#Uncle Luke

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Luther Campbell aka Uncle Luke of 2 Live Crew was born December 22, 1960

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jackhughes

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jackhughes I’ve never been one for sappy posts, but this past year with this little one has been heaven on earth. I’ve heard so many parents complain about lack of sleep, crying, and so many other things, but how can you complain when there’s something so innocent looking at you like this angel looks at us? I’d do this over a million times if it meant you stay this little forever. Happy first birthday. Always and forever going to be my little girl.

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lhughes_06 Thanks for making me the favorite uncle, bro.

_quinnhughes You’re not the favorite.

lhughes_06 Oh my bad, I’ve never heard her say your name so I thought she just didnt know you existed🫢

_quinnhughes she’s one. How tf is she supposed to say a “q” when she’s one?? I wasn’t the one that was 2 days late to the birth because of “plans that you couldn’t get out of.” 🫢

jackhughes if Quinn didn’t live in the middle of nowhere Canada he’d be the favorite by a long shot🫢

elblue6 I could not have chose a better daughter-in-love or granddaughter for my sweet boy. Nonna and Poppa love all three of you beyond words! Also, is my little angel walking yet?

y/nhughes We love you more! She’s not quite able to walk on her own yet, but Jack is making sure she learns to skate before she walks😉

elblue6 I expected nothing less coming from him lol!

trevorzegras it’s cute watching Quinn and Luke argue over who the favorite uncle is when I’m holding her right now. She may not be able to say my name, but she sure as hell cries when I’m not holding her 🫢

_quinnhughes you traumatize her so much when you hold her that she has to let it out when you’re not.

lhughes_06 she probably has ptsd from looking at your face

trevorzegras anyways, happy birthday to my sidekick. Can’t wait to piss your mom and dad off together when you’re older🫶

nicohischier the best thing to come from a Hughes brother. Happy birthday, love!

jackhughes that was a very unnecessary backhanded compliment, Nico.

lhughes_06 I once brought you brownies to practice. I’m hurt.

nicohischier You’re brownies were burnt.

_quinnhughes are you comparing our niece to burnt brownies Luke?

lhughes_06 Quinn, you’re irrelevant.

colecaufield since everybody else ruined your sappy post…Buddy you’re the best dad. She’s absolutely perfect, just like her mom.

trevorzegras I’m deceased

jackhughes I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not Zegras’s bitch

jackhughes sorry I meant caddy. Damn autocorrect.

y/nhughes love you coley!

jackhughes really y/n?

_alexturcotte happy birthday to my favorite baby. make another one so I can have 2 favorites.

jackhughes gotta talk to y/n about that. If it were up to me we’d have 12.

y/nhughes you can have all the babies you want when you push them out :)

y/nhughes our beautiful little family. You both make life so precious.

jackhughes we would be lost without Mama💜

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes On the left was our first day home, and on the right is you just now. They weren’t lying when they said time is a thief. I went through the worst pain in my life bringing you into this word, little girl, but you made me forget about it the second I heard your first cry. Happy first birthday, angel. Mama and Dada love you infinitely times one hundred.

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nhl Happy birthday Baby Hughes!

fanuser1 she’s so perfect. So happy for the Hughes family! Happy birthday!

_quinnhughes Uncle Q’s favorite girl. Happy birthday!

_alexturcotte The sweetest little family. Now add more. ps happy birthday beautiful.

y/nhughes We love you, Turcs! Our favorite babysitter😉

_alexturcotte the true favorite uncle doesn’t have to brag about it🤷‍♂️

fanuser2 I didn’t like y/n at first, but she’s grown on me.

jackhughes same tbh

y/nhughes Jack I stg if you don’t shut up…

bff.user you may have a lot of boys arguing about the favorite uncle, but I’m secure in knowing I’m the best aunt😙

trevorzegras we can be the aunt and uncle power couple😛

bff.user @jackhughes put your friend on a leash

jackhughes I’ll put a muzzle on him while I’m at it.

trevorzegras you all love me ;)

jackhughes unfortunately

elblue6

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elblue6 Happy birthday to Nonna and Poppa’s favorite girl! You’re little heart is too good for this world, but we are so blessed for you to share it with us. You look so much like your mama, but you act just like your dada! (I’m saying a prayer for your mom). We can not wait to celebrate you this weekend! With love, Nonna and Poppa.

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[auntymurda]

former female dancers for Uncle Luke. nopantiesinc on instagram. — | top left originally posted by cultchacontent on instagram.

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We could have had Gay Hippie Uncle Luke. We should have seen him in Hawaiian shirts or bright colored sweaters, dragging Ben along on 'field trips', sharing blue milk and cookies with him, feeding porgs like ducks at the park, rambling on about the most random stuff, having those VR helmet simulators at home for himself and his nephew, etc.

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[tha-wrecka-stow]

[askbensolo]

Journal Entry #50: hoo boy sure hope my mom doesn’t hear about this

Believe me. I wanted to bust in all dramatic like in the third act of a predictable holofilm and whip out some cliché little one-liner—“my ears were burning,” “fancy seeing you here,” “well, well, well, looks like Master Luke double-booked appointments”—but for once in my life, I was thinking about someone other than myself: Fannie.

'Cause...I hadn’t known Fan was here. So...she probably didn’t know I was here, either. She was clearly super stressed. I didn’t want to freak her out.

And, well. I didn’t know if I was ready to face her. I mean—I had just heard her agree with Luke that she should break up with me, for crying out loud. (Is it still breaking up if you never even got to the point of being official…? I don’t know.)

But, anyway. Fannie was obviously really upset at the idea of losing me (is it bad that that made me feel happy?). So—she wasn’t the problem.

Luke was.

I stepped quietly down the hall and ducked into the library and waited until I heard Fannie's footsteps fade away. 

Part of me thought about just...giving up and leaving. Bailing on Luke and getting out of there with what was left of my dignity. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to hear that conversation. (Or…was I? Luke had known what time I was coming. Why would he be having that talk with Fannie now?)

But there was another part of me that knew there was no way I was just gonna let this go. What made Luke think this was any of his business? What about me, exactly, did he think wasn’t good enough? What authority did he think he had to tell Fannie who she could or couldn't be with? I couldn't just listen to all that and walk away. And I wasn’t going to let Luke take her from me. Not without daring him to say it to my face, at least.

It felt really weird, coming into my uncle’s office like everything were normal. Luke looked up as I walked in, and his face lit up in the way it always did.

“Ben,” he said warmly. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah. You too,” I replied, my voice sounding hollow.

“Sorry it’s a little later than we had planned,” Luke apologized. “I had an appointment that ran a bit longer than expected.”

For a second, he didn’t seem to realize anything was wrong. He gestured toward a chair—probably right where Fannie had been, moments ago—like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just overheard him convince the only girl I had ever managed to fall in love with to choose—like, what, the Force?—over me. Like everything was fine.

But, it wasn’t. And I think he figured that out pretty quick.

I stayed standing.

Luke looked at me for a moment. His brow furrowed.

“…You heard our conversation,” he said quietly.

I couldn’t keep my hands from balling into fists at my sides. “Yeah,” I said, my voice strained. “I heard. So��what? You just…what, thought you could go ahead and make that decision for her? For us?”

“I didn’t make a decision for anyone, Ben,” Luke said quietly. “Fannie chose what she chose. I may have guided her through her decision, but her choice was her own.”

I scoffed. “You guided her? Yeah, right. You guilted her into breaking it off. Because I’m not a Jedi. Well—guess what? She may have been your student, but you don’t control her life, Luke. And you sure as hell don’t control mine.”

Luke sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t control anyone’s life, Ben. But Fannie came to me because she was struggling—torn between her feelings for you, and her commitment to the Jedi path. She needed clarity.”

When I’d first walked in here, I’d had some idea of trying to keep myself in check. That idea was now rapidly slipping through my fingers.

“Oh, clarity,” I sneered. “Right. So, of course, the answer was to make her choose you over me.”

Luke frowned, a flicker of frustration crossing his otherwise calm expression—There it is! I thought to myself smugly—but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. “That’s not what happened, Ben. Fannie chose her path because of who she is. Not because I told her to.”

“No, you just made sure to remind her what a bad idea I am. I get it,” I snapped. “I’ve always been the problem kid, right? For my parents, and for you—as little time as I spent visiting your stupid school. I’ve never been good enough for any of you.”

“That’s not what this is about,” Luke said, his voice softening. “This has nothing to do with who you are as a person, Ben. I care about you—”

“Well, you’ve got a funny way of showing it!” I interrupted. “You are literally my uncle. I would’ve thought you’d be backing me up. I get that Fannie’s like a daughter to you—all your students are like your kids—you’re protective. That’s fine. But she is not your student anymore. She’s an adult. And she doesn’t need you to tell her who she can or can’t date!”

“Ben,” Luke said. “Listen to me. I would love for you to find someone, someday, if that’s what you want. You know that I never did. But being with Fannie—someone dedicated to the Jedi way—well, it’s complicated. It puts both of you in positions that aren’t fair to either of you.”

“Right. Because it’s not fair to her to be with someone like me,” I muttered. “Because I’m not worthy of her. Look—I know I’m a little rough around the edges. I'll admit that. But I’m not a bad guy.”

“I agree. You’re not.” Luke shook his head. “Still, you’re twisting this into something it isn’t. I respect you, Ben. But your path is different. I didn’t push Fannie to make any decisions because of who you are—she made her choice because of who she is.”

My brain was buzzing as I stared him down. “Huh. You think you’re so above everything, don't you?” I hissed through gritted teeth. “That you’ve got all the answers just because you’re some Jedi Master. But this isn’t about the Force, Luke. This is about other people’s lives—our lives—my life—hers—and you think you get to sit there and decide what’s right for us?”

“Again: Fannie made the decision herself,” Luke replied, his voice still maddeningly even. “I hope you can give her enough credit to believe that. You can’t ignore the truth, Ben. The choices we make shape our futures. You and Fannie—your paths aren’t aligned.”

I wanted to give some kind of retort, but I was so angry I couldn’t think. My eyes drifted instead to the shelf behind his desk.

Amalia’s old lightsaber.

She’d given it back, the day she had left the school. I remembered the day she’d told me she was leaving. She had been wearing a dress—the only time I had ever seen her in a dress—and I had just left this very same office after meeting with Luke for Force counseling—and Amalia had been sitting outside.

Ben, she had said. I, uh…wanted to say goodbye. I’m done here.

You’re graduating? I had asked.

No, she said. Just…leaving. I can’t stay here any longer. I’ve never belonged here. I’m not like the others. I think there are things wrong with me that even the Jedi can’t solve.

And she had turned in her saber. Luke had kept it up on that shelf ever since, as some kind of memento, a reminder of his prodigal daughter. It had made me kind of sad, too, when Amalia left the school. I was never a Jedi, so it didn’t affect me in the same way it did my uncle, or Fannie—but even I had a hard time understanding why someone would abandon something they had put so many years of their life into.

But…maybe now I was beginning to get it.

Luke’s eyes followed mine to the lightsaber, his expression turning more guarded now. 

“Ben,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Listen to me. You are the one who is trying to control others. You are the one who cannot allow yourself to accept reality. It's natural to want to hold on. Natural for anyone. But Fannie has chosen her path. You need to decide if you’re ready to choose yours.”

I didn’t hear half of what he was saying anymore. My attention was locked on that saber, my hand twitching at my side.

Take it.

…What?

The voices—the ones I hadn’t heard for so long, but that I’d spent the past week trying to ignore—began to rise again.

Take it, Ben. Strike him down.

My ears were ringing. My palms were sweating. There was something deep in the pit of my stomach, fighting to get out—a scream, maybe—

—and then suddenly there was a violent roar inside my head—not my voice, but someone else’s—no, wait, maybe it was mine?—bellowing—

Skywalker is your enemy! Strike. Him. Down!

And before I knew what I was doing, I yelled and reached out—

—and Amalia’s saber flew from the shelf straight into my outstretched hand.

I froze, my heart pounding in my ears.

I stared at the hilt in my hand, my breath catching. I could feel it. The energy pulsing through me, through the saber, through the room. The power.

I felt all lightheaded. The last time I had managed to use the Force to—to make something move—it had been at Luke’s school, years ago. And then he had stopped me, because I had done it by channeling my anger. We will revisit this when you have learned to quiet your mind, Luke had told me—and then we’d never actually ended up getting that far.

Luke sat before me now. Didn't stand up. Didn’t even flinch.

I glanced up at him, expecting—something. Surprise, anger—anything. But he just watched me, his face calm, unmoved.

His lack of response only fueled the fire in me. How could he just…sit there? Wasn’t he afraid of me? I had just used the Force to call a weapon to my hand, years and years since the last time I had trained. What more was I capable of, I wondered…?

I gripped the hilt tighter, staring at him, waiting for him to react. The silence stretched on. The longer he sat there, the angrier I got. I could feel the heat building in my chest, the rage bubbling up, but he didn’t move, didn’t say a word. I wanted to scream, to break through that placid facade of his. The voices in my head urged me on, told me I had the power.

I thumbed the ignition switch—out of desperation, almost. Lunged forward. Swung as if to strike. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Or what I was trying to do. Or what would happen next. I just wanted something, anything to happen—I just wanted to make Luke do something—

But...nothing happened. The saber didn't ignite.

…Probably for the best, looking back.

I tripped over myself and stared at the hilt in my hand, dumbfounded, my fingers trembling, then glanced back at Luke, who looked almost...sad.

I licked my lips, wide-eyed, shaking. He couldn’t even give me the decency to look a little scared? Disturbed? Anything?

Luke cleared his throat.

 “There’s no crystal, Ben,” he said quietly. “Amalia removed it when she left.”

“…Oh,” I said, stupidly. “I mean…yeah. Figures.”

Suddenly…the anger that had been building up inside me had nowhere to go. The empty hilt felt heavy and useless in my hand—it was nothing without the kyber crystal to give it life. Just a hollow shell.

Like me.

I stared at it for a moment longer before my fingers loosened, and the hilt slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor. I stumbled a couple of steps back.

“…Well,” I muttered, my throat dry. “This is sure gonna make next Life Day super awkward.”

For the first time, Luke stood up. But he didn’t even look at me. He just picked the saber up off the ground, and placed it carefully back on its shelf.

[kemetic-dreams]

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2 Live Crew - As Nasty as They Wanna Be. (1989)

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Luther Campbell aka Uncle Luke of 2 Live Crew was born December 22, 1960

[askreysolo]

how do you know if you are Force-sensitive???

it is Saturday and I have spent all day so far taking “are you Force-sensitive?” holonet quizzes. I do not think they are that accurate.

one of the questions was, “do you find you are often correct about things?” and obviously the answer is YES, DUHHH but, that doesn’t have anything to do with the Force. I just happen to always be right about everything!!!

I suppose I should ask Uncle Luke. he would know. but, I guess I’m maybe afraid to find out for real.

I think it is a genetic trait? or maybe not—that was always kind of muddied up for me. but, I think it also has to do with practice. Mom and Ben are related to Uncle Luke, but they aren’t Jedi. anyway—I am adopted, so I would not have inherited it from Mom.

are any of you Force-sensitive? what is it like?

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