled.

It was about 10:35 am when Tony’s tall figure crept up on them. Though she shouldn’t have been startled because of the yelling on the other side of the building. But she had found herself nodding off again, Honestly the girl coup sleep through a tornado if you would let her.

‘’Hey!!’’ Bella nearly jumped at the intrusion. She had her chin in the palm of her hand and was slowly nodding off again. Naturally. She was a little irritated. But if anything she knew that Tony would tell her to leave her attitude outside if he caught up on it. So she fixed her face at once and stared up with half conscious eyes.

‘’Hey, Uncle.’’ she greeted and introduced the tall man to her friend. No, Tony wasn’t really her uncle but he had been a friend of her mother’s for the longest. Both liked to play basketball, Both from Texas. And both had a deep passion for music.

‘’I was surprised when your mom told me Princess Homebody wanted to come help with a project as big as this.’’ He said to them. But then I figured you must have had some influence.’’ he started while jokingly patting her head. Safiyah smiled proudly.

‘’Har Har. I’m doing this for her. But lucky for you, I do like Korean music and I do like sharing culture. So I feel as if I can enjoy this.’’ She told them. But Tony crossed his arms and frowned. ‘’Then can you smile like you wanna enjoy this.’’ Bella bit the inside of her cheek and offered a small smile. It was totally and obviously fake, But Tony laughed.

‘“We’ll work on it.’’ He clapped his hands together and excitement was written all over his face.

‘’So! You guys ready to meet the boys?’’

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are you fucking kidding me???????????????

Just a Friend
Biz Markie
Just a Friend

80’S TUESDAY: Just a Friend by Biz Markie - Some artists are simply made to be the proverbial one-hit wonders.  This NJ-native rapper was a regular of the mid-80’s NYC hip-hop scene.  While he had some underground hits before hitting it big time, he made an appearance on the game show Hollywood Squares, pretty much sealing his one-hit wonder status forever.  It may not have been his fault entirely though as he was distracted by the infamous lawsuit that declared all samples must be cleared by the original artist before usage.

Listening to Just a Friend many years later can, depending on your musical proclivities, be a nostalgic joy or an ear-grating aural journey through off-tune singing hell.  I like to think of it as a bit of good times during an era when hip-hop was fun and cavalier and had an anything goes spirit much in the vein of the Fat Boys.  I do not think that could exist today without getting labelled corny.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain why Marvel thinks that doing hip hop variants is a good idea, when absolutely no announced writers or artists on the new Marvel titles, as of now, are black? Wouldn't correcting the latter be a much better idea than the former?

What does one have to do with the other, really?

There’s nothing like showing up 2,000 miles from home for your first day of boarding school and having a rich white kid from Beverly Hills tell you you’re not black enough. If you’re a black kid from a white suburb, you get that a lot. It’s the kind of thing you hear when hip-hop becomes synonymous with black music. It’s the kind of thing you hear when 80% of that music is purchased by the white suburban kids who then think they know what it means to be black.

Recently Questlove, the leader of famed hip-hop group The Roots, has been publishing a masterful and much-discussed six-part examination of how hip-hop failed the black community. The crux of his argument is that hip-hop has become synonymous with black music — and that’s not a good thing. When hip-hop became dominant, it formed the popular idea of what it means to be black; an idea that excluded black folk musicians like Tracy Chapman or rock musicians like Living Colour. “These days, nearly anything fashioned or put forth by black people gets referred to as ‘hip-hop,’” he writes. It locked black people into a set cultural role, and when it became mainstream, it lost all its ability to fight back against an oppressive, materialistic mainstream culture. His argument is complex, but it’s basically this: Hip-hop’s popularity made a rigid idea of blackness that limits actual black people — the mode of blackness that had kids telling me I wasn’t black enough.
Listen

Keep Ya Head Up - 2Pac

I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up

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Oh the memories, wearing our pants backwards to school, writing our favourite lyrics on jeans  and making dance routines at the bus stop. I still remember our sweet dance that we made in high school to jump. I am saddened to Hear we lost Chris Kelly. Kriss Kross was SOOOOO amazing true and true. So sad may you rest in peace Chris Kelly xo

Since Harry thinks I don’t got it.

Snatch the mic from them, bitch ima let you finish in a minute, yeah that rap was tight but I’m about spit the greatest verse of all time so you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um. Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones. But I’m afraid that it ain’t gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight. It’s an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump from the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow. Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd, you can see the sparks from hot metal. Cold hearted, from the day I bogarted the game. My soul started to rot, fellow. When I’m not even in my harshest you can still get roasted cause Marsh is not mellow. Til I’m toppling from the top I’m not going to stop I’m standing on my Monopoly board. That means I’m on top of my game and it don’t stop til my hip don’t hop anymore. When you’re so good that you can’t say it cause it ain’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore. People just get sick cause you spit these fools can’t drool or dribble a drop anymore. And you can never break my stride. You’ll never slow the momentum at any moment, I’m about to blow. You’ll never take my pride, killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent is getting no mercy, mark my words. Ain’t letting up, relentless, I smell blood. I don’t give a fuck; keep giving them hell. Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love.

Do I listen to "classic" Hip-Hop out of respect for history?

No I do not. I listen to it because I genuinely like it. I don’t force feed myself Rakim in some deranged, dutiful ritual to respect the pioneers.  I don’t listen to Big Daddy Kane’s best work for nostalgia’s sake. I don’t like Illmatic because everybody and their mama put’s in the top Hip-Hop albums of all time list. I don’t think these artists I blog about were good “for their time”; I think they are just good. I enjoy good Hip-Hop music no matter when it came out. If you only like classic Hip-Hop out of respect for history, I don’t know what to tell you; but that’s not my style.

Peace and Love,

Gina G