#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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[ap-kinda-lit]

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.

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[askbensolo]

What's your relationship like with your uncle these days?

How’d you get my mom to stop calling every day? I ask, and his blue eyes crinkle (he has left Tatooine, but still he spends so much of his time outside).

Well, she has to listen to me, Ben. I’m the older twin, you know.

Are you actually?

And he laughs and shakes his head. No—we don’t know who’s older.

I don’t know who’s older, either, but both of ‘em are old—they were old when they were my age; much older than I am now—old enough to mourn their families and watch their childhood homes go up in flames; old enough to watch their comrades die ten feet in front of their faces and too old to break down and cry.

I wonder how they must see me: a half-baked adult, older than they were and yet so much younger, having lived through so much and accomplished so little.

It’s me your mother calls every day, now, Luke explains. Instead of you.

Oh, I say. And I say, Gee, thanks for taking the hit, old man, and then I say, I’m just kidding—thanks, and then I say, You didn’t tell her how you found me lying on my face on the ground by the cliff yesterday, didja?

And he says No, and I say Good, because it would certainly fall into the category of things that would freak my mother out.

I don’t want to die, by the way, I say quickly, because I think he might be thinking it. And then: If anything, I already feel dead—quickly appended with a mortified Don’t tell my mom I said that.

No…I know what you mean, Luke says softly, and the wind riffles through his hair. He closes his eyes and leans into it, and I remember something else he told me, once, that he imagines his father tousling his hair when the wind blows.

And then, you know, I wonder why it works like that—why I’ve got so many issues with my family when I’m lucky enough to still have ‘em—is that really how it goes? Will I have to lose them before I love them half as much as I should?

And I think about Anakin, because I’m pretty sure I’ve met him, now—one night on Ryloth six or seven months ago, and I think I’ve met him since—but for some reason I don’t quite want to tell my uncle about it and I’m not sure why—

—but then I wonder if he doesn’t already know, because there’s something in the way that old man smiles that makes you think he knows a lot more than you’ve ever told him.

Do you think things ever get better? I ask.

What do you mean, Ben?

Well, because it seems like things do get better…but then they get worse. And maybe they get better again, but then they get worse again, too. Just makes me wonder why I’m still trying.

Followed again by: Don’t tell my mom I said that.

And Luke smiles a wry smile and tells me that there was once a year in his youth in which he dressed only in black and in which his thoughts were much the same and that he once went to the Emperor and essentially asked for death. It takes a lot to scare me, Ben.

Good, I say. ‘Cause I can get pretty scary.

I know you can, he says, and I grimace.

But so can I, he adds.

I don’t know what he means. I’m not sure I want to ask.

Even if things do get worse after they get better, Luke says, answering my question, we must not succumb to the darkness. The Jedi are warriors of light. Even in this time of peace, the Jedi go to battle every day—against despair, against injustice, against apathy.

I’m not a Jedi, I say.

Oh, I know you’re not.

Do you think the Sith will return? I ask disinterestedly.

And Luke says something that shocks me:

Oh, I know they will.

I stare at him, too stunned to say anything. How does he know this? Has he seen a vision of the future? Has he learned something of Snoke? Will there be another war? Why isn’t he afraid?

Then Luke smiles again, and says something else, like he’s telling me a secret:

I also know they’ll lose.

[lesson-b]

[everyhiphopalbumever]

2 Live Crew - The 2 Live Crew is What We Are (1986)

This album is noted for featuring the first Asian-American artist within hip-hop (Fresh Kid Ice), while the group is more prominently known for its salacious and filthy lyricism. It is a pretty solid debut.

6.2/10

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[swizziee]

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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[askbensolo]

Journal Entry #57: Life Day 29ABY

I think I forgot to mention this, but Luke did send me a birthday note and one of his signature care packages. There was a mini bantha crochet plushie in it, which I named Mini-Ren.

I also have a feeling I know who made the plush.

Anyway, all that to say—I think he was trying to show that he wasn’t mad at me. And I don’t really understand why, but…I guess it’s a good thing.

Actually? Ever since Uncle Luke got in yesterday, he’s seemed kind of…depressed. And it’s weird being a grown-up, because I notice stuff like that now. I don’t think Rey has really picked up on it.

Still, I guess I’m on this council but not granted the rank of grown-up, because I overheard Mom talking to Dad in a hushed tone and I heard her mention Luke…but, when I tried to join the conversation, I got promptly kidzoned. By which I mean Mom abruptly turned to me and said “Hi, sweetie!” about an octave too high—which I knew roughly translated to “Access denied: you have not gained enough XP to unlock this conversation.”

Hm. The “your mother will permanently see you as the age you had your mental break at” phenomenon should really be studied, I think.

My cousin Lumpy (who goes by Waroo, now, but will always be Lumpy to us) brought his girlfriend home. Every year it’s a different girlfriend. And I’d make some joke about how he just can’t make ‘em stay, but…it would sound pretty ironic, coming from me, right about now.

Auntie Malla hate hate hates this girlfriend in particular, and for some reason I am her chosen confidante for these maternal judgments. Her fur is too short. Her claws are too manicured. She has not offered to help Auntie Malla in the kitchen even once, and Auntie Malla fears she will go bald if Lumpy marries this girl.

“Ya know, Auntie, with how many girls he’s brought home over the years, I don’t think Lumpy seems too interested in marriage,” I said.

Auntie Malla looked absolutely stunned—and then she said, well—Lumpy had better hurry up and propose to this girl, and if he ends up with a wife who doesn’t know her way around the kitchen, then—bah!—that’s his own punishment to bear.

I laughed and gave Auntie Malla an affectionate pat on the back.

Caught Mom and Dad in the den under the mistletoe when they thought no one was lookin’. About five years ago, I would’ve thrown something at them. But this time, I just chuckled and rolled my eyes.

Because…cheers to them, you know, for still being insane about each other, twenty-five years later. With double careers, a grown-up problem son, and an adopted teenage daughter. And still they’re suckin’ face.

I wonder how people manage to find something like that.

I closed the door on them. But—couldn’t resist calling out that I don’t want any more siblings, first.

Didn’t get the last laugh, though. Dad called back that I didn’t have to worry, ‘cause the swimmers ain’t swimming no more—and I think I oughta be entitled to financial compensation for having to hear my old man say something so unnecessary—even if I was asking for it.

Found Uncle Chewie and Uncle Luke out on the terrace. Chewie gave Luke a big hug, and then came inside as I was coming out.

“Hey, Ben,” Uncle Luke said warmly. As if everything was normal, between us.

“…Hi,” I said.

Luke said he’d heard about me and Fannie (from Fannie herself, probably), and that he was sorry about it, and he knew it must be hard.

I had my doubts about the sincerity of this statement, given he had made it sooo clear before that he thought we were better apart, but…what did any of that matter, now? I could tell he was trying to extend sympathy toward me, regardless of whatever he might thinking in the privacy of his own mind—and, you know…I found myself willing to accept that.

“Thanks,” I said.

I asked if he had spoken to Fannie recently, and he said he had. He asked if I had spoken to Amalia recently, and I said I had.

Funny, I said; maybe we oughta switch comms for a day, and then you could talk to Amalia for once, and I could talk to Fannie.

And I wasn’t expecting Luke to find that funny, but…he actually did.

Just a little.

Since we were able to break the tension, I…told him I was sorry about before. And I said more, too, but…since I already went through all of that once, you’ll have to forgive me for not going through it all again here.

I asked Luke if he was doin’ okay. And he said…oh, yeah, fine. But…I could tell there was more he wasn’t saying.

I paused, and then I asked him if he was ever gonna take a break from the school. Like—a sabbatical, or something. Since he runs it all on his own.

He said he couldn’t. Because he runs it all on his own.

I told him, well then—he should just run away and go into exile and become a hermit on a hidden island, somewhere.

And I wasn’t expecting him to find that funny.

But, he did.

Just a little.

…Or, maybe, even a little bit more.

Interesting, I thought. And I tried to press a little more, but I didn’t really get anywhere.

Hm, I thought to myself. Well. I’ll be seein’ this guy 52 times next year. I’ll get to the bottom of this or else.

But, I didn’t say that part out loud.

What I did say was, “Happy Life Day, Uncle Luke.”

And, “Happy Life Day, Ben Solo,” is what he said back.

And—“Happy Life Day, my dudes” is what I’ve got to say to you.

Cheers to the year ahead, friends.

—Ben