#new york drill

[bantuotaku]

Slizzy: "LEGENDARY"

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[traklegend]

[verum-artifex]

Ice Spice | Fan Art.

Euphoric

[loveeee21vage]

Percy Jackson is not a taylor swift fan and i’ll die on that hill. this mfer probably listened to pop smoke while beating ares’s ass.

[matbarzyy]

Besties reunited 🥰

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Mildred Donsbach, director, leads the children to a shelter room after the raid alarm is given during an air raid drill at the East 73rd St. Jones Center, January 8, 1942.

Photo: Tom Sande for the AP

[toomuchsugar-hill]

DD OSAMA: “coming home late”

Xreader fanfiction (all characters are 18 years and over)

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each sound louder and more grating as the minutes dragged on. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap and your phone clutched tightly in your hand. It was almost 2 a.m., and DD Osama still wasn’t home.

This wasn’t the first time he’d stayed out late, but tonight felt different. He hadn’t answered your texts or calls, and the sinking feeling in your chest grew heavier with every passing minute.

You tried to rationalize it. Maybe he was stuck in the studio or handling something important. But the anxiety gnawed at you, and frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.

When you finally heard the jangle of keys at the door, your heart jumped. The door creaked open, and DD stepped inside, his hoodie pulled low over his face, and the faint smell of smoke clinging to his clothes.

“You’re just now getting home?” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

He froze, clearly not expecting you to be awake. “Damn, you still up?”

“Of course I’m still up,” you said, standing from the couch. “You didn’t answer my calls, you didn’t text back. I was worried about you, DD!”

He sighed, running a hand over his face as he closed the door behind him. “Chill, ma. I’m here now, ain’t I?”

“Don’t ‘chill’ me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Do you know what time it is? Where were you?”

The Argument———

DD dropped his keys on the counter and leaned against it, his jaw tightening. “I was out handling business. You already know how it is.”

“Business?” you repeated, your voice rising. “It’s always business with you. You don’t think I deserve to know where you are or what you’re doing?”

“You don’t need to know everything I do,” he said defensively, his tone laced with irritation.

“That’s not the point, and you know it!” you said, stepping closer to him. “I’m not asking for a play-by-play of your life. I’m asking for basic respect, DD. A text, a call—something to let me know you’re okay.”

He shook his head, his frustration evident. “It’s not that simple, my heart. You know what kind of life I live. Sometimes I can’t just stop and send a text.”

“And I’m supposed to be okay with that?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I’m supposed to sit here and wait all night, wondering if you’re safe, if you’re even coming home?”

DD’s face softened for a moment, but his pride wouldn’t let him fully back down. “I’m doing this for us. Everything I do out there is for you, for our future.”

You scoffed, tears pricking your eyes. “What future, DD? A future where I’m constantly worried about losing you? Where I’m the last thing on your mind?”

His silence was deafening.

______

Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You hated fighting with him. You knew his life wasn’t easy, and you tried your best to be understanding. But nights like this made it hard to ignore the fear that one day he might not come home at all.

DD stayed in the kitchen for a while, the weight of your words sinking in. He hated seeing you upset, hated knowing he was the cause of your pain. But he didn’t know how to make it better—not when the life he lived demanded so much from him.

After a while, he pushed off the counter and made his way to the bedroom. The door creaked open, and he saw you sitting on the bed, your back to him.

“My heart,” he said softly, stepping inside.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his chest tightening. “I know you’re mad, and you got every right to be. But I can’t let you go to bed like this.”

You didn’t respond, your silence cutting deeper than any words could.

Making It Right——-

DD crossed the room and sat down beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out, his hand brushing against yours, but you pulled away.

“I don’t want to talk right now,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Then don’t talk,” he said gently. “Just listen.”

You hesitated but didn’t move, allowing him to continue.

“I know I mess up sometimes,” he admitted, his voice low. “I know I don’t always do things the way you want me to. But I need you to know that you’re my everything. You’re my heart, my reason for doing all this.”

He reached out again, this time cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him. His eyes searched yours, filled with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“I’m trying, ma. I swear I am. I just… I don’t know how to be anything else but this. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To make you feel safe.”

Your resolve began to crack, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the walls you’d built around your heart.

“You can’t just say that, DD,” you said quietly. “You have to show me.”

“I will,” he promised, leaning closer. “Starting right now.”

______

He pressed his lips to yours, slow and deliberate, as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough but tender.

You wanted to stay mad, to hold onto your anger and prove a point. But the way his hands moved, gentle yet possessive, made it impossible to resist him.

“DD…” you whispered, but he silenced you with another kiss, his lips trailing down your neck in a way that sent shivers through your body.

“This ain’t just for me,” he said, his voice a mix of apology and desire. “It’s for you. Because you’re my heart, and I can’t lose you.”

His hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a fire that made you forget, at least for the moment, all the frustration and fear.

The Morning After—-

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the way DD’s arm was draped over your waist, holding you close. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

You turned your head to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep. For all his bravado and toughness, there was a softness to him in moments like this that reminded you why you stayed.

As if sensing your gaze, his eyes fluttered open, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Morning, my heart.”

“Morning,” you replied softly.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You still mad at me?”

“A little,” you admitted, though your tone was lighter.

“I’ll take that,” he said with a chuckle, pulling you closer. “But I’m serious about what I said last night. I’m gonna do better—for you, for us.”

You nodded, hope flickering in your chest. “You better.”

“I will,” he promised, his eyes holding yours. “Because you’re worth it.”

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could weather the storm together.

I’ll write the smut scene too if you want <3

[heygingergirl]

WAKE UP AMERICA!

[uzurii]

TRAVIS SCOTT

[bobjostarshine]

The Young Driller doing it BIG for his Big Vro,

— DD Osama

[depersonalizedtechno]

[xtoksx]

SLIDING Out now on all dsps

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, we are nearly three months into a necromantic mass musical summoning event on my page. For nearly 90 days, I’ve been covering recently deceased musical legends as well as digging deep for the very elite of dead bands. I’m gonna wrap the theme up after my next musical post, but this week let’s examine a band that has virtually no history because it folded like an accordion right out of the birth canal. Does everybody remember 90’s alternative rock!? I know, a throwback, right? If you’re not old enough to remember what the musical market was like back then; alternative rock had spent the 80’s largely underground and was popularized in the 90’s by bands like Nirvana, The Smashing Pumpkins and Soundgarden. At least initially, this type of rock was supposed to be an ‘alternative’ to mainstream radio rock. Unfortunately, in just a few short years, alt-rock BECAME mainstream radio rock. Everybody wanted to be in an alt-rock band and as a result the market became bloated and flabby with 3 to 4 member acts, and the music itself became diluted and consumer-focused. Alternative rock DID NOT age well, folks, and neither did Drill. This band didn’t just shit the bed upon their arrival on the music scene, they managed to shit every bed in a ten-block radius and called it quits immediately thereafter. They created zero hits, they never went on tour, they didn’t really contribute anything particularly substantial to music in general, and their album sold like bottled colon cancer. Further, they never really had a chance in hell at being successful because they were a newer act trying to muscle their way into the oversized alt-rock market which was largely spoken for. And that’s a shame, because this band had some demonstrably talented members like impossibly hot and gifted lead vocalist and future KMFDM alum Lucia Cifarelli, as well as Black Label Society’s original bassist John DeServio. Although their first and only album wasn’t exactly the greatest-of-all-time, they at least tried to hunker down and create something that sounded different from their contemporaries. When their self-titled album got panned into the 9th dimension by critics at the time, Drill instantly went out like a puff of cigar smoke in a thunderstorm. End of band history! This is Go To Hell from their 1996 self-titled album. Smash play and enjoy alt-rock again in all its majestic 90’s-drenched glory!

When I listen to modern music, I mostly hear shitty corporate pablum. When I listen to Drill, I think, well, at least there was some potential for greatness. They were enthusiastic, chaotic, aggressive, and creative… all traits I would respect in any artist. When it comes to music, I like anything that tries to be different. Drill tried and failed miserably, but as they say, it is sometimes the effort alone that counts. Image source: https://www.discogs.com/artist/230476-Drill

[bigsunflowergang]

Wrd2mydeads🎵🎵

just feel like sharing my NY drill playlist with y’all bc i use a lot of them in my fics !

**= favorite …. you guys should listen !!

speed racing- kay flock (🔓) ft. blovee

triple threat- sdot go, naz gpg, & jay hound

raggy- spliffhappy

psa- kay flock (🔓)

is ya ready- kay flock (🔓)

penthouse- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh)

insecurities- 41 (tata)

**black ops- faZe kayasan, 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata, dee billz), c blu, kenzo balla

**joker- 41 (jenn carter)

**deuce- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh)

d & d- blockwork & sha ek

wna- sdot go

shock- 41 (jenn carter, tata)

**wait- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata)

get home- set da trend (setty b)

evil twins pt. 2- sugarhill ddot & notti osama(🕊️)

everybody shot- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, no kartii, jerry west)

ayo bri (remix)- sugarhill keem (🔓) ft oy quan (🔓)

**catch up- bbg steppaa ft. dd osama

catch up pt. 2- bbg steppaa ft. dd osama

shot in the party- sha ek

o’s let’s do it (original)- dd osama & deeplay4keeps

keep geekin’- gooddayray ft. dthang gz (🔓 free my man my man)

**on the radar freestyle- jayklickin & jstar balla

**on the radar freestyle- dthang gz (🔓)

move it- sugarhill ddot

gzz box- dthang gz (🔓)

**breakin bad (okay)- sleepy hallow ft. sheff g (🔓)

**stop cappin- sugarhill ddot

eternal- dd osama

**2055- sleepy hallow

**bunny hop- dthang gz (🔓) ft. tdot (🔓 free the whole RPT)

free swindle- k. sixmade ft. 83baby, 3stripes, and dd osama

ice cream truck- sugarhill keem (🔓)

without you- dd osama ft. notti osama (🕊️)

take trips- sugarhill ddot ft. jstar balla

**can’t wait- sugarhill keem

see red- 41 (jenn carter, tata)

headshot- lil tjay, polo g, and fivio foreign

blame on me- j.i. the prince of new york

**talk facts- dthang (🔓), bando gz (🔓), and tdot (🔓)

**FUCKING FREE RPT.**

movelook- sugarhill keem

**movelook (remix)- sugarhill keem ft. blockwork

designer- sheff g (🔓) ft. sleepy hallow

imagination- mo kartii

throw- lil mabu & dd osama

dream- sugarhill ddot

sexy & i know it- sugarhill keem (🔓)

la lokita- jstar balla

wait for you- jayklickin ft. dd osama

missing- crazy james ft. dudeylo

**on the radar- enphamus

flock at the flockas- sugarhill keem (🔓)

wtf- sugarhill keem (🔓)

evil twins- sugarhill keem (🔓) ft. oy quan (🔓)

**shake it- kay flock (🔓), cardi b, dougie b (🔓) ft. bory3000

**opponent- dthang (🔓)

caution- dthang (🔓)

**like- dthang (🔓) ft. bando gz (🔓)

whoopty- cj

no remorse- sugarhill ddot

**many men- lee drilly (🔓)

don’t play with it- lola brooke ft. billy b

make it lit- kenzo b

**friday night- edot babyy (🕊️)

**red ruby da sleeze- nicki minaj (👑)

**stack it- bando gz (🔓)

dead opps- dd osama ft. notti osama (🕊️)

touch the ground- edot babyy (🕊️), sha ek, & sugarhill keem (🔓)

**wedgie man this, wedgie man that- dthang (🔓)

wild west- bigga bzz

**opp huntin’- kenzo balla

how you every o shot- cj goon, 30, sha ek

explosive freestyle- dudeylo

**bizurk- 41 (jenn carter)

**on gang- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata)

**being honest- kay flock (🔓)

**brotherly love- kay flock (🔓), dougie b (🔓), b lovee

tcardi- kay flock (🔓), dougie b (🔓), lilskrap 1090, justo b

opp spotter- kay flock (🔓) & blovee

**scene- dthang (🔓)

bestie- sleepy hallow

**deadly- nesty gzz ft. say drilly (🔓), lee drilly (🔓), e-wuu

EOS- yagi b, set da trend, dougie b (🔓)

public service announcement- lee drilly (🔓)

**4 for 4- leeks g bando ft. lee drilly (🔓), kay hound, bando gz (🔓)

**freak on- lee drilly (🔓)

habits- dthang (🔓)

get crazy- sugarhill keem (🔓)

no suburban pt. 2- sheff g (🔓)

**drill k pt. 1- tae porter

**50 for 50- blockwork

oyk- nas ebk (🔐 keep that nigga) ft. set da trend

dead gz- kenzo balla

**get back- sha ek ft. pj glizzy (🔓)

this is new york- scar lip

**stuck in my ways- dougie b (🔓)

**no ozone- cblu ft. set da trend

**muddy- pj glizzy (🔓)

bffr- kenzo b

**spinnin’- bbg steppaa & sugarhill ddot

300 bluntz- jayklickin & buba 35

**wrecc- 83baby & jayklickin

not in the mood- kay flock (🔓), lil tjay, & fivio foreign

**keep it 100- dougie b (🔓)

**me, myself, & i- kay flock (🔓)

fetty- 41 (jenn carter, tata, kyle richh)

**kant lack- kenzo balla & faZe kaysan

cuz we did- 41 (tata & kyle richh)

**princess diana- ice spice (👑) & nicki minaj (👑)

**deli- ice spice (👑)

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in my miles era rn but can’t forget my husband man free dthang, free bando, free RPT & drilly gzzly 💔💔💔 free doa, free pj glizzy, free the ed twins FREE NEW YORKKKKKK

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Bustling 42nd & Fifth just before a simulated air raid, June 14, 1954.

Photo: Associated Press

[toomuchsugar-hill]

HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT: Sugarhill Ddot’s Secret Romance

(Xreader with chosen name fanfic)

The soft glow of neon lights bathed the small recording studio in hues of pink and blue. Sugarhill Ddot sat back in his chair, his hoodie pulled low over his face as the instrumental for his next track looped in the background. His phone buzzed constantly on the desk beside him—fans flooding his Instagram with comments about his latest single, My Baby, with Star Bandz.

The collaboration had set the internet on fire. Fans adored their chemistry on the track, the way their voices intertwined so effortlessly. But their obsession didn’t stop there. Every Instagram post, every story, every livestream was dissected for clues about the nature of their relationship. Were they just collaborators? Best friends? Or something more?

For Ddot, it was almost amusing. Almost.

He glanced at the tattoo peeking out from behind his ear, the name “Sonder” etched in delicate red ink. If only they knew the truth.

(The Beginning of Something Real)

Ddot had known Star for over a year. They met through mutual friends in the industry and quickly hit it off as collaborators. Star was loud, confident, and unapologetically ambitious—a mirror to Ddot’s own charisma. But it wasn’t until he met her sister, Sonder, that things shifted.

Sonder wasn’t anything like her twin. Where Star thrived in the spotlight, Sonder stayed in the shadows. She was shorter, curvier, with dark, coiled curls that framed her face. She rarely said much, but when she did, her voice carried a quiet strength that captivated Ddot.

At first, their interactions were casual. She’d pass through the room during one of Star’s late-night studio sessions, offering snacks or drinks before disappearing back to her room. But something about her lingered in his mind.

One night, after wrapping up a session with Star, Ddot found Sonder sitting on the back porch, her sketchbook balanced on her knees.

“Didn’t think you’d still be up,” he said, stepping outside.

She looked up, startled, before offering him a shy smile. “I like it out here. It’s quiet.”

He sat down beside her, glancing at the sketch she was working on. It was a beautiful design—an abstract mix of shapes and symbols.

“You made this?” he asked, genuinely impressed.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It’s just for fun.”

“Nah, this ain’t just for fun. This is talent.”

She blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”

That night, they talked for hours. It was the first time Ddot felt like someone saw him—not the rising star, not the face of Sugarhill—but just him.

________

Their relationship blossomed in secret. They knew the risks of going public, especially with the way fans were already shipping Ddot and Star. The industry thrived on drama, and the idea of him dating Star’s twin sister would send people into a frenzy.

Ddot didn’t care about the rumors, but he cared about Sonder. She wasn’t built for the spotlight the way her sister was. The idea of her being dragged into his chaotic world made him protective of her in ways he hadn’t expected.

Their moments together were stolen and sacred. Late-night FaceTime calls, long drives to secluded spots, whispered conversations in the corners of Star’s house when no one was looking.

“You really got me out here sneaking around,” Sonder teased one evening as they sat in his car, parked at the edge of a quiet park.

He smirked, leaning closer. “You complaining?”

She laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “Not really.”

_______

Ddot was never one to shy away from bold decisions. So when he decided to get Sonder’s name tattooed behind his ear, it felt natural—like a promise.

The ink was simple but meaningful, a testament to the girl who had stolen his heart without even trying. When he posted a close-up of the tattoo on Instagram, the caption read: “Something personal.”

Fans went wild. Theories swirled: Was it a song title? A tribute to someone in his life? Star’s name wasn’t Sonder, so the connection wasn’t obvious.

For a while, the mystery stayed intact. But that all changed during a now-infamous livestream.

(The Stream That Changed Everything)

Ddot was streaming with his closest friends—Brooklyn, DD, and Jay. The energy was high, the banter playful as they laughed and joked with the thousands of fans watching.

“Yo, Ddot,” Brooklyn said suddenly, leaning closer to the screen. “What’s that on your neck?”

Ddot froze, his hand instinctively flying up to cover the hickey just barely visible under his hoodie.

Brooklyn grinned mischievously. “Nah, don’t even try to hide it now! What’s that, my guy?”

The chat exploded. Messages like “WHO GAVE HIM THAT?!” and “DDOT GOT A GIRL???” scrolled by faster than he could read.

DD, never one to miss an opportunity, jumped in. “Hold up, hold up. And what about that tattoo you posted? ‘Sonder’? That her name?”

Ddot laughed nervously, his usual swagger momentarily faltering. “Y’all doing too much, man.”

But Brooklyn wasn’t letting up. “So you got someone’s name tatted and a hickey in the same week? Bro, you in love or what?”

Ddot mumbled something unintelligible, then abruptly stood up and walked off-camera, leaving his friends—and the fans—buzzing with speculation.

_______

The internet went into overdrive after the stream. Fans dissected every detail, piecing together clues in their quest to uncover Ddot’s mystery girl. When one particularly persistent fan discovered Sonder’s private Instagram account, everything unraveled.

The account was filled with photos that told a story no one had expected. Pictures of Sonder and Ddot cuddling on a couch, selfies of them kissing, and videos of him laughing with her in the background.

The leaks spread like wildfire. Within hours, Sonder’s name was trending, and the narrative shifted from “Are Star and Ddot dating?” to “Who is Sonder, and why didn’t we know about her?”

(The Fallout)

Sonder wasn’t prepared for the attention. Her phone buzzed nonstop with notifications—some supportive, but many cruel.

“Stay away from Ddot!”

“You’re ruining his career!”

“You’re just jealous of your sister!”

The rumors hurt more than she let on, but she tried to stay strong.

Star, however, wasn’t having it.

______

During her next livestream, Star decided to address the situation head-on. She sat in front of the camera, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

“Alright, I gotta say something,” she began, her voice firm.

The chat lit up instantly, fans begging for answers.

“First of all, y’all need to leave my sister alone,” Star said, leaning closer to the camera.

The messages slowed, as if the viewers were holding their breath.

“Sonder didn’t ask for any of this. She’s not in the industry, she’s not chasing clout, and she’s definitely not trying to compete with me. Y’all don’t know her, so stop coming for her.”

Her voice grew sharper. “And for the record, me and Ddot? Never been a thing. My Baby was a song, not a confession. So stop trying to pit us against each other. That’s my sister, and I love her.”

Her words went viral, earning her praise from fans who admired her loyalty.

_____

Despite Star’s defense, the pressure on Sonder and Ddot didn’t let up.

One night, as they sat together in Sonder’s room, she finally voiced her fears.

“Maybe we should take a break,” she said quietly, her head resting against his shoulder.

Ddot pulled back to look at her. “What? Nah, don’t say that.”

“I just don’t want to make things harder for you,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Your fans, your career…this could ruin everything.”

“You think I care about that?” he asked, his voice firm. “I care about you. That’s it. Let them talk. Let them hate. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arms around her.

The next chapter———

Over time, the frenzy died down. Fans moved on to new rumors and scandals, and the industry shifted its focus back to Ddot’s music.

Sonder deleted her Instagram, choosing to stay out of the public eye. Ddot, meanwhile, doubled down on his career, channeling his emotions into his music.

Their love story wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs—a bond forged in the quiet moments they shared, hidden from the chaos of the world.

Because sometimes, the best things in life are worth fighting for.