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Hotstylz ft Yung Joc - Lookin' Boy

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Young Joc Reveals His New Hair Style | Has Hip Hop Become Soft?

Yung Joc’s fresh beveled pixie haircut has been creating a buzz online lately. The rapper, known for his hit song “It’s goin’ down,” revealed in a recent interview with Vibe Magazine that he had the haircut done for an upcoming movie role. In addition to appearing on Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta, Joc will star in the stoner comedy Waiting to Inhale alongside comedian Shawty and several other projects.…

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🎶💔 Get Ready for More Drama: Love & Hip Hop Atlanta Returns with Explosive Feuds and New Relationships! 💥💋

Mark your calendars and grab your popcorn, because “Love & Hip Hop Atlanta” is back later this month, and the tea is hotter than ever! As the new season kicks off, we dive headfirst into the tangled web of relationships and rivalries that define this iconic cast.

Scrappy and Bambi’s split send shockwaves through the group, with Bambi diving into a new romance while Scrappy navigates the complexities of co-parenting. The tension escalates when legal battles and accusations come to light, adding fuel to the fiery drama that follows their every move. Will they find a way to coexist peacefully, or are more fireworks on the horizon?

Meanwhile, Kendra Robinson and Yung Joc’s tumultuous relationship takes center stage, as unresolved issues and ultimatums threaten to tear them apart. Emotions run high, and tough decisions loom as they confront the harsh realities of their troubled romance. Will love conquer all, or are they destined for heartbreak?

The return of Rasheeda and Kirk Frost brings fresh challenges to their marriage, with old wounds resurfacing and new accusations testing the limits of their bond. And as Spice introduces a game-changing proposal for a cast album, tensions rise as alliances are tested and egos clash. Will the music unite them, or will it be another source of discord?

With Sierra Gates and others vying for a coveted spot on the album, egos clash and loyalties are tested in a battle for recognition and success. As alliances shift and secrets unravel, the stage is set for a season of twists, turns and jaw dropping revelations that will keep you on the edge of your seat. 

Don’t miss the explosive premiere of “Love & Hip Hop Atlanta” on July 23rd at 8/7c on MTV, where the drama never stops and the stakes are higher than ever. Get ready for a rollercoaster ride of emotions, scandals, and surprises that will leave you craving more! 🌟🔥🎥 #LHHATL #DramaAlert #RealityTVRedefined 🍿💔💄

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Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

"Homophrosyne"

Tagging: @trublu2u@burningpeachpuppy@upsteadlogic@noxytopy@kmc1989

Companion piece to Little Changes  & The Last Time

“It’s homophrosyne – The Ancient Greek term which means two people feeling or thinking alike.”  OA had told Stuart once upon a time as they stood next to the bomb disposal van watching you get reamed out by your boss. It’s not the first time it’s happened, it won’t the last. In fact Stuart’s sure he’s going to suffer the same fate when he gets back to the JOC because like you he went off book. “That’s you and Sasha, it must be nice to find someone who gets you like that.”

This was after OA's girlfriend Hanna had left for Delaware, the younger man was still feeling the loss acutely. He had wanted to try long distance, she had known it wouldn't last, not with a sick father to care for so she had ended it. His dating life afterwards had been a mix of false starts after that, because noone could contend with the woman he'd loved.

“It’s terrifying.” Stuart remembers telling the OA. “Because you know the logic behind the things they do and you can’t argue against it.”

It has been that way since the very beginning.

It’s the reason Stuart knows when he unlocks the door to the home the two of you share that he’s going to find you gone and your wedding ring on the kitchen table. He’s known you were going to leave him since you got the diagnosis. In your eyes you have nothing to offer him, he’s still young enough to have a family, to enjoy it. You just need to get out of his way.

The thing is Stuart doesn’t want a family with anyone else, if he has one he wants it to be with you.

He’s surprised to hear music when he enters the house. It’s loud, something with so much bass it feels like it’s vibrating through the walls. He takes the stairs two at a time because there’s an apprehension in his chest, this is the type of music you listen to when you don’t want to feel and he doesn’t like where that thought leads him. He finds you in the baby’s room, the one with the yellow walls and the white crib.

In the early days of trying, the two of you had gotten overexcited. You’d been so sure it was going to happen that you’d created this space for your baby.

“Manifest destiny am I right?” You had said while he put together the crib and you sorted through the unisex baby clothes.

The doors been closed on this space ever since you’d learned you wouldn’t be bringing home a child. Neither of you could bear to look at it.

Now that door is open and the fresh scent of paint assails his nostrils.

When he steps into that room, his heart breaks just a little because he sees it for what it is, an ending to a dream. The cuddly toys that lined the shelves have been shoved into trash bags, with donation labels affixed to them. The crib has been taken down, packed away tidily alongside of the bags. Two of the four walls are now sage green, the tiny little cartoon sheep that you had painted together with a stencil have disappeared under the fresh coat. There’s an anguish in his chest, he feels it so acutely that it makes his eyes sting.

He understands the message. If you stay you can’t be around this stuff, they’re just reminders of your inadequacy as a woman, you need to start fresh.

You tense when he puts his hands gently on your shoulders, his lips brushing lightly over the back of your head.

“What will it be?” He asks you, his voice a little rough.

“I don’t know.” You say quietly before gesturing at the trash bags. “I just know it can’t be that.”

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New M*A*S*HCast! Season 7, Episode 18: “The Young and the Restless” w/guest Mark Preader https://fireandwaterpodcast.com/podcast/mashcast162/

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Task Force 141 x Younger Member! OC

‘Pip’ is a new member to the Task Force 141. She’s one of the youngest, in her early twenties. She’s very damn good at her job, silent, and deadly. But outside the base? she’s a sweet and sassy lil lady, an absolute minx.

Top 10 Songs:

Trance - Metro Boomin, Travis Scott, Young thug

Drunk And Nasty - Pi’erre Bourne ft. Sharc

Buy U a Drank - T Pain ft. Yung Joc

Work - Rihanna ft. Drake

Need to Know - Doja Cat

Baby Boy - Beyoncé ft. Sean Paul

Rude Boy - Rihanna

Low - Sza

Escort - Chase Atlantic

Money Maker - 2 Chainz ft. Lil Wayne

The moodboard and playlist is how I personally picture Pip would be.

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The birds & the birds (4)

Previous / Next / Beginning

JOCELYN: Mami wanted you to talk to me about Nylah, didn't she?

LORNA: No, I wanted you to talk to me before she asked me to talk to you. So... what's up, Joc?

JOCELYN: I know you already know, so...

LORNA: How we gonna know what you don't tell us? 'Cause you damn sure never say anything.

JOCELYN: We both got jobs; we could get our own place.

LORNA: You could, but you're gonna spend more time working than lovin', I'll tell you that.

TRUDY: Y'all let Q move Mercedes in even before they got engaged.

LORNA: Ain't no way your mami gonna agree to let Mylah move in; Imma tell you that right now.

TRUDY: U-Haulin' - every young lesbian's rite of passage.

JOCELYN: What's U-Haulin' ?

LORNA:

Something decades of lesbians always seem to learn the hard way.

Q & Mercedes will be will be getting married, the whole thing with you and Nylah... We're all gonna need more room. If you can slow your roll, Q and me got something in the works.

JOCELYN: What is it?

LORNA:

We trying to make sure we have a way that we can all stay close like Tio Carmen's family; your heman will be giving Mercedes her babies...

... and we want something beautiful for Abuela.

JOCELYN: Abuela ain't going nowhere, Papi.

LORNA:

She ain't immortal, Joc.

Just give me a little more time; that's all I'm askin'. And have some girl talk with your mami. It would mean a lot to her.

JOCELYN: She ain't gonna ask for details, is she?

LORNA: That's all on you, big dog. Good luck. 'Nother round, Trudy.

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one time i thought i could condition myself to feel happy by listening to a happy song when i was sad so i chose the most upbeat song i could think of which at the time was buy u a drank shawty snappin by tpain and young joc but the thing is when u listen to a song exclusively when u are mega sad and crying sometimes u pavlov urself into being sad and crying while listening to it instead. so now i begin to shed tears upon hearing buy u a drank tpain.

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JoC - Chapter 5

Elliott was staring at the ceiling.

Again.

He felt so...sad? Empty? Scared?

He didn’t even know…

The kids were in school and he wished they weren’t. He wished Ayleen was here and they could talk about fishes or go to the aquarium together. He wished Ephraim was here and they would talk about frogs or go to the library and would read together. The boy was fiercely intelligent and found so much joy in reading young science books, explaining facts to him he had just learned. A wonderful child. Both of them. Wonderful children. As no doubt would be their third.

Their third.

Elliott pressed his hands on his face, tears welling.

He was so scared. In this terrible moment, when his very mind seemed to fail him, when his mental strength, his resolve that had kept him going through so much hardship in the past seemed to just fail him! While the second pregnancy had gone without any major incidents, they had said afterwards that there had been some tissue damaged. Another pregnancy had been deemed incredibly unlikely which had suited them just fine then. The fact that there now was one was...daunting in so many ways.

Elliott got up, rubbing his face, trying to make himself move. He knew there was little point to him just lying there. He needed to get out of the house.

Full chapter at Ao3

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rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and list 10 songs that show up

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I'm somewhere in Alaska / I'm iced out, get ghost, now I look like Casper (Best of Young Slo-Be)

Young Slo-Be - ‘Real Luv’ (July 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘Play Me’ ( July 2019) Young Slo-Be & Bris - ’21:42’ (September 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘Trife’ (October 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘G-Way’ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be ft Bris, EBK Young Joc & EBK Juvie Ju - ‘This Ain’t Nun New’ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be - ‘1AM in Stockton’ (August 2020) Mac J ft EBK Young Joc & Young Slo-Be - ‘Minswell’ (November 2020) Young Slo-Be - ‘NGH’ (March 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Shay Shay’ (April 2021) Young Slo-Be - 'Southeast Demons' (June 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Stay On Point’ (October 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Nike’ (January 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Black Heart Dead Rose’ (March 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Ricky’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be ft DaBoii - ‘Ouwee’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Pony’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘HoodStar’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Blast It’ (June 2022) Tr3yway6k, Young Slo-Be, EBK Young Joc & YoungThreat - ‘South Central 2 South East’ (July 2022)

Stockton's Young Slo-Be should have lived long enough to be a star. He already rapped like one before he was murdered, aged just 29, in August last year.

Instead, we get the life half-lived, the music cut off somewhere on its ascent, the peak hidden just beyond the next bend. Against a life, it's scant consolation.

Yet what music it was. At its best: raw and magnetic and mesmerising in a way that so much music fails to be. More should be written about it. Slo-Be's last album alone had moments where his powers as a rapper reached new heights. 'Hoodstar' plays out like a whirlpool- an artist circling around a ruin that he knew could be his own and rapping like it. Then there's 'Blast It'- somehow more still and yet even more desperate. Its title lyric sounds like a resignation to constant peril. In the verses, the betrayals by close friends and the loss of others, even family scars, linger and smart. It's a departure, in other words, from the nihilism of 'Minswell'- a track as wonderfully detached as the slurred read of its hook.

But the range was always there. 'Real Luv'- one of the first Slo-Be tracks I heard- was an early indicator of his ability to find the pockets in a pitched-up sample, and make something genuinely catchy in the process. Yet tonally it was a million miles away from Slo-Be's other tracks. 'Trife', also from 2019, was an early sketch of his environment's relentless cycles, '...still in the hood, still buying pounds, still buying these pounds...'. Slo-Be sounded almost regretful about being all in. It didn't detract from the venom of his delivery- the production on 'Nike' is as precarious as footsteps on a highwire but Slo-Be seems to have had that talent of rapping softly and fearlessly so that he never falls off it, and in the process ratchets up the tension to unbearable levels. Later in the catalogue, the words tumble out to completely different effect on 'Black Heart Dead Rose', where his lyrics seem filled with genuine frustration and bitterness.

His voice, in all of these tracks, compels you to listen. It was a voice that had so much more to say.

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Cali Rap 2023

1. 03 Greedo - Rich On Grape Street

2. 22nd Jim ft. Larry June - Say Luv

3. Acito - Monkey In The Middle

4. 310babii ft. Mustard, Blueface, Tyga, OhGeesy & BlueBucksClan - Soak City (Remix)

5. Nef the Pharaoh ft. LaRussell - Furley Goat

6. 1100 Himself - Baby D

7. Emahalani - Next Caller

8. Mac God Dbo - Mac Blast Flow

9. EBK Jaaybo - Apocalypse

10. ChampCash ft. LASKYYWALKER & Tayo Fetti - Cutting Up

11. Baby Stone Gorillas - Block Benders

12. Drakeo the Ruler & Ralfy the Plug - In Loving Memory

13. AFN Peso - Blessings

14. Mac J ft. Philthy Rich - Engine Ina Trunk

15. Verde Babii - Slo-Be Flow

16. ALLBLACK ft. Waka Flocka Flame - Vince Lombardi

17. Lil Kayla - Hold On

18. Capolow - Can You Hear Me Now?

19. 1TakeJay ft. Lil Vada, DonnySolo & 1TakeQuan - Thick Hoes

20. Shady Blu ft. Zoe Osama - Hoedown

21. ZayBang - So Long

22. OTM - Good Try Brad

23. EBK Young Joc - Fire On Me

24. Lil Ricefield ft. Nef the Pharaoh & Scando the Darklord - Missy Elliott

25. MBNel - Fliccin Up

26. RJMrLA - Buckle Up

27. Rob Vicious - Sliden

28. LaRussell - UFO Outside Momo's

29. Kamaiyah - Steppin'

30. Azjah ft. BlueBucksClan - Right In

31. Big Sad 1900 - Therapy 3

32. ShyBelligerent - Son Of A Bitch

33. CHUCKSTAAA & GotDamnItDupri - Dirty Bag Snatchaz

34. Famous Uno - Uuuhh!

35. Rucci - Point Me 2 Tha Bitches

36. CaliRant ft. LeeLeeBabii - Look Back At Me

37. P-Lo - Regular

38. Kool John - Intervention

39. E-40 ft. Clyde Carson & Larry June - GPS

40. Blxst ft. Remble - child of GOD

41. Wallie the Sensei - Viral

42. Fenix Flexin - Apologies

43. Pallaví aka Fijiana ft. Stunnaman02 - Touch Me

44. DaBoii - Turn Myself In

45. Mike Sherm - Ghostwriter

46. Stunna Girl ft. Mozzy - Wake Dis Shit Up

47. Tyga & YG - Perk 10

48. AzChike & Uce Lee - Drunk Horny Text

49. Haiti Babii - Yo Baby Mama Ugly

50. Young Drummer Boy & King Lil G - Bangin

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It’s been three years since Omar laid eyes on you, since the day he dropped you off at JFK airport.  You’d had to catch a flight back to Delaware in order to care for your father. He’s thought about you often since then, wondering what you’re up to, how you’re doing.

When he sees you again at a crime scene in Brooklyn, he can’t believe it. He had no idea you were back in New York. The Human Trafficking Task Force operates out of their Brooklyn-Queens residency, they’ve been called in because Omar’s case has developed into something unexpected. Back in the day that’s where you’d been assigned, it looks like you’ve returned to the position.

For a moment it feels like the world stands still. Your eyes meet and it’s like the past three years haven’t happened. It comes back in a rush, all of those emotions chasing through his body, His feelings haven’t changed, not really, he’s still as in love with you as he was the day he dropped you off at the airport.

You don’t get a chance to talk, you’re busy interviewing the victims, reallocating them to the relevant resources. Part of your work is to ensure that each victim receives the support they deserve, in both an immediate and long-term capacity. This is the thing that you excel at, victim support. You have a dedication that goes far beyond the normal scope of any investigator he’s ever met. Your empathy is one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place, your ability to instil a sense of peace in the chaos that surrounds you.

It becomes a joint operation; you end up in the JOC discussing the details of the trafficking ring you’ve been investigating over the past few months. The story you tell is harrowing, he can tell it’s made it’s mark on you, you wear it on your features as you describe the conditions that you found the girls in, some as young as eleven. It sickens every single one of them.

He catches up with you in the breakroom afterwards. You’re trying to stifle a yawn behind your hand as you stir four sugars into your coffee mug.  You usually take one.

“Burning the candle at both ends?” He asks as he picks up his own mug and decants coffee and hot water into it.

“I’ve been on this case for the past thirty-six hours.” You tell him, rubbing the space between your eyes. “Your crime scene wasn’t the first one I’ve been to in the past few days.”

It goes like that with human trafficking. If the smugglers get even the faintest inclination that they’ve been compromised, they move the stock or dispose of it.

“I didn’t know you were back in the city.” He says quietly as he stirs in the creamer.

You lean against the worksurface alongside of him, your shoulder brushing against his.

“I got back a few months ago.” You say as you raise your mug to your lips. “I kept meaning to reach out, but things got a little busy.”

Omar knows how it works. You’d come back to New York, hit the ground running. He knows you would have wanted to move on after Delaware, immerse yourself in the work. It’s how you dealt with a lot of things.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” He says softly, studying your features.

He sees the sadness in you, you’ve done well to hide it but the grief it clings to you like a well-worn coat.

“We had a good couple of years together, but he declined quickly towards the end.” You shake your head as you clasp the mug to your chest. “It’s the nature of it you know?”

He does know, his uncle had died of the same thing not long before he met you. He’d seen the toll the treatment took, how quickly things can change and go downhill. That’s why he never begrudged you leaving, he wanted you to have as much time with your father as you possibly could. His hand takes yours as he meets your eyes.

“I do know.” He says, his thumb tracing over the hollow of your wrist.

You give him a watery smile, squeezing his fingers before the door to the break room opens and you release it.

You’re exhausted by the time case is over, it’s been over seventy-two hours and you’re running on fumes. He can see the weariness in you, it’s in the way you rub at your red-rimmed eyes, the single tap pf your finger on the keyboard as scroll through the report checking for errors. He knows what the aftermath is like, when the adrenaline leaks out of your body and the fatigue crashes in on you.

“Let me take you home.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon your shoulder, his thumb chasing over the nape of your neck. He massages that tense little knot between your shoulder blades, and you make that noise, the one he still hears in his dreams. “You’re too tired to drive.”

He walks you to your apartment door, fingertips brushing yours as you walk side by side. That connection between the two of you, it’s still there thrumming just under the surface, the way it always has been.

When he steps into your apartment, he can’t help but smile. The essence of your personality emanates from the walls, his fingertips run over the blanket that’s folded over the back of the couch, the one your mother quilted. He remembers it draped over the bottom of your bed in the last place.

“Come to bed with me.” You say softly, your fingers entwining with his. “I know you’re tired too.”

There’s such tenderness in his gaze as you undress each other, his warm hands drawing the fabric from your form. His thumb chases over the line of your jaw.

“All I want to do is to climb into bed and hold you.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “The way that we used to.”

“I want that too.” You tell him.

When you get into bed, Omar wraps his arms around you and draws you close. He buries his face into the curve of your throat, inhaling the scent of nectarines that clings to your skin.

“I’ve missed this.” He whispers as his lips ghost across your ear. “I missed you.”

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New M*A*S*HCast! Season 7, Episode 11: “Dear Comrade” w/guest Brett Young https://fireandwaterpodcast.com/podcast/mashcast155/