#popular demand

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Black Milk released his second solo album Popular Demand March 13, 2007

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moonstone .

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The first photo was posted by Free Rain an Italian brand based in Parma that specialized in jackets

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I currently have 98 followers. As a celebration I will write a sequel to any "one-shot" that I currently have out. I will do one for Reid and one for Hotch. Whatever fic has the most REBLOGS for each person by the time I get to 100 followers will be the two fics that get sequels. So go reblog your favorite of my fics for each person if you want a sequel for it!

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gregkolz: "I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings." ~ Gustave Flaubert (📸@gregkolz) #TessaVirtue #TessaTuesday #ByPopularDemand #SOI18

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[the-radio-princess]

Alastor leaned against his motorcycle as he waited for the 8:50am bell to ring. Granted it was merely 8:30am, however, standing in the parking lot and enjoying a cigarette was a much more pleasant pastime than hanging around his house with a half-drunk father screaming at the television. That is until he got sick of that and started yelling at him for no reason. Sometimes he would even spice things up and get his fists involved; wasn’t that be a real treat for a Monday morning.

There were already groups of kids huddled together in the early morning air, so it wasn’t like Alastor really stood out. You had the popular kids, the geeks, the nerds, the theater group, the goths...hell even the kids who didn’t have their own “clique” formed a group of weird misfits that stood out like a sore thumb. Alastor though, didn’t fit anywhere and he preferred it that way. He stood alone and he would be damned if anyone tried to invade his little slice of personal heaven. Last one that did got a bloody nose and a cigarette burn on their forehead for their troubles.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Alastor rolled his neck and relished the satisfying crack his joints gave. He was going to have to find some shade sooner or later. He burned quite easily and he wasn’t looking forward to handling that little predicament any time soon. Running his free hand through his dark hair, he sighed as he took another puff of his cigarette. Damn, he was hungry. Probably should have grabbed something before he left. No matter. He’d just steal something from the cafeteria during 1st period. Those old ladies made it so easy. He sometimes wondered if they even cared. They were probably like him, slowly puttering through life just waiting for the day that death decided to wrap its cold hands around his neck. Some days wishing it would never come and others cursing that it wasn’t coming fast enough.  

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