giant dance party

So we’ve seen Ziggy’s birthdays, but what about the other kids? How would their birthdays go? Would the whole town belong to Stingy on his birthday? Is everyone going to be attacked with pranks and let it slide on Trixie’s? Would there be a video game party, or maybe even a video game competition, on Pixel’s? Giant dance or song party for Stephanie’s? Or are they all going to be a nice, normal birthday?

How would Robbie and Sportacus celebrate their birthdays? Would there be a lot of cake or sportscandy? Would there be a competition between the two to see which kid would eat more of?

I must know these things.

[ARTICLE] 5 Years of BIGBANG's 'Fantastic Baby'

Trends come and go pretty quickly in music, particularly in the K-pop industry, but the staying power of some hits can’t be denied. On March 7, 2012, Korean boy band BIGBANG released the music video for their single “Fantastic Baby,” and fans around the world have been saying “Wow, fantastic baby” ever since.

While they were already dominating the local popular music scene, the South Korean act produced one of the few K-pop songs to garner attention internationally with “Fantastic Baby,” in part thanks to the song’s dynamic sound and the stimulating visual feast that is the music video. The boisterous, genre-blending sound was something altogether new for the act at the time, while the seditious music video promoted music as a form of rebellion.

After debuting as a group with more old-school R&B and hip-hop leanings, BIGBANG had become known both for sentimental tunes and more upbeat dance tracks, but the swaggering “Fantastic Baby” ushered in new era that poised the group as one of Korea’s most ambitious acts.

The single, one of three from their Billboard 200-charting Alive EP, drew on electropop and hip-hop to form a full-on banger, paving the way for many of BIGBANG’s more club-ready releases, most notably G-Dragon and Taeyang’s trap-heavy “Good Boy” in 2014 and 2015’s “Bang Bang Bang.” Moving forward, the quintet’s songs began exploring more diverse sonic styles, releasing hit after hit that surpassed the limitations of any one genre. Their latest hits, 2016’s “Fxxk It” and “Last Dance,” exemplified this: the former was an electronic hip-hop track, while the latter was a pop-rock ballad.

As for the video itself, “Fantastic Baby” featured the fivesome in a futuristic world tinged with traditional Korean elements, showing some members ruling over disciples and others literally chained to walls, as they strained to change the world around them while dropping memorable catch phrases like “boom shakalaka” and “I wanna dance.” Things came to an end with a giant dance party and BIGBANG being crowned kings upon thrones.

With the exhilarating song and a video that took K-pop to a whole new level through its creative flair, “Fantastic Baby” has gone on to become one of the most-watched Korean music videos on YouTube aside from those by Psy; as of the anniversary, it has been watched more than 279 million times.

This immense visibility has led “Fantastic Baby” to have a long-lasting effect on Hollywood in the five years since it was released. In 2012, just months after “Fantastic Baby” came out, an episode of Glee featured the song as background music while the male characters learned to emulate K-pop boy band dance moves. Three years later, “Fantastic Baby" was still making an impact internationally and was featured in the trailer for Pitch Perfect 2, although the song was not included on the film’s official soundtrack.

As one of the biggest Korean songs ever, “Fantastic Baby” is, truly, fantastic.

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more aesthetics for the signs
  • aries: winning games with friends, backwards baseball caps & messy ponytails
  • taurus: watching trashy tv with friends, sleeping in late & lounge clothes
  • gemini: blowing bubbles, jumping on trampolines with friends & over the knee socks
  • cancer: lying by the ocean with friends, curly/wavy hair & hugging someone and knowing it will all be okay
  • leo: braiding your best friends hair, giant sunglasses & having a dance party
  • virgo: platonically holding hands, intricate braids & ballet flats
  • libra: getting cotton candy at a carnival, going on a ferris wheel with friends & blowing someone a kiss
  • scorpio: having deep talks with friends over cold pizza at 4 am, black crop tops & winking at someone from across the room
  • sagittarius: road trips with friends, scraped knees & boyfriend jeans
  • capricorn: straight hair, stifling your laughter with friends & black coffee
  • aquarius: piggy back rides with friends, candid photos & glitter eyebrows
  • pisces: making blanket forts, making wishes & soft sweaters

I know i said I was going to liveblog supernatural and I totally will, just one thing first

I’m really excited about Changeling culture in the South

specifically their obsession with hospitality and parties

Because you have all these old-ass fairies, right? And fairies have some nasty fucking politics - you think vampires fight dirty, you haven't  seen anything like what some fey will do without so much as batting an eyelash - but in the American  South they’re also super attached to this vision of hospitality and grace.

Now, every Changeling undergoes a process called Saining. It’s their official introduction to fey society and is a pretty big deal, but a lot of people just do the official ceremony and have done with it.

Not so for the Southern fey. Why stop at a lavish ceremony when you could go wildly overboard? Why not have a goddamn cotillion? Why not have a party that lasts a week? Why not more?

Because the bigger a party you throw for the new fae you’re sponsoring, the richer and more powerful you’re going to look - and the more that fae will owe your ass when they’re older and more powerful

Furthermore parties are the best place to collect gossip and spread rumors and schmooze

It’s such a magnificient passive aggressive way to politic, because you’re just being nice, just being generous

And meanwhile if your rival figures out what’s up and kicks up a fuss, they look like a party-hating grouch

and I just

I really love that visual, because a GIANT FAERIE PARTY

with dancing and romance and the juxtaposition of brutal backstabbing and graceful dance, and the weird fucking food some fae eat side by side with little fancy cookies and tea

augh it would be so perfect and fun to run

Drunk in Love

For the darling anon that requested: Could u write a Bellamy fic where they r both at a rave/concert and they are kinda drunk and start dancing and grinding with each other?

Modern Day Concert AU


“How do I look?” You said emerging from the bathroom and striking a sexy pose against the door frame.

“Like it took you an hour and a half to get ready,” Bellamy said with a yawn. He was pacing back and forth in your room with his eyes glued to his phone, probably playing another intense game of candy crush or clash of clans. “We’re gonna be late.” He was probably cranky because you were dragging him to the middle of the desert just to see a bunch of musicians he had never even heard of and you were supposed to meet up with your friends a half hour ago.

You cleared your throat, coyly trying to get Bellamy’s attention but he still didn’t look up. You didn’t spend all that time picking out your finest attire just to be ignored by your preoccupied boyfriend. You were an ethereal goddess who deserved to be worshiped, for crying out loud. You cleared your throat again, this time much louder and more dramatically, but your blunt efforts still went unnoticed. Since Bellamy couldn’t take such an obvious hint you grabbed a nice fluffy pillow from your bed and whacked him directly in the face with it.

“Hey, I was on level- Wow…” Bellamy said awestruck. His phone dropped out of his hands at the sight of your radiant beauty. He looked at you slack jawed. You could’ve offered him a napkin because he was practically drooling over you. “You look incredible.”

“You should really pick that up.”

Bellamy placed a finger under his chin and pushed his gaping mouth closed.

“I was talking about the phone,” You laughed.

Bellamy bent down in front of you as if he was going to pick his phone up from the floor. Instead, he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“I don’t know why you take so long to get ready when I’m just gonna take all of that off in about thirty seconds.” He said tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. “We’re already late. Might as well stay home.”

“I really want to go to this concert and you promised you would go with me.”

“I don’t even like what’s his face,” Bellamy groaned as he rolled onto the mattress next to you.

“We’re going to a festival, Bellamy. You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.”

“The cute one with the dark eyes and messy hair.”

“You know, that description sounds an awful lot like you.”

“You’re right. I’m a terrible liar,” Bellamy said sitting up and removing his car keys from his pocket. “Let’s go.” He loved playing at a grouch, but in reality, he loved you a lot more and would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant listening to a bunch of music that he didn’t care for.

At the festival, you met up with your small group of friends, which included Jasper and Monty, and jammed the night away. It was one giant dance party. The masses rocked to the blaring music in unity like one giant wave under the iridescent lights and flashing lasers. DJs spun electronic tunes as flames projected from the stage rafters, setting the night sky on fire.

“I love this song,” you said excitedly tugging at Bellamy’s shirt.    

“Don’t even try it,” Bellamy said shaking his head.  

“Oh come on, Bell. One dance won’t kill you.”

“But it might kill someone else,” Jasper mumbled.

Bellamy gave Jasper a swift elbow to the ribs before crossing his arms. “I don’t dance.”

“Fine, party-pooper.”

You noticed the hydration backpack strapped to Jasper’s back and after so much dancing you were feeling pretty parched. You grabbed the hose and put your mouth to the nozzle without thinking, hoping to receive a cool blast of water. You had already swallowed before the bitter aftertaste of beer hit your tongue.

“Really Jasper?” You said wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I’m not paying thirteen dollars for watered down festival beer,” Jasper said outraged. “Monty has moonshine in his.”

“You guys are gross.”

“You say gross; I say genius.”

“It’s blueberry flavored,” Monty said shaking the thin blue tubing that protruded from his bag.

You shrugged before taking a gulp from his stash and you immediately regretted your impetuous decision. The sharp flavor assaulted your tongue and burned on the way down. It was disgusting and the supposed blueberry flavoring did nothing to aid in the beverage’s astringency. You reached for Jasper’s pack again, chasing the moonshine with more beer in attempt to clear the strong taste from your mouth.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Bellamy laughed as he watched you choke down the remainder of your alcohol. “Save some for the rest of us.”

Monty and Jasper had the booze flowing and it helped lighten the overall mood. Alcohol seemed to be the great equalizer, making even the most prudent person in your group relax. The once resistant Bellamy loosened up after a few pulls from the walking kegs and finally started to engage with the musical environment around him.

You were both beginning to feel the buzz as your skin warmed and vibrated. Everything looked and felt more vibrant. The lights and colors popped against the dark backdrop. The music was intoxicating and you could almost feel the melodies cascading into you like a luscious waterfall.

You grabbed Bellamy by the hands and pulled him into the sea of people. Even though you were amidst thousands it felt like it was only you and him. He smiled brightly as he twirled you around under the flashing strobe lights. He stumbled as he clumsily spun you back into his arms.

“Sorry,” Bellamy said. A bright red flush stained his cheeks.

“It’s okay. You’re doing great.” You said draping your arms over his shoulders. You kissed him and smiled against his lips.

It was your turn to take the lead. You were in control, guiding his every step and placing his hands exactly where you wanted them. You planted his palms on your hips as you rocked them to the beat. Bellamy watched every sway and turn intently, taking note of every subtle movement you made.

The bass thumped as Bellamy pulled you closer to him. He was gaining control of the rhythm and synchronizing his moves with yours. He took some initiative by letting his hands naturally follow the curve of your waist to the arch in your back and down to your behind. Your hips rotated to the music, syncing rhythmically together.

You felt your temperature elevate as Bellamy pressed his heated skin against yours. Sweat dripped and your frames rolled together in cadence as your hips gyrated against his. Fireworks exploded in the sky above, shining like glitter and mimicking your growing passion as you moved together as one, like a complete harmony.


HAVE YOU TRAVELED ACROSS HALF A WORLD TO THROW A TRINKET INTO A VOLCANO? READY YOUR TRAVELING GEAR, BECAUSE COCONUT TAPIOCA PUDDING IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. (wizard business)

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HARNESS A WHITE STEED AND GALLOP TO YOUR LOCAL GROCER TO FIND ‘SEED’ OR ‘PEARL’ TAPIOCA. THOSE LITTLE BALLS OF GLORY MIGHT BE STASHED AWAY IN A SPECIALTY ASIAN FOOD MART, BUT SMART MOTHERFUCKERS PROBABLY KNEW THAT ALREADY.

‘MINUTE’ TAPIOCA IS SHIT. IT SUCKS ASS AND SWALLOWS. IT’S JUST POWDER - NOT THE HAPPY SPHERES LIKE TINY DRAGON EGGS IN YOUR MOUTH.


GRAB A HALF-CUP OF THOSE BEAUTIES AND SHOVE THEM IN A BOWL WITH A SINGLE CUP OF WATER.

THINK OF IT LIKE GERMINATING A SEED. YOU ONLY WANT TO LEAVE IT THERE FOR 15 MINUTES, OTHERWISE IT WILL MAKE LIKE FRODO’S PARENTS AND DROWN!

DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY WHILE YOU POUR OFF THE EXCESS, UNWORTHY WATER (flop it into a strainer if you have to.)

SHOVE THAT TAPOIOCA INTO A POT WITH 2 CUPS OF WATER AND A LITTLE PINCH OF SALT. SLAP IT ON MEDIUM-HIGH AND STIR A BIT WHILE IT REACHES A BOIL. FEEL THE HEAT AS THE PURIFICATION HAPPENS, LEAVING YOUR TAPIOCA THE FINEST AND MOST LOVELY IN THE REALM.

IF THAT ASSHOLE STARTS TO SPIT AND HISS AT YOU, ADD A LITTLE MORE WATER TO THE TOP, AND STIR MORE OFTEN. SOME MOTHERFUCKERS ARE SENSITIVE.

AS SOON AS IT’S BOILING (lots of bubbles making the surface unstable) TURN THE HEAT DOWN TO LOW-MEDIUM FOR 10-15 MINUTES.

AWWW YEAAH, POT ‘O GOODNESS RIGHT THERE.

WHEN IT STARTS TURNING SOFT AND A LITTLE BIT GOOEY (like your heart when confronted by a box of puppies), TAKE IT OFF THE HEAT AND COVER THE POT, LEAVING THAT SUCKER TO STEW AND REFLECT ON THE MYSTERIES OF THE WORLD FOR ANOTHER 10 MINUTES.

WHILE ITS MIND CLEARS, ITS BODY WILL BECOME CLEAR AS WELL.

AFTER THE TIME HAS PASSED, USHER THE BEAUTIES INTO THE FRIDGE FOR COOLING.

IN THE REALM OF ICE AND SNOW, THE TAPIOCA WILL THICKEN AND BOND TOGETHER, FRIENDSHIP AND HARMONY UNITING THEM INTO A TEAM!


NOW IS THE TIME TO MAKE IT RIGHTEOUS WITH THE SOUL OF COCONUTS!

SCOOP OUT A THIRD OF A CUP OF TAPIOCA, AND MIX IN A FOURTH OF A CUP OF COCONUT MILK.

READY YOUR SWORD ARM, AND MIX WELL, MY FRIEND! THIRTY LASHES AT LEAST. 

TO MAKE IT SWEETER, TOP IT OFF WITH A DRIZZLE OF SOME SORT OF SWEET SYRUP.

MY FAVORITE IS MAPLE SYRUP, BUT FRIENDLY LUMBERJACKS MAY PREFER STRAWBERRY SYRUP, AND PIRATE QUEENS MAY WANT TO TRY BLUEBERRY.

TO SERVE IT LIKE A FANCY MOTHERFUCKER, TOP IT WITH SOME SHREDDED, TOASTED COCONUT OR CHUNKS OF MANGO BECAUSE YOU DESERVE SOME PERFECTION IN YOUR LIFE.

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ROCK ON, YOU BEAUTIFUL ASSHATS.

The Band Sister (part 2)

Summary: You’re Calum’s cousin, and eventually you become the band “sister” but you want more than that with Luke

Part 1

The boys had been on tour for what seemed like forever, and the one visit we had been able to plan where I could meet them on tour before they had a break fell through due to an emergency recording session for their first-ever real album. But now they were finally coming home on a two week break before the second half of the tour with One Direction.

So much had changed since the last time I had seen them. I had never considered myself ugly, but I just never really cared about my appearance. I wore sweatpants or running shorts along with a t-shirt almost every day. I threw my hair up in the mornings and rolled out of bed with just enough time to eat breakfast so makeup was a definite no. I had never had much interest in boys, besides Luke and he had seen me at my worst so why did it matter if I looked nice for him, but after deciding that I needed to change how Luke viewed me I decided maybe a makeover would get him out of his ‘brotherly’ mindset.

Even though I was Calum’s cousin, I wasn’t blessed with his beautiful, tan skin, and I didn’t like spending much time in the sun as I got extremely hot, extremely fast. However, this summer had been so unbearably hot I had no choice but to spend my time in either an ocean or a pool, and as a result I had gotten tan, and let me just say I looked great when I was tan.

I had also started putting slightly more effort into my appearance than I had before. I would do my hair rather than just throw it up into a ponytail, and put on minimal makeup just to make me look like an improved version of my normal self. I even went out and bought clothes that didn’t consist of workout clothes, or lounging clothes! I still opted for comfier clothes, but now I wore form-fitting jeans or leggings along with either crop tops or band tees. 

Along the way of making these outwardly changes, my insides began to change too. I was happier and much more outgoing than before. I went to parties and made friends with a group of girls who I had never even considered talking to when the boys were here, but without them I got lonely and the girls were actually amazing people. They even helped me meet the guy who definitely didn’t see me as his sister, and he even kept my mind off of Luke.


It was about a month and a half after the boys had left on tour, and the girls - Laura, Mia, Izzie, and Kalia - had finally convinced me to let them take me to a party. 

“Y/N, you have to look amazing, no MORE than amazing for this party. It’s practically you’re coming out party!” Mia was ranting at me because I didn’t want to wear the outfit she picked out for me.

“Umm, her coming out party?” Laura asked, as we all shared confused glances with each other.

“Uhh duh! Barely anyone in our grade knows who she is, and now is the first chance everyone is going to have to meet the new and improved Y/N!” now Mia was the one looking at us like we were dumb, “Meaning, she has to look drop dead gorgeous.”

I heard a gasp from the left side of Izzie’s room, where we were getting ready. I turned to see that it was Kalia, she had a love to create drama for attention. “That’s like, so true. I mean what if the man of your dreams is at this party.” 

“Guys, you know that I have feelings for Luke, who will definitely not be at this party considering he is thousands of miles away.” I said, while flopping back onto the bed, frustrated at how big of a deal they were making this.

Laura decided to come to my rescue, “Okay Y/N, how about we let you pick out your outfit but you let us do your hair and makeup.” I sat up, and agreed knowing this was the best I was going to get out of them. 


A few hours later I was walking into the party in high-waisted disco pants, a loose flowing crop-top tanktop, with my hair in beachy waves and my makeup done minimally, but amazing. As soon as we walked in to the party I could see that almost everyone from our class was here. The problem was I could recognize faces, but I knew almost nobody’s names.

“Iz, I hardly know anyone’s name here, how am I supposed to socialize without knowing who they are!” I may have been panicking just a bit.

I think Izzie could see the panic on my face, and unlike the other three girls she decided to stick with me, “Okay, here’s the plan. I’ll stay with you and introduce you to some people and if you feel comfortable enough to be alone you just give me the nod.” Izzie loved ‘The Nod’. It was her code for everything she did.

“Thanks Iz.” 

“Okay, first things first let’s get something to drink!” Izzie rushed off, pulling me through the crowded room with her.


Izzie and I had been talking to a group of about seven people for the last hour or so, and I kept catching one of the boys - his name was Tucker, I think - staring at me whenever I looked over at him. He was quite cute, and had dark shaggy hair, extremely tan skin, and wide-green eyes. I was wondering just how someone could get such nice eyes, when suddenly everyone around me was disbanding.

I must have had a very confused look on my face because the next thing I knew Tucker was clearing things up for me, “They’re going to get a game of beer pong started before we run out of beer.” I just nodded my head at him and he shot me a gorgeous lopsided smile, “I’m Tucker by the way.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” I smiled shyly back.

Tucker held out his hand for me to take, “Want to go find somewhere quieter to talk?” I grabbed his hand and followed his lead.


That party had been almost two months ago, and since then Tucker and my relationship had kept growing stronger and stronger. He was caring, funny, and always interested in what I had to say. Whenever we went out we had such an amazing time, and he kept me on my toes for what adventurous thing we were doing next. I was even beginning to forget about my crush on Luke.

My phone started ringing, and before I even checked the caller ID I knew who it was. “Hey babe! What are you up to today?” whenever Tucker called me babe the butterflies in my stomach exploded.

“Hey, the boys are actually coming home today and I was hoping you would come over to my place later to meet them! It’s going to be a barbecue with a bunch of people, so I promise you won’t get bored. And if for some reason you end up bored there will be plenty of food.” 

He chuckled on the other end of the line, “Of course I’ll come, even if there wasn’t food I would still be there because I know how important they are to you.”

Tucker was always saying things like that, and it never failed to make me blush. Luckily we were on the phone so he couldn’t see it and make fun of me. “Thanks Tuck, so I’ll see you around 6 o’clock then?”

“See you then, babe.” I hung up with the biggest grin on my face.


Getting dressed when I didn’t have anywhere pressing to be always turned into one giant dance party for me. I would turn my music up all the way, while I tried on whatever I could find until I was satisfied I had the perfect outfit.

Today was no different. I had picked out the shirt I wanted to wear, which was an oversized blink-182 shirt, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to wear leggings or jeans with it, and in true fashion for me I was currently dancing and singing to my Beyonce and Nicki Minaj playlist rather than making a decision.

“Mayday mayday, earth to bitches, slap these hoes like we birthing bitches, uh, the queen of rap slaying with queen Bey, if you ain’t on the team you playin’ for team D” 

I was in the middle of flawlessly rapping Nicki Minaj’s verse on the Flawless Remix when I finally turned around in a dance move and faced the door. There I saw none other than Luke Hemmings leaning against the door frame, smirking at me. “Uhh, how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know that Nicki would be very proud if she heard you singing that.” He couldn’t have wiped the smirk off of his face if he tried. Which may have had something to do with the fact that I had been attempting some serious Nicki Minaj dance moves before I realized he was there.

“Shut up.” I said with a smile, then ran over to give him a hug. His arms circled tight around me, and when I took a breath he smelled exactly as he always had and it felt like home, warm and safe. I could tell that he had been working out while on tour as his arms were strong around my torso, and when we finally pulled back I felt his back muscles flex and contract with his movements.

I took a moment to take him in. He was wearing almost all black, except for his maroon snapback that I noticed he wore almost all the time on tour. His hair was curling out the sides of his hat, and he definitely had some scruff he didn’t have when he left. But when I finally reached his eyes, I realized that those were what I had missed the most. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, and whenever I looked into them I could see the kindness and warmth behind them. It felt like I had been staring at his eyes for ages, when I realized that he was staring back with equal intensity.

Finally, we broke eye contact and I realized I was still not wearing pants, “So uhh, I’ll go and, uh, put on some pants and meet you and the rest of the boys downstairs?” I said as I scrambled around trying to find my leggings.

“Yeah, sure.” he said, I was startled when he spoke again thinking he had left, “Hey Y/N? I’m so glad I’m back, I really missed you on tour…”

“I missed you too Luke.”


I had managed to finally find my favorite pair of black leggings, and ran down all three flights of stairs ecstatic to see my favorite group of boys. I heard them before I saw them, Calum was laughing over something Mikey had said. Damn had I missed these boys. When I turned the corner I saw Cal leaning against the kitchen island, and I ran straight for him.

He let out a gust of air from the impact of me throwing myself at him, “Hey cous, long time no see! Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did you idiot!” I held on for a few seconds longer, then let go of him and made my rounds to hug the other two boys. “I missed you all like crazy. Now tell me everything and anything about tour.”

“Well, first of all you HAVE to find a way to come out and meet us on the second part of tour, the One Direction boys are the best and I think they would really like you! Niall is hilarious, he was telling us all about the time,” Cal was engrossed in telling me a story about Niall, but I was focused on Luke who was currently getting a glass of water, and I could feel all of my old feelings come rushing back.

The front door opened, which snapped me back to reality, and I realized that that must be Tucker. Tucker who was my boyfriend, and a guy I really cared about. I shook my head to clear my mind and when I looked up he was right in front of me looking amazing as usual. He had on dark skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt that made his tan stand out, and his hair was mussed up but not in the usual way, in a way that showed he put in effort. 

I stood up and gave him a quick hug, and when we pulled apart he pecked me on the lips and then threw his arm around my shoulders. “Tucker, these are my best friends - Calum, Luke, Mikey, and Ashton. Guys this is my boyfriend Tucker.”

Next thing I knew I heard a glass smash from right where Luke was standing.


A/N: Your response to part 1 was amazing! So here is part two, I hope you like it just as much, and if you have anything to ask me or tell me or you just want a part 3 let me know here

Part 3 is up now!

I’ve been listening to Red nonstop now for like a week. And I’ve been thinking…. I hate the criticism it got for not being “sonically cohesive”. Bullshit, life isn’t sonically cohesive. One second you’re on the ground literally crying over a scarf and the next second you feel like dancing. It’s real life. Life isn’t one giant dance party. You’re going to feel randomly sad in between two of the happiest moments of life. And that’s OK.

10 reasons why we're excited for the 1989 tour:

1. TAYLOR SWIFT IN THE FLESH

2. a few hours to escape from the real world

3. singing a along to your favourite songs

4. giant dance party 

5. making new friends and meeting up with old ones

6. the pre-show playlist to hype everyone up

7. hearing taylor swift sing

8. reading people’s m&g stories every night

9. dressing up in crazy and creative outfits

10. TAYLOR SWIFT IN THE FLESH

what if for the 1989 tour taylor finds people on tumblr who are going to each show and pulls them up on stage for shake it off and its just a giant dance party can you imagine that would be so cool 

anonymous asked:

I feel like you would appreciate this story: so at the Esther earl rocking charity ball (read: giant dance party) where all hundreds of leakycon attendees were (I can't count people) the dj suddenly started playing blurred lines and within three seconds a few hundred people were booing very loudly. They changed the song within the first two lines of lyrics. It was amazing.

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Really blurry pictures of Gaga but there are professional pictures coming soon!

Ok so prepare yourselves for a long as status with all the details lol. Trying to write this while it is fresh in my mind. So get to Soul Cycle like an hour early and hang out with a couple awesome ladies until the fun begins. We get into the studio and on our bikes, and the lovely Gaga joins us. She had a dark wig, with sugar skull makeup on her face, wearing a pair of nike capris and black crop top thing with a black sports bra. She’s so short (but is 5'1" so the same height as me lmao). Her mom was there too and they waved to everybody and we got right into the class. It was AWESOME. Amazing instructor and great music. It was a giant party basically. At the end, Gaga gave a speech about what our money was going towards since it was a donation to the Born This Way Foundation and thanked all of us. Then they played Born This Way and we had a giant dance party with Gaga. I got to dance with her and her mom, and Gaga was like, “I love your tattoo!” In reference to my Freddy tattoo and later her mom was like, “OMG look at her tattoo!” To Gaga, again about my Freddy tattoo. I showed them my other tattoos and they were like “awesome!” I hugged them many times and was just in pure bliss tbh. Afterwards, we went out to take the group picture. I was smushed in there by the photographer and didn’t even realize I was right next to Sophia Bush until I turned to the side and was like HOLY SHIT. Gaga and her mom climbed over me to get to the middle of the picture, we took it and then they got her out of there pretty fast. Her security was pretty shitty honestly they were literally smacking people’s phones out of their hands. She only got to take selfies with like 3 lucky people before they ran her out of there. Oh well. It was absolutely amazing and the second best day of my life! The first was the first time I met her lol.