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Who else in the Trump administration would you like to interview?

I would love to interview Sean Spicer. His just strikes me as the most impossible job on earth. I feel like every day he’s given a monkey with a saddle and told to go win the Kentucky Derby. He says, “Well…can I have a horse?” “Listen, we’re out of horses. Also, this monkey’s addicted to crack.”

anonymous asked:

how do i get into ghost quartet i'm just,, so confused

i have listened through all of gq at least three times and i’m still confused.

in terms of getting into it musically, “Any Kind of Dead Person”, “Four Friends”, and “I Don’t Know” exist outside the narrative and they’re also bops. strongly recommend before diving in. 

(also “Starchild”, which just always makes me cry. and also “The Astronomer”, holy shit.)

what makes it really confusing is trying to listen to it without the SCENES, which is why i suggest listening to the “Live at the McKittrick” album– this has all the scenes in them along with the songs.

even though everyone’s already tried to explain gq, here’s a condensed version of the show:

  • main plotline is Rose Red (Brittain) is in love with the Astronomer (Dave) but he breaks her heart and instead pursues Pearl White (Gelsey), her sister. Rose Red, logically, asks the bear (Brent) for revenge.
    • Bear asks for a bunch of stuff in return: 
      • one pot of HONEY
      • one piece of STARDUST
      • one SECRET BAPTISM
      • and a PHOTO OF A GHOST. Rose Red’s gotta travel thru timelines to get these things.
    • in this timeilne, Rose Red steals the honey from a Soldier (Gelsey). this is the HONEY. 
    • (songs: middle of The Camera Shop, Soldier & Rose, The Astronomer, The Telescope, second half of Bad Men, The Wind & Rain).
  • modern plotline focuses on a subway accident. Driver of the subway (Dave), victim who falls into tracks who is also Pearl (Gelsey), pusher of victim (Brent), and the photographer– who is also Rose (Brittain). 
    • this is the PHOTO OF A GHOST.
    • after the subway accident, Rose goes to a camera shop (run by Pearl (Gelsey), kind of… even though she’s the victim.)
    • (songs: The Camera Shop, Subway, The Photograph, Hero, Midnight, half of Usher Part 3).
  • Usher plotline focuses on Edgar (Dave) the father, Lady Usher (Gelsey) his wife, Roxie (Brittain) their daughter, and the Fool (Brent) their son. Roxie has a child but her child is stolen, and the family then falls apart.
    • this is the SECRET BAPTISM.
    • it is based on Edgar Allen Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher.
    • (songs: end of The Camera Shop, Starchild, Usher Part 1, Family Meeting, Fathers & Sons, Usher Part 2, Lights Out, half of Usher Part 3). 
  • ancient plotline. Scheherazade (Gelsey) is telling stories to the Shah (Brent) to keep herself alive, her sister Dunyazad (Brittain) encourages her, and David (Dave) is also there, he’s playing the piano for Thelonious Monk. long story. 
    • this is the PIECE OF STARDUST.
    • based off of Arabian Nights, and this part is kind of confusing because Gelsey is always Scheherazade in this timeline but Brittain exists once as Rose Red (Tango Dancer) and then as Dunyazad (Monk).
    • (songs: Tango Dancer, Monk, beginning of Bad Men)
  • no-plotline songs are basically just Dave, Gelsey, Brittain, and Brent, having a good time. Rose Red never gets anything from this plotline, we’re all just chilling.
    • (songs: I Don’t Know, Any Kind of Dead Person, Four Friends, Prayer). 

moral of the story is, ghost quartet is confusing, but the lyrics are some of the most beautiful things i’ve ever heard. read it on Genius and listen on Spotify for the full experience.

good luck!

The Simplest Ghost Quartet Summary I Could Manage

Because tumblr is awful it ate an ask @dicnaprince sent me when I tried to answer it, about Ghost Quartet’s plot, so here’s my attempt at answering that question.

This is the most thorough explanation I’ve read, and it’s very good to read once you kind of know the show. However it’s pretty confusing to take in at first, so here is a slightly simpler (slightly), slightly shorter (still very long, apologies) version:

Essentially Ghost Quartet follows the stories of multiple reincarnations of four characters/souls/ghosts, over numerous centuries, in a non-linear fashion. Each actor plays reincarnations of the same character. There are four main contexts the show takes place in: 17th century Japanese/German fairytale, 14th Century Persia (Arabian Nights), 19th century England (Fall of the House of Usher), and 21st century America. 

The fairytale context involves primarily Rose Red (Brittain), Pearl White (Gelsey), The Astronomer (Dave), The Bear (Brent) as well as The Soldier (also Gelsey), The Miller (also Dave) and The Fiddler (also Brent). Rose Red and Pearl White are sisters, and Rose falls in love with The Astronomer, but he uses her and has an affair with Pearl. In her anger, Rose asks The Bear, a magical being, if he will maul The Astronomer, turn Pearl into a crow and trap them in a cave. He agrees, on the condition she gets him four things: a pot of honey, a piece of stardust, a secret baptism and a photo of a ghost. He gives her the ability to move through the different timelines/incarnations of her soul in order to get these things.

Rose Red seduces The Solider for a pot of honey, and kills her, as The Solider asked her to. She then moves through her incarnations in the Arabian Nights context, the House of Usher context, and the modern day context in order to collect the other things (see below). 

She returns to The Bear, only to find he has tricked her and won’t follow through with her request, and tells her to do it herself (however – he does actually end up killing different incarnations of Pearl in other contexts). Rose then pushes Pearl into the river where she drowns. Pearl’s skeleton is fished out of the river by The Miller, who leaves her bones to dry. The Fiddler finds the bones and makes a fiddle from them, which is handed down the generations of his family until it ends up in the camera shop owned by the modern Pearl.

The Arabian Nights context involves Scheherazade (Gelsey), Dunyazad (Brittain), Shah Zaman (Brent) and Monk (Dave). Scheherazade is wife to Shah Zaman, and tells him and her sister Dunyazad a story each night, in order for him not to kill her. Her stories are recollections from her other incarnations, and her ability to recall/tell them comes from her stardust. Scheherazade also tells Dunyazad that the ghost of Thelonious Monk is living behind a door in the palace. 

Years later, after Dunyazad has died, Rose Red visits this timeline for the piece of stardust. Scheherazade gives this to her by telling her a story of a dream she had about meeting her past self. Eventually Shah Zaman kills Scheherazade and becomes the ‘man in Iran’ mentioned in the song The Astronomer. 

The House of Usher context involves Usher (Dave), Lady Usher (Gelsey), their daughter Roxie (Brittain), and their son, who has no name directly mentioned in the show but is called The Fool (Brent). Roxie is occasionally possessed by Rose Red, who describes herself as a starchild to Roxie and describes the spiritual realm to her. Usher and Lady Usher believe Rose is her imaginary friend, and the things she says about Rose concern them, so they encourage her to ‘put her away’ but she never does. 

Teenaged Roxie has an affair with a reincarnation of The Astronomer, and gives birth to a Rose incarnation, who is Starchild, and has spiritual/magical abilities due to Rose Red’s influence. Rose Red steals the child for the secret baptism, and Roxie falls ill. After her death, The Fool leaves, and has descendants that eventually own the camera shop. Rose Red returns to possess Roxie’s body, but finds her dead, and so kills Lady Usher.

The modern context involves two Pearl incarnations – the camera shop owner and The Victim (both Gelsey), The Photographer (Brittain), The Driver (Dave) and The Pusher (Brent). The Victim plays a game on her phone involving a soldier fighting a bear, and when she strikes the bear, The Pusher is overcome and pushes The Victim from the platform into the path of The Driver’s train. Rose Red possesses The Photographer in this moment and takes the photo of a ghost. She then leaves her, and disgusted, The Photographer throws her camera to the ground and breaks it.

She goes the camera shop, where she meets the owner, who tells her the story of Rose and Pearl, and gives her the new camera. The owner also gives The Photographer the number of The Driver. The two meet and eventually have two daughters. 

Starchild is a Rose incarnation who sort of lives beyond time as a spiritual entity, and is generally pretty confused about what she is and what she can do. 

Ghost Quartet also involves a number of songs which aren’t specific to any of the particular contexts (I Don’t Know, Any Kind Of Dead Person, Four Friends, Prayer, Hero, and Midnight), which take place in a spiritual realm outside these physical contexts. These songs follow the souls/ghosts of the characters exploring and coming to understand their experiences in all their reincarnations, as well as further developing the non-linear way the stories are told.

Hope this is helpful and not too confusing!

anonymous asked:

for the drabble game, can I request genderqueer!namjoon + skirts + "why are you laughing?" ?

There’s a lot of things Namjoon knows to be true in life, in his life anyway. Things like the way that Cherry Blossoms spring up and fade so quickly, wild and spontaneous and so beautiful but so fleeting, how it makes him feel like life is a beautiful thing, but so, so short. A pin prick of beauty that lasts only a second. Things like how Hoseok’s smile always puts him at ease, how Yoongi always knows what to say in that tired, Daegu slur of his. Things like how his life is a constant guessing game, identity sloshing from side to the other, never lining up with the way that he presents, never what he wants to see, never how he feels.

It’s cliche, wondering when his reflection will show who he really is, how he really feels, but he wonders all the same. Smoothing his palms over the worn denim of his jeans, tattered and loose in all the right ways, except not really. Not really. Not where it counts. Even loose clothing like this leaves him feeling constricted, cornered into something that he’s not. 

But then he doesn’t have the courage to be what he is, not yet anyway, not to anyone but himself. It’s terrifying, thinking of how the others, his boys, his family, may react to him; he doesn’t like to think about it.

It all started as a joke. Not really a joke, but not anything serious, just a couple of friends goofing around, being dumb asses. Nothing new there. They say you never really know until you know, and Namjoon thinks that that’s right. Right because he never knew, not until he knew; not until Jimin laughed, a drunken sort of giggle above the noise of the room, melodic and so full of fun, asking him, telling him, to cross-dress. Put on a skirt, smooth his bangs over his eyes, wrap a choker around his neck, tight like suffocating hands.  

You never know until you know.

It was just good fun, until it wasn’t. Looking at himself in the mirror that night, seeing the way the skirt hung on his hips, accentuated his legs, the way the thin, satin line across his neck made it seem all the more dainty; something just clicked. Like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, a puzzle he didn’t even know he was trying to solve in the first place. It felt right, and he knew then, knew that he wasn’t really he, not really her either; he just was, is, existing in some sort of gendered limbo where nothing really lines up neatly, all the lines blurred and sketchy and hard to follow. Soft boundaries, easily broken, easily ignored.

Namjoon likes it here; he likes who he is, how his identity is never stable, always changing, dynamic and versatile. But it makes him afraid, less of himself and more of the world, eyes suddenly open to a world of terror he didn’t know before. 

Sometimes he still wishes he didn’t know.

The skirt, the one he had put on and loved so much all those months ago, still hangs in the back of his closet. A reminder, silent and lingering, of who he is and what he wants. It makes him feel safer, more secure in his skin, even if he doesn’t have the courage yet. 

And maybe he should have the courage, and maybe today is the day. Or at least, the start of a long walk to the day. Baby steps; start small, work your way up. That’s what Namjoon tells himself, sliding the panel to his closet back, digging through the packed full space until he finds it, fabric rough and welcomed. 

It takes time. It took longer to get here, to hold it in his hands, takes even longer to strip down, put it on, secure over his hips. A transformation; he could liken it to a chrysalis, to butterflies and beauty, but he won’t. The dyed denim of the skirt is dark, looks nice against his skin, midnight black and so simple. It looks cute, with his shirt tucked in, crumpled at the waist; he looks cute, feels cute. 

Namjoon likes it, ducks his head and smiles at the floor out of pure happiness alone, so shy even in front of himself.

It took time to get here, it’ll take longer before he’s ready for anyone to be here with him. Except that Father Time isn’t always patient, pushes us before we’re ready, expects us to stumble and fall, all scraped knees and lost progress. Must be pushing him too; he feels him before he hears him, arms around his waist, feather soft hair, a pinkish orange like grapefruit against his cheek.

“Cute.” It’s crooned, right into the shell of his ear, so gentle and sudden that Namjoon feels he could cry. But he laughs instead, a watery kind of laugh; the kind with tears threatening to spill, but happiness in its notes. And Hoseok cocks his head, meets his gaze through the mirror, a question in his eyes. “Why’re you laughing? What’s so funny, Joonie?”

“I’m happy,” he answers. Automatic, so easy to admit now that he’s been pushed. “I’m happy, like this.”

“I’m happy, too. Happy that you’re happy.” Hoseok’s answer comes just as automatic, just as easy, so easy Namjoon knows it doesn’t bother him, not in the slightest. And he laughs again, still drowning in emotion, so happy to be like this, open and vulnerable and who he is in Hoseok’s arms.

Send me more drabble prompts for #NamMonth!

anonymous asked:

I'm salty because once again this proves to me that Zayn and his team seem to care about everything but the music. All he promos now is Gigi and clothes and it's so tiring to see. I support him in everything he does but he's announcing a shoe line with a fashion designer who 99% of people can't afford. It's frustrating.

I don’t have a problem with Zayn being launched as a fashion icon. I want 5/5 to diversify as they build their brands, so that’s cool. It’s just…where is the music promo?? There’s a clear imbalance and it’s just not possible to believe it’s unintentional at this point. It’s super frustrating. 

The fact that the reporting is also inaccurate bugs me too.

“I just got into the whole rock sort of feel to clothes—big boots, skinny jeans, and dark T-shirt, and rings. Just the grungy feel.” Grunge, to be clear, as opposed to the pip-squeak gleam of his boy-band start. 

Umm, no. He’s been rocking the above mentioned look regularly since 2013.

^^Just a few old examples^^  So there is no “as opposed to”. 

Also the obligatory Gigi mention is annoying. It’s always seems to be in the context of alluding to her as some sort of trophy. It’s very heteronormative he-man sexist and it rubs me the wrong way. That’s above and beyond the fakery. It’s fake and bad narrative. 

When Zayn broke off from One Direction, he immediately started dating supermodels…

Supermodels…plural? Ok. Just use your imagination I guess. Heh.

…he is now a hugely famous solo act, a recipient of Gigi Hadid’s giddy PDA…

I’mma need the author to define PDA because I think he’s stretching it. They’re not seen together in public that often and it usually just consists of walking from a building to a car. Where the giddy PDA at? 

I guess a hand holding ho stroll + not looking miserable = giddy PDA  LOL 

And in addition to all that, his anxiety has been upgraded to “severe”. 

Zayn bursts through the rusty-hinged door, home from sea to his shanty (an unfurnished, pitch-dark toolshed his people thought would be maximally “chilled,” as Zayn suffers severe anxiety)…

His people are clearly about that bullshit. What the hell? Has the alleged severe anxiety turned him into a vampire, dwelling in dark dank hideouts in the middle of the night? Please stop. I am not 12 and neither is your average GQ reader. You don’t have to sell us a fantasy. Meanwhile we long time Zayn watchers have never seen anything other than mild nerves from him in all these years. I know that’s a trope that’s previously been used by his PR team. But it’s irresponsible and does a disservice to people who really do all they can to pro-actively manage their anxiety. BTS showbiz people are right up there with politicians as being the most cynically amoral. Stop showing young and impressionable people unrealistic presentations of very real issues. That also goes for Gigi posting pix of food we know she isn’t eating while maintaining a size 4. 

Then we also got more weed mentions.

He sparks a joint to illuminate a stubbled boomerang jaw, plus a brown suede shearling jacket that swells him to the rough scope of a weedsidaisical Saint Bernard.

Meanwhile, if you want to know what’s next, as we did, you’ll get the kind of answer where the platitude machine-gun fire of an ex-boy-bandee merges with press ramble and weed haze into maybe-sort-of-possibly-deep profundity

Terribly written too, btw. Weedsidaisical??? Ex-boy-bandee??? I know I make up words too, but damn. Ain’t nobody paying me, tho. LOL Anyway, the weed thing is so worn out and try hard, I can’t. I have no problem with weed. I do have a problem with people using it to try to be cool. I think Zayn is already cool. The mindset that the pendulum has to swing really far in the other direction in order to “apologize” for him being in a boyband is just ridic. Why not use the fact that 1D wasn’t exactly a typical boyband as a talking point? Not for nothing, the whole damn band smokes and we know it. How about Zayn’s team use more reality and less fantasy to construct their narratives? Someday, I guess. But for now as long as his assigned team (I don’t think he chose them) is in cahoots with 1DHQ, this caricature of Zayn is what we’re stuck with. At least we get pretty pix…