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albatris · 4 years

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T for the oc asks?

hey! thanks for the ask! I think I have two T characters that I can remember and I have another T in my inbox so…… as per usual I’m gonna start with the easier one hahaha

which would be Tris, much to the surprise of……… no one, probably?

also, obligatory apology for the lengthy rambles

I swear not all my responses will be like this ok

I just don’t know how to, like.......... shhh, ever

Full name: Tristan James Greer, n like. as mentioned in a previous ask he and his older brother Jacob share a middle name because of just. incredibly stupid reasons. both in terms of canon explanation and Me As A Writer explanations

Nicknames, if any: technically I guess “Tris” is the nickname, although it would be more accurate to say that “Tris” is his name and “Tristan” is a word he is entirely divorced from and will not respond to, unless you’re one of his two siblings, or his parents using A Certain Tone Of Voice, or sometimes Shara who forgets, or legal forms, or it's pertinent to a joke he'd like to make

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Ace, definitely at least a little bi, not that it ever really comes up in a major way in-story. Like, could definitely be argued he had a crush on Kai when they first became friends, but like. who knows whether that was legitimate romantic attraction or whether he was just so unbelievably caught off guard by someone being genuinely interested in and nice to him that it immediately crashed his entire emotional system and caused his brain to short-circuit. could go either way. also who of the atdao gang DOESN'T have at least a slight crush on Kai, probably

A song I associate with them: How about five instead!! Good Tris tunes include but are in no way limited to: “Boys Will Be Bugs” by Cavetown, “Sloom” by Of Monsters and Men, “If This Ship Sinks (I Give In)” by Birds of Tokyo (melodramatic edgy Tris vibes), “Monsters” by The Boy Least Likely To and “The Future’s Right In Front Of Me” by A Great Big World

3 important relationships:

Okay so first off would be Noa, his best friend of an amount of years that I always just fucking make up because I can never remember. More than 3 and less than 7. Anyway these two only started hanging round each other ‘cause it was mutually beneficial, ‘cause kids are mean and they eventually twigged that they were less likely to be targeted as a pair than on their own, but pretty soon they were like "oh wait hey you're actually a nice person and I genuinely enjoy ur company and we make a good team" and their friendship grew from there n now they're bros.

honestly I have like seven hyperspecific rambles in my drafts about Tris and Noa's friendship n how they relate to each other could honestly talk abt both of them for hours

in terms of Tris I will say that Noa is part of the extremely extremely small group of people that he's generally willing to trust completely with zero strings attached, which is like. sure something. n she's someone he generally considers a touchstone of reality and someone he can rely on when he can't necessarily trust his own perceptions. also she's someone who is a half-decent opponent at upside down Mario Kart which is a plus

and also, Jacob, arguably the most important person in Tris's life, someone he thinks the world of and considers his biggest role model. like. not in terms of Jacob's intelligence or success or how hard he's worked n all the reasons their parents think he's the ideal Tris should be striving for, just in terms of like. the sort of person he wants to be, someone kind and well-liked and fun, someone with a good heart, which is super corny now that I write it. Cool. Great. Cool. Tris did not have a lot of super great adult role models growing up 'cause his parents are a nightmare and most teachers found him frustrating beyond belief, nor did he have a lot of friends being a weird neurodivergent kid lmao, so his relationship with both his siblings but especially Jacob has been one of the only sources of stability and genuine warmth and connection through most of his life

so I mean basically he pretty much thinks of Jacob as Literally The Coolest Person In The Entire World which is funny because Jacob is just a complete dweeb

n then thirdly. I mean. parents, again much for the same reasons as I listed in Jacob's post. controlling, emotionally distant, impossible standards, more concerned with maintaining a perfect image than any of their kids' actual wellbeing, blah blah

Jacob is currently the only Greer sib who has any real grasp on exactly HOW unhealthy their relationship with their parents is? Tris has a whole thing going on in the story where he's kinda juuust starting to come to grips with things and work through some of his complicated feelings towards his parents and reconcile the ideas of "I love these people" and "these people kind of really truly genuinely fucked me up and none of what happened to me was normal or my fault and I'm going to be untangling the repercussions for a long time" and how both these things can be true for him at the same time

also Jacob's like thirteen years older than Tris I feel like I forgot to mention this here

I'm tired, yeah

2 fears:

1. everything

2. literally everything are you kidding me. weird birds. diseases. public transport. dying. sudden change. loud noises. crowds. hot weather. roadworks. natural disasters. people walking behind him. it'd be easier to list the things he's not afraid of. it's a miracle he leaves the house at all

ok those aren't good answers ummmm let's see

here's one: being somehow responsible for harm coming to the people he cares about, being the cause of something that directly hurts someone else, etc. etc. in broad general terms, but also in terms of intrusive thoughts and in terms of delusions/hallucinations that sometimes wander into the realm of threats, orders, "do this thing or your best friend will die horribly", kind of thing. so. the stress that he's going to disobey something or misinterpret something and his loved ones being punished for it....... all of that

1 element of their backstory:

his parents once tried to have him exorcised as a child and he’s only just now beginning to realise this was a "legitimately fucked-up experience” not “haha relatable childhood hijinks”

also on a lighter note he insists to Shara that this makes him immune to demons and she is fairly certain this is not how it works at all, but neither of them can technically prove it's NOT how it works without actively trying to get Tris murdered by demons, and while this DOES sound like a fun after-school activity, both their parents said no

anyway cool that's it from me! I'm not going back to edit this at all! I don't remember what I wrote even slightly! I'm going to bed! I should have probably picked a more fun backstory fact! The one I chose is horrible! Goodnight!

#atdao #tris #long post #so many of my answers make this story sound. real grim. lmao #it's FINE tris gets to go on INTERDIMENSIONAL ADVENTURES with a SWORD it's FINE he's ok #also sam and shauna greer do not get a redemption arc like if anything the conclusion u can jum to with the direction #tris is heading is that one day he's just gonna fuck off to the bahamas or more likely perth probably and never talk to them again #he's not there yet! but he's on the way #but anyway #exorcisms are a demon immunisation shot............. maybe #like. i think tris and noa both have had a lot of Bullshit go on in their lies n #when they bounce off each other in conversation i think they both r so used to it all that they forget #Hey That's Not Normal Or Universal #like #he mentions it to shara and kai in passing just like. haha here's a fun vaguely relevant anecdote #and is legitimately taken aback when both of them are just like. fucking horrified #and he's kind of just like. oh. excuse me i need to go reevaluate certain things about my life right now immediately maybe #also additional fun fact #the greer siblings all share one brain cell but it's divided equally between them all so #occasionally when all three of them put their heads together and really concentrate they can achieve one (1) rational thought #Anonymous

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imagining-hogwarts · 5 years

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Forever - Draco Malfoy imagine

request: Hi! Before I send you a request ,I'd like to say ,that I love your posts and fics! I was wondering ,if you could do Draco x reader. Plot - there is an American exchange to Hogwarts [for half year] and then reader and Draco ,in the beginning are enemies. Later they start to see each other in the different light ,but don't want to admire it. When the farewell comes ,they kiss and promise to see again. Then ,after the war [or something] , Draco is Astoria's husband and reader just has to reconcile

A/N: takes place sixth year. This is sad..

Words: 1965

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“Would you please take your head out of your ass once in a while?” You groaned. “I know you don’t like me, I don’t particularly like you either, but it’s just one hour.”

The blond haired boy didn’t even look at you. “I’d rather spend my whole christmas break with Potter, than partner up with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just a spoiled little brat.” You sighed as you opened your potions book infront of you.

“What did you say to me?” I looks could kill..

“Well that’s what you are aren’t you? Go run along and cry to your daddy.” You mocked.

Draco was just about to say something when Snape had stepped up to your table, furious. “If you two can’t put your stupid squabbles aside for one hour, I’ll have you both in detention for the rest of the week!” He exclamied, giving you both a stern look before he turned on his heel to continue his lesson.

The last two months had looked pretty much like that. You had thought that it would be exciting, getting the opportunity to be this years excange-student. Being able to live in scotland for half a year, studying at a different school and possibly gaining friends for life. Well, you had gained a few really good friends. Especially Ginny. She had taken you in right from the start, seeing you eating alone at dinner that first evening. Since then you two had been quite inseparable. She was the one who had told you about Draco Malfoy, when you had asked about him a lunch that second week. She hadn’t really described him as the nicest person, and after being her for nearly 2 month, you could understand why.

You wasn’t even sure how it all started.. But could barely count the times you two had been at each other’s throats. Arguing and fighting over the smallest things. You had decided you’d try to ignore him the rest of the time. It was only a few months left at Hogwarts after all, and you didn’t want to waste it on Draco Malfoy of all people. That was until that day you were walking through the castle late at night and something stopped you in your tracks. You could hear something from somewhere down the corridor. Was that sobbing?

Peaking around the corner, you saw a figure in the dimly lit corridor, sitting down against the wall. Since the person had their knees brought up against their chest, and head in their hands it was hard to make out who it was. But you couldn’t just stand there could you? The person, whoever it was, was clearly having a terrible hard time and you couldn’t just leave them there in the middle of the night. So you took a breath and slowly walked towards the figure.

As you came closer, you noticed that the person was a guy, and it looked like he was shaking. You also noticed the pale color of his hair.

“Draco?” He looked almost as shocked as you felt when he lifted his head to look at you. But his suprised look quickly turned into annoyance.

“Oh, you of all people.. great” He tried to act casual as he wiped his tears away from his face.

You just looked at him a little concerned, unsure of what to say.

“What?” He asked, still annoyed. “No snarky comments?”

You sighed, this was no time for arguing. “Are you alright?”

It seemed like he aswell hasn’t in the mood for arguing at the moment. He looked down at his hands, avoiding your gaze. “Why do you care?”

“Well I know we’re not friends but.. You look like you could use one.” After a few moments of silence you walked up to him and sat down next to him. You didn’t talk, or touch, but you were pretty sure that he appreciated your company. Even if he’d never admit it. And you sat there with him in silence for hours, until he was okey.

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About a month had passed since that night. Slowly but steadily you and Draco were beginning to warm up to each other. The arguing had stopped, you started to greet each other with a smile when you passed each other in the corridor. Eventually you’d started to really enjoy each others company. You had suddenly gone from enemies to.. friends?

You were sat in the astronomy tower, late in the evening, working on your charms essay. It was quite nice up there, especially at this hour. Everything was still and quiet, it was a nice change from what you were used to.

The sound of footsteps alarmed you as you looked around, wondering who was interrupting your study-session.

“Oh, hi” Draco sounded suprised as he rounded he corner and saw you there. “I didn’t know you would be here.” He smiled at you.

“I come here sometimes, I like the silence.” You returned his smile.

“Oh, err..” He scratched the back of his neck as he suddenly looked a little uncomfortable. “I don’t want to disturb you..”

You laughed at his sudden shyness. “Oh come on Draco, I enjoy your company. Come sit down!”

With a small smile he sat himself down next to you. Was he blushing?

“So, what are you doing here?” You asked as you put your books away to the side. You could use a break anyway, and honestly you were happy it was Draco of all people that showed up.

He was quiet for a moment before he answered. “The same as you I guess.”

You tried to catch his eyes but he didn’t look at you, he just gazed out at the mountains surrounding Hogawarts. It had only gone about a month until you had started to really get to know each other, but that look he was having right now, you knew what it meant. Something has burdening him. You cared for him, you really did, but you had learned that it was usually best to let him come to you with that kind of stuff. And usually he wouldn’t really talk that much, he just wanted someone to sit with him, just like that night.

“You know, I never really thanked you for what you did, that night” He turned his head and looked at you.

You shrugged. “I mean I didn’t really do anything..”

“You didn’t have to.. you simply were just what I needed.” Your eyes locked and you could feel a shiver run through you. “You’re pretty great you know.”

You blushed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Draco smiled at you, then he gazed at the view again as he shook his head, still smiling. “Well, it’s pretty late. I should probably head back to my dorm.” He stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You said your goodbyes and a few seconds later you were alone again. Smiling to yourself you picked up your books again and continued.

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Another month passed. Today was the day. Today was the last day for you at Hogwarts. You could never have thought that it would be this hard to leave.

You were just done saying goodbye to all your friends as a certain boy appeared in the enterance to the great hall. Your eyes met. It was Draco. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.

“Go talk to him.” Ginny ushered you as she’d noticed what you were staring at.

In the last month you and Draco had spent most of your time together and you had grown even closer to each other. You couldn’t deny that you could feel something in the air when you were together. It was almost like electricity. Ginny had noticed this aswell. You wouldn’t say that she particularly liked the fact that it was Draco of all boys you were spending time with. But she noticed that he made you happy and what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t support you? Nothing had really happened between the two of you though. But maybe that was for the best, you were leaving anyways right?

You walked out of the great hall and now you were standing there, face to face with Draco, ready to say goodbye. Only you weren’t ready, not really.

“So.. you’re really leaving huh?” He had his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, the carriage will be here to pick me up any minute now..”

“Right.”

There was an awkward silence. Both of you unsure of what to say.

He cleared his throat. “So I guess this is goodbye then.”

You swallowed. “Yeah I guess so.” You looked at each other for a moment, silently. “Well, goodbye then.” You could almost feel your heart breaking as you took one last look at him before you turned around. Although you didn’t get to take more than one step before you could suddenly feel a hand on your wrist.

Draco pulled you back to face him, he placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a deep kiss. It felt like you were melting inside, you had been waiting for this for so long.

“I couldn’t let you leave without telling you.” He panted as he pulled away from the kiss. “I love you.”

Your eyes began to water as you looked at him. “I love you too.”

“Then why are you crying love?” He laughed as he wiped away a tear from under your eye with his thumb.

“Cause I still have to leave.”

He embraced you, holding your shaking body close to his. “I know..” He stroke your hair before placing a finger under your chin, bringing your face up. “But this wont be the last time we meet. And I’ll write you, every single day. I promise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his excited face. “I promise too. Although, I don’t want to, but I really need to go now. They’re waiting for me.”

“Yes ofcourse.” He wiped away the last tears from your face before he kissed you one last time. “I love you. Forever.”

“Love you.” You turned around and walked away.

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20 years later

You were standing at the 9 3/4 platform giving your son a kiss on the head.

“You’re going to be fine Andrew.” You smiled down at him. “You know, I only spent half a year at Hogwarts, but it was the best time of my life.”

Dean Thomas was standing beside you, arm around your waist. “It was there we met actually.” He kissed your cheek.

“Ew stop it!” Andrew looked at you, disgusted. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Run along now, you don’t want to miss the train.”

You gave your last goodbyes before Andrew stepped on to the train. You gazed at the crowd of people, parents, sons and daughters, as something catched your eye. Or rather someone. It couldn’t be, could it? The pale-haried man turned around and there he was. Draco Malfoy.The boy you had loved so deeply. The boy who would always have a special place in your heart. And by his side, a woman and a young boy. He looked happy.

“Y/N?” Dean woke you from your transe. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him and Dean gave you a quick peck on the cheek before he took your hand and started to lead you away from the crowd.

You took one last longing gaze over your shoulder at Draco. Thinking about what could have been. At least he was right about one thing. It was not the last time you’d see each other.

For a moment it looked like he had noticed you aswell. But you had already turned around and walked away. Forever.

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dippedanddripped · 5 years

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In 1992, Daniel Day was forced to close his legendary clothing boutique, Dapper Dan’s Boutique, after Fendi took legal action against what it argued was the streetwear designer’s trademark infringement for using the company’s logo in his creations. The fashion house won the battle, but Dapper Dan won the war. Day’s creations, which incorporated the logos of fashion houses like Fendi, Gucci and Louis Vuitton and which were quickly adopted by rap stars, have since become synonymous with the golden age of hip-hop. (His use of those logos has drawn comparisons to the sampling going on in the music at the time.) Decades later, Day frequently collaborates with the same high-fashion world that once legally prosecuted him: with Gucci, for example, he recently collaborated on a mens-wear line and an atelier in Harlem.

Gucci is the same company whose creative director, Alessandro Michele, drew charges of cultural appropriation in 2017 for designing a balloon-sleeved, fur-paneled bomber jacket he said was a “homage” to a similar product from Day’s 1980s-era work. That twist is not lost on Day “If you borrow, you have to make sure that everybody is involved,” said Day, the 74-year-old author of the new memoir, “Dapper Dan: Made in Harlem.” “When you tip the scales,” he continued, “that’s when it’s wrong. ”

In the book you talk about the time you spent hustling as a gambler and in what you called the

“paper game”

In other words, fraud. Day is remarkably frank about the varieties of financial fraud with which he was involved during the ‘70s, before turning to the clothing business.,

In other words, fraud. Day is remarkably frank about the varieties of financial fraud with which he was involved during the ‘70s, before turning to the clothing business. or credit-card fraud. Is your work in the fashion world a hustle? Let me tell you something. The hustlers when I was growing up, they always said, “Look for a hustle that has a loophole in the law.” The paper game had a loophole in the law. The loophole in the law in my gambling was that I came up with technique nobody had. In fashion, I also came up with technique nobody had: I saw the relationship between fur, diamonds and fashion symbols. Black people on the rise wanted furs and diamonds. Then when I saw people’s attachment to fashion symbols. I said: “Wow, this is just as important to them as the diamonds and the furs. So let me find an angle that I can build on.” If they feel that good from a little Louis Vuitton pouch, imagine what they’d feel if I made them look like luggage?

What’s the quintessential Dapper Dan design? That would be the Louis Vuitton jackets that I made that, when you take ‘em off and reverse them, the other side is all mink. That represents elements of my journey, going from

minks2

Day worked in the fur trade before transitioning to running Dapper Dan’s and designing his own clothes. to

logo-mania

That’s his term for popularizing the streetwear emphasis on brand logos, which his work has been widely credited with doing.

That’s his term for popularizing the streetwear emphasis on brand logos, which his work has been widely credited with doing. Logo-mania is probably my biggest achievement in terms of fashion. I’m the father of logo-mania. I like the way that sounds!

Did you ever have any ambivalence about whether a celebration of consumer materialism, which is part of logo-mania, was a good thing? There’s always going to be this battle, consciously or unconsciously and within every one of us, between materialism and spiritualism. The symbolism associated with Gucci, for example, is actually symbolism transference. Let me explain that. When I was growing up, if you had diamonds and furs, that gave you clout. So when the big fashion brands began to come out, I noticed how people gravitated toward them, and that what identified these brands was their logo. So I incorporated that symbol in a way that represented fashion as I see it. This symbol, when it’s incorporated in fashion in a certain way and reflected through a certain culture, has the same impact as diamonds and furs.

I get that you were transferring aspirational power from materials object to a logos. I’m asking more if people’s desire for symbols of affluent materialism, like those logos, ultimately represents something healthy or unhealthy. It’s like this: It’s all right to have one glass of wine. Not the whole bottle.

How do you reconcile the fact that the same industry that was once trying to put you out of business is now embracing you? It made more sense to me that the fashion industry was trying to shut me down than it did that people in my community wouldn’t buy from me. That’s because

my clientele4

Which also included a who’s who of New York rap icons: Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J and Eric B. & Rakim, among many others. were those who thumbed their nose at society: They were the drug dealers and people who didn’t abide by the rules. The years that I was in

the underground

Meaning 1992 to 2017, the years between the closure of Dapper Dan's of Harlem and his reappearance with Gucci.

Meaning 1992 to 2017, the years between the closure of Dapper Dan's of Harlem and his reappearance with Gucci. you don’t see no black publication talking about me. Think about all the great minds that had to leave Harlem because they weren’t recognized here. It wasn’t till the fashion industry recognized me that my community began to also. So your question is, “How did that feel?”

Yeah. Last night I was watching a documentary about the Apollo, and in it Paul McCartney is paying tribute. Paul was saying,

“This is the source.”

In HBO’s 2019 documentary “The Apollo,” McCartney discusses the inspiration the Beatles drew from 1960s R&B music. The Beatles were doing with James Brown like the drug dealers were doing with me. The drug dealers said: “I’m buying that from Dapper Dan. I don’t care if Gucci or Louis Vuitton didn’t make it. I’m buying it.”

So what you’re saying is that the Beatles were open about drawing inspiration from what at the time were new sources in the way that you were drawing inspiration from new sources in your designs?Yeah, there wasn’t shame about the fact. They admitted it and took it to the world. Juxtapose that to my time where there’s this new musical genre, rap, coming along, and I’m coming along. I was prepared to not be accepted. I been denied all along the line. But I can equate these symbols with what we did musically. It all makes sense to me.

With what you’re saying about the Beatles and black musicians, you’re sort of touching on the idea of cultural appropriation and who gets credit for what innovations. Are there parallels there with your situation and Gucci? You cannot isolate what transpired in my life from the African-American experience. You have to start with that. We came to this country as slaves. We didn’t have our own language. We didn’t have our culture. We have to take those elements of this new culture that’s been forced upon us and use that to recreate a culture for ourselves. We continue to do that, and you continue to take it. That’s an imbalance. Gucci can say, “you took our symbols.’” Well, you took our freedom.

When you see

Gucci produce a sweater

Earlier this year, Gucci sold a black balaclava sweater that pulled up over the lower half of the face, revealing a garish set of red lips. After heavy criticism, the company apologized for causing any unintentional offense. that sure looks like it’s playing with blackface imagery, does that make you then question the sincerity of the company that wants you to work with them? This is a multinational corporation. Billions of dollars involved. You think that they’re gonna allow prejudice to interfere with that?

That’s assuming they thought it would interfere. True, but that’s not the case. It was the opposite. It was them embracing culture and having culture at the forefront of their brand. That’s more beneficial for them than something stupid. What they did was a stupid mistake.

You said earlier there were ways in which your own community didn’t support Dapper Dan’s Boutique. But weren’t they the ones who were buying your clothes? It couldn’t only have been hustlers and rappers.Middle-class blacks didn’t buy. They snubbed me. I remember in Morningside Park, we had the biggest block party in the city, period. Everybody from everywhere came. And I was walking by and heard someone on the microphone say, “Dapper Dan with that fake Gucci” — like I was a laughingstock. It was humiliating. A lot of people didn’t understand what I was doing. But today, they get it.

You’re from an older generation than the people who made your designs famous. When you were running the store in the ’80s and rappers started gravitating to your clothes, did you immediately feel a kinship with them and with hip-hop culture? Oh, I was ready for that. I saw the rock ‘n’ roll age, the calypso age, the Afro-Cuban age. I saw all these genres rise and fall, and I embraced each one of them. So when hip-hop came along, I was telling the artists, “You better take advantage.” Because I saw it was the best opportunity we’d ever had to take advantage of a musical-cultural platform that we initiated. If you don’t know how to get money into your pocket, you got nothing.

LL Cool J was one of the first big-time rappers to wear your clothes. What do you remember about him from back in the 1980s? He’s straight hip-hop in terms of his street cred. Contrast him with

Jam Master Jay

The stage name of the late Jason Mizell, who created beats for Run D.M.C.

The stage name of the late Jason Mizell, who created beats for Run D.M.C. Jam Master Jay came from Saint Albans, Queens, where they had houses with basements, you know what I mean? Homes. I remember one day he came back from the Apollo, and when he said, “I’m bad,” I thought, Jam Master Jay, man, you need to quit frontin’. Then I remember him coming back from the Apollo — he had a fight at the Apollo — and he came back with blood on his knuckles, and I said, “He’s ready now.” That was a conversion to him being the classic hip-hop type. Not like what’s his name,

“Parents Just Don’t Understand?”9

A 1988 hit single from DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.Will Smith! Not like that.

There was a long time after the store was closed down and you were selling clothes on the street and to

private customers

Most famously the champion boxer Floyd Mayweather Jr. for whom Day designed boxing trunks.

Most famously the champion boxer Floyd Mayweather Jr. for whom Day designed boxing trunks. During that period, did you miss the notoriety that came along with running Dapper Dan’s Boutique? It was never notoriety. I’d never been on an ad. People didn’t know what I looked like. There was a guy going around telling me he was Dapper Dan. Only the gangsters and real rappers knew what I looked like. I’d be in the back of the store. I would never come out. I went out socially with

Mike Tyson

In some regards, Tyson’s enthusiasm for Dapper Dan's clothing was the beginning of the end for Dapper Dan’s Boutique. When the former heavyweight champion got into a fight outside the store in 1988, the incident drew negative public (and law-enforcement) attention to Dan’s business. one time, and I didn’t like the drinking. I generate excitement, but that ain’t who I am. So I can’t miss what I never liked.

What has been the biggest change you’ve seen in hip-hop fashion? Anything people of color do, when we run out of words, we start scattin.’ So hip-hop fashion is going be constant variations. But I think the biggest change is that manhood was a big thing in the culture, but more lifestyles have become acceptable. When I started, being a designer was a sissy occupation. Now you got thug designers. Now you got

Will Smith’s son

That would be Jaden, who performed that function for Louis Vuitton women’s spring and summer 2016 campaign. who’s the face of Louis Vuitton’s women’s wear. It’ll just keep expanding like that.

Are any parallels between the way that Harlem has been gentrified and the way that hip-hop has been absorbed into the fashion world? Of course, but I think younger white children understand the hip-hop subculture better than the adults do, and because of that, they knew whether they should fear an area or not. They’re the first ones to realize that a lot of the problems in communities like Harlem are not directed at them. They’re directed at people who have a certain functionality within the area, like the drug dealers and gangs. Since gentrification has been taking place, you never heard of one young white person getting shot or anything of that nature. Twenty-five years ago, they were chasing white kids through the neighborhood: “What you doing around here?” Now they don’t even pay any attention to young white kids. Younger people have moved closer together culturally than ever before. Fifty years ago, I talked about gentrification coming. So I don’t have this attitude of “they took Harlem.” I know we gave it away.

Do you have an idea for a new hustle? I have been studying religion and studying symbols for a long time, and I said when I get to a certain point, I could go back and incorporate African symbolism into global fashion. What would that do? That would allow people to appreciate our culture on a higher level, appreciate ourselves on a higher level, and show that we can stand toe to toe with all the cultures of the world. If we can bring that back, that’s the missing link. I want to wake up people of color. We can’t do to our culture what we did to Harlem. We can’t burn it down and have nowhere to live.

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bluehairedyoong-blog · 7 years

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Baby, You’re Beautful | Pt 2

Summary - Namjoon finally meets his soulmate... mates?

Genre - Fluff with a lil angst??

A/N - I AM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FAR TOO LONG TO GET THIS OUT IM SORRY! I do take requests! Also I have included the boards for everyone, as I imagine them right here.

Part 1

Namjoon struggles with self image (that was at least one factor of it all), and yeah who didn’t dislike how they looked from time to time? (Seokjin hyung but that is besides the point) Yeah sure, okay maybe he handled it a bit worse than others did… Namjoon self-harmed yeah, but he made sure he did it where he could hide it and so that his soulmate could too. His soulmate probably hated him, probably thought he was an asshole for destroying both their bodies. (Even if the scars were only faint on the other’s body)

Seokjin, his roommate, doesn’t know. Or at least if he does know he hasn’t told or fussed over Namjoon and Namjoon appreciates it if that is the case. Namjoon mostly let himself believe he hid it well. He hated worrying people, especially Seokjin, and he didn’t want to feel worse about all of this .

Namjoon knew Seokjin might try to fight him if the elder ever found out where he went on Friday nights. Namjoon was very clumsy, so much so that Seokjin has made it a point of keeping all breakable things up high, not letting Namjoon cook, and even adding protectors to the sharper corners of furniture.

‘Think of it like Namjoon-proofing the house!’ Seokjin smiled and looked at Namjoon

‘That sounds like baby-proofing’

‘I can make you walk around in a helmet and knee pads.’

‘Oh god no please.. Namjoon proof it but please no helmet!’

So Namjoon made it a point to never tell his hyung about how he went out skateboarding, in the dark sometimes, on Friday nights with some friends.

“Joon’s here!” Hoseok yelled from the bottom of the bowl, a grin plastered on his face. Taehyung stood at the outside edge of the same bowl, obviously about to do something stupid, and Yoongi was focused on learning a new trick on the half-pipe. Namjoon waved, a content smile set upon his lips, and set off to practice newer stuff before the sun completely set. Namjoon, as cliche as it sounds, is his happiest on Friday nights. He’s surrounded with his closest friends (minus Seokjin) and his favorite activity, and he always leaves feeling happy and relaxed for once.

The sun had been down for a good twenty minutes, the group of four sat on top of one of the taller ramps, takeout in hand.

“So do you guys remember the kid Jimin that I had mentioned last week? The modern ballet kid?” Hoseok spoke up, setting his chopsticks in his container.

All three responded with some form of a grunt, mouths full of food.

“Well I also met this new kid, Jeongguk, and he’s really good too! Just turned 18 and he’s a modern kid. Anyways, him and Minnie are soulmates,” he smiled a bit, “and get this, they also skate. I feel like they would really fit into our group… so I was thinking of maybe bringing them along Wednesday?”

Wednesday was usually when everyone, except Namjoon due to his university schedule, met up in the afternoon to skate.

“But then Joonie can’t meet them!” Taehyung said pouting

“Yeah I realized that.. But I felt like maybe if you two liked them that Namjoon would too?”

“Iff fn whh mng nmmgnn mhm whh if.” Yoongi mumbled incoherently, still stuffing his face with food. Hoseok and Tae looked to Namjoon.

“He said that it’s fine with him if I’m okay with it. Which I am. If you like them then bring them next Friday too.” Namjoon translated his hyung’s muddled words and received a nod from said hyung, and the others will never understand how he does it.

Wednesday rolled around and Namjoon woke up confused and slightly hurt. He woke up with not just one, but a line of hickeys going down his neck. Obviously Namjoon hadn’t been with anyone the night before, so the only other option was that his soul mate had gotten at least half action. Technically Namjoon had no good reason to be upset because who knows how far apart he was from the other, but it still kind of felt like he was being cheated on. Jin gave him a weird look when he first left his room, but the look Namjoon gave him and the way he angrily wrapped a scarf around his neck Jin knew he shouldn’t push. Namjoon spent all day in that damned scarf.

Friday snuck up quick and Yoongi and Taehyung had deemed the new couple worthy of joining the Friday night skate. Namjoon hurried out the door, thankful that Fridays were when Seokjin chose to stay out later, board in hand and set off to the park. He was a bit pressed over the fact that he had gained not only more hickeys, but they also trailed down his abdomen, he hoped tonight would distract him from the marks.

They all arrived in their usual order, Hobi and Tae first (“it’s only so we can make out in the bowl and scare away the kids!” Tae received a hard smack to his shoulder from Hoseok), Yoongi arriving next with a coffee in his hands (“I have night classes you fucks, I woke up like 30 minutes ago” was his only excuse), and Namjoon last because he was flat out just bad at time management.

“OH SHIT IS OUR LITTLE JOONIE GETTING LAID?” Taehyung hollered at the top of his lungs from the bottom of the bowl, he seemed to have switched positions with hoseok since last Friday.

“First off!” Namjoon jumped off his board and slid himself to the bottom of the bowl, “I’m your hyung, punk. And second, no but my soulmate probably is.” he gritted out, tone showing signs of annoyance bubbling.

“Aw what the hell! I get it sex drive is something that needs to be satiated but they couldn’t settle for the hand?” Hoseok called from the edge of the bowl.

“I call bullshit!” Yoongi yelled from next to Hoseok.

Namjoon shrugged.

“I’m trying to ignore it.. Where are the new kids? Chicken out?”

“Up here old man!” a voice from behind Namjoon called out, and provoked Namjoon into turning.

“Excuse me but who are you calling old ma-” He looked at the two, beautiful, boys in front of him and almost collapsed. Both donned the same hickeys that he did, and it seemed like the shorter one realized too as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes going wide.

“Oh fuck…” Yoongi muttered quietly, Namjoon heard the three get up and leave but he didn’t care to turn and see. He kept his eyes on the boys that were now joining him in the bowl, inspecting his neck.

“Namjoon right?” the taller asked “I’m Jeongguk, this is Jimi-”

“Why do you hurt yourself?” Jimin asked bluntly with tears in his eyes, Namjoon swore then and there he would never cause that sight ever again.

“I-I…” Namjoon stuttered out weakly, only to be enveloped in a hug from both boys.

Tears slowly fell from Namjoon’s eyes. He knew he was hurting his soulmate, well soulmates, but he never expected their reaction to be somewhat.. Positive?

All three sat in the bottom of the bowl for a few minutes before deciding to talk more another day, and skate tonight. The other three were just sitting in the half-pipe waiting anyways.

So the day after, Seokjin didn’t question the unusually large smile on Namjoon’s face nor did he ask anything when Namjoon shyly asked if he could cook for 2 more that night. He was just happy to see Namjoon not hurting so much.

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Since that night, Namjoon has spent most of his free time with his boyfriends, and eventually moved in with them. Seokjin, while sad to see him go, was happy for him. He was also happy because that meant less food to cook being that his boyfriend had moved in with them recently.

He woke up every morning to at least one boyfriend cuddled into his chest, and on most days, the other there too. All three of them would cook breakfast, agreeing that it was more entertaining than efficient but they didn’t care.

He went to all of Jimin and Jeongguk’s dance performances, showered them in love and support, and in return they showered him in praises and love whenever he finished writing a song. They worked well together. They learned how each handled certain feelings, Jimin choosing to cry when he got stressed while Jeongguk took to more time at the gym, and Namjoon let it all build up and ignored it until he became too overwhelmed to even hold a pen. They talked out their arguments, they handled almost all fights well. Sometimes one would have to leave for a night but it always was reconciled by morning. They were all truly in love and the didn’t really care about the stares they got when they went out in public. They were happy and that’s what mattered to them.

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pippki-writes · 3 years

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An Ill-Fitting Name: Snippet 11

NOTES:

Snippet 1; Snippets 2 & 3; Snippet 4; Snippet 5; Snippet 6; Snippet 7; Snippet 8; Snippet 9; Snippet 10

Faoust belongs to @thebiggestnerd - she writes him; Isaiah, Cat, and Detective Voros here are mine.

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It’s not a beautiful day, but the weather is comfortably in the mid 50s, and the grey, uncertain sky has a certain appeal to it, so Isaiah goes for another walk in the afternoon. He never walked this much before, but he needs things to occupy his time besides murder. It’s funny, the twinge in his bones, the ghost of pain that he simply has no choice but to tolerate, and yet there’s satisfaction to the movement, walking around, his coat half-zipped, his hands whittling down a piece of wood as he walks—Faoust’s recommendation, over text, something to preoccupy himself with besides murder. He glances occasionally at the wood, but mostly trusts his hands to it, because he’s spent most of his life working a knife in his hands. Though whittling is still a bit new. His hand slips, the blade catching on a knot and then suddenly slicing free with more force and speed than he meant, stopping as the blade hits into the tip of his finger. He drops the stick with a grunt of pain, instinctively putting his finger in his mouth, shocked more than truly hurt. He tastes on his tongue the familiar bite of copper, and he feels the uneasy weight of too many memories at the taste of it.

It’s a few days after reconciling in person, and Isaiah texts Faoust, asking for advice. Isaiah is feeling restless. It feels like ages since his last murder, after Faoust recommended he be careful and cool it. Has it been long enough? Faoust offers to find someone suitable for the two of them to take down.

They fall just as easily back into murdering together as they fell into the sheets. An unassuming suburban home, out of town, and two community men—god-fearing, upstanding individuals. Members of the local rotary club, probably, active in the church, with a young boy tied to a chair in the basement and a camera in the corner. Faoust and Isaiah easily force their way in to the home. Easily find the child in the basement.

“Kid!” Faoust says. “They do anything to you?”

“N-not this time. Not yet,” says the boy.

Not this time. Not yet. It all hits very close to home for Isaiah. There but for the particular inclination of another crazed killer goes I, he thinks to himself, as Faoust sends the boy running from the house, not looking back. There but for the grace of god? No, Isaiah does not believe in a god, but if there is one, certainly not the kind of god that allows for grace. Not a chance.

It’s not long before the men realize with worry that Faoust and Isaiah have shown them their faces. That they won’t leave this house alive.

They’re right.

It’s very clean, the way Isaiah kills now. Faoust appreciates it. Isaiah does engage in a little banter with his victim, before slitting his throat, when the man tried to beg for his life, tried to say it was a mistake.

“A mistake is something that happens once,” Isaiah replied. “Once, and never again. Make no mistake—the grass withers, the flower fades, and you will pay for the things you’ve done.”

After the bloodshed, the clean up, the extracted confessions left for the families to find, Isaiah takes Faoust’s hand and slips them out among the shadows, tracing the way back to his motel along the places people don’t look, along the darkness that lies hidden everywhere. He brings them out by the ancient ice machine, which tonight sounds like it’s considering turning itself into a small airplane as its air compressor howls with the effort of existence. They don’t even make it to Isaiah’s door before they’ve got their hands all over each other.

The next time is a drug den. Eight people total—no match for the combination of the two of them, a couple of crazed murderers with more magic than morals. They don’t even wait, after the bodies are gone, to get back to the hotel room. Faoust sets the attic on fire, his hands on Isaiah, pulling his hair, pushing him against the wall, the two of them rushing to finish before either the fire or the fire department catches them.

Isaiah has been thinking about who he was. Putting in an effort not to kill people has left him full of thoughts as he whittles sticks down to nothing beneath his fingers. What kind of boy had he been? Because he didn’t feel it at the time, but he was only a boy, barely fourteen, when he had locked away this name of his. Quite the impressive piece of magic. A work of mind and memory? That takes skill. But who’s to say the act didn’t leave him fucked up. He reminds himself that he was not right to begin with. Isaiah James had never been someone who was good.

Isaiah watches the lightning, too far off to be heard, sitting with Cat and glad that the storms didn’t reach them. He had decided he was going to get the crow in his motel room if the worst of the storms had come, and hadn’t looked forward to having to use magic to achieve that outcome if necessary. He remembers he was supposed to be thinking about new ways of finding victims, he’d told Faoust he would, but there’s no urgency. He isn’t nearly as restless to kill as often as he used to be, and has no idea what to make of that. He takes another picture of himself and Cat, and sits in companionable silence, watching distant storms.

A more diligent detective than Dani Voros, you know, one who actually cares about solving cases, would have pressed the lead she knew she had. She also knew that lead surely led to trouble. She’s been keeping close watch lately, and no true missing persons cases have come up fitting her police-adjacent-killer. Killer? She stops herself. No, no there haven’t been any bodies. But so many people, never turning up again? Officially, just missing. She hears rumors of degenerates missing from a recently burned down trap house, but that’s not her problem. Probably just squirreled away somewhere else when they accidentally set the place ablaze. Not. Her. Problem. Even the problems that were her problems, were barely her problems. She wonders how long she can get away with not following that lead.

Isaiah, being nowhere near the strange weather phenomena of Faoust’s apartment, gets to experience the wintry weather of North Carolina—unexpectedly cold, with a biting wind. He casts a spell to keep himself warm when he goes out to feed Cat tonight, and wonders if birds get cold.

Detective Voros has been missing one of her radios for a while, and has been ignoring a coalescing intuition for a while now too. Some of the thoughts she is refusing to consciously think are as follows:

In spite of no bodies being found, there is a killer in her city.

She knows exactly who knows more about it.

If the killer isn’t a police officer....her missing radio. Hm.

Hm.

Detective Voros groans in her patrol car. She wants to ignore these things and more for longer, so much longer. There haven’t been any disappearances in a while. But deep down a small reluctant part of her just won’t let this go. She has a friend of some discretion in the radio shop, and she asks him, if, hypothetically, her radio had been misplaced (“AGAIN?” “Hypothetically!!”), could he page it for her, at least make a noise so she can find where it went, if she’s in the right area? Yeah? Great. She drives to the motel just outside of town.

Because he is sitting in the parking lot with Cat, as has grown to become their custom, Isaiah sees the patrol car pull up, and the now familiar officer get out. He stiffens, but doesn’t get up from where he sits. As Detective Voros approaches, the crow nervously flies up to the roof above Isaiah, and calls out. Isaiah wonders what the hell she wants, and tries to remain neutral.

Detective Voros texts her friend to page the radio, and is not surprised to hear a tone coming from the room behind Isaiah. If Isaiah is surprised, he tries not to show it.

“Evening officer. You need something? I gotta go turn off my alarm clock.”

“That’s funny, because your alarm clock sounds a lot like my missing radio.”

“Huh, that’s wild. Anyway, excuse me—“

Isaiah goes to get up, and Detective Voros meets his shoulder with a firm hand and pushes him back down to sit on the curb. From the roof above, a loud and angry caw.

Detective Voros looks down at Isaiah. “I need you to sit tight while I search your room for that radio.”

Isaiah glares up at her simply, his hands already tracing the familiar sigils of a binding spell. “I can’t allow that. Do you have a warrant?”

“I am my own warrant, citizen.”

She steps past him and Isaiah notices a chill that has nothing to do with the temperature outside. This spell is as easy and familiar to him as breathing, and it’s like the magic is going into a black hole, a cosmic void. She is not being bound. And he begins to feel the urgency that comes before panic, lunging and grabbing for her leg to stop her physically where magic won’t.

Detective Voros, too focused on the radio she can easily see on the desk in the room, wasn’t expecting this and goes down hard. But she is probably stronger, and goes to try to kick Isaiah in the face with her free leg.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” yells Detective Voros. “Let me go!”

“Shit,” mutters Isaiah tersely. He tries to put her to sleep, he tries binding again, he tries a spell to slow her down, a spell to pull the wind out of her lungs, but it’s like his magic is simply being drained into an abyss. “This was a mistake.”

Isaiah was not looking to kill this particular officer on this particular day, but shit is going south fast, and magic is not an option. He swears and holds onto her as she struggles and tries to kick him, getting his other hand on his knife—

—as Detective Voros, aware of some strange feeling, that Isaiah is doing something and means bad intentions, pulls out her gun to shoot—

—as a horrible, ear-piercing screech of a call comes from the crow that flies into Detective Voros’s face, wings flapping shrieking and talons—

—as the gun goes off, and Isaiah screams something, Detective Voros isn’t sure what, because just as suddenly the bird and the man have vanished, and Detective Voros is left alone, panting from the struggle, the radio beeping quietly in the empty motel room.

Isaiah doesn’t know if cell phones work when you’re slipping through shadows. He has his hands too full.

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