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Ken Tucker reviews Sound & Color, the new album from Alabama Shakes:

“The funky guitar riff followed by the combination of yelling-moaning-wheezing-squeal that emanates from Brittany Howard to kick off the song “Don’t Wanna Fight”—that’s the essence of Alabama Shakes’ sound. It’s a sound that reaches back to the blues and 60s Southern soul, as well as a sound that plunges forward into the spoken-word vocals of hip-hop. Alabama Shakes is a quartet set up like a rock band—guitar, bass, drums—but which claims any kind or era of music as its own.”

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Jhené Aiko: Eternal Sunshine // Behind The Scenes

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“The flames surround me, and I feel myself slipping further from life, thinning to only the faintest shiver in the air. I yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where I can rest.

He collects my ashes himself, though this is a woman’s duty.
He puts them in a golden urn, the finest in our camp, and turns to the watching Greeks.

When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”

OKAY SO IDK IF YALL KNOW ABOUT THIS BUT I’LL LITERALLY NEVER BE OVER IT

FUCKIGN LOOK AT STEIN LIKE YEAH OKAY YOUNG SPIRIT IS A HOTTIE BUT

DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKING LOSER IN HIS FUCKING POLO SHIRT AND CARGO SHORTS

DO YOU SEE HIS TENNIS SHOES IM SCREAMING WHAT A FUCKING NERD

okay now that you’ve all seen dorklord supreme in his fucking dad clothes back to your regularly scheduled programming

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Mortal Instruments Day Challenge  | Day One| Favorite Male

Alexander Lightwood

“Iz,“ Alec said tiredly.  "It’s not like it’s one big bad thing.  It’s a lot of little invisible things.  When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never asked how he was.  When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or if it’s because of something else.  I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up.  Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now.” He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec’s.  "It’s not like a stab wound you can protect me from.  It’s a million little paper cuts every day.”