anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on the chatter before 'Olivia' ("rest for four bars")? And the 'writing' noises on 'I want to write you a song'? Are the of any added value to you?

I do have thoughts about that, anon, really complex and conflicted thoughts.

I’m going to refer you to this brilliant Masters thesis, written by a Scott Interrante, who is the host of the popunlimited podcast.

When One Direction adds in these ambient studio sounds– the insider musician chatter in “Olivia,” the scratching of a pencil in “I Want to Write You a Song,” the fans in “History,” the purpose is to add an illusion of authenticity. The illusion gets fans closer to being in a live experience, a folk music, intimate, small venue, acoustic experience.

It is musical gesture– a way for the band to evolve away from pre-packaged, cookie-cutter boyband pop songs and closer to music they would prefer to make, closer to what they personally like to listen to. They are striving for the authenticity of making “real music,” not the typical boy band, “bland-as-fuck” (Zayn’s words) pop music.

This question of authenticity is a complex one. As consumers, we know that what we consume has a veneer of artifice. We know that voices are auto-tuned and distorted by reverb. We know that 1D songs go through a production process that transforms the raw material into the polished radio hits.

We like to listen to professionally produced music. And that’s okay.

But as Scott’s thesis argues, this question of authenticity goes to the very heart of the question of One Direction.

Selling authenticity of music is a way of selling an authentic fandom experience– the same way that @Louis_Tomlinson seems authentic when he tweets that Pizza Hut should DM him, as if this is Louis Tomlinson charmingly asking for a pizza, rather than Louis Tomlinson™ being paid to endorse Pizza Hut. The lines of authenticity are being blurred without informing the audience.

It isn’t as clear-cut as seeing a celebrity sell perfume in a magazine ad. In the same way, any fashion endorsement, interview, or brand ambassadorship through SM or pap photos strives to seem authentic. It is reflective of the huge confluence of social media and product placement in our culture. It’s the reason for Zigi.

One of the boys said in an interview once– “pressured by the modern age.” This is how modern advertisement works.

But, I mean, they’re just songs. Why get so worked up about them? Do they really have to do with all this– other stuff?

The reason it’s different for One Direction is that inauthenticity, sold as authenticity, is the badge and pride of 1DHQ. It is their modus operandi.

They hold contests to meet band members or go to special listening sessions in which the winners have already been pre-determined– and it’s rarely the casual fan without insider connections. I, and people I know, would have loved going to the London sessions. But I knew that would never have been a possibility. It’s always the people in service of 1DHQ.

This philosophy is what allows stalkers to appear as lucky fans who bump into the boys “by chance,” and allows these stalkers access to the boys time and again, often without security.

Inauthenticity as authenticity as a philosophy is extended to selling a band member’s image TO THE BAND MEMBER’S DETRIMENT. Just look at Louis Tomlinson’s representation with the James Grant Group since January 1st.

There are so many layers of inauthenticity there, that it’s both embarrassingly hilarious and inhumanely immoral.

Inauthenticity sold as authenticity is a way to double back at fans who point this out, to target and invalidate fan theories by calling them crazy, conspiratorial. By having “authentic” band member interviews (Liam Attitude interview, Zayn Fader) stating as much. By having “authentic” band members tweet angry diatribes to fans (Louis Bullshit 1.0, 2.0).

So to your question of whether these ambient noises do anything for me, I would say, yes, on the surface, they’re incredibly charming. They give off a hipster-ish vibe. I love hearing Harry’s and Louis’s voices in Olivia. The pencil scratching in IWTWYAS is a bit cheesy but ok. The fans in History are lovely.

Other musicians include ambient noises on their discography to sound authentic. At the end of Carlie Rae Jepsen’s “Let’s Get Lost,” you can hear this incredibly charming, haunting sound of a dog howling, synthesizers and percussions dying away as if the music itself is being disassembled, put away. Another example would be the weird but lovely oscilloscope sound in Wilco’s “I am trying to break your heart.”

Will there ever be a time when authenticity for 1D is, well, authentic?

It’s like a little ink seeping into water. The water can never be clear again. It can only get clearer if diluted by a lot more clear water. Honesty is a difficult thing to reclaim.

Generally I love a little fun and games in music– and actually love all sorts of ambient noises being incorporated into music. But as usual with One Direction— it gets me thinking.

Press Coverage/Less Coverage (Tony Stark x Reader) (Part 2/2)

Part 1 is HERE

Warnings: Daddy kink. There’s a little bit of tony hating himself but like if you’ve seen the iron man movies you already know what that’s like. NSFW.

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 7.2k (oh my fucking god how did this get so long)

A/N: I started this fic in june of last year and it’s just now finished. I hate my procrastinating ass so much you have no idea.

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Torendi Kitchen (Restaurant)

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From high above the Fashion District Torendi Kitchen serves up the finest experimental cuisine in San Myshuno.

A restaurant for The Sims 4. Four bathrooms, a bar, two chef stations, indoor and outdoor seating, a kareoke machine, two bubble machines, a dancefloor, and a pool. Lot traits: chef’s kitchen, party place, romantic aura. §156590 on a 40x30 lot.

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best moments in classical music

(imo obviously)

  • the four bars of intense polyphony in the finale of the jupiter symphony
  • the interrupted cadences and resolutions in the kyrie and lux aeterna of the mozart requiem
  • the plottwistwe’rehypeaf beginning of tchaik 4 movement 4
  • the transition from Nacht to Sonnenaufgang in Eine Alpensinfonie
  • the modulation to D major in Till Eulenspiegel right before it switches to the funeral march
  • the buildup and climax (cadence) of the Vorspiel to Meistersinger
  • the Bm/C# climax in movement 5 of mahler 2 (although there are lots of dissonant climaxes in mahler 2 that are nice af)
  • the one consonant climax in mahler 2 at aufersteh’n
  • the tierce de picardie in the finale of dvorák 9
  • the joining of the two melodies in the 2nd movement of shosty 1
  • the moment in shosty 7 when it finally stops playing the repeated military motif
  • the finale of shosty 7 where it reaches C “major” again
  • most of the cadences in shosty festive overture
  • the joining of the two melodies in the march from holst suite in E-flat
  • the scream chord close to the end of uranus from the planets suite
  • the innocent woodblock in the middle of slava! overture all on its own
  • the modal-bach-chorale finale of maslanka’s give us this day
Fuckbuddies with Feelings

[George develops feelings for his fuckbuddy]

George never thought he would feel much for the boy let alone love, but here he was. He’s not sure when it happened or how, (it could possibly be his bouncy personality that was displayed constantly, or possibly his no fucks given attitude) but regardless George Washington had fallen in love with the one and only, Gilbert Lafayette.

This would be a great thing, but the two had been having a friends with benefits sort of relationship. George thought it over again. It wasn’t even that. They had meet at a bar a four months ago and had been having meetups ever scence. He looked over at the sleeping form beside him. He was quite peaceful, unlike the night before.

George contemplated never calling Lafayette again and dispelling all feeling associated with him, when the man in question awoke.

“Goodmorning, George.” He said before letting out a small yawn. He leaned over and pressed his lips in a chaste kiss on George’s cheek. George nodded as a response to Laf and stood gathering the clothing from the night before hiding a small blush.

“Mon joli,” Laf started as George bent over to pick up what he thought was the other’s undershirt, “Votre cul est très gentil.” He giggles.
“What?” George spins to look at him still in bed. He is looking at him from under the duvet he had pulled over his head still giggling. George felt his heart melt to mush.

“I said you have a nice ass.” Laf barely gets out among his giggling.If George wasn’t blushing before he was definitely doing so now.He throws Laf’s clothes at him before stalking off to the joint bathroom, with the sound of Lafayette’s bell like Laughter filling his ears.

After getting dressed, much to Laf’s disappointment it seemed, George decided to make breakfast for the two as he had done most other times. When Laf descended the stairs all he was wearing was one of George’s shirts that were much too big for his slimmer frame. One sleeve fell off his shoulder and went no further than his mid-thigh. George swore the boy would be the death of him.

“Mon joli, are you making my breakfast? How sweet of you!” He over exaggerated. When they first began doing this Lafayette was shocked into silence when George was so nice the morning after. George shook his head back to the present, instantly averting his eyes away from the gorgeous frenchman before him.

“Yes I am, as always.” He replied with a warm smile stealing a glance at the other when he saw Laf’s face fall a small amount. Laf turned away, likely hoping George had not seen.
“George you are too kind.” Laf spoke more to himself than anything else.

George quickly set the pan he hat taken out on the unlit stove before walking over to Laf, and proceeding to pick him up. Startled, from the unexpectedness of the action, Laf let out a yelp before clinging to George for dear life. Like I could drop him, George thought.

George brought the two of them to the nearby living room before setting Laf down gently on the couch. “Gilbert, what is wrong?” George hoped he was speaking calmly enough for the man before him to open up to him.
“Nothing is wrong. Don’t worry mon joli.” He said with a sad smile on his face. George could tell something was wrong, so he decided to press further. It could be disastrous if he made a slight misstep.

“Gilbert, I’m not quite sure that’s true. You can tell me.” The younger shifted a bit before saying he all was well once again. George attempted to soften his worried expression.

“Stop calling me that!” The frenchman jumped up, yelling his accent becoming thicker with his spout of uncharacteristic anger. “I can’t take being called that anymore! Only she was allowed to call me that and now she is gone, has been for a long time!” He continued to shout.

“Gi-Laf, what’s wrong? Please tell me. I want to help.” George prompted calmly. Lafayette seemed to snap even further with every second George continued but he was too far in to back out now.

“Fine! You want to know what’s ‘wrong’? Well here!” Laf’s volume not decreasing. “My maman, the she I was speaking of, died half a year ago! She left me after promising me she would never do so!” Lafayette was beginning to cry at this point and George wanted so badly to comfort him but stayed put.

“A few weeks after I started to sleep around hoping to forget about it and I always did, but not for long. The grief always came back. Finally my grand-mère, a month after her death, sent me here so I would not have as many reminders of her. She hoped I would do better.” He started to pace halfway through his tears slowing.

“After arriving I continued as I had before, people weren’t all that nice. They would sleep with me then I would be out at latest the next morning sometimes that night.” His volume had lowered and his pacing had slowly come to a stop.

He spun looking directly into George’s eyes. “Then I met you, George Washington.” His accent, although now marginally less than when he first began, curled beautifully around his name.

“You were so kind to me making sure I was taken care of. So I kept coming back, Because after those first few times I had fallen very hard for you.” Lafayette seemed to realize what he had just said as his eyes popped a bit.

“I have to go n-” George cuts him off by standing and getting into his personal space. “George? What are yo-” Lafayette was cut off once again but this time by Georges lips. This kiss was different than the lust filled smashing of lips and gnashing of teeth. This was soft and full of feelings.

“I love you Gil-Lafayette.” George said barely above a whisper. Lafayette’s eyes started to water again and George was ready to step away when Laf buried his face in George’s neck.

“I love you too, Mon Juli.” Laf said holding onto George as though he might disappear. All George did was lift him up a carried him to bed and held him until they both fell asleep dreaming of their future together.

mythical facts about Reyna

1. Four bars in her arm is four years in service with one year probation means she was made praetor by her own peers, the way they made Percy one bc you cannot win by popular vote in short span of time

2. She was separated from Hylla after Circe’s Island means, Lupa deemed her worthy–chose her for something great therefore training her

3. Jason was already in camp when Reyna arrived, either they initially hated each other’s guts or admired each other secretly

4. Aurum and Argentum are automaton dogs, basically the works of Vulcan, or of a god, means Reyna did something worth the gifts of a god

5. Wearing the praetor’s toga is not self taught. Someone someone must have helped Reyna once

6. Scipio is the only pegasus in Camp Jupiter, there were not much of pegasus riders in camp, means Jason assisted Reyna in flying before

7. With her dark past back in San Juan, with all the staring ghosts in their home means the Lares in camp scared Reyna to death once

8. Hylla was the assistant of Circe in a damn spa. Means Hylla taught her how to do her makeup, or at least it means Reyna has killer brows

9. With all the praetor formalities Reyna has to wear every day, it means once she is in casual attire, people stare as she walks by

10. We are not the only ones. It means someone in camp, not just anyone is secretly in love with Praetor Reyna from afar


I can’t say the job made me this way. More like me being this way made me right for the job. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age you know who you are. Now I live in a little room, out in the country behind a bar, work four nights a week, and in between I drink. And there ain’t nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there’s a victory in that.


@gradblrchallenge day 4;;

this morning at work study with leadership & governance notes, clif bar, and four drinks (coffee, kale/pineapple smoothie, orange-raspberry emercen-c, water, respectively) #excessive.  

accomplishments started a newsletter write-up for practicum, planned out spring break in the bullet journal, emails, started an outline for leadership & governance paper, picked up antibiotics for sinus infection (joy), and listened to a hella inspiring class lecture led by the dean of my social work program. 

upcoming tasks feeling hella low on energy this evening, probably because i skipped a workout… i think i’ll twist my hair, shower, maybe throw together an outline for my poverty & inequality take home exam of which i finally got the rubric. then i think i’ll read some of my w.e.b. dubois biography. for the culture. 

a classmate told me that she could see me doing my concentration practicum at the federal reserve and could put me in contact with one of the higher-ups there… it had me re-questioning my life all over again, because setting up next years’ practicum means i would have to defer a year from law school… i haven’t submitted that application yet.. maybe this is a sign i should wait until i get my msw before jumping into a whole other program..???  

Late Night Training Sessions

a/n : 1600+ words of Nathan Adrian angst, with a possible fluffy ending. I don’t know, you’ll have to read it all to find out. Enjoy! xx

Read My Other Nathan Writing Here.

Dressed in your favorite dress, hair curled past your shoulders, with your dark mauve lipstick staining the crumpled up paper towel now thrown in the trash, you take a seat at one of the four bar stools surrounding the marbled island in your kitchen. “Babe!” you call out, wondering where your boyfriend could possibly be, typically ready far before you, with time to spare- using it to either catch up on the daily sports highlights or play with your newly adopted golden retriever pup. Dinner reservations were waiting, and you really didn’t want to be late, especially since these reservations were not only for the two of you, but for your parents as well.

Moments later, Nathan comes strolling down the stairs, his shoes thumping loudly with each step. “There you are…” you smile, stopping when you notice a change of attire compared to what he had laid out on your bed before his shower. Instead of wearing the blue button up and dark washed jeans that you absolutely loved and fit his glorious body so well, Nathan’s chest was adorned in a simple grey t-shit, a blue and red jacket zipped up halfway. His tanned, shaven calves on display with some flimsy black meshed gym shorts.

Nathan’s body, sulking, walks towards yours, his black and white gym back slung across his shoulder. Laying it down at his feet as he reaches you, your boyfriend gives you a sorrowful expression, “Coach called.” He said, those two words coming out so quick; however, the meaning of them carrying so much weight.

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daughterlexas  asked:

Secret: when d tells the tenors to rest for the four bars leading up to the final fast part of 1812, I only rest for two

oh my god better people have gone to prison for this very reason you better make sure this stays between us

Quotes for Wednesday March 15,2017

Strength quotes
Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.–Arnold Schwarzenegger
Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of those pieces–Judith Viorst
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.–Amos Bronson Alcott
Strong men can always afford to be gentle. Only the weak are intent on “giving as good as they get.”–Elbert Hubbard (The Notebook)
When we are strong, we are always much greater than the things that happen to us.–Thomas Merton (No Man Is an Island)
With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.–Eleanor Roosevelt
A woman is like a tea bag–only in hot water do you realize how strong she is.–Nancy Reagan (The Observer, 1981)
You can’t give people pride, but you can provide the kind of understanding that makes people look to their inner strengths and find their own sense of pride.–Charleszetta Waddles
Hope quotes
Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend.–Thomas Chandler Haliburton
Hope is a talent like any other.–Storm Jameson
People who build hope into their own lives and who share hope with others become powerful people.–Zig Ziglar (Jim Rohn’s Weekly E-zine- January 13, 2004)
There are no hopeless situations; there are only men, who have grown hopeless about them.–Clare Boothe Luce
There are three things I was born with in this world, and there are three things I will have until the day I die-hope, determination, and song.–Miriam Makeba
There is no medicine like hope, no incentives so great, and no tonics so powerful as the expectation of something better tomorrow.–Orison Swett Marden
Love quotes
Life is short. Be swift to love! Make haste to be kind!–Henri F. Amiel
Looking back over a lifetime, you see love was the answer to everything.–Ray Bradbury
Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none.–William Shakespeare
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.–Dalai Lama
Love is a gift. You can’t buy it, you can’t find it, someone has to give it to you. Learn to be receptive of that gift.–Kurt Langner
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.–Leo Buscaglia
Love is like a beautiful flower whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight.–Helen Keller
Friendship quotes
Friendship is not about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you” and proved it.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” -C.S. Lewis
The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. -Elizabeth Foley
I’m glad friendship doesn’t come with price tags. For if it does, I’d never afford someone as great as you.
Friendship means understanding, not agreement. It means forgiveness, not forgetting. It means the memories last, even if contact is lost.
The language of friendship is not words but meanings. -Henry David Thoreau
Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to hear the answer
Prayer quotes
If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough. -Meister Eckhart
The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays. -Søren Kierkegaard
Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden. -Corrie ten Boom
Work as if you were to live a hundred years. Pray as if you were to die tomorrow. -Benjamin Franklin
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. -Kahlil Gibran
God shapes the world by prayer. The more prayer there is in the world the better the world will be, the mightier the forces of against evil. -E.M. Bounds
Courage quotes
The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart. -Robert Green Ingersoll
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ -Eleanor Roosevelt
Courage is like love; it must have hope to nourish it. -Napoleon I
Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it’s actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe. -Christopher Paolini
Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if you have to dig a little. -Tori Amos
Courage is found in unlikely places. -J.R.R. Tolkien
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. -Erma Bombeck
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. -Lucius Annaeus Seneca