• Republic Citizen:Listen. Strange women sitting in temples distributing lightsabers is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical mystical ceremony.
  • Jedi Knight:Be quiet!
  • Republic Citizen:You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ‘cause some silly tart threw a lightsaber at you!
  • Jedi Knight:Shut up!
  • Republic Citizen:I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some magic bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!
  • Jedi Knight:[grabs citizen] Shut up! Will you shut up?!
  • Republic Citizen:Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
  • Jedi Knight:[shakes citzen] Shut up!
  • Republic Citizen:Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!
A melody written by a crowd
Multi-instrumentalist; folk, psychedelic rock, world, film compostions

At first, Ferris wasn’t overly optimistic about how his experiment would go. “I thought [the project] would gradually gather interest,” he says, “and, best case, I’d get maybe 100 votes."But within 24 hours, his website hit the front page of Reddit, and thousands of votes poured in. Over the ensuing months, Ferris’s page resurfaced on Reddit another 16 times. Last week — that is, 11 months and 67,167 votes later — the song was completed.In September 2015, a programmer named Brendon Ferris had an idea: He’d use the collective power of the internet to write a piece of music.

"I’d always been fascinated by crowdsourcing platforms like Wikipedia (for information) and Stack Overflow (for technical questions),” he says. “I thought, where else can collaborative systems be applied? And songwriting came to mind.”

Using a few online tools (HTML5 Piano and Kyster Guitar notes), Ferris built a simple music player, entered the first four notes — C, D, F, E — and then set up a system where visitors to his site could vote, in real time, on which note would come next in the sequence.

To control the melody, Ferris set a few basic guidelines. He locked the chord progression to C, G, Am, F (an extremely common choice in popular music), set the length to 18 repetitions of this progression, and used the following structure for the melody: verse, verse, chorus, verse, chorus, conclusion.

Then he handed over all creative power to the internet.

  • Believe
  • Keith Torres
  • Spoken Word Poetry

I don’t believe in sentences
that start with my name and
end with the word “promise”

I don’t believe in 11:11 wishes
because you told me not to ,
and it was actually all about you

If I could only trace the steps
you took when you left me
I’m pretty sure it will take me
in front of my door,
where all the roads
had always lead you
and all the bridges you used
to cross are now in ashes

I don’t believe in religion
And you think it was so
rebellious of me

I don’t believe in soulmates
because some souls aren’t
really required to have
its pair, it comes off with
the sun, it can light up the
whole word without anyone’s help

I will only believe in fairytales
again if I hear the I words “I, do”
from both of our lips

But I believe in ghost
that comes back, like how
the waves leave the shore
just to kiss it all over again

And if you felt like not believing
to yourself, no worries, I’d
be picking up the debris and
clear again the shore, I’ll be
the waves for you


I’m so mad right now and I’m so sorry there are people out there who still don’t respect LGBT people and don’t understand that all people no matter their sexual orientation have equal rights. As a straight person, I’m feeling absolutely disappointed at and ashamed from the fact that there are so many straight people out there, who think that they are privileged and have any right to make offensive comments freely.

Some of my friends decided to cheer me up and took me to one of the small cafés . One of them is bi and he was with his boyfriend. We chatted and had a good time, until the moment when my friends’ boyfriend said that he had some stuff to do and when he stood up, he kissed goodbye my friend on the cheek and held his hand while they we’re talking. Literally, a minute later a waiter came and told us to leave the café . Then I asked “why” and he told us that, I quote:“you make people uncomfortable, the PDA scare the kids and make they ask questions, and now it’s not the right moment for their parents can’t explain them what’s wrong”. Then the manager came and asked what’s wrong. One of my friends asked if they would have done the same if she was with her boyfriend and they we’re kissing, for example. And the manager said “No, it’s normal when people love each other”. I tried to protest and explain something, but the manager rudely interrupted me and again asked us to leave, because he didn’t want “unnecessary” scenes. People around us whispered, some even giggled and looked at us like we we’re murders or else. I even recognized two of my former classmates and they looked at me with disgust and pity.

Like WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? This is beyond ridiculous, I can’t even wrap my head around it.

“My Son Won’t Stop Growing Pt. 2″ written by themostbeautifulofmen

For a few months, it seemed like my prediction about Sam’s growth stopping would hold true. From December until about March, Sam only grew another inch and gained another shoe size (bringing him up to 6'6" and size 19). At the time, we were sure that it was the last gasp of Sam’s tremendous growth spurt.

Boy, were we wrong…

April rolled around, and spring was finally upon us after a cold, harsh winter. Sam’s 16th birthday was right around the corner, so we had an excuse to buy him a bunch of new clothes for his new stature. Cheryl and I went online and bought Sam a few new shirts and pairs of pants. We were happy to finally be putting money down for clothes that Sam wouldn’t immediately outgrow, and Sam had finally been able to get more accustomed with his size since he hadn’t grown in a while.

At this point, Sam towered over all of us. He often bumped into things because our house was old and not built for someone his size, but he was still the same introverted kid on the inside. I tried to convince Sam to go out for sports in hopes that it would make him feel better about his size, but that dream was dashed when we couldn’t find affordable size 19 soccer cleats.

As such, our big surprise for Sam’s 16th birthday was that we had hunkered down and spent a small fortune on a specially made pair of cleats so that Sam could give soccer a try. We even got them a size too big, just in case Sam’s feet had another unexpected last minute growth spurt. We were so excited about the prospect of things returning more or less to normal. Sure, he may have gotten bigger, but Sam was still Sam, and we just want him to be happy.

When Sam’s birthday rolled around, we were beyond excited to give him all of the new clothes we had bought him. Most of it fit a bit tighter than we had hoped, but Sam was just happy to have a wider selections of clothing options to choose from. Finally, it came time to give him the centerpiece gift: the pair of size 20 cleats that would allow him to play on the soccer team. We beamed as he opened the gift, and Sam’s eyes widened when he saw what we had gotten him.

“Guys, you didn’t have to do this,” Sam said, pulling out one of the massive shoes.

“Hey,” I stopped him. “No matter how big you are, you’re a part of this family. If you want to try out for soccer, then we’re gonna do everything we can to make that happen.”

Sam smiled more at that moment than he had since this whole ordeal began. He excitedly pulled out both shoes, and put on the right one.

Sam paused. “It doesn’t fit…”

My heart dropped. This was impossible. We had bought them a size bigger for exactly this reason. How could they not fit? Sam had been wearing size 19 sneakers for school. How could these size 20 cleats not fit? It didn’t make any sense.

Cheryl tried to stay positive. “Try on the other one. Maybe it’ll fit better.”

Sam put on the other shoe, and it was immediately apparent that it didn’t fit either. Sam’s huge feet were pushing against the leather of the cleats on all sides. Not only did the cleats not fit, they looked as though they would explode off of Sam at any moment.

“How can this be?” I asked, stunned. “What about the 19’s that you wear for school?”

Sam looked away. There was something he wasn’t telling us.

“Sam,” Tom said, dejectedly. “You have to tell them the truth.”

Cheryl and I both looked at each other.

“Mom, Dad,” Sam said, quietly. “I haven’t been wearing shoes to school.”

“What?” Cheryl was extremely confused. “Of course you wear shoes to school. I see you wearing them every morning when you leave the house.”

“My feet are still growing. The size 19 sneakers that you got me a few months ago started feeling small. I saw how much the sneakers cost, so I didn’t want you to keep spending money on me. As soon as I leave the house, I take off my shoes and only put them back on when I get close to home. I had to beg all of the faculty at my school to not tell you guys, and even then they only let it slide because of the ‘extremely extenuating circumstances’. Even they know my feet are stupidly big, and they just keep getting bigger. I don’t want to be any bigger!”

Sam got up and walked off in a huff. As he left, I noticed that his hair brushed against the top of the doorway as he walked through it. The doorways in our house are 6'9" tall. It was true: Sam was still growing, and fast.

The next few months were very tough for Sam. We got his feet measured after the cleat debacle, and it turned out that he had already reached a size 21 wide. Since buying shoes of that size was impossibly expensive (and Sam would just outgrow them in a few weeks anyway), we developed a system to make “shoes” by layering as many pairs of socks as we could and then putting some type of padding along the bottom. Sam’s feet were already becoming too large for most pairs of socks, but we figured that this method would at least buy us some time.

Sam’s height also skyrocketed. By the end of June, he had already reached 6'10". At this point, doorways were starting to become a serious issue for him. Unless the building had extremely high ceilings, Sam found himself having to duck through most doorways. By July, Sam had hit an even 7 feet and was starting to have serious trouble with everyday activities. On our yearly trip to the nearby amusement park, Sam was deemed too tall to ride most of the rides. He was devastated, as this was his favorite part of the year.

Not only that, but my plans to teach Sam how drive also fell apart. Cars were becoming more and more of an issue, since Sam was getting too big too comfortably sit inside. If Sam really was still growing, I wanted to get Sam in the driver’s seat while he still had the chance. Unfortunately, it was already too late. Even with the seat all the way back, Sam’s knees were still coming up past the steering wheel, and his feet were too big, even with his “shoes” off, to accurately hit the pedals. The realization that Sam would never be able to drive a car at his size was tough to come to terms with for all of us.

Throughout most of the summer, we were surprised that, even as he grew taller, the growth of Sam’s feet had seemed to stagnate. In August, however, they seemed to make up for lost time, ballooning larger as though someone was filling them with an air pump. Sam went from a 21 wide to a 24 double wide over the course of this month alone, with his height also gaining another inch. It was at this point that our layered sock plan stopped working, as even one pair of socks became difficult to fit around Sam’s now monstrous feet.

As September and the beginning of the school year approached, Sam had already hit 7'2" with size 25 double wide feet. Finding clothes was becoming increasingly difficult, and we pretty much gave up on shoes altogether at this point. We figured we could save up money and just buy Sam one pair of shoes when his feet finally stopped growing, a day which we were becoming increasingly concerned would never come.

When the school year finally arrived, Sam faced even more issues. All of the other students at Sam’s high school barely came up to his chest. He had also become too tall for the desks, and thus had to get a special seating arrangement for every class that he had. We had to get creative in terms of “shoes” for Sam, and ended up with some pretty weak results (the worst of which was probably the time we half-heartedly made shoes out of cardboard boxes that we had around the house). Our introvert son now had all eyes on him, and he just kept getting bigger.

We took him to the doctor after the first week of school. We had made a habit of taking Sam to the doctor regularly, just to make sure that he wasn’t developing any health issues because of his insane growth.

“Any news, Dr. Jefferson?” I asked.

Dr. Jefferson stuck some of Sam’s X-rays up on the wall. “I just don’t understand it. No matter how much your son grows, his growth plates don’t seem to shift. Usually, by this age and after this much of a growth spurt, the growth plates would have settled, but something about Sam hitting puberty seems to have kicked his growth hormones into overdrive with no sign of slowing. Even the medication we gave Sam to stunt his growth failed to do much of anything.”

“What about surgery?” Sam asked. “Is there some kind of surgery you could do?”

Dr. Jefferson walked over to us and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam was the same height sitting down as Dr. Jefferson standing up, maybe even a bit taller. “I’m sorry to say this, Sam, but it seems like you’re gonna keep growing for the foreseeable future. It’s just something that your going to have to accept.”

Sam looked crushed by the news. “How big am I gonna get? Do you know?”
Dr. Jefferson glanced over at Cheryl and me before looking back at Sam. “To be completely honest, I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Your rate of growth is a borderline miracle, and your feet are approaching record sizes. At the rate you’re going, I wouldn’t cross the possibility of you breaking eight, maybe even nine, feet in height by the time you’re done. You’ll probably hold the world record for largest feet by the end of the year, and they’ll only continue to grow from there. I’m sorry to say that you’re just destined to be a giant. There’s really no other explanation.”

“Destined to be a giant?” Sam said wistfully.

Dr. Jefferson nodded. After a few more minutes of sporadic conversation, we left for home, and Sam locked himself in his room for pretty much the entire weekend. When he came out for school on Monday morning, I could swear that he had put on another inch in height.

“HE’S ALIVE!” Tom shouted as Sam walked down the stairs, hunched over to prevent hitting his head on the ceiling.

Sam smirked, despite trying to remain dour. When it came time to decide on what we were gonna do for Sam’s shoes today, Sam stopped us.

“Guys,” Sam paused for a moment. “Do you think I could go to school barefoot?”

“Out of the question,” Cheryl responded immediately. “The ground is filthy, and the school probably wouldn’t be very fond of you going back to that.”

“But shoes are so uncomfortable, and I’d rather walk around barefoot than wear any of those stupid makeshift shoes that we try and cobble together.”

Cheryl remained unswayed, but I could see Sam’s point. With all of us sitting around the table, it looked like Sam was still standing up. He had long since passed the point where he could fit his legs under the table and had taken to spreading them when he wanted to move closer to the table. Each of his knees were like little mountains poking up from behind the table on either side of him. His feet also generally had to stay out from under the table. Since the table wasn’t very big, Sam’s feet would always kick one of us if he moved even slightly. He wasn’t a normal kid, and it was clear that his feet were just too big for shoes at this point. If he would stop growing, maybe we could scrounge together money for a pair, but it was pointless until we knew how big his feet were gonna get.

“Cheryl,” I said, interrupting the argument that had been happening while I was lost in thought. “I think we should let him go barefoot.”

Cheryl looked at me with shock and disgust. “He’s gonna get some kind of disease! And what if he steps on a piece of glass? Or a dirty needle? Or…”

I put my hand on Cheryl’s shoulder to calm her down. “Cheryl, look. The boy’s feet are huge. You heard the doctor. He’s gonna have feet that put the world record holder to shame by the end of the year. Is it that hard to believe that the kid doesn’t like shoes? Hell, he’s not even wearing shoes at this point. Do you really think sending him to school with cardboard boxes on his feet is really that much better than just sending him barefoot?”

“Maybe it’ll stop his feet from smelling up the house so much,” Tom interjected.

Sam puched Tom in the arm.

“Ow. Fuck, dude. Your fist is, like, the size of my head. That really hurt. Sorry for saying what we were all thinking.”

Sam revved up to punch Tom again.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! I was just kidding!”

Sam laughed, while Tom looked nervously on. Considering his size, Sam’s voice was still surprisingly high-pitched. I feared for the day when his voice dropped, since that’s when I remember my puberty really hitting its awkward phase.

“Okay,” Cheryl said quietly after having been silent through all of this. “You can go.”

“Really?” Sam was shocked that his mother had come around so easily.

“Your father’s right. Maybe you just weren’t meant to wear shoes.”

Sam looked over to me.

“But when you’re done growing, the first thing we’re gonna do is buy you a good pair of sneakers, even if your feet have doubled in size by then.”

Sam smiled. “Jeez, Mom. I really don’t want to think about my feet getting any bigger.”

For some reason, Cheryl found this very funny and started laughing. Honestly, I think she just didn’t know how to handle the situation, and her nerves got the better of her. Either way, Sam left for school with no shoes on, which really highlighted just how massive his feet had become.

“Putting the world record holder to shame by the end of the year,” I thought to myself. “Maybe all the media attention will get us the money for a pair of shoes. Eh, he’d just outgrow them anyway.”

But hey, a father can dream…

previous chapter


What a great day!!! And weekend so far.

Last night me and a couple of my friends drove into the mountains and went to the casino. It was my first time ever gambling. I started with $15 and came home with $178 so not shabby at all. We all basically just played blackjack and drank all night and bonded and between the five of us, we profited $1300 with everyone winning.

After 3.5 hours of sleep and with a hangover, I ran four miles this morning. It was honestly the first time I’ve felt like I had a good run in Denver. After living here for 7.5 months. It took me 1.2 miles to figure out how to pause my Garmin, so my pace is slower than it truly was. My Nike+ app has my pace as 10'22" per mile.

I finished my run at Whole Foods and made a GREAT grocery haul. And people say keto is restrictive.

My day since has been reading in the bath, five hour nap, ordering WingStop, and watching The Office while catching up on tumblr.


tell us your favorite quotes from your character.
give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said.
then tag your friends.

  • ❛ i can’t even go to the grocery store without getting arrested. ❜
  • ❛ who does your family blame for your problems when i’m  not around? ❜
  • ❛ if i’m dead right now, i know it was at your hand. no one else in heaven or hell had power over me. ❜
  • ❛ i’m a demon with a soul,  phoebe. that’s rather unique to the cosmos. ❜
  • ❛ i’m good at a lot of things. waiting isn’t one of them. ❜
  • ❛ there were mornings i’d wake up next to you and i didn’t feel evil. i was just a guy, in love with a beautiful girl. i wanted it so much, i started to believe my own lie. ❜
  • ❛ thanks, i’d rather have my head chopped off than have it examined. ❜
  • ❛ stubbornness is definitely a family trait. you’ve tried going upstairs twice, out the front door four times, and through the wall five…make that six  times. but hey, you haven’t tried the chimney  yet. ❜ 
  • ❛ i would do almost anything for you, you know that. but i will not be a coward for you, please don’t ask me to be. ❜
  • ❛ for all intents & purposes i’ve been a demon for over a hundred years, it’s all i’ve ever known. or been. what am i supposed to do now? who am i? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t like to talk about my past much or my family. i lost them a long time ago. ❜

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TAGGING: @monstrauma @heartsided @fuegajo @furysided @thyellae @demcnologist @darksighted @omcn @inheritedgcfts @boozelegger @chamberburied @thiefsluck @properlycool @judgmentcast @truander & ANYONE ELSE!


It’s Been About Four To Five Years Since Debut. Singers Who Debuted With us Like AOA & EXID Have Turned Over New Leaves As Amazing People. I Thought All I had To Do Was Debut, But In Real Life, It Wasn’t As Simple As That. I’m Sad Now That Time Has Passed & I’ve Aged. However, I’m Not Giving Up Yet. I practice With The Mindset Of Let’s See Who’s Going To Win. I Sang While Crying.” - Linzy, FIESTAR

@traumailse Oh man, have I got a story for you….

Gather round children, while I retell the tale of “The Founding Daddies Discourse”

While the Tuck fandom was in its prime, a group of individuals who were referred to as the “Founding Daddies” reigned supreme. Me and three other blogs had decided that at the start of the fandom, we were kind of the ones who started it all. So the Founding Daddies were a squad of 4 Tuck blogs who were all friends and meme creators. All was well in the fandom.

Then, a blog who shall remain nameless decided that they thought the name “Founding Daddies” was offensive. They made a post that was basically “Anyone who uses the term "founding daddies” should die.“ Their reasoning was that it was pedophilic, glorified the founding fathers of America, and idk what else but it was VERY far-reaching. Literally our reasoning for the name was "haha we founded this bitch and daddies is funnier than fathers” so we thought we weren’t in the wrong. Emomilestuck decided to fight for our good name (Lexi u truly are a noble human) and then The Discourse began. Fighting ensued between said blog and the Founding Daddies and their supporters.

Long story short, they hated us for a while and now nobody really talks about it and I THINK we’re at peace because the Founding Daddies was unofficially disbanded by the fandom dying out but like… I don’t care enough to go looking for it because I don’t wanna start shit again.



YOU ALL TREAT ME LIKE SHIT-YOU TREAT OTHER PEOPLE LIKE SHIT.IVE TRIED TO BE NICE, BUT YOU PUSHED ME OVER MY LIMIT.YOU THINK THAT THE FAME DOESN’T GO TO YOUR HEAD?HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT US LITTLE ARTISTS AND HOW WE FEEL WHEN YOU REJECT US?!ONCE YOU ALL WHERE JUST LIKE US-STARTED OUT WITH 1 OR 4 LIKES?OR 15 FAN AND FOLLOWERS?PROBABLY SOMEONE SAID"DONT LET THE FAME GO TO YOUR HEAD"THEY SAID,BUT YOU DIDN’T LISTEN DID YOU?DID YOU?!OF COURSE NOT YOU PROBABLY IGNORED THEM,US LITTLE ARTISTS WOULD LIKE TO BE APRECIATED ONCE AND AWHILE YA KNOW.NOT BEING LIKE SHIT,so please treat us like we can make it-so many of us had been hated on.maybe some other little artists have spread hate to other big ones for them not being great as the big ones.others got hate from bigger artists,belive me I know.some of us left this world early because of this,because of please-just be nice to all of us and we’ll do the same.



Moonrise Kingdom Colour Posters Series

… I love you too.


When you told me to contemplate the world, what did you expect me to picture in my mind? A map? Some floaty cosmic energy? You know what I actually did see? Katara, Sokka and Toph. I saw the Kyoishi Warriors, The White Lotus, the monks who raised me, and I saw Zuko. I don’t know how to “contemplate the world” without first thinking of the people I care about. Including Zuko.


“Go out there and create art. Music, animation, movies.. Anything your heart desires. Honor Monty by creating your art." — Ross O'Donovan

Monty Oum, 1981 – 2015