#Detroit rapper clothing

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Love Game

Author’s Note : shoutout to @shady-577 for texting me the idea for this 👀. Y’all think I’m the Angst queen ? You haven’t met this amazing human being 😂.

TW : ANGST

Marshall raised an eyebrow when he walked in Denaun’s place and noticed shopping bags everywhere. He knew his friends liked clothing but the quantity was over the top. The whole living room was filled with tons of new clothes, with items from various designers’ most recent collections.

- New wardrobe ? He asked.

- Yeah, I figured I could use an update, his friend shrugged. Apparently, I should try wearing things that are more fitted.

- Who said that ? He chuckled. Did you hire a stylist too ?

- I’m just trying to keep up, man, Denaun said evasively. Not everyone wears the same sweatpants and Lions apparel, you know. Maybe it wouldn’t kill you to make an effort either…

- I’m fine, thanks, he chortled. Seriously, though, what’s that for ?

He started looking at the items his friend had bought and noticed it wasn’t only clothes. He spotted bags from various stores, containing expensive candles and even skincare. That’s the it hit him : there was a lady. And like the asshole he very much was, he was not about to lose an opportunity to make fun of his best friend.

- I know your fifties are just around the corner but… skincare ? He asked with a smirk.

- I need to moisturize, Denaun replied. My skin’s a little dry.

- And the candles ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. Just admit it ! You’re seeing someone !

His friend gave him an annoyed look and sighed, not denying anything. It made sense. As refined as Denaun could be, he was not the type to invest in $90 candles that smelled like peonies. His friend had not really been in luck with the ladies, in the past years, and he was happy he finally found someone. He was a great guy and he deserved some happiness.

- What’s her name ? He asked.

- Shut up, Denaun replied in embarrassment.

- She hot ? He asked with a smirk. Slutty ?

- Man, don’t talk about her like that ! His friend snapped.

- I was just asking, he said in his own defense.

Damn. If he was getting defensive, it must mean he really liked that girl. Whoever she was, he just hoped she was worth it. Denaun was a sweet guy but he had a knack for only attracting the wrong girls, the ones who ended up playing him. He also knew he was to blame, in a way : he couldn’t count the times when women dates his friends in hope to get closer to him. He had always tried to make his friends benefit from his status but, when it came to the ladies, it wasn’t too easy and a lot of them were only interested because of the money or the fact that they could meet Eminem, without really caring about the guys they were dating. Before he could say anything more, they heard the doorbell and, minutes later, you were walking in, carrying bags of freshly baked cupcakes, both sweet and salty.

- Hi boys, you said before giving both of them a peck on the cheek. Where are the others ?

- Running late, Denaun said. Let me help you with that.

He grabbed the bags of cupcakes and went to put them in the kitchen, while you babbled to him about the flavors. You were so cute, thinking about everyone and what they liked. You had memorized everyone’s favorites so that you could make them. You had walked into their life a couple of months ago and the whole group agreed that you were the sweetest thing on earth. With your fluttery eyelashes and warm smile, you managed to turn these Detroit rappers into gentlemen and, whether it was Bizarre, Swift, Kuniva, Denaun or Marshall, they were at your beck and call. You had them wrapped around your finger, especially when you wore your flowy sundresses. Marshall was partial to your white one. The last time he had seen it, it was in a ball, on the floor of your bedroom, while he was fucking you senseless. Ironically, it was the night you wore this innocent little number that he had discovered what a freak you could be, happy that he had finally given in on the attraction. Your chemistry was off the charts and, looking back, he was surprised either of you had waited that long before sealing the deal. He kept on looking at you while you were talking to Denaun, remembering the view he had when he fucked you from behind and you were begging him to go harder. The memory almost gave him a boner and he wondered if you wearing the white dress was intentional, debating whether or not it should happen again. On the one hand, the sex had been so great only a fool would turn down the opportunity for more but, on the other, he didn’t want to make things complicated. The two of you were friends and you fit right within the group. If he slept with you again, you might get the wrong idea, catch feelings, and it would ruin the whole thing. The others wouldn’t forgive him either : they were all protective of you and they loved having you around, enjoying your sarcastic comments, terrific cooking skills and encouragements. He didn’t want to hurt you. Even though you weren’t nearly as innocent as the others imagined you were, you were a sweet little thing.

- I need to go and put these away, Denaun said as he gestured to the bags.

- You went shopping ? You asked.

- I think he’s got someone to impress, Marshall couldn’t help but grin.

- You mentioned something about fits and neutral colors, Denaun said as he royally ignored Marshall.

- Glad to know you take my advice, you giggled. Wait… is that the Dyptique candle I mentioned ?

- Figured it wouldn’t hurt to try a new smell for the house, he shrugged nervously. You were right. Peonies is a nice scent.

You giggled and pecked him on the cheek, happy to notice he was taking your advice. Marshall quietly stared as you brushed Denaun’s shoulder, mentioning something about his biceps being bigger. You being all touchy-feely wasn’t surprising, you were like that with everyone, but his friend was looking all flustered. That’s when he realized what should have been obvious : you were the girl Denaun was doing all of this for. Of all people in the group, the two of them were the guys you were closest with but he had never interpreted your friendship with Denaun to be more than that. He wasn’t too sure of how he felt about it, though. Did you hook up with him too ? Did he mistake some slutty behavior for some off the charts chemistry ? He frowned and kept to himself the whole afternoon, even when the others joined. He didn’t talk and, instead, paid attention to your every move. You were the flirty type, for sure. Always had been. But it was painfully obvious that Denaun was under your spell, making sure to make room for you on the couch, fluffing the pillow on your side, making sure you always had a glass in your hand. The worst part was that you didn’t even seem to realize it. How could you though ? You were used to all of them giving you the princess treatment all the time. It was like some magic power you had : whenever you walked into a room, you managed to turn gangsters into southern gentlemen. You did it gracefully, effortlessly, pecking their cheek, giving them nicknames and batting your eyelashes. Even himself was guilty of giving you a special treatment, falling victim to your « Hi handsome », spoken in your sultry voice that could draw anyone in. He was always soft with you. Everyone was. They were all whipped. You had often joked about not needing a boyfriend or husband because your rapper friends kept you happy, but now that it was obvious that Denaun had feelings, it was sad. The worst part about it is that he was protective, urging the others to put some respect on your name whenever they made some joke. His friend was a great guy, who obviously only had the best intentions, unlike himself whose actions towards you were more so driven by lust and desire. When everyone went home, he decided to confront Denaun.

- So… Y/N, huh ? He asked as he scratched his throat.

- Is it that obvious ? Denaun asked with a worried look on his face.

- I don’t know, he shrugged. Have you guys fucked around ?

- No, no, his friend assured him. She’s not like that. She’s a lady.

If only he knew the lady he was mentioning had been on her knees, weeks ago, begging for him to choke her. It was almost painful, at this point. If he had known of his friend’s feelings, he never would have given in on the attraction.

- Does she know ? He questioned. That you like her ?

- No, his friend sighed. I wanted to ask her out but… when she mentioned she wasn’t looking for anyone, I didn’t dare. Plus, I wouldn’t want to ruin the friendship.

- You really care, huh ?

- Man, I don’t want to sound corny or whatever but… I think I’m in love with her, his hype man confessed.

- In love ?! With Y/N ?! He almost gasped.

- Man, have you seen her ? Denaun asked. She’s so beautiful. And so nice to us. And for once, there’s a woman who sees us, praises us as emcees. She’s always hyping me up, I can talk to her about my own projects. Finally, there’s a woman who doesn’t only sees me as your hype man. No offense, bro. Love the job but… you know. Most of the time, you’re Eminem and we’re chopped liver. Y/N, she’s not like that. She treats us all the same.

He hummed and looked away, hoping he would be able to have a neutral expression. The last thing he needed was to crush his friend’s heart and tell him that, though you did treat them all the same most of the time, he had painted your walls white, weeks ago, and made you cry tears of pleasure, abusing each and every one of your walls, doing some nasty shit to you.

- I’ll tell her, eventually, he shrugged.

- About your feelings, you mean ? He asked.

- Yeah. I want to treat her right, give her what she deserves, his friend said with a smile. I’ve never met a girl like her. She’s special.

- That, she is, he agreed.

Marshall liked you. He liked you a lot. You always brightened his day, laughing at his stupid jokes, keeping him fed and down to earth, with your cooking and humor. You also kept him humble. There was nothing not to like about you, lovely person that you were and, in hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that Denaun had fallen for you. And his friend was right : you did deserve the world, as well as a man who was willing to give it to you. Only he knew he couldn’t be that man. He didn’t want to, either. As great as you were, dating wasn’t in the cards and he knew it. He would have gladly enjoyed you as a friend with benefits but he couldn’t do that to Denaun. Not when his feelings were so sweet, so noble.

That night, for the first time, he didn’t reply right away when you texted him and he even found some lame excuse not to see you, when you asked if he wanted to come by your place. There was no way he could keep on fucking you and, with the chemistry the two of you shared, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle himself if he was alone with you. There was something terribly intoxicating about your pheromones and, whenever he was in your presence, he couldn’t see straight, only being able to focus on you, anything you did and said. You tried reaching out to him regularly but ended up giving up. The two of you crossed paths a couple of weeks later, when Denaun invited you to listen to some beats he’d made in his hope studio. When you walked in, everyone greeted you with a hug, as usual, except for Marshall, who was rather cold. You were extremely hurt that he would give you the cold shoulder, this behavior being so unlike him. So far, he had always been extremely warm towards you but now, you could feel him take a step back and it broke your heart. He ignored you for most of the day, even though you regularly glanced at him. He was acting normal with the others and you were the only one he was different with. When he went to the kitchen to grab a drink in the fridge, you followed him.

- Marshall ? You asked nervously.

- Mmmh ? He asked without so much as looking at you.

- Ahem… can we talk ?

- I should go back to the others, he replied coldly.

- Marsh, it’s sort of important, you pressed him. Can we go outside ?

- What is it ? He sighed.

- We need to talk about… you know… us, you babbled. I mean, what happened…

- There’s no us, he said immediately. Nothing happened.

- Are you serious ? You asked in disbelief.

- Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean there’s anything between us, Y/N, he said coldly. You don’t mean anything, alright ?!

You bit your lip, visibly flushed with embarrassment and overcome with sadness. Marshall stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Your face was crumbling but his was steady, unmoved. His gaze was cold, devoid of emotion. You scoffed and mumbled an « ok then » before turning and meeting Denaun’s gaze. He looked visibly hurt.

- I was coming to get you guys but, obviously, you have your own stuff, he said in a sad voice.

- Shit, bro, it-its not-, Marshall began.

- I don’t want to talk to you, man, Denaun replied.

You were about to say something, at least try and mumble an apology but, before you could get any word out of your mouth, you started feeling dizzy and nauseous. You ran to the nearest bathroom, tears in your eyes, holding your nonexistent stomach. So much for telling Marshall you wet pregnant, you guessed.

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The Shelter | Eminem—Marshall Mathers

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summary: you meet eminem at the shelter when your friend drags you along to your first show

pairing: fem! reader x marshall mathers/eminem

words: 1.7k

The night sky across Detroit had stars splattered across the pitch black sky. It was so beautiful that many people that called the 313 their home, momentarily forgot the weight that was bearing on their shoulders, walking across the street towards the shelter with their heads facing the sky. Lauren grabbed your hand so the two of you could sprint across the street to follow a crowd full of people into the Shelter. It was your first time ever going to step foot in the shelter. Lauren was a huge fan of rap and hip hop and had forced you to go since her other friends had planned for the night. You squeezed through a crowd full of people that were waiting in front of the line. ‘Aren’t we supposed to line up?’

‘No,’ she replied, barely looking over your shoulder, still tugging your body until she had reached the bouncers. Neither of them said anything. They gave her body a quick scan and stepped aside, letting her pass into a tight and dark hallway, with flickering lights barely illuminating enough light to see where you were going.It seemed less than a second when she let go of your arm and disappeared as soon as she let go.

‘Lauren!’ You called out, stopping in your tracks to try and find her. ‘Lauren?’ You continued to walk along the hall, no idea where you were going or where it was heading.

It was an eerie atmosphere trapped among the building, filled with people you didn’t know and people double your size. It felt clammy, uncomfortable and you needed space to breathe. Luckily the further you continued down the hall you eventually found a bathroom. Opening the door you took a few steps into the room before you collided with a hard wall, or so you thought. No wall, just a man. He had bleach-blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a pointy nose. He was hot. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, his jaw flexed as he stared at you, somewhat intimidatingly.

‘Sorry,’ you said, not moving from your spot.

‘You’re good.’ He replied, his voice laced with drugs that perked up your ears like a deer. He said nothing more than a few words yet they felt like they had sung to your soul, ready to listen to what he had to say. ‘Are you here to watch the show?’

‘Yeah,’ faint smile, lips freshly coated with a sheer red lip. ‘Are you here to watch or perform?’

‘Perform hopefully,’ He adjusted his beanie, his pale skin contrasting the dark washed clothes that hung off his body, barely a silhouette to be seen.

‘Good luck out there.’

‘Thanks.’ He didn’t smile but his face wasn’t as stern as it had been before. Probably one of those men that barely smile or show emotions.

The man you wanted to ask for his name walked past you in a hurry, the whiff of his cheap cologne the only thing that stayed inside the bathroom. Barely getting a chance to mentally go over your encounter you heard the faint voice of Lauren behind you and followed it until you saw her up front before the stage waving you over with a big smile. You walked over and awaited the performance of the mystery man. When he came on stage it was like you were living through his emotions. You could tell he was nervous, maybe you only thought that because he had teased it with you but his eyes looked like there was nothing behind them except rage to rip his opponent to pieces. And that’s what he did. Cypher after cypher, beat after beat, he took majority of the wins and climbed his way to the finale. When the final rappers were announced he had scanned the crowd to look at the people who were cheering on him. His eyes stopped scanning the crown when he laid his eyes upon you, staring at you for so long you were able to flash him a smile and whisper ‘you got this’ which you knew he understood.

The final round demonstrated his flow, speed and creativity on a different level than the rounds before. It was your first show and you knew that second that he had what it took to make a rap legend. When he was crowned winner of the shelter you applauded him like it was only your claps he could hear. When people started to get ready to leave, Lauren had tried holding your hand to not be separated once again but you told her that you wanted to talk to someone and told her you would meet her outside in a few minutes.

‘Hey,’ you walked up to the same blonde boy you had met before. His friends who were talking to him steadily crept away from him and left the two of you alone, knowing that this was a conversation not meant to involve them. ‘I just wanted to say that you absolutely killed it on stage. I know it’s my first time so my comment might not mean much but I just wanted to let you know that you have an incredible talent.’

‘Thank you.’ He replied somewhat dryly. ‘All praise is good.’ His blue eyes stared at you like they had before and before, ready to manipulate you into spilling your secrets. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Y/n.’

‘Eminem. Marshall Mathers.’

‘Nice alliteration,’ you chuckled, earning a small tug on his lip from the monotone face before you. It suited him—a smile. The way his eyes would crinkle. He suited a smile. ‘I hope this won’t be a shot in the dark but can I give you my number?’ Your heart began to race, grabbing the piece of paper with your digits that you had written down right after the bathroom encounter, knowing you wanted to get to know him.

He grabbed the note, roughly inspecting it, ‘I’ll give you a call if I’m interested,’ you gave him an approving smile before he turned around.

Seconds later the sound of your phone rang from your bag, desperately trying to fish out the ringing phone and answering it without looking at the caller. ‘Hello?’

‘Hi.’

‘Who is this?’

‘You know me.’ The voice sounded oddly familiar, you had heard it before but couldn’t recall when.

‘I’m afraid I don’t.’

‘I just wanted to call and say I’m interested.’

The answer popped into your head the same time Marshall turned around with a smirk on his face. Playfully glaring at him you continued to talk over the phone.

‘Really?’

‘Really.’

‘Will you take me out then?’

‘Do you want me to?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then let’s get out of here.’

You hung up the phone and stepped closer to him before you both walked out of the Shelter, walking through areas of Detroit before stepping into a fast food chain to sit down, eat and get to know each other and that night you were already grateful that your life had led you to the shelter.

‘You live around here?’ Marshall asked, taking a sip from his soda, with those eyes that never seemed to stop glaring at you.

‘Yeah,’ you said as you picked up a fry and let it sit before your lips before you had finished your sentence. ‘Born and raised in Palmer Woods.’

‘Palmer Woods?’

‘Yep.’

‘Your family got money?’

‘Why,’ you raised your brows. ‘Is it a problem?’

‘Nah man, I was wondering what a girl like you is doin’ around these parts of Detroit.’

‘Just because I live across 8 Mile doesn’t mean I have to stay there y’know. Most of the people there are stuck up asses anyway.’ You relaxed your back into the booth seat, crossing your legs. ‘Where do you live?’

‘Warren.’

‘Shit neighbourhood.’

‘Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know, Y/n,’ he gave a gloomy reply, taking a bite from his burger, also relaxing into the chair.

‘Do you want to leave?’

‘Nah not really. A nice fucking house would be sweet man but I could never leave the city, you feel me?’

‘Never wish to get away from here? All this bullshit? Crime? I mean it’s fucking exhausting here. We’re all living here never knowing when our last day is our last day.’

‘You scared?’

‘Sometimes but with this in my bag,’ you lifted the handle of a gun only enough for him to see before shoving it away so you wouldn’t accidentally start anything. ‘I feel a lot safer.’

‘That ain’t what I was expecting.’ He chuckled. An actual chuckle. The corners of his lips turned, showing you that faint smile you already loved. ‘You’re kinda different from all the other girls I’ve met.’

‘Positively I hope.’

‘Yeah,’

‘Your house around here?’ You returned the question, not noticing that you had asked him before.

‘Why? Want me to take you?’

‘Just making conversation, Marshall. I’ve known you for less than three hours. Why? Want to take me?’

‘Maybe.’ He smirked, both of your eyes filled with amusement as you finished your food. ‘Not tonight though.’

‘Maybe some other time?’

‘I’ma be honest with you,’ he put his elbows on the table. ‘You’ll probably see my house once but will never go in. My mom ain’t a pretty sight.’

‘I won’t judge you for your house.’

‘I don’t care what anyone thinks but I like you, Y/n, no way in hell am I showing that shit hole so soon.’

‘It’s okay,’ you smiled. ‘I’m more interested in you than your house anyway.’

‘What are you sweet-talking me for?’ Marshall playfully squinted his eyes.

‘Is it working?’

‘Man, you got me good.’

‘Good.’ You bit your lip, ‘Let’s get outta here.’ You got out of the booth and walked out with Marshall by your side as he walked you home, taking the time to get to know each other. At your front door it seemed like neither of you knew how to say goodbye, the two of you standing across each other, the dim entrance light casting a shadow across his face.

‘Thank you.’ You said.

‘No worries.’

‘Call me,’ you took a step towards him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

‘I will, Y/n. You won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon.’ He smirked, both his hands balled into the pockets of his hoodie.

‘Good.’

‘Good.’

‘Good night, Marshall Mathers.’

‘Good night, Y/n.’

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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 23

About: Genji never expects to spend her afternoon being dragged around on a shopping spree by Eminem's daughters, but somehow, she finds herself caught up in their camaraderie. Unlike the world she knew, where admiration came with distance and expectations, they treated her like one of their own, teasing and bickering as if she had always been part of their lives. But when an invitation to their home arises, Genji hesitates, uncertain whether crossing that threshold again is something she is ready for or secretly wants.

"Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey" Chapter List: Verse 1 | Verse 2 | Verse 3 | Verse 4 | Verse 5 | Verse 6 | Verse 7 | Verse 8 | Verse 9 | Verse 10 | Verse 11 | Verse 12 | Verse 13 | Verse 14 | Verse 15 | Verse 16 | Verse 17 | Verse 18 | Verse 19 | Verse 20 | Verse 21 | Verse 22 | Verse 23 | Verse 24 | Verse 25 | Verse 26 | Verse 27

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

Genji hadn't meant to come back here again. But somehow, it eventually became a habit like an unspoken ritual after studio sessions in L.A. Unlike the sprawling boulevards of California, Detroit was much quieter. The words and melodies jammed in her mind like a traffic-clogged highway, honking but going nowhere. Its grit and charm wove into every cracked sidewalk and sun-warmed storefront.

It reminded her of home in some way. The old brick buildings pressed against newer developments, high-end boutiques and mom-and-pop shops that refused to be edged out. The streets hummed with a quiet resilience, a blend of past and present where faded murals whispered stories of the city's soul. Neon signs flickered beside rusted fire escapes, while the scent of grilled street food tangled with the crisp aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Today, though, the air was thick with summer heat pressing against her skin; the concrete radiated warmth beneath her sneakers, sending up faint waves of distortion in the distance. She pulled her hoodie lower over her face out of habit, though it didn't do much to block the sun's relentless glare. The humidity clung to her, stubborn and unyielding, wrapping around her like a second skin. Even the occasional breeze felt heavy, offering little relief before vanishing into the heat.

She had just stepped out of a record store, tucking a small bag under her arm, when a chorus of familiar voices cut through the din of the streets.

"No way. That's her, right?"

"Told you she'd be here!"

"You guys are so obvious. Just say hi already."

Genji turned toward the voices and found herself face-to-face with three young girls, who could barely contain their glee. She recognised Hailie instantly. The two beside her were new, but it wasn’t hard to guess — Whitney and Alaina. They stood clustered together, dressed in casual summer clothes, their expressions shifting between excitement, amusement, and mild exasperation.

"Hey," Hailie greeted first with hands in her hoodie pocket, smirking. "Fancy running into you here."

Genji arched a brow. "You say that like you didn't just track me down."

Whitney let out a small giggle. "Okay, fine, we might've had a hunch."

Alaina rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "More like these two dragged me along for this."

Hailie shot her a look. "You didn't have to come."

The oldest scoffed. "Right, because you two totally wouldn't have kept texting me updates the entire time."

Whitney grinned, rocking on her heels. "You act like you're not a little bit curious."

Genji watched the exchange, lips twitching. Something was refreshing about their dynamic: casual and easy like they'd done this a thousand times before. It made her feel a little less like an outsider.

She shifted the bag under her arm. "Alright, so what's the plan? You corner me in the middle of the street, then what?"

Hailie smirked. "Now, we make you hang out with us."

Genji let out a soft laugh. "That so?"

Whitney nodded enthusiastically. "Yep. We were just gonna check out some stores, maybe grab food later. Unless you're too cool for that?"

Alaina crossed her arms, smirking. "Pretty bold of you to assume she has better things to do."

Genji huffed, amused. "Alright, you got me. Guess I have no choice."

Hailie gave a satisfied nod. "Exactly. You're one of us now."

It was said so offhandedly, so naturally, that the rapper had no room to argue. Not that she wanted to.

She glanced at them — three girls, vastly different yet somehow in sync — and felt a rare sense of ease settle in her chest.

"Alright, lead the way."

What was supposed to be a quick run-in turned into an entire afternoon. The girls led her from store to store, dragging her into places she never would've stepped into alone: trendy boutiques packed with clothes she’d never wear, a quiet little café wedged between towering buildings, even a beauty supply shop where Whitney practically forced her to try on different shades of lip gloss.

Genji had never spent this much time around teenage girls before, and she wasn't sure what she expected. Growing up, she had always been the little sister in a world of big brothers — the youngest in the Japanese underground rap scene, surrounded by men who had shaped her, challenged her, and, in their own rough way, cared for her. Back then, she had to be tough and sharp, always ready to prove she belonged. There was no room for frivolous outings, no one dragging her into shops just to mess around with lip gloss and accessories.

And outside of the rap scene, things weren't much different. In Japan, people kept a polite distance, admiration laced with formality. Even as she gained recognition, she was always separate; she was respected, but never quite with anyone. But they kept a line between them and her like she was something to observe, not someone to just be with. Even when she wasn't working, she was an artist first, a person second.

So she wasn't sure what she expected. Maybe for them to be reserved around her, treating her like some untouchable rapper or an outsider in their world. But they didn't. They talked to her like they had always known her, grabbing her hand and dragging her into a store just for fun.

Whitney grabbed a bottle of shimmery lip gloss and held it up to Genji's face, tilting her head in consideration. "Okay, this one. It'll look really good on you."

Genji blinked at her. "Why?"

The girl grinned. "Because I said so." She popped open the tube before Genji could protest.

"I don't really wear..."

"Just try it," Whitney insisted, already swiping the gloss across her lips.

Genji gave in with a quiet sigh, glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror. She barely recognised herself; the sheen softened her usual sharp look. It wasn't bad, though.

Hailie nudged her with a knowing smirk. "You like it."

Genji hesitated before muttering, "It's not terrible."

Whitney beamed like she had won a jackpot.

Alaina then held up a pair of oversized sunglasses. "These are ridiculous."

"Lemme see," Hailie said, taking them and shoving them onto Genji's face before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god, you look like a rich grandma."

Whitney gasped. "A fabulous rich grandma."

Genji sighed dramatically, adjusting the glasses. "Guess I need a little dog in a purse to complete the look."

Alaina snorted. "You joke, but I bet you'd pull it off."

Genji shook her head, lips twitching despite herself.

Moments like this felt foreign to her: watching them bicker over which colour suited her best, shove random accessories at her to try on for fun, and tease each other with the same ease as any group of close siblings. And somehow, without even thinking about it, they pulled her into it too. She found herself caught up in the normalcy of it all, something rare in her world; no cameras, studio deadlines, expectations. Just them on a shopping spree the thick summer air, and the occasional breeze that did little to fight the heat.

She hadn't realised how much she missed this kind of normalcy.

By the time they stepped out of yet another shop (this one stocked with handmade jewellery), Genji felt herself wilting. She dragged a hand down her face, sighing. "Alright, I give. I think I'm officially overheated."

Hailie, who had been fanning herself with a small shopping bag, huffed. "Yeah, it's brutal today. We should go somewhere cool before one of us actually melts."

Whitney perked up. "We can go home! It's not far."

Genji hesitated. Home. She knew exactly whose home that was.

It wasn't that she hadn’t been there before. She had, once — by accident. Back then, she hadn't realised whose house she had stepped into until she was already inside, surrounded by framed photos and the kind of warmth she didn't expect from a place belonging to him. But this time, she knew. And it wasn't just about Eminem. It was about the girls treating her like she belonged there, like this wasn't a big deal.

Alaina caught the flicker of hesitation, waving a dismissive hand. "It's fine. Our dad's probably not even back yet."

That wasn't exactly the part Genji was worried about. She wasn't sure if she should be walking into his home again. But perhaps deep down, a part of her wanted to.

Before she could come up with an excuse, Whitney latched onto her arm, tugging her forward. "Come on, you've been inducted into the sisterhood at this point."

Hailie shot her a knowing grin over her shoulder. "Yeah, no backing out now."

Genji snorted, shaking her head. "You guys are relentless."

Alaina smirked. "You love it."

Genji rolled her eyes but let them pull her along. She wasn't sure if she was making a mistake. Although, she didn't mind finding out.

[cosmicbash]

bottom Kells against the wall? like at a company party where ppl think they’re still beefing but they’re actually dating so they decide to be a bit risky that night and fuck in supply closet while trying to keep the noise down but Em’s doing the most to make Kells scream

"You're insane-" Colson's right. Marshall is feeling pretty crazy tonight, but the giddy energy behind the blonde's words as he hikes him higher up the length of the door only flaunts how quickly his partner is adapting to match his energy.

"Definitely. But you love it-" He's honestly not even sure this position will work for them, its cramped enough in the little cleaning closet they've snuck into without adding in the younger rapper's exhausting height. "Can you grab onto the frame?"

"What? You want me to hold myself up now too? Sheesh-" Colson's pretty blue eyes are rolling, but his kiss bitten lips are still smiling even as he reaches up over himself to grasp onto the thick outcrop above the door. Hoisting himself up another inch.

"You're the one who wasn't happy with just second base." There's a scrambling of clothes now, flappy suit jackets moved aside and his hoodie being tucked as high under his chin as Marshall can bear.

They've gotta at least try to contain the mess they're about to make. A few stains can easily be hidden, but not a whole splatter.

Marshall's jeans are barely shuffled down past his thighs before the legs around his waist pull him closer. Colson's body rocking down hard against him. "If you're gonna defile me in public then you better do it properly babe," The bastards cheekiness isn't at all deterred by the shaky gasp breaking through his words once Marshall's cock slides wet across his ass. "Go big or go home."

It's the last bit of challenging encouragement Marshall needs to follow through with his plans and line his cock up with Colson's already stretched hole. He's thanking whatever God exists above that the blonde happily worked himself open during their earlier blowjob. Multitasking like that just might save them the few extra minutes they'll be gone that might cause people to start growing suspicious.

"Yeah? How about we do both?" His own voice feels a little tight once the head pushes past his partner's tight rim. Eyes fluttering and chest rising on the slow sink down Colson's iron clad grip is giving his cock. "Fuck-" He almost can't continue, but a quick swallow to clear his throat pushes the rest of his words out. "Let me bring you home with me for round 2?"

They've never gone that far. Marshall actually bringing Colson back to his home. Not that he hasn't tried before. The blonde always has some excuse, or argument.

Why does he have to fly all the way down to Detroit? Can't Marshall ever meet him in the middle? Oh but there’s this new hotel that just opened up he wants to visit. He doesn't want to impose-

The list grows longer and longer every time Marshall asks or offers.

Which is why he's surprised by Colson's humming response of. "Make me scream and I'll go wherever you say."

"Really?" Marshall's breath feels caught in his throat, all movement coming to a halt so he can just stare, take in Colson's pretty, smug face.

"Yeah." The blonde's lashes flutter with a chuckle. "We both know you wont. So I've got nothing to lose."

Yeah, because being loud will get them caught. Celebrities are just as nosey as reporters when it comes to the sound of two people bumping uglies in a broom closet mid parry. The gossip that can come out of it is too hard to resist for anyone walking by.

Despite knowing this, the promise of finally bringing Colson home and adoring his partner's body in his own bed and fine sheets is just too needed for the rapper to deny himself.

So his fingers tighten down around Colson's hips without another thought. Palms cupping them firm to yank the other man down to meet his sudden thrust. The immediate arch of a back and surprised shout of a gasp to his attack only encouraging him more.

"W-woah, ah, wait- fuck, w-wait a second-" Colson's eyes are wide, and his pretty mouth open even wider. Hole clamping down tight like a vice around Marshall's cock as his whole body tenses. As if it can keep him stuck inside and slow down the fast lift and drop back down that follows before his words even finish.

Once Marshall's gotten started its hard to stop. Not with such an important reward on the line too. Fuck their rules they have or the risk. He's going to fuck Colson as hard as physically possible.

---

Found this sitting in the drafts, so ill toss it out to clear up space 😪

[soukita]

RICK OWENS AND HIS INFLUENCE ON YOUNG ADULTS AND THEIR FASHION JOURNEYS

The fashion industry is forever evolving, inspiring a new generation of young teens and adults to express their individuality through the language of clothes. In the midst of the fashion industry, many people have shared their love for clothing by designing and creating new pieces that can influence a group of disciples for years to come. Rick Owens and Michèle Lamy are two influential figures who completely changed the fashion industry with their intricate designs and unique silhouettes whilst helping introduce many people, of all different backgrounds, to avant-garde fashion. The fashion industry continues to fluctuate in terms of what is and what is not popular due to the rapidity of trend cycles and the gentrification of fashion. Rick Owens has gained a lot of traction in recent years due to widespread popularity on social media such as TikTok, Instagram and Pinterest. This wide-spread popularity can be attributed to numerous celebrity endorsements and collaborations. I interviewed two Rick Owens enthusiasts: Bailey Anderes and Chase Walker comparing the influence Rick Owens has had on their respective fashion journeys. Walker, a 23 year old reseller from Detroit and Anderes, a 19 year old Fashion Student from New York, both have different journeys in finding their own route in the fashion industry, however they both share a common admiration for the brand. 

When did you first get into the brand Rick Owens?:

Walker: “When I was about 16-17 I saw Kanye wearing this Rick parka and ever since then it’s been on my radar.”

Anderes: “Around sophomore year. So about 4 years ago.”

What inspired you to get into fashion, specifically Rick Owens?:

Walker: “Back in 2016, I was in several online communities, mostly on Reddit and Kanyetothe. This is when we were coming out of the Yeezus era and I saw a lot of affluent people wearing Rick such as A$AP Rocky and Kanye. This era is when a lot of people were getting into Rick because of celebrities. It wasn’t until 2019 that I actually started buying Rick because I had started downsizing by selling my thrifted clothing on Instagram. Then, when COVID happened, I lost my job and used my stimulus checks to invest in my business, importing and dealing with designer goods, mostly Rick.”

Anderes: “I think the dark, drape, and brutal style is super cool. Seeing my dad wear suits early on definitely made me want to look fashionable”.

Do you think the location of where you live affects your fashion sense?

Walker: “Detroit is a fashion desert. Short answer, yes”.

Anderes: “Absolutely. I grew up in Wisconsin. And that’s honestly what pushed me into Instagram and websites, so I began seeing and reading about designers there.”

“One thing about Rick is that it has such longevity because it’s the only brand in the public eye that is “dark wear adjacent”

Rick Owens has gained an insane amount of popularity in the recent months, why do you think that is and do you think gatekeeping the brand has aided its exclusivity?

Walker: “Definitely has to do with the Converse and Birkenstock collab, Rappers like Gunna and Playboi Carti and Tyrone Dylan’s influence on the brand with Kiss Heels and the more glam look also have had a major influence. One thing about Rick is that it has such longevity because it’s the only brand in the public eye that is “dark wear adjacent”.

Anderes: “Yes. Gatekeeping Rick Owens definitely would allow them to be less popular, however with collaborations with Converse and Veja, they end up hitting a lower price tier bracket so it’s more accessible. Also gatekeeping Rick is still a thing, there are a lot of collectors who don’t like how popular it’s getting so they tend to stray away from giving out a lot of info”.

When a brand gets really popular in mainstream media and fashion, it is inevitable that fakes start to appear in the market more frequently. Have you ever bought any fakes?

Walker: I’ve bought so many fakes by accident. I think it’s weird if you wear it. Money is out there, there are very little things you cannot afford when it comes to clothes. If you have $200 but the piece you want is $500, just wait until your next paycheck. Counterfeiters don’t intend to fool the buyers, they are selling to a customer. If you really care about the piece, you’ll look diligently to make sure what you’re buying is real”.

Anderes: “Unbeknownst to me yes, I also was on Canal Street and got a fake Prada hat cause it was funny”.

Do you think the price tag of some of Rick Owens pieces are worth it? In terms of quality and honing your personal style?

Walker: “Short answer: yes, value is a complicated concept. I can buy a Gildan shirt from Walmart and as soon as I walk out the door the value depreciates, however I can buy a piece and as time goes by I can get back the money I paid, or more, if I resell it”.

Anderes: “Retail? No. Resell? Definitely not. You have to be patient to find a good deal nowadays. I used to have a lot of Rick Owens. I collected a lot from SS02 and I was able to pick it up for pretty cheap a few years ago. Now, not so much”.

Rick Owens has created such a big community that truly brings people in the fashion world together. There’s a private discord, accessed only by invite, that allows enthusiasts to have an open discussion with other archivists and devotees to the brand where one is able to chat, share their newest pieces, and oftentimes sell to each other. Owens, a bi-sexual man, has also used the brand as a way to blur the lines of gender steryotypes (creating the famous “KISS Heels” that many hetoro-sexual men are now wearing). I asked Walker if he thought Owens himself has had an influence in breaking these gender norms:

Walker: “Yes but not really. A lot of men who are wearing Kiss heels are some of the most homophobic and bigoted people, but they dont even realize the meaning behind the piece. You cannot look at these muses Rick has and not think this isn’t a little queer. Some people are just so close-minded and blinded by their own delusion that they’ll wear anything hype even if they don’t support it. Rick operates in such a peculiar space, being a designer endorsed by rappers and hype while simultaneously androgyny and femininity”.

Anderes and Walker are both different in age, style and location, however they both share one thing in common and that is their self expression through fashion and their work. Walker a reseller and Anderes a writer both hone their experiences in the fashion industry to continue utilizing their craft in order to evolve.

As fashion keeps evolving, Owen’s brand will too, and currently he is in the midst of releasing another collaboration with Converse. As Anderes said, people are still gatekeeping Rick Owens, but with his continuation of collaborations and releases that appeal to the masses, the brand seems as if it will continue to be a staple on social media and in everyone’s wardrobe.

“Rick operates in such a peculiar space, being a designer endorsed by rappers and hype while simultaneously androgyny and femininity”

[dustedmagazine]

G.T. — Money Counter Music Vol. 2: Born in It (Money Counter Music)

This follow-up to G.T.’s Money Counter Music is close to a disaster. On the new tape, the Detroit rapper endlessly recycles clichés. G.T. was always an underdog, standing in the shadow of Peezy and Babyface Ray, his former partners in the Team Eastside days. Now the days when people “tried to hoe me and lil bro me” are over for him, and he proclaims himself The Vet (as he names one of the tracks here). He has got his own style, yet he has hardly ever been a frontrunner. Every G.T. CD includes two or three listenable cuts and a lot of low quality filler. Money Counter Music Vol. 1 was no exception: it had a few catchy opening songs where G.T. shone on the hook with his groovy half-singing and the slick rapping, but that was all.

Money Counter Music Vol. 2 is a bad copy of the first tape. G.T., it seems, was too busy counting money to put much effort into his little songs. Most of the time he doesn’t even try to rhyme, just piling up lines as they come into his head. On “Road Running” he pairs “bingo” and “Pacino,” “running” and “road running.” On another track it’s “Celine” and “cheese.” Even on the best cut, “The Vet”, he’s doing a sub-par job of freestyling: “I'm on another level, adding money like I'm Elon \ Remember momma used to drop me off in her Neon \ I used to tell myself all the time, we'll be fine \ Touchdown, I'm in my primetime like Deion.”

The opening and closing tracks (like “Without It,” “Paper,” “The Vet”) are at least mildly amusing. What’s in the middle is shopping lists and sale catalogues made into songs. The Detroit rapper either lists his designer clothes, golden watches and premium cars or offers every kind of drug on sale (���Talkin' hard dope, makin' the soft dough \ I done sold it straight, beat it down like I'm Herbo”). It becomes exhausting, especially when guests appear. They have no chemistry with G.T. and their lines make even less sense than those of G.T.

G.T. ran out of things to rap five years ago, yet he still makes music. He is still an artist to watch out for, but only in micro-doses.

Ray Garraty

[flirting-with-psychology]

🌸✨WILDFLOWER-APOLLO’S 300 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL✨🌸

LETS GET PERSONAL!

1. what’s your full name? 

No

2. when’s your birthday? 

November 26

3. what does your URL mean? 

I like psychology and I like thinking about crushes

4. who’s your celebrity crush? T

om Hiddleston

5. are you single or taken? 

Taken

6. rant. let it all out babe. 

Fuck jobs fuck capitalism 

7. are you named after anyone? 

My grandmother

8. do you have or want children? if so, how many? 

Possibly, if so then 2

9. do you relate to any fictional characters? 

Yeah, several. The ones that come to mind are Gatsby and Queen Regina

10. do you have any plants? 

Yes

11. what are you currently wearing? 

A jumper

12. describe your aesthetic in emojis. 

I’m on my laptop lol, not gonna try to do a survey on my phone

13. do you have any bad habits? 

Oh yes. Procrasting, instant gratification, being late, eating like crap, obsessing over stuff

14. what’s your sexuality? 

Mostly straight

15. what’s the last song you sang? 

Currently singing The Rose Song from HSMTMTS

16. what are your favorite colors? 

Pink, green, blue

17. are you and introvert, ambivert, or extrovert? 

Ambivert

18. describe your current mood in emojis. 

Again, laptop

19. is there anyone you’d do anything for? 

Probably not anything

20. what fascinates you? 

Random stuff, currently chemistry, music, crafts, and space

21. favorite artists? 

Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo

22. what outfit makes you feel confident? 

Fancy dresses

23. favorite flower? 

Idk

24. favorite season? 

Fall

25. favorite tv show/movie? 

TV show: Friends. Movie: Back to the Future

26. what do you like in a person?

Sense of humor, easy to talk to, common interests, attractive

27. least favorite color?

Idk maybe like muddy yellow

28. first crush?

Aidan in kindergarten

29. how long do you usually sleep?

When I don’t set an alarm, till like 1pm

30. what celebrity do people say you look like?

None really. I think I look like Lea Michele but I’m probably not that pretty

31. favorite scent?

Citrus

32. do you have/want any pets? if so, how many?

I don’t have any currently, I have had 4 cats and I want to get another cat

33. what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color, what would it be?

Brown, I want to try a red ombre

34. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Pretty good

35. do you take a yearly vacation?

No

36. what is your biggest fear?

Spiders

37. what do you wear to bed?

PJs or a nightgown

38. best memory?

Idk

39. best feeling you’ve ever experienced?

Probably when everyone liked my video or jokes, or when a crush likes me back

40. best gift you’ve ever received?

Half of the cost of my car

41. what’s your skincare routine?

Wash it once a day, rinse face twice a day, moisturize 

42. favorite book?

Harry Potter

43. favorite song?

All Too Well by Taylor Swift

44. favorite album?

It changes a lot, currently Sour by Olivia Rodrigo

45. share your playlist or a playlist you love!

Nah

46. dream destination?

I’d like to visit Ireland

47. best subject? favorite subject, least favorite?

Best was probably math, favorites were science and arts, least favorite was english

48. do you prefer baggy, loose, or tight clothes?

Semi-loose but with some form

49. punk or pastel?

Pastel

50. search your name + core on pinterest & make a moodboard!

Nah

51. if you could travel back to any time period, what would it be & why?

Medieval because i think it’s cool

52. do you have any piercings?

Just my ears

53. do you have any tattoos?

No

54. do you have any siblings?

No

55. are your parents together or divorced?

Divorced

56. do you have any stepparents or step-siblings?

No

57. are your parents strict?

My mom was kinda

58. do you have a set bedtime?

No lol

59. what state do you live in?

Colorado

60. what are your sun, moon, & rising signs?

Idk, I just know I’m a sagittarius

61. do you share any traits with your signs?

Idk, they’re pretty generic so that everyone feels like it describes them

62. what’s a song that gets you going?

Depends on my mood

63. sweet or sour?

Sweet

64. soft or hard tacos?

Idk, I don’t eat tacos too much

65. what color are your bedroom walls?

Pink and green

66. the color/design of your bedsheets?

Turquoise

67. favorite thing to drink out of?

A glass

68. socks or bare feet around the house?

Bare feet

69. favorite board game?

Lately Dead of Winter

70. favorite video games?

Among Us, Detroit Become Human

71. do you sleep with the fan on or off?

On

72. do you sing in the shower?

Yes

73. favorite song to belt at the top of your lungs when alone?

Satisfied from Hamilton

74. last thing you cried to?

Being stressed over job hunting

75. have you tried any alcoholic beverage before?

Yes

76. gum or breath mints?

Gum

77. favorite pair of shoes you own?

The pink wedges

78. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Way too many, probably like 30 at least

79. what is the natural state of your hair?

A little wavy

80. have you had braces? if yes, how long?

Yes, for 4 years

81. makeup or natural?

Makeup

82. are you a competitive person?

I can be 

83. favorite pasta dish?

Pasta with cheese

84. favorite kind of chips?

Ruffles cheddar and sour cream

85. talk about something your passionate about!

Idk if I’m passionate abot anything

86. what are some of your hobbies?

Crafts, DnD, shopping

87. do you drink coffee? if so, how do you like it?

No

88. favorite kind of pizza?

White pizza with pineapple

89. favorite & least favorite labels that have been put on you?

Idk what labels have been put on me

90. are you religious?

No

91. were you raise religious?

Not really

92. what shoe size do you wear?

7.5-8

93. heroes or villains?

Depends on the character

94. favorite vegetable?

Corn

95. least favorite vegetable?

Broccoli probably

96. favorite dessert?

Chocolate

97. do you play any sports?

No

98. can you swim? if so, when did you learn how to?

Yes, when I was little

99. tell a funny story!

Idk

100. what job would you be terrible at?

Doctor or politician

101. what’s your favorite compliment to give?

Compliment their clothing or accessories

102. has your opinion changed on something recently?

I’m evaluating my opinion on how cautious I need to be for covid

103. favorite physical feature about yourself?

Maybe eyes

104. what’s your favorite physical feature about someone else?

I look most at faces

105. what’s something you would rate 10/10?

Galavant

106. heels or flats?

Heels

107. what’s something you had more knowledge about?

Does this mean wish you had? If so then chemistry

108. would you want to be famous?

I’d want to maybe be known by name but not by face

109. what’s something you would get arrested for?

Pirating TV shows

110. are you a planner or spontaneous person?

A mix

111. what do you hope never changes?

Being friends with my best friends

112. what are your pronouns?

She/her

113. are you a feminist?

For the most part

114. what’s your hogwarts house?

Hufflepuff

115. myers briggs personality type?

Idk, it changes every time

116. who’s your favorite superhero?

Idk maybe Thor

117. favorite villain?

Loki

118. marvel or dc?

Marvel

119. what’s an assumption everyone makes about you that’s not 100% true?

In school people thought I was bookish and didn’t care about parties or boys or that kind of stuff, and now that I’m out of school people think I’m ditzy and probably not that smart

120. favorite bands?

Taylor Swift

121. if you could meet one celebrity, who & why?

Taylor Swift because I like her music and I think we would get along

122. have you watched porn before?

A little

123. favorite disney movie?

Hercules, Aladdin, or Tangled

124. favorite disney princess?

Rapunzel

125. favorite disney prince?

Hercules or Aladdin

126. favorite disney couple?

Rapunzel and Eugene

127. star wars or star trek?

Star Wars

128. top five movies?

Back to the Future, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Timer, The Imitation Game, Tangled

129. top five songs?

All Too Well, In a Crowd of Thousands, Traitor, Me and the Sky, Satisfied

130. top five ships?

Idk. Currently I’m enjoying Gina and EJ from HSMTMTS

131. how gay are you?

Just a little bit, I have occasional crushes on girls but I don’t think I’d want to date a girl

132. scream. just let it out.

Ok

133. do you have a best friend?

Yeah

134. call or text?

text

135. what’s a song that’s been stuck in your head recently?

A lot of Olivia Rodrigo songs

136. is there a song stuck in your head right now?

Just the songs I’m listening to

137. what song(s) will you always love?

A lot of Taylor Swift and showtunes

138. what song is your current mood?

Idk, I just feel like singing

139. recommend an artist!

The girl who plays Ashlyn from HSMTMTS

140. favorite meme song?

They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard

141. a song you hate that everyone loves?

I Like It by Cardi B

142. an artist you refuse to listen to?

Most rappers

143. what’s you “big gay mood” song?

Idk, I Kissed a Girl?

144. favorite lyrics?

“You call me up again just to break me like a promise / So casually cruel in the name of being honest” from All Too Well

145. what lyrics would you get tattooed on any part of your body?

I wouldn’t

146. shuffle your music & share the result!

Knowing Me, Knowing You by Abba

147. what’s your favorite love song?

In a Crowd of Thousands

148. ultimate song to clean to?

Through the Fire and the Flames by Dragonforce

149. if you could collaborate with one musician, who & why?

Taylor Swift because she gets me

150. what song makes you cry?

Soon You’ll Get Better by Taylor Swift

151. what would be your theme song?

Blank Space

152. what’s a strange phobia you have?

Spiders aren’t that strange, so fear of having accidentally shoplifted

153. did you have an emo phase?

No

154. did you have a greek mythology phase?

Just a little

155. roman or greek mythology?

Greek

156. who’s your godly parent & which god/goddess are you?

Idk

157. how do you handle your anger?

Yell, slam things

158. most attractive singer of the opposite gender?

Ramin Karimloo

159. most attractive singer of the same gender?

Hayden Panettiere

160. what time is it?

12:03am

161. do you have any nicknames?

Star

162. what’s a song that always makes you happy whenever you hear it?

In a Crowd of Thousands

163. which swear word do you use the most!

Fuck

164. five ways to win your heart?

Sense of humor, sing duets, do creative stuff, tease me, pay attention to me

165. five pet peeves?

Mouth sounds, people who think strong female characters can’t have love interests, people giving me unsolicited advice, people wearing their mask under their nose, ghosting

166. do you have trust issues?

Maybe

167. what do you pray about?

I don’t

168. most traumatic experience?

Probably braces

169. what is your dream job?

Idk

170. if you were to be in a musical, which musical, character, & other cast members would you have?

I would love to play Angelica in Hamilton

171. who would play you in a movie about your life?

Lea Michele

172. what’s your favorite thing about your significant other?

Sense of humor

173. favorite fictional character?

Kelsier from Mistborn

174. post a picture of yourself!

Nah

175. what’s your favorite pet name?

I don’t really like generic pet names that much

176. what makes you feel like a horrible person?

Not caring enough about people

177. when did you realize your sexuality?

It was always kind of assumed, but started thinking I might be a little bi a couple years ago

178. when was your first kiss?

When I was 18

179. expose your parents. that’s right. expose them. they deserve it.

My mom is overly cautious and doesn’t know how to pick her battles, my dad is a bit annoying 

180. a phrase that breaks your heart?

Depends on the context

181. when did you come out?

I didn’t

182. how did you come out?

I didn’t

183. who knows you’re out?

I’m straight

184. what’s your lucky number?

Idk

185. how tall are you?

5′6″

186. favorite word?

finnicky

187. are you right handed or left handed?

Right handed

188. do you have an accent?

American

189. first word that comes to mind when you hear ‘heart’?

Beat

190. what’s something you’re proud of?

I made a funny meme in the work group chat the other day

191. do you like where you live?

I like the area, but I don’t like living at my dad’s house

192. when you’re older, do you want to move to a different place?

Yeah

193. do you play any instruments?

Clarinet

194. how long is your hair?

To my boobs

195. what’s the meaning of your name?

Star

196. give an unpopular opinion & let your followers attack you or be salty.

People shouldn’t be cancelled for one shitty opinion, and consuming their work doesn’t mean you support all their beliefs or even like them as a person

197. do you support the lgbtq+ community?

Yes

198. who were you supporting for the 2020 election?

Biden

199. opinion on abortion?

Pro-choice

200. opinion on the death penalty?

Against it

201. opinion on reverse racism?

It’s not the same

202. post your screen time for this week.

Like all damn week lol

203. have you ever talked to a celebrity?

Yes, I met Channing Tatum and got a picture with him

204. what was your first concert?

Demi Lovato

205. how long do you keep your bra on?

All day

206. what’s your bra size?

36D last time I got one

207. give a tour of your room (video).

nah

208. how many photos are in your camera roll?

2990

209. what is the most recent movie/show you downloaded on disney+?

Phil of the Future

210. do you like documentaries?

Occasionally if it’s an interesting subject, but it’s not my favorite genre

211. what’s your favorite musical?

Wicked

212. who’s your favorite non-broadway actor/ actress?

Benjamin Bonenfant

213. who’s your favorite broadway actor/actress?

Ramin Karimloo

214. what’s the song you’re currently listening to?

A Dancer’s Heart

215. drop your most recent picture!

Nah

216. do you have a record player?

No

217. how many records do you have?

None

218. show your records!

None to show

219. do you plan on going to college? if so, where?

I went to my state school

220. talk about someone without telling who.

They used to wear light up sneakers

221. talk about something you hate.

I hate tomatoes and everything made out of them

222. have you been to therapy?

Yes

223. what color are your eyes?

Brown

224. what color are your parents’ eyes?

Hazel for my mom, Hazel-green for my dad

225. what color are you significant other’s eyes?

Hazel

226. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

18

227. do you have a favorite parent?

No, they are good in different ways

228. are your grandparents still alive?

Just my maternal grandma

229. drop 10 songs & let your followers tell you if you have taste or not.

That’s too much work

230. how many followers do you have on twitter & instagram?

Like 3 probably lol

231. are you the eldest, middle, or youngest sibling?

Only child

232. do you have a specific daytime routine?

Work

233. how often do you go to the doctor’s?

When I need to

234. have you had any surgeries?

Yes, for my canine and wisdom teeth, and to get part of my thyroid removed

235. do you wear glasses?

Yes

236. do you prefer unsweetened iced tea or sweetened iced tea?

Sweetened

237. do you have a “type”?

Yes lol. I like a lot of types but my “type” that I fall for a lot is light skin, dark hair, blue eyes, "golden boy”/big personality

238. what’s your significant other’s astrology sign?

I think Sagittarius

239. drop 5 blogs you love.

Idk

240. do you think you’re like any celebrity (personality wise)?

Maybe Taylor Swift in some ways

241. are you a “popular kid”?

No

242. what are your school’s colors?

Black and gold

243. what’s your school’s mascot?

Buffalo

244. how many irl friends do you have?

Idk

245. who was your least favorite teacher?

My camera workshop instructor

246. favorite teacher?

My 7th grade math teacher, my freshman year words and music professor, and my junior year film professor

247. drop a picture of your closet.

Nah

248. how many awards do you have?

Idk, a handful

249. what’s one award you’re proud of?

The dean’s list

250. do you take naps?

I try not to

251. what’s something people always ask you when you first meet?

What’s your name?

252. favorite fast food restaurant?

McDonalds or Wendy’s

253. favorite place to dine in?

Rueben’s

254. mexican or chinese food?

Mexican

255. chinese or japanese food?

Chinese

256. mexican or japanese food?

Mexican

257. olive garden’s breadsticks or texas roadhouse’s yeast rolls?

Breadsticks

258. garlic bread or breadsticks?

Garlic bread

259. plain garlic bread or cheesy garlic bread?

Depends on my mood

260. chicken or steak?

Chicken

261. favorite meal?

Pasta

262. drop a recipe!

I don’t really cook

263. how do you like your steak cooked?

I don’t

264. what would your last meal be?

Pasta

265. are you allergic to anything?

Beeswax I think

266. cats or dogs?

Cats but I like both

267. favorite genre of music?

Showtunes

268. favorite fan fic trope?

Fake dating probably or needing each other for survival

269. favorite tv show genre?

Sci-fi or sitcom

270. what’s your favorite cover/cover a band or artist has or should do?

Disturbed cover of The Sound of Silence

271. how often do you write songs?

I haven’t since I was a kid

272. how many finished songs do you have?

Idk like 5

273. do you write your songs in your notes or in a journal?

I just came up with them

274. how long have you been writing?

I don’t really write

275. how long have you had your account?

Since like 2013 or 14

276. what was your first URL?

shineslikestars17

277. if you could change your name, what would it be?

Star

278. what would you like to name your children?

Shane or Eric for a boy, Phoenix for a girl

279. what are your parents’ & sibling’s names?

I don’t have siblings, I don’t feel like sharing my parents names

280. are your parents democratic or republican?

Democrativ

281. do you have more in common with your mom or dad?

Both in different ways

282. are you & your siblings close?

I don’t have any

283. how close are you and your siblings in age?

I don’t have any

284. are any of your siblings married?

I dont have any

285. do you have any nieces or nephews?

No

286. do your parents have any siblings?

My mom has a sister and my dad has a brother

287. do you have any cousins?

Yes

288. do you look more like your mom or dad?

Both

289. how old were you when you started your period?

13 I think

290. have you lost your virginity?

Yes

291. who took your concert virginity?

My what? 

292. who took your musical virginity?

My what?

293. scream again. everyone needs to.

Ok

294. do you have any collections?

Kinda, lately I’ve been collecting dice

295. what’s on your nightstand?

Water, lotion, advil, phones, chapstick, purell

296. how do you usually style your hair?

Down or ponytail

297. do you play games on your phone?

Sometimes

298. are you hydrated?

Yes

299. have you breathed enough today?

I assume so since I am still conscious

300. are you thankful for anything?

I know I have a lot of privilege

[emgkheadcannons]

Sports Headcanon Part 2

Here is part 2. There is some NSFW but it’s not heavy. Also this is my first time writing smut.  NSFW under the cut.

Basketball and College football are where things get nasty. Kelly is a die hard Cavaliers and The Ohio State University (OSU). Em is the same for the Pistons and University of Michigan (U of M). It doesn’t help that these teams are massive rivals. One game got particularly nasty, which led to a broken tv, and the rise of ‘the bet’. The bet consists of two parts, and is the same for when the Pistons play the Cavaliers, and when U of M plays OSU. The first, and public part is that the loser has to wear the jersey (or fan gear) of the winners team. The second part of the bet is just for Em and Kelly. The winner gets to decide what they do, their next evening together. 

Em has season court side seats to the Detroit Pistons, and invites Kelly to come with him to the game against the Cleveland Cavaliers. Kelly of course accepts, and comes over decked in Cavs gear, including his 2016 championship ring. They take a lot of pictures with fans before the game and wave when they are on the Jumbotron. The game is close but the Cavaliers pull out a win. 

Kelly is elated. He already has an outfit planned out for his boyfriend. He ordered a reproduction of his championship ring that the Cavaliers gave him, in Em’s size. He also has a new Cavs hoodie for Em, which he can steal later, for himself. It will be a nice addition to the clothes he has stolen from Em. 

Em is a good sport and wears the hoodie and ring, the next day at lunch with Kelly. The other Pistons fans they see are pretty chill and don’t make a big deal out of it. Some pictures are shared but it’s all in fun. 

Once they return to Em’s house, Kelly has Em change clothes and gets ready for their date. Kelly loves Em and respects his hermit nature but there is no way he was going to waste this opportunity to go out. 

“So where are we going tonight?” Em asks as he looks at the outfits Kelly picked out for him. The first was a pair of basketball shorts, a generic white tee and his running shoes. The other was a  pair of his nice black jeans, a black hoodie, his black bomber jacket, and some of his favorite sneakers. 

“We are going to take a class, then you’re taking me to the Grey Ghost Detroit.” Kelly responds as he continues to get dressed.

“Class? What kind of class?” Em starts to put on the workout clothes.

“I got us a private pole dancing lesson. Now come on I don’t want to be late.” Kelly heads to the door, and to the car without giving EM a second look. EM follows behind him, wondering how he let this happen.

Kelly kills the class, and Em is impressed and already planning to instal a pole in his house. Em did oaky and had some fun. Pole dancing is fucking hard and he now has more respect for anyone who does this for a living. After a shower and a change they head to the restaurant for a well deserved dinner. Em looks great in the all black ensemble Kelly picked out. It complements the outfit Kelly picked out. He was wearing the same outfit he wore to the 2017 VMAs. Dinner goes well. They get a private booth in the back, their food is tasty, and no one bothers them. EM likes going to the Grey Ghost for that reason. He is able to be in public without having to worry about people asking for a photo or autograph every five minutes. 

Back at the house Kelly walks up behind the older rapper, wrapping his arms around him. 

“So how are you feeling old man? Still sore?” Kelly asks. 

“I’m not old, brat, but Yeah, a little sore.” EM says, swatting away the hands.

“How does a message sound?”-K

His hands start to rub up and down Em’s sides, settling on his hips, causing Em to shiver. 

“Yeah that sounds nice.”-E

Kelly guides him down the hall, towards their bedroom. Flipping on the lights, Kelly starts pulling on Em’s clothes. 

“Go ahead and strip down, I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab the oil.”-K

Kelly heads to the bathroom, grabbing the massage oil, and stripping down to his boxers. As he returns to the bedroom, Em is naked face down on the bed. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before moving over to the bed, before preceding. He gets on the bed, sits on top of Eminem’s perfect ass, and covers his palms in the oil. 

---NSFW---

 Kelly starts with Em’s neck and shoulders, working the tension out. He then moves onto the arms, rubbing the sore muscles loose. After Em’s arms, Kelly works on his back, getting the knots out, before getting up to work on his legs. 

“Hey can you spread your legs a little for me?” 

As Em spreads them apart, Kelly sits right in between them. He works his way down the older rappers legs, giving special attention to his feet, before working his way back up, this time working his ass.

The massage feels great. EM is so relaxed he could fall asleep, but all of this touching has given him a half chub. The more Kelly rubs his hips and ass, the more he wants to start rubbing his dick against the bed, for some friction.

“Hey lift your hips up” Kelly says as he places a pillow under Em, and starts to work on his ass cheeks even more.

Kelly pulls his checks apart and begins to mess with his hole. Em feels the oil being poured over his hole, and then one of Kelly’s long fingers is pushing against the ring of muscle. He is slowly being worked open, but after Kelly adds his second finger, something was at the base of it teasing his hole.Em realized what it was. Kelly was fingering him while wearing his Cavs championship ring. A moan escapes his lips, as Kelly curls his fingers, hitting his prostate. He is quickly getting hard. EM starts to push back and forth trying to fuck himself on Kelly’s fingers, while getting some relief for his dick. 

As another finger is added, Kelly reaches around to fist Eminem’s cock, jacking him in time with the fingers in his ass. Em can’t help but moan. 

With all the attention his dick is getting, and the stimulation to that wonderful bundle of nerves, Em doesn’t last long. He cums with a shout all over Kelly’s hand. The younger man continues to pleasure EM through his orgasm but stops when it becomes too much. Kelly releases his dick, and slowly removes his fingers wiping them on the bed.

“How do you feel?”

A muffled moan comes from Em, making Kelly chuckle. The blond moves them around so he is spooning his sharter boyfriend.

“We aren’t done, but a nap sounds nice.” Kelly whispers into his ear.

******

The OSU against U of M rivalry game is an event. This year it is being held in Michigan. Both of them are bundled up and excited for the game. They have been teasing each other all week, in the lead up to the game. Kelly yells along with OSU fans doing their cheers, making the “O” with his hands. Em is a bit more reserved but stills cheers and boos at plays. Michigan wins with a Hail Mary pass in the final minutes of the game for an upset. 

Kelly is resigned to his fate of wearing Michigan. Em chooses a navy shirt with a big glittery, yellow ‘M’ on it, along with one of his favorite U on M, zip up hoodies. He treats Kelly to lunch, and makes sure to get some photos. They also head into the studio to get some work done, where Rook gives Kelly shit for his clothes. Once they finished up, Em and Kelly headed back, for the rest of their evening. 

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Kelly asks as he gets into Em’s car.

“A nice night in. An early dinner. I’m having food delivered and we’ll go on from there.” Em responds before starting the engine, and heads home.

Em has ordered a nice Italian meal for the two. Afterwards the two settle on the couch. Kelly has his head in Em’s lap, as Em runs his fingers through his hair. Kelly is relaxed and stated. After about 30 minutes Em nudges him. 

“Hmm”-K

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom, there is a present for you, on the bed.”- E

Kelly gets up slowly and heads to the bedroom, where three nice boxes, tied with ribbon sit waiting for him. He grabs the first box, the smallest of the three, unties the silk ribbon, and lifts the lid. Inside the box a pair of silk, soft boy shorts and a pair of white, cotton, thigh high socks with two navy rings at the top. The socks felt so nice in Kelly’s fingers, he blushed thinking about them on his legs. The second box he opened has a pair of pure  white tennis shoes. Kelly was starting to wonder where this was going. He pulled the ribbon on the final box, letting it fall to the side. He lifts the lid, then closes it, and lifts it again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He wasn’t. Inside the final box was a long sleeve yellow crop top, with a large letter M on it, and a short navy skirt. It was a University of Michigan cheerleader outfit, in his size. Eminem wanted him to dress up and be his own personal cheerleader, for the evening. 

Em is relaxing on the couch, wondering if Kelly was going to wear the outfit, when he hears soft footsteps behind him. It’s Kells, in the University of Michigan cheerleader uniform, and he looks stunning. 

“So what do you think?” Kelly asks.

Em is speechless. Kelly looks stunning. The top fits perfectly, showing off his midriff, letting Em enjoy his toned stomach. The skirt hugs his hips and upper thighs; Em bets it accentuates the younger rappers ass beautifully. The thigh high socks soften Kelly’s legs, and he white tennis shoes are the perfect touch to the outfit.

After a moment Em speaks. “You look good.” 

Kelly can’t stop blushing, as he spins for Em, so he can see the whole outfit.

“I always wanted my own personal cheerleader. 

[lezliefaithwade]

Being An Actress

I remember the moment I decided I wanted to be an actress. I was walking across the parking lot of my high school after an undoubtedly stellar performance as Portia in an all-girl production of The Merchant of Venice when my father turned to me and said, "Do you think you might want to do this for a living?" At the time I remembered feeling a little insulted. My grades were excellent. Didn't my father think I could be a lawyer or a veterinarian or a psychologist? It wasn't that I didn't love to act, but everyone I knew who wanted to be an actress was either egotistical or unstable. Not that one was mutually exclusive of the other. What did this say about me? No one in my family acted, although my Grandmother often hinted of an unsubstantiated family connection to Hermoine Gingold. Occasionally my parents would take us to see a play or listen to a concert, but only to help make us well-rounded individuals. When someone would go on about the Sound of Music my father would roll his eyes and say, “How can I take a nun singing on hilltops seriously?” And I found myself admitting that he had a point.

When I was four I appeared on Romper Room for an unprecedented two weeks. At the time my best friend, Mary Lou, had been selected for the local cable network but her incredibly shy demeanor had her mother worried.

“She’s gonna sit there like a sack of potatoes.” Mrs. Dean told my Mother who quickly suggested that I accompany Mary Lou for moral support.

“What do I have to do?” I asked my mother as she was tucking me into bed.

“Just be yourself,” she replied. My mother knew exactly what that meant. Naturally loquacious I kept things hopping on the set by constantly commenting on the camera man kissing the teacher. When asked what my father had in his garage, I remarked that it was presumptuous to even assume we had one. There was some discussion about a third week, but Miss Dawson put her foot down and said I was stealing the show.

Soon I was taking dance classes and skating lessons. My first stage appearance was as a rabbit in the famous ballet, Bugs Bunny's Birthday Party. I was excited because we second tiered rabbits were going to eat sandwiches on stage. Then disaster struck. The sandwiches were going to be peanut butter and I hated peanut butter. Teary eyed I complained to my mother who told me to grin and bear it. “That’s acting,” she said.

In grade four I wrote a play about a pair of motorcycle lovers and sang Baby Driver while they straddled their desks and rode off into the sunset.

“Hit the road and I’m gone.

What’s your number?

I wonder how your engine feels?”

“Okay,” Mrs. Orcutt interrupted, “I think that’s all the time we have for that today.”

After my father gave me his blessing to pursue a career on the stage, I decided to explore all of my options. I auditioned for an amateur theatre company and played bird #4 in Aristophanes’ The Birds, and a milk maid in Galt MacDermot’s musical adaptation of Shakespeare’s Two Gentlemen of Verona. Not exactly earth-shattering roles, but I knew there was a pecking order (no pun intended) and that dues must be paid. In Niagara Falls, where I lived as a teenager, there were two amateur companies. The youth group that took over the Firehall Theatre in the summer months of July and August, and the adult group that staked their claim the rest of the year. The youth company was run entirely by a handful of 18 to 20-year-olds who took themselves very seriously. We stretched ourselves artistically, which is really just another way of saying that were out of our depth. I remember as Bertha in Pippin I had to say, "Men raise flags when they can't get anything else up." At the time I had no idea what that meant but I certainly enjoyed the response I got every time I said it.  

The amateur theatre company in the neighbouring city of St. Catharines were doing large scale musicals with professional directors and a cast of a thousand. Even I could tell the difference between Garden City’s production of West Side Story and the Niagara Falls Music Theatre Production of A Shadow Box. We told ourselves that we were doing something significant for the five or six audience members who sat in the dark to watch us perform. “At least they can appreciate art.” we told ourselves, ignoring the occasional snore beyond the footlights.  When someone who had seen our production complained in the paper that “…smut didn’t belong on stage.” I was devasted. “Some people just don’t know a good thing when they see it,” I ranted, “It’s a Pulitzer award winning play.”  I forgot that we weren’t Tony award winning actors.

Anxious to spread my wings and get a taste of the real thing, I auditioned for a one-act play festival at the nearby University and managed to get the part of an uptight bible thumper in an original musical called A Hundred Bucks a Week. It was the story of a topless shampoo parlourist who castrates a guy with her teeth. Did I mention that it was narrated by a cat? I still remember singing:

“We all must be as babies in the garden.

Smiling with our mouths all bright and new.

Innocently smelling lovely roses.

Not prying with our fingers in dog doo.”

Needless to say, my father was a little shocked when an actress appeared on stage topless while I sang my heart out in a futile effort to convert her. This time as he walked me across the parking lot to the car he suggested that perhaps I should seriously consider journalism at Carleton. “Impossible!” I stated dramatically, “I’m an actress.” And I actually believed it.

I arrived at University wearing vintage clothes with frizzy hair and John Lennon glasses. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be Doris Finsecker from Fame or Janice Joplin. My dorm room-mate was an engineering student who was the first to know of a kegger and had never seen a play in her life. She often returned to our room late at night reeking of booze and sludge water after spontaneous dips in the Detroit River.

At theatre school I was told I couldn’t dance, I couldn’t sing, I had speech impediments and a wandering left eye that would completely destroy any hopes of a career in film “Too bad you didn’t have it looked at when you were a kid,”one professor told me, “It’s easily treatable if caught when you are young.” At the age of five I was a frequent visitor to Sick Kids Hospital for my eye and wore a patch over my glasses for a year. It didn’t cure me. So much for trusting the knowledge of my professors. Strike one!

I began to sink under the pressure of looks and expectations. While the rest of the women in my class wasted away proclaiming to have eaten nothing but broccoli over Thanksgiving, I gained seven pounds over a new found love of peanut butter and developed a bad attitude towards anyone who encouraged me to “feel space”. When my teacher overheard me mutter under my breath one day that I hated improve she called a class meeting to discuss why I hated her. Everyone stared at me shocked and disappointed. Why was I resisting the pu-pu platter of techniques spread out before me? “You’re a very stubborn actress,” the teacher announced, “but I’m going to break you.” That was strike two.

At my first semester tutorial I was told that I had talent, but I wasn’t tall, thin or pretty enough. “You have the face of Sally Field,” the department head told me, “but the body of Kathy Bates.” Strike three.  I went home for Christmas and announced to my father that I was dropping out to focus, instead, on getting into a proper theatre school in New York. After all, I reasoned, it’s where I really wanted to be anyway.

There is probably nothing quite as depressing as returning to your hometown in the middle of winter when all of your friends are away at school having the time of their lives. The overall perception is that you have failed. It didn’t help to think that I had willfully brought myself to this point in time. The phrase, “small fish in a big pond” kept going around in my head. While my best friends were acing all of their classes and dating interesting freshmen, I was eating cookies, and counting the days until everyone would return to amuse me. In the meantime, I moped around the apartment, wrote letters to theatre schools and read a lot of plays.

“You have to get a job.” My father announced and for the first time I was forced to slog my way through the want ads in a half assed attempt to find work at either a wax museum or a fudge shop. Completely unqualified for anything except theatre, I was forced to become a chamber maid at a tacky little hotel near Clifton Hill. Picking up after the kind of clientele that honeymoon in tacky hotels in Niagara Falls is enough to get one thinking seriously about their life choices. Maybe Dad had been right. A career in the theatre wasn’t looking so good anymore. Something had been tarnished from University and I couldn’t pretend that my trajectory to success was going to be one clear straight line to the top. I’d hit rock bottom and was picking up the condom rappers and dirty Kleenex to show it.

There have been many times in my career when I’ve been very close to throwing in the towel and becoming a real-estate agent or a tour guide.  At each one of those moments of genuine universal surrender something miraculous always happens. That year it was a letter of acceptance from the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York. By now my father, less convinced that I could make a go of it, made me a deal. If I could find a place to live in Manhattan within a week, he would allow me to go. So, I boarded the train in Buffalo and headed for the Big Apple.

I arrived in New York at around 2:00 PM on a very, very hot day in August. I walked straight to the library, took out the Village Voice, circled an advertisement seeking a room-mate for a four-bedroom brownstone on the Upper West Side, was interviewed at 7:00 PM and secured my living accommodations within twenty-four hours. It didn’t matter to me that I had no idea who the three men I’d be living with were. The place was nice and the price was right. I think I heard my father drop the phone when I called to tell him that I had accomplished the impossible. Studying in New York proved to be the best and possibly the worst thing that ever happened to me. I developed a philosophy of acting that has served me in every way, but it also created a high standard that hasn’t always been easy to live up to.

_________________________________________________________

A few years ago, I was invited to direct a production of Blue Stockings at the same University I had so unceremoniously departed from those many years ago. Parallel universes collided as images of my past kept imposing themselves on the present. There was the quad I had been initiated in. There was the building where I’d slept and laughed and cried. There was my window with the view of the cemetery and McDonalds. There was the library where I looked up the address of every theatre school in New York. There was the theatre I did my practicum in, all pretty much the same as the day I left it. The walls, hallways, buildings hadn’t changed, but I had. I didn’t need reassurance anymore. I didn’t need someone to tell me what I wasn’t or couldn’t be. If only we could teach students the value of tenacity and resilience.

I enjoyed directing that class. I hope I encouraged and inspired them. I was happy when they came to rehearsals in sweats and tee shirts, less concerned about how they looked than we had been. More confident in their choices. More involved. On Opening night after the cheers and flowers and the congratulations, it felt good to climb into the car and head for home. I’m not cut out for institutions. I don’t like the brick and the neon and the bureaucracy. Still, it was good to make my peace with that time in my life. On the four-hour drive to Niagara I was thinking about the young people I had just worked with making the transition from student to actor. Maybe some of them will end up in New York. Maybe not. The thing about acting is it can take you anywhere…from Romper Room to the stars with a few tacky hotels in between.

[choptop-sawyer]

Down Down Down - Cornbugs

Lyrics

Farmer dances off his grief

And all the world's a better place

Spins and swirls and dips and twirls

Swings the cows and throws the squirrels

High up in the air and catches them

Before they hit the ground.

Farmer dances off his grief

Deep in the field beyond prying eyes

Wife lies dying in her bed

His wife lies dying in his bed

His grief is like a stone

Farmer dances off his grief

Deep in the field beyond prying eyes

His wife lies dying in her bed

His wife lies dying in his bed

His grief is like a stone

Don't wake me man I'm dreaming

Gotta girl with her legs wrapped around me and wants my semen

Got her earlobe between my teeth

I'm drawing blood

she's digging her claws into my back

Opening holes

Letting the doves fly out of my heart

A flap, flap, flap and a coo, coo, coo

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closing

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Don't wake me man I'm dreaming

Of endless cornfields Illinois

Filled with imps and goblins

Every ear that cockachoo (???)

Witches cackling overhead

My clothes are scarecrow gold

Now it's the the farmers wife that's blind and I'm the carving knife

Egad I need some water

My lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Any rappers in the house with big bad rhymes and primes and booty cutey shaking like jello in the fridge

And ice cube eyes as he dies from the roar of a cold four for?

Any Jesus people with your backs to the cross and your boss saying love everyone don't make a church of me

Don't make me God just let me lie here in the sod and rest my persecuted bones

Leave me alone and love one another brother

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Don't wake me man I'm dreaming of peace on earth goodwill toward girls

This one wrapped around me laughing as she cums

Full of eggs she begs me to deliver

I quiver and in a spasm it's over and begun

Under the gun, my Detroit players stupid woman haters

Drop your fears you masturbaters

And lend us a fucking hand

Help us retake the land and cherish every life

Ride the blue million miles

And she wants me but she smokes dammit

Her breath like death

My ashtray heart not takin no more stubs

Egad I need some water my lips are parched

My throat is closin

Dust from my brain drips down, down, down

Dust from my brain dips down

Egad I need some water

[funnytshirts4w-blog]

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[cosmicbash]

Kiss prompt 61!!! 👀🥰✨💖✨

61. Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

When he first gets to the hotel all Marshall wants to do is rant.

The airport security was a nightmare, somebody fumbled his privacy and the paparazzi made traffic a disaster, he actually had to sneak into the fucking hotel through some crappy underground garage entrance but even then the escort could NOT stop asking him for an autograph and about his life. Usually a chat like that wouldn't be too annoying but after having cameras shoved in his face for the last hour and questions spit about what his intentions are behind being in LA, Marshall could care less about how this guy was his "biggest fan". He's also just short of throttling the dude when he keeps insisting on carrying his bag to his room for him, because the ulterior motive behind that is painfully obvious.

Why can't people just mind their fucking business for once?

Marshall should be thrilled right now, finally he's standing outside his hotel room door. The long journey from Detroit over at last.

Really his fingers should be fumbling in their rush to slide the keycard through its reader, instead of the sluggish search he gives for it inside his pocket. But he's really just worn down already.

"Hey." Even his voice sounds tired and unenthusiastic once he's stepping inside. Vision partially hidden by his cap and the hang of his head.

Colson's socked feet are the first thing he sees, white and big crossing the room with a matching yet somehow softer sounding. "Hey." Trailing behind them.

The rant and bitchy complaints are dancing on the tip of Marshall's tongue. Ready to slip out and relieve him of some of his frustration when Colson continues forward. A warm palm coming up to cup his face next, tilting his view up from the floor to his partner's own much taller gaze.

He doesn't need to be a brain surgeon to know what's coming.

Colson's lips slot over his own perfectly. Sealing together like the last two pieces needed to complete a puzzle. Colson's other hand is curling around his lower back. Snaking it's way up and underneath both layers of his clothes to slide hot and electric up his lower back and ground him down to the floor.

It's a needed touch because with how his own hands rise and cup the blonde's neck Marshall swears he might start floating away.

It's warm, and soft, and feels so much like home he swears he can taste the words on Colson’s lips.

"I missed you." "Welcome home." "It's okay."

Colson always knows exactly what to say, and how to say it withotu ever uttering a word. It's amazing. The older rapper could honestly stay there for hours, his eyes closed and tension fading with every slow brush of lips back and forth.

The need for oxygen always denies him that though, starting with a small ache in his lungs and climbing to a full on burn with how long Marshall ignores it.

It takes Colson moving his other hand down to join the one already on his back for him to finally give in. The sweet rub of small circles and what feels vaguely like hearts dipping lower and lower until he can't deny his body a shaky inhale, and gasp for more.

When they part, foreheads still pressed together and warm breath mingling Marshall finds that bitchy rant gone. Stolen maybe into Colson's own mouth during their kiss, a relaxed. "I love you." Sighing out of his mouth in its place.

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"Veeze - GOMD"

Veeze hasn’t released a full-length project since 2019’s Wavy Navy, an eternity in hip-hop careers. But the Detroit rapper has maintained a dedicated fanbase in years since. How does he seemingly defy the laws of gravity? Simply put, he’s cut from a different cloth. There’s something eternally appealing about great rappers who sound like they could live without rapping. And Veeze, bleary-eyed yet perpetually locked in, always sounds fully cognizant of how he’s blessing his tracks. Showing his sturdiness and brushing off implications that he’s not hungry for success, Veeze implicitly separates himself from his competition: “I know if I wasn’t that great they wouldn’t even be throwin’ shade/Say that shit come with the game, n****, I ain’t never been no game.” Tye Beats’ resplendent instrumental has Dipset-ready samples skipping across MPC pads with 808s that are pure Michigan, and Veeze sounds like he’s thriving on it. Even if Ganger is a ways off, songs like “GOMD” are a feast unto themselves.

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FMHipHop New Music Roundup

It’s Monday so let’s see if you were able to catch up on all the new music that dropped over the weekend.  FMHipHop has you covered! Now, we all know Drake and 21 Savage arguable dropped album of the year, but there were other artists who put out music as well. Boldy James & Futurewave-Mr.Ten08 Detroit rapper Boldy James has been on a blaze these past few years.  This year alone, he has already dropped many singles and a few projects.  He linked with producer Futurewave this time to create, Mr.Ten08.  Last month, he worked with Toronto producer Nicholas Craven for FairExchange, No Robbery.  Boldy is on fire!  The joint project with Futurewave boasts 10 songs with only one feature, 2100 Bagz.  Boldy shot the video for “Flag on the Play” and I’m sure more visuals will be coming soon. https://twitter.com/_fmhiphop/status/1583112318283837441?s=46&t=spPNntm0sLTNcSkPUHNmOw Alicia Keys-Santa Baby Alicia Keys has done many things in her illustrious career, but in 2022, she comes across a first.  The 15-time Grammy winner has released her first holiday album, Santa Baby!  Also, she is under a new label, her own in fact, Alicia Keys Records.  And, this is the first project under the label.  A big congrats is in order for the legendary singer, songwriter, and producer!  Alicia Keys brings in the holiday on this album with 11 songs, four of them being original songs by her.  She just released the video for the lead single, “December Back 2 June”.  Santa Baby is only available on Apple Music. https://twitter.com/rocnation/status/1588386334539804673?s=46&t=spPNntm0sLTNcSkPUHNmOw Lecrae-Church Clothes 4 The Christ influenced artist is back with his Church Clothes mixtape series.  Lecrae declares these tapes are important as they describe who he truly is.  The Houston rapper grew up listening to and falling in love with hip-hop.  As time went on, he came to know Jesus Christ, but his love for hip-hop never faded.  On Instagram, Lecrae describes his music as ‘Outkast meets the writings of Moses’.  Check out the new project now on streaming platforms! https://twitter.com/spotifyusa/status/1588670108737716228?s=46&t=spPNntm0sLTNcSkPUHNmOw Written by: Brandon Simmons Read the full article