brooke candy angel haze

Songs to kill boys to

Serial Killer - Lana del Rey

Kill My Boyfriend - Natalia Kills

This Little Girl - Cady Groves

Roman Holiday - Nicki Minaj

Just Desserts - Marina & the Diamonds (feat. Charli XCX)

Boss Ass Bitch [Remix] - Nicki Minaj

Trouble - Neon Jungle

Power & Control - Marina & the Diamonds

Backseat Freestyle - Angel Haze

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood

Problem - Natalia Kills

Cannibal - Ke$ha

FU - Miley Cyrus

Glory and Gore - Lorde

Picture to Burn - Taylor Swift

Das Me - Brooke Candy

Murda Bizness - Iggy Azalea

Black Skinhead Freestyle - Angel Haze

Yung Rapunxel - Azealia Banks

killer queen

bitch i came to kill shit
l i t e r a l l y  kill shit

fourteen songs for woman kings & warrior queens

castle  halsey  |  the world is not enough  garbage  |  everybody wants to rule the world  lorde  |  empire  alpines  |  paris is burning  st. vincent  |  heads will roll  yeah yeah yeahs  |  landscape  florence + the machine  |  woman king  iron & wine  |  q.u.e.e.n.  janelle monae ft. erykah badu  |  maneater  the bird and the bee  |  painted  ms mr  |  opulence  brooke candy  |  crown  angel haze  + bonus track

every jaw drops when she's in those jeans

[beginners korrasami uni au deleted scene volume 1:  Korra & Asami Are Very Nervous]
for possibilistfanfiction, imagine-me

on ao3

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Okay so you know it’s stupid and whatever, and it’s just apiece of cotton and it doesn’t actually say anything about you and you’ve never really cared about all that anyway, but—you’ve changed your t-shirt three times in the fourteen minutes since you got out of the shower. And, really, the only difference is varying shades of blue. But—Asami is so pretty, and she always looks so cool, and she has tattoos and her hair is actually a shampoo commercial. So yeah, you’re putting effort into this decision because maybe Asami likes navy blue more than midnight blue.

You’re like, really nervous, and you don’t know why, so you plug your iPod into Jinora’s dock and queue your work out playlist. The best idea, you think, would be to punch-dance these nerves out, so you assume the position as N*Sync starts. You don’t close your eyes because you don’t want Another Incident—your RA gave you a very serious warning about knees through drywall, and also that hurt—so instead you focus very hard on the doorknob while you aggressively punch the air rhythmically.

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