i don't think i could become more obsessed with this song

anonymous asked:

One thing that I don't get in ASOIAF is the fandom believe Rhaegar would make a great king, but what is exactly his accomplishments beside ToH and played harp?

You’re right in saying that his list of hard accomplishments is rather small. We know of only three tourneys that he entered (though he’s said to have been a consummate jouster, so presumably he did enter others), one of which he lost, one of which took him 12 rounds to win, and all three of which had final matches against members of the Kingsguard, who are known to more or less throw said matches to ensure they don’t injure their future sovereign.

(No one can say he wasn’t in a league of his own when it comes to moping, though. The guy spent extended periods of time alone at haunted Summerhall, the place most of his family died horrifically in a fire, in order to brood and write depressing songs, I mean really.)

However. You have to consider his image.

Until he took off with Lyanna, he was the absolute perfect prince. He was scholarly, which pleased the maesters, but also martial, which pleased the lords. He was handsome beyond measure, he sang songs so affecting they made wolf-blooded Lyanna cry, he wasn’t a womanizer nor did he solicit prostitutes, he was allegedly courting lords to depose his father, he did his duty by his wife and not only had a Targaryen-looking son but also a daughter that could be used for marriage alliances, he did the smart and respectful thing by moving his household to Dragonstone instead of staying in King’s Landing, etc. etc. Even the debacle at Harrenhal didn’t irreparably damage public perception.

Without the benefit of hindsight, well, there was hardly a single thing wrong with him. Maybe a little dreary, but then, Jaehaerys I didn’t exactly sound like he was the life of the party either and he’s remembered as the best king Westeros ever had.

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strawberrywhaliens  asked:

namjin headcanon for secret sat: consider seokjin feeling down one day bc school is hard and weird and he's a freshman in high school but already he's being told to just focus on grades and nothing else and when he's walking home he passes by this park and suddenly hears a whole bunch of rapping dissing the school system and he looks to see what's going on and there's Namjoon, still in middle school but with a crazy mohawk and hands in the air as he verbally rips apart an imaginary person (1)

and seokjin is just awed while he watches this kid go in an empty park. before he knows it he’s right behind him and when namjoon stops he automatically starts clapping, half scaring the poor guy to death, who never had any idea anyone could hear him at all. and then jin is all up in his face, eyes sparkling, telling namjoon how he’s awesome and that was such a cool rap and how he totally relates to it and namjoon is s o talented to be able to do that and poor namjoon just turns bright red (2)

bc he’s never rapped in front of anyone before or shown them the stuff he’s done but here’s a really cute guy talking about namjoon like he’s actually something special bc of his raps and even saying he LOVED it and namjoon is just really?? flustered?? and afterwards they sit at the park together ralking and joonie talks about his rapping and why he does it and his love for music and jin just soaks it all up and talks about his own tastes in music amd they talk so long it becomes hella dark (3)

so jin is like omg!! you’re still a kid!!! so he sends him home after exchanging contacts and then when jin gets home and hits the bed he gets a text from joon like “got home safely, what about hyung?” and he grins and starts texting back and then they ended up falling asleep messaging each other bc this is basically their first real friendship and over the years jin is namjoon’s #1 fan and supporter even when ppl tell him he should stop rapping and just focus on his grades instead (4)

jin is just always there telling him he can do it and jin believes in him and somewhere along the line joonie falls for this kind and dorky and energetic hyung of his who’s never once given up on namjoon even though he’s obsessed with rap/music or thought namjoon should change in any way and so when jin struggles in school joonie learns the subjects he struggles in to be able to help him and constantly praises seokjin when he can so he knows he’s really absolutely amazing no matter what (5)

and namjoon always buys jin’s fav snacks or new ones he wanted to try out whenever he feels down and goes to the same highschool as him as a surprise, shocking jin even more when he skips another grade to be in the same class as jin after jin tells him he wishes he never had to go to school bc its horrible and they’re just always together, always seokjin and namjoon and nothing else to everybody who knows about them. namjoon makes a cd and sends it to companies to see if anyone will take him (6)

and jin is telling him “they will, they will” but namjoon doesm’t believe him and they’re in their last year of highschool when namjoon hears back from someone and gets a record deal and finally, finally makes his dream come true and becomes a rapper like he’s always wanted to be. the first song he raps is that one from all those years ago in that park, edited and tweaked just a little bit, and he dedicates it to jin. he saves up the money, goes to the first flower he sees and buys a HUGE (7)

bouquet of flowers and heads straight to seokjin’s dorm that he just moved into all alone since namjoon isn’t going to college, drops to his knees right there and tells seokjin he doesn’t have the money or stability or even worth to propose to him right now and ask him to marry him, screw the law, but he will one day and right now he just wants to know if jin will give him the chance to be his boyfriend and jin just laughs and kisses him right there in the dorm hallway with everybody there (8??)

and namjoon becomes famous and makes money and gets them an apartment and jin finishes college and they don’t have legal papers saying they’re married but they’ve got rings and the memories and love to say it for them and that’s all they need. joon dedicates every album to jin and jin is his number one fan always, to the point where not a single one of namjoon’s fans doesn’t know who jin is. (sorry i took so long iT GOT AWAY FROM ME AKSKFK) but like. consider. (9??? who knows anymore sjdkg)

/weeps in the corner/ you.. basically….. wrote a short namjin fic….. /nasty sobbing/

FOR REAL DUDE I’M SO HAPPY THIS GO AWAY FROM YOU?? i love it so much it’s just??? WOW thank you

never gonna be over it…….. i wanna read a full fic

it’s a sleepover

twelveclara  asked:

hi! i have become a huge fan of you in the past like day or so (i'm sure your activity page at this point looks like i'm stalking you) as all of your commentary is perfectly on point - i love moffat and i think he's done so much good for this show that it just drives me insane to see baseless commentary otherwise (especially when it's clear it's coming from people who don't even watch anymore). anyway you're doing the lord's work here and i thoroughly enjoy and appreciate it :)

Hi there!

Thank you so much! For the record, your blog is incredibly amazing also; I’m sure in the not-to-distant future your activity page will look just as obsessive as mine!

I love Steven Moffat so, so much too. The hilarious thing is that this wasn’t always the case. C.2013, I was definitively part of the Moffat Hate crowd! I was the first in line to reblog every “The Day of the Doctor hates New Who canon!”, and “Clara’s life revolves around The Doctor!”, and “River Song is a terrible, regressive female character!” post I could find. (Luckily my old old blog has long since been deleted!)

I think the thing to understand about Moffat Hate, (and i use that term accordingly. Legitimate critique of Moffat’s work is something I have no problem with, and something I partake in myself), is that it’s effectively a phenomenon. And one that can only ever have occured to a show like Doctor Who:

For people like myself, who sat down with their family as an eight year old kid to watch Rose as it first aired in 2005, Moffat’s takeover of the show coincided with adolescence, and therefore with our own blossoming social awareness and critical skills. By this point, Doctor Who had well and truly carved its place as a staple of British pop culture, and therefore as a staple of childhood influence. (I mean, I don’t know about in the US, but in the UK, you’d be hard pressed to find a primary school pupil across the country who wasn’t avidly discussing the cliffhanger at the end of The Stolen Earth the Monday after the episode aired! I can’t emphasise enough how utterly huge Doctor Who was as a child. It was literally all anyone talked about!) 

The RTD era of show therefore has a real place in the hearts of many, and so, as is the way with nostalgia, we link it directly to our childhoods and romanticise it. Add to that a burgeoning social media platform built on synergetic hyperbole and herd mentality, (I mean gosh look at the “your fave is problematic” discourse, and how hard everyone here collectively turned from Superwholock Stans to agressively hating all three shows in the space of a few months), an unfortunately normal dose of self-critical cringe culture, (what we engage with and enjoy as tweens is automatically horribly uncool and terrible the older we get), and Moffat’s era never really stood a chance!

It was only upon doing a complete rewatch of the show after Matt Smith’s final episode, that I finally allowed myself to view these episodes out of personal context. With retrospect. And with Russell’s era, I discovered a goofy, passionate, indulgent melodrama that’s as clumsy and nonsensical as it is engaging and moving, while with Moffat’s era, I discovered a thematically rich, witty, macabre modern fairytale that’s as sumptuous and stylish as it is full of glorious glorious soul. They were both completely different to how I’d remembered them, both a bundle of triumphs with a few falters, and yet both standing on their own feet. It was only upon rewatch that I truly discovered, and appreciated, Moffat’s high-concept, darker, more visceral, and therefore more controversial, version of the show. It had guts! it holds a punch! Without negating the beauty of triumphant storytelling to do so! And it doesn’t half carry conceptual and thematic weight! River’s diary. Amy’s glasses. Clara’s leaf. Bill’s photos. Simple objects and items that Moffat pours entire universes into. There’s something so sweeping, so rich and so compelling about the imagery filled, picture-book way Moffat writes. He’s less a screenwriter, and more a storyteller. That’s the distinction I’d make, and the distinction that, in my mind, puts him head and shoulders above Russell T. (who is a tremendously brilliant writer himself, I might add).

This totally goes without mentioning Moffat’s ever-increasing embrace of social issues. There’s no way to view River’s story as anything other than a celebration of female freedom and female agency. There’s no way to view Clara’s story as anything other than a celebration of female defiance. And there’s no way to view Amy’s story as anything other than a celebration of female courage, of female kindness. Steven Moffat champions his characters, he champions his female characters, and there’s no getting away from that. He makes them suffer, because good drama depends on that, but they have always, always stood triumphant and proud at the end of it all. That’s a track record worth cherishing, I think.

All of this stands amongst an unbowed, unbent, unbroken, pro-female doctor agenda, and a current series which has given us shameless, open, positive, political commentary on the disgraces of historical whitewashing, on racism, on slavery, on capitalism, on colonialism, on indoctrination, on militarisation, on media bias, on fake news, on heteronormativity, on sexism and on the gender binary system. Oh, and the show’s first Black Lesbian Companion to boot. When it comes down to it, Steven Moffat really is pretty great!

Gosh, this turned into something really extensive and a little bit histrionic! But I’m so beyond passionate about this wonderful era of my favourite show, and, like you, I am so beyond frustrated by the constant mischaracterisations and misreadings, (in many instances, categorically and intentionally false ones, delivered by people who haven’t even watched the show since 2013), of the work and words of the man behind it all, that I think I deserve to be a tad extravegant! 

Thanks so much again! xx

OCD: Hand washing & how to quit it.

So, a little while ago I made a post about my experience with hand washing & OCD. I’ve had a couple messages from lovely people who are struggling and I wanted to share how I managed to reduce my compulsive hand washing, (I think the official term for this is exposure therapy.)

I am not a therapist. I am not a counsellor. I am not a doctor. I have no training in treating disorders like this. The aim of this post is to share my experiences and what worked for me in the hope that it can help someone else. Perhaps you suffer from OCD but treatment isn’t available, or you’re unhappy with the treatment you’re currently receiving, (if this is the case I urge you to speak to your doctor/therapist, maybe ask them about exposure therapy and if they think it’d be right for you). It might not work for you, but it worked for me, and if it’s any help to anyone else I feel the need to share it.

I’ve lived with OCD for over half of my life. This is what worked for me. It is, hands down, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I did it, This is a very broken-down, simple example of exposure therapy from a patients point of view. I’m here to support anyone else who is going through the same thing, and I want to try my best to help others…

Start a diary:
First thing’s first, I need to stress how important it is to write things down. Recording your thoughts, feelings and experiences makes recovery a smoother process, as it enables you to look back at what might have an impact on you; why you had a good day here and a bad day there, why your OCD was not as troublesome on Monday as it was on Tuesday, and so on. With this method of exposure therapy, recording your experiences is essential, and it’s helpful to have something to compare it to.

You could write a long diary entry, or make simple notes; whatever works for you! My OCD used to make reading and writing difficult, so I used a word document to simply bullet-point what had happened each day, then I’d rate the severity of my OCD/stress/anxiety/depression out of 10. 

Exposure therapy:
1) Make a list of things you think are dirty/covered in germs and find really difficult to touch, and put them in order. For me it was something along the lines of ‘light switch -> door handle -> a person’. This list can be as long or as short as you like, (mine was definitely longer than this), and it doesn’t matter what it includes. Think of it as running a race, each object is a hurdle you’ve got to jump over. Start small, and work your way up.

2) Start at the bottom of the list, we’ll use the list above as an example. Touch the light switch, and instead of immediately washing your hands, wait one minute before doing so. 

3) Try again. This time, increase the waiting period; wait for two minutes before washing your hands. Next time, wait three minutes, then four, and so on. The idea is that this gets easier each time.

4) Once you’ve reached a point where you feel comfortable touching the light switch without washing your hands, start doing the same thing with the door handle. Touch it, and wait one minute before washing your hands. Next time, wait two minutes, and so on.

This is where the importance of writing things down comes in.
While you’re carrying out these exercises, record your thoughts and feelings. Make a note of emotions you feel before, during and after the exercise every time you carry it out. It is also helpful to make a table, and rate your anxiety levels out of ten, ask yourself these questions:
-How much anxiety did you experience before touching the object? (1-10)
-How much anxiety did you experience during the waiting period between touching the object and washing your hands? (1-10)
-How relieved did you feel after washing your hands? (1-10) 

The idea is that it gets easier over time, and you’re able to see this because your scores are much lower towards the end of the exercises. What we want is to feel less nervous before touching the light switch, less anxious during the waiting period and less relieved after washing your hands. The activity is intended to make you realise there is no real danger in touching that light switch, and that no real harm is going to come of you not washing your hands immediately after touching it. 

Do these exercises as often or as little as you feel comfortable doing them. 
Don’t be disheartened if you’re finding it difficult. It took me months to get through this  If you’ve had a stressful day/week, this will be harder, but it’s not impossible.

During the waiting period:
This was the most stressful part of the whole exercise for me every time I carried it out, and I found there were two ways in which I could make it easier. 

1) Use logic to overcome OCD. We all know logic and OCD are not friends, they’re more like worst enemies, but logic can win if you feed it. We’ll use the light switch as another example here:
I was scared of touching the light switch because it was covered in germs. I was convinced that, if I touched this light switch, I would become very sick and die. Yet, every day, I’d see members of my family touch this light switch, and none of them ever washed their hands immediately afterwards, and guess what? None of them ever became ill, and to this day they’re all alive and well. Why should it be any different for me? The truth is, it’s not, and it very, very, very, very, (very x2,000), unlikely that touching this light switch will result in my death.

This is really, really, difficult, but you need to challenge your destructive thoughts and overcome them. Use people around you, if it helps, have someone carry out the exercise with you.

2) Distract yourself. I know this is sometimes frowned upon, but sometimes it’s the only thing that works, especially if you haven’t got the hang of challenging your illogical, obsessive thoughts. Sing a song, play a game, count backwards, watch tv, or anything else to try and control the urge to wash your hands. It will pass. 

We all see people every day touching things and not washing their hands immediately, I used to look at them with disgust, but also admiration. I’d think ‘’How come they’re not washing their hands, that’s gross.’’ but I’d also realise that my hand washing was excessive and I’d think ‘’I’d love to be able to open a door with my bare hand and not feel like I was going to die afterwards.’’. But you know what? Germs are everywhere. However, they’re not all harmful. If millions of people can go about their day-to-day lives without washing their hands constantly, and they still lead long, happy, healthy lives, then so can you. 
I’ve been thinking out making a post like this for months, and I’ve only decided to do it now because I’ve seen the positive reaction from similar posts I’ve made. Again, I’m pointing out that I’m not a professional, and I urge everyone to seek professional help if possible, but I understand it’s not always so easy.

Exposure therapy plays a huge part in my recovery, I still use aspects of it every day and all I really hope for is that this post is helpful to some of you out there who are struggling.

Take care of yourself, find support where you can, (please message me, I’m happy to help where I can), and get some good lotion to heal your hands! 
Stay strong guys!

anonymous asked:

hey, so I don't really know if I'm doing this right? 😅 But I would really like a match up with one of the Naruto characters! So, I'm not really tall but not small either? I'm blonde and I would say I'm also smart. And sassy. So sassy. I'm like tired and hungry all the time and I'm sarcastic. I like reading and don't go out often 😂 people tell me I'm very funny? I don't know if I have done right and I'm sorry if this is awkward! And btw I love your blog 💘

I ship you with Neji!

Originally posted by nejicanspin

One of the first things that drew Neji to you was your obvious intellect. The first conversation you ever had was a sparring of sass the likes of which the Leaf Village had never seen before. Seriously, Tenten was there and she thought you were seconds from snapping and ripping each other’s heads off. Neji would make a sharp comment and you’d already have your fingers on the trigger ready to strike back. It surprises Tenten and unnerves Rock Lee- they didn’t think Neji had a playful side. As it turns out, your sense of humour is exactly what Neji’s would have been if he’d bothered to let it cultivate.

You Keep Neji down to earth. He often gets wrapped up in abstract massive concepts like destiny and the meaning of life, and can become more than a little obsessed with the idea of perfection and the means to achieve it. But whenever you talk about how hungry you are, tired, etc, it pulls Neji’s head from the void and reminds him that things are happening here on earth, things that are tangible and matter, like food or a good nap. Your influence is the epitome of “stop and smell the roses” for Neji, which is something he didn’t know he needed and still refuses to acknowledge the need of. Regardless, he appreciates it.

You and Neji spend countless evenings inside in the sole company of each other. Often he’ll go out to train and you’ll tag along with a book. Although soon you both become absorbed in your separate activities, there’s always a sliver of thread connecting the two of you. Your presence reminds Neji of what he’s training for and spurs him to push harder, train to be even stronger. He’ll sneak glances of you while you’re reading, adoring how your face furrows in concentration. If he could, Neji would spend countless hours observing you.

He loves your blonde hair. It’s a revelation to him- the only other people he know with that hair colour are Ino and Naruto. From that experience he never figured blondes would be his type, but you proved him wrong. Something you learn about Neji as you grow intimate with him is he LOVES having his hair stroked/played with. There’s something so luxurious about soft fingers combing through his hair, and it’s one of the only requests he’ll ever make of you in your relationship. 

dan, you’re drunk go home

summary: vidcon is over, and dan and phil are at the afterparty. dan’s had a bit too much to drink and turns into phil trash #1, and phil’s v embarrassed.  

word count: 2.3k

trigger warnings: drinking, mentions of loud noises, music and crowds

a/n: inspired by dan’s tweet, the reappearance of phil trash #1 at vidcon and various other tweets. disclaimer: i have no way of knowing whether dan was drunk or not when he tweeted, this is just my creative spin on it or something idk

Parties were okay in the beginning. When people were having polite conversations with ice-filled glasses in their hands, old friends caught up with one another, the music was soft and peaceful—Phil preferred it that way. But all parties descended into hyperactivity and noise as evenings draw on.

It was around 12 am when the Vidcon afterparty started getting a little too intense. For Phil, at least.

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Clexa Fic Rec

So, I told @username9799 that I would recommend a few fics to read and then I thought, maybe others would like it too, so here they are : (they are not ordered by preference, its random)

IN Canon:

A Choice Made Differently by dreaming_wide_awake

Summary:  This is my take on what would’ve happened if Clarke hadn’t left Camp Jaha at the end of Season 2. I’ll warn you now, it is going to be a slow burn, no immediate jumping in with the Clexa relationship as it’s obviously going to take time to rebuild that trust.

Comments: This fic is amazing. It’s angsty in the beginning but the build up for Clexa is amazing AND the story line outside shipping is really well written as well. Lexa not only tries to mend her relationship with Clarke but with other characters as well which is something I really loved about this fic.

Shattering the Skies Above by halfalie

Summary: It was never supposed to be like this. Clarke was never supposed to stand in front of her, face battered, hands trembling, and eyes wide with anger and fear.Clarke was never supposed to make Lexa feel as though the girl was standing on cracked ice, so close to being submerged and drowned in freezing water.Clarke was never supposed to come back, but she had.And Clarke was certainly never supposed to announce her marriage to the Ice Queen.

Comments: ANGST. BIG FUCKING ANGST!!! Get ready. This one hurts my soul but it sooooo good.

Rise Into Ruin by Crazywisdom

Summary:  Post-2x16. She is tired, vengeful and she wants answers: that’s all that draws Clarke to Polis. But a new enemy on the horizon, cracks within the grounder hierarchy that threaten Lexa’s freshly-acquired charade of peace, and the reluctant desire to trust once more, makes her stay.

It Makes Thunder by pleasenthell

Summary:  “A unity ceremony is a marriage,” Octavia interrupted. She had been silent, standing next to Lincoln like a smaller, stoic compliment to her boyfriend.
Marcus blinked, “A marriage between who?”
“The Commander and someone of equal rank from this clan,” Lincoln stated. “She has to agree to it.”
“A diplomatic marriage?” Abby asked, looking at Marcus. She shook her head.
Raven piped up from her seat at the table, “That’s insane.”
“We don’t have anyone that could do that,” Marcus added.
“We do,” Bellamy nodded. His eyes fell on Clarke. “We have a princess.”

Alliances by Area_Monarch

Summary: Her mother just didn’t understand that things were different now. It wasn’t like the Ark, where a person’s life could be planned out safely. Where you had some idea of where you would end up the next day.Things change too rapidly here, for that.Clarke finds the only way to have peace is through a Union.

Alternate Universe:

I’ll Be Right Behind You/Take Me With You by K17L53

Summary: Lincoln is crashing with a ridiculously hot friend (Lexa) and Clarke is very single. Raven has an idea Clarke probably won’t approve of and for some reason, Lincoln goes along with it.or"My friends are dumb and wanna set us up and I AM SO SORRY"

Comments: This one starts out pretty cute and funny but don’t be fulled. Angst will happen and it hits hard for a while there.

Take Me to Church by scamp23

Summary: Clarke proposes to an almost stranger to piss of the homophobic church protesters, but she didnt expect the news to pick up the story, and she didnt expect to fall for the stranger.or
Life is pretty unexpected, sometimes all you need is a fake fiance, 2 ridiculous best friends and a really really pushy news reporter, and all your dreams will come true.

Comments: This one is still in the early stages but the writing is a great and it is setting out to be a really amazing fic.

A Soccer Love Story by onebigroughdraft

Summary: Meet Lexa Woods: star of the U.S. Women’s National Team, trying to lead her team to another Olympic gold medal. Meet Clarke Griffin: new team doctor, and the only one capable of turning the world-class athlete into a stuttering, clumsy fool.It’s a soccer love story, ya’ll.

The Heart is the Strongest Muscle by Danistalley12

Summary:  Clarke’s promise to improve her life after a break up leads her to a nearby gym and a very beautiful brunette stranger.

Comments: One of  the first Clexa AU’s I have ever read and the reason why I am currently obsessed with Clexa AU’s.

Lover in Low Light by Chrmdpoet

Summary: "You’re never going to love anyone the way you loved her. That kind of love, it only happens once in a lifetime, so if you’re waiting to feel that way again, I think you’re always going to be waiting.“orFive years after their relationship’s end, college sweethearts Lexa and Clarke find themselves in the same city again. Now, they are different people with different lovers and different lives, but neither ever fully let the other go. Will what they once had still be all they are looking for, or is it finally time to truly let go and move on?

Comments: Chrmdpoet wrote this, that should be reason enough.

The Three Truths by transientpermanence

Summary: There were three truths to Clarke Griffin, Lexa knew:     Meeting her their sophomore year of college was a stroke of mere chance.     Becoming her friend by the end of their junior year was an active choice.     Falling in love with her by the time graduation rolled around…falling in love with her was an inevitability.

Comments: AHHHHHHHHHHHH that’s all I have to say about this one.

A Business of the Heart by Tanagariel

Summary: Lexa Woods inherited her family company after her parents passed away, however, in order for Lexa to have total control of her company she has to be married.The solution?Her best friend Clarke proposes to be her wife so Lexa can have the control back. Clarke and Lexa will fullfill the terms of the contract stipulated by the board and everything will be back to normal, or at least that was the initial plan, that is, until they start to develop romantic feelings for each other.

Comments: This one will make your heart tingle with feels.

Everything You Are by awriteofthings

Summary:  Doctor au. Lexa is new to Ark Hospital and quickly becomes attracted to fellow doctor, Clarke Griffin, but unfortunately for her the trauma surgeon is not interested in a relationship. (A Grey’s Anatomy-esque fic because why not?)

You’re Fired (So Yeah, You win) by LaFlashdrive

Summary:  The one where Clarke draws Lexa’s name for the office Secret Santa, not knowing Lexa is the President of the company she works for. The gag gift she gets her is a bit… unconventional. A dildo. It’s a dildo.

Comments: I need to re-read this one. It’s so fucking good!!! It’s not a Christmas fic so don't’ think it is.

When Love Becomes The Reason by Clarkesquad

Summary: Clexa Fake Dating AUThe one where it’s not a love story, it’s a story of a girl who needs a plus one for her brother’s wedding (and a girl who needs to be at that wedding).Spoilers: It’s a love story. It’s always a love story.

Comments: You just NEED to read this one.

She’s Got Me Up All Night (All I’m Singin’ Is Love Songs) by mostlyunstablefangirl

Summary:  tumblr prompt – "so we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets”

Comments: This is like the CUTEST fic I have ever ready. I was smiling all through out this one.

She’s Got Herself a Girl (and I wanna make her mine) by billet_doux

Summary:  Lexa Woods is known to men and women alike in the New York area as the go-to woman when relationships go downhill. Successful businesswoman by day, Lexa takes on a new persona at night; one of an amoral, lecherous woman who will take you on the date from hell and send you running back to the arms of your ex.

Comments: This one is still in the beginning, Clarke and Lexa only even had one brief encounter but oh the set up for this is amazing This is gonna be one of those rip your heart out kind of fics. I can feel it.

Sacrifice by ArshuSyed

Summary:  Peace through political marriage. Will the marriage last when one has already given her heart away?

Comments: This one kinda happens in canon world but not with what happened in canon. Its really great as well. So worth the read.

And now, completely unrelated to Clexa. If anyone here likes the idea of Racen and Lexa, please go read

Potential by CorvusCorvidae

Summary:  Octavia finds a new client for Raven; while Lexa is looking for someone to show off to her family.

Comments: I have just been completely obsessed with this fic. I kinda ship Ravexa as a side ship but this fics UGH SO GOOD. I am just here crossing my fingers for people to start liking Raven and Lexa ore so I can getmore fics as good as this one.

Frozen pissed me off and I'm going to explain some of why, and my take on how the film could have been improved +pictures!

Okay so I was sort of off-put by the art design in the advertising since it’s so… blah, but I realized I needed to try to put that aside and come to terms with the fact that Disney doesn’t make really art-designy movies anymore and it’s unfair of me to hate on it for that. So I decided to go check it out, after hearing it was good.


Good things! The entire first act is excellent. Poignant, effective, and interesting. The songs were decent, though most kind of forgettable and one the worst thing I’ve ever heard in my life, but whatever. They did what they needed and I felt they were appropriate. The humor succeeded more often than not. The snowman was unnecessary, but… I didn’t mind him. These are the normal sort of Disney gripes that happen all the time when one has a film like this and wants more out of it. Okay, whatever. You can’t expect anything else from Disney.

Nah, that’s not what I hated so much.

Spoiler-free version: the film talks a lot about true love but never established its characters, plot, or importance, so the whole thing is a lot of uphill wandering to a climax that does nothing because there are no emotions in the movie, no rising and falling action, nothing. This movie is like a sugar cookie, lots of sparkle on top and nothing inside but over-sweetness and lies. 

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anonymous asked:

May I ask for your personal thoughts about Taylor Swift? And her latest album (with the assumption 'half if it was inspired by Harry')? I think Taylor is a talented artist and a smart businesswoman. I like her music (some). I hope I could find out why I have this love/hate RS with her. You can ignore these ridiculous questions if you don't want to answer, but please please consider it. Thank you very much.

Yeah, of course I can talk about Taylor. But first, I want to clarify that most of what I have to say is about her music and her career, not necessarily her as a person? Because she does have a lot of faults (most notably: 1- her super second-wave interpretation of feminism and the fact that it has become part of her brand, and 2- the fact that her “art has value! artists deserve to be paid!” campaign feels a lot more disingenuous than that of, for example, an artist like Amanda Palmer, who also believes that art has value and that artists deserve to be paid, and therefore chooses to utilize things like Kickstarter and Patreon, so that her fans are paying a fair price for the art they consume while cutting out a lot of the bullshit bureaucracy of the music industry) buuuuuuuut those faults would require an entirely separate post to explore! And given that this is a One Direction sideblog, I’m guessing you mostly want me to talk about her from the perspective of a 1D fan! So, moving right along…

It took me some time to get into Taylor Swift as an artist. As I said in my most recent ask response, I mostly grew up on punk and hardcore, so I didn’t really have much of an interest in a country artist with pop leanings. She first started becoming famous when I was in high school. I worked at a library, and we had a really limited CD collection, but we ordered Fearless the day it came out, and of course I listened to it at some point. Sure, I was into hardcore, but I was also seventeen, and I was the secret girlfriend of somebody who treated me like shit, and you can bet your ass that there were nights when I was driving all over my small town with the car windows down, moodily wailing “you don’t have to caaaaall! anymore! I won’t pick up the phoooooone!” 

And I think that moments like that are the basis of Taylor’s success. Even if you don’t like her as a person, or you don’t like her sound, you can probably find that one lyric one of her song’s that hits you where you live. It’s the difference between a lyric that’s generic and a lyric that’s relatable. Generic songs are about nobody; relatable songs are about anybody. I think it’s so bizarre that some people hate Taylor Swift because of who she wrote her songs about, because in all honesty, I don’t give much consideration to the artist’s personal life when I’m listening to a song. Did Taylor almost definitely write “All Too Well” about Jake Gyllenhaal? Yeah. But when I hear a verse like “time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it / I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it / after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own / now you mail back my things, and I walk home alone,” I’m not thinking about her shitty ex-boyfriend and his fucking stupid plaid shirts. I’m thinking about my shitty ex-boyfriend and his fucking stupid plaid shirts. Did Taylor probably write “Last Kiss” about Joe Jonas? Sure. But if you think that I hear “so I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are” and start contemplating the social entanglements of a goddamn Jonas brother, you are sorely mistaken. The music swells, and Taylor gets emotional, and my ass is on Facebook, hunting down my ex-girlfriend because I’m “just curious” about whether or not she’s still dating the dude she left me for. 

My point is, 1989 isn’t “about” Harry Styles any more than any other album by any other artist is “about” their ex. It’s “about” Taylor, and her feelings and experiences, and I think it’s incredibly dismissive and dehumanizing that people always care more about the dude who made her feel like shit than they care about how shitty he made her feel. Her experiences are her own. She has a right to talk about them, and she has a right to draw inspiration from them, and she has a right to feel whatever the hell she feels and interpret her emotions in any way she wants. It’s the entire point of a song like “Blank Space.” This is a woman who has had the entire world telling her that she’s insane and obsessive for writing music about her experiences with certain men while simultaneously buying her albums for exactly that reason, and she’s been putting up with that since she was a teenager. She put out “Blank Space,” and people applauded her when she told GQ, “That is not my approach to relationships. But is it cool to write the narrative of a girl who’s crazy but seductive but glamorous but nuts but manipulative? That was the character I felt the media had written for me, and for a long time I felt hurt by it. I took it personally. But as time went by, I realized it was kind of hilarious.” Two months later, she put out “Style,” and people wanted to eviscerate her for daring to use a word that they thought was too much of an on-the-nose reference to her ex-boyfriend’s name. This fandom is ecstatic at the image of Harry Styles writhing around on an ottoman and singing, “if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about, baby, I’m perfect,” but people want Taylor Swift to be drawn and quartered because her last single mentions a piece of his jewelry. Does that not strike anyone as… a little bit of a double standard?

Earlier today, I saw a post in which someone went off about how “disgusting” Taylor is because she and Harry dated when they were 23 and 18 respectively. This blogger was adamant about this idea that, if Harry had been 23 and Taylor had been 18, it “wouldn’t have sat well with anyone.” It’s frankly ridiculous, because Taylor was 19 when she hooked up with John Mayer, who was 32. She was 20 when she dated Jake Gyllenhaal, who was 30. She’s 26 right now, and she’s dating Calvin Harris, who is 32. Even the people who made jokes about the age difference with John or Jake didn’t actually give these guys any legitimate trouble for it. It was all fun and games when everyone was making fun of this young woman for having the gall to date more than one person ever, but she came out with a song called “Dear John” in which she says, “Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be messed with?” in reference to a man thirteen years older than her who treated her like absolute shit, and suddenly she’s psychotic, and he’s a martyr, and everyone has to listen to him be a whiny pissbaby because he got name-checked in a song? It’s ridiculous. The double standard isn’t even subtle

At the end of the day, I feel like it’s absolutely okay to not be into Taylor’s music. It’s okay to have problems with some of her views. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that you probably should have problems with some of her views, because some of her views are shitty. She’s not perfect. She is in fact very human. But when people’s issues with her are things like “I don’t like that she dated this particular celebrity” or “I think her relationship with this other person was faked for PR,” then we’re getting into idiot territory. Taylor Swift does not need to date people for PR. She does not need to date some dude in a boy band for fame. She is already famous. And outside of the insular word of the One Direction fandom, she is absolutely more famous than Harry Styles. She sells more records, and she makes more money, and she is more of a household name than he is. The idea that she was “using him” for attention makes sense to absolutely no one outside of this fandom. Considering the hate that she gets anytime she steps out of the house with a man, it’s completely illogical to believe that she would date someone for any reason other than that she really wanted to date him. And if that guy turns out to be an asshole, or doesn’t treat her right, or hurts her feelings, she’s allowed to write a song about it. She’s allowed to write an entire fucking album about it. She’s a singer-songwriter; it’s kind of her job. 

The (Partial) Fall of the House of Winchester: Deconstructing Ask Jeeves

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get ready for “i have lots of feelings about ronan and music” part 2

  • this is primarily because i think ronan has lots of feelings about music, he just will never ever verbalize them
  • my roommate described having a similar feeling of shit getting real and everything coming together with both classical music and house music. ronan, likewise, has similar feelings about disparate genres of music.
  • he loves frenetic, fast-paced music. the kind he can get lost in. the kind that feels like a race: there’s nothing else but him and the mounting tension and pure adrenaline.
  • this is manifested in his love both of irish music and electronica.
  • he could probably be convinced to listen to other genres that make him feel like that. he probably has some quite unexpected stuff on his iPod, actually, along with the playlists of music from his childhood. 
  • he loves the electronic music, yes, but it’s also for appearances. this is his public music to go with his public dangerous persona.
  • this is why no one is allowed to touch his iPod.
  • it’s not just the fast, breathless music he likes either. he likes music that feels like a dream. not dreamy music, necessarily, but music that feels like it’s shaping something out of nothing. harmonies joining, music evoking images, plucking memories from his mind and making them suddenly real again. 
  • this music he only listens to late at night, when not even gansey is awake, substituting musical dreams for real ones.
  • and of course, there’s the part where music becomes less music than the best joke ronan’s ever heard, and he pushes it on his friends with unholy glee. this is not limited to the murder squash song, the murder squash song is just the most recent one.
  • mentally, i have a checklist for the ones he gets really obsessed with: 1) they have to be catchy 2) they’re mostly ridiculous youtube things he’s managed to rip onto his iPod 3) there’s always something dark about them, either tone of the music or lyrics or both.
  • and that is as far as i’ve plumbed the depths of ronan’s iPod. there’s probably more. ronan’s music, like him, is multifaceted and full of surprises.
Send me any numbers out of those questions that you want me to answer and I'll post my answer to my blog! Can you tell I'm bored?

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
4: What do you think about most?
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
7: What’s your strangest talent?
8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
11: Do you have any strange phobias?
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
13: What’s your religion?
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
17: What was the last lie you told?
18: Do you believe in karma?
19: What does your URL mean?
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
21: Who is your celebrity crush?
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
23: How do you vent your anger?
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
36: Define Art.
37: Do you believe in luck?
38: What’s the weather like right now?
39: What time is it?
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
41: What was the last book you read?
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
43: Do you have any nicknames?
44: What was the last film you saw?
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
48: What’s your sexual orientation?
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
50: Do you believe in magic?
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
52: What is your astrological sign?
53: Do you save money or spend it?
54: What’s the last thing you purchased?
55: Love or lust?
56: In a relationship?
57: How many relationships have you had?
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
59: Where were you yesterday?
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
61: Are you wearing socks right now?
62: What’s your favourite animal?
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
64: Where is your best friend?
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
66: What is your heritage?
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
77: How can I win your heart?
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
80: What size shoes do you wear?
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
82: What is your favourite word?
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
84: What is a saying you say a lot?
85: What’s the last song you listened to?
86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?
87: What is your current desktop picture?
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
98: Ever been on a plane?
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

I Don't Want This Night To End

Fic Request: Stiles discovers Lydia’s secret obsession with country singer Luke Bryan’s music. She was mortified when he walked in on her singing along to her favorite tunes in her bedroom. For her birthday, he buys her the cutest pair of cowgirl boots she’s ever seen and then accompanies her to a Luke Bryan concert where he’s somehow managed to score third row seats.

Rating: K

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Author: writeyourstory7

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I Don't Dance

A/N: Lately I’ve been obsessed with the song I Don’t Dance by Lee Brice. It’s adorbable. You should listen to it. I really liked this, but please tell me what you think!!


Pairing: Ashton+Y/N

It all started that one night, at a club. Ashton had spotted you from across the room and immediately knew he had to have you. He never felt this way looking at someone before. He was beginning to think that he was never going to find the one. Hell, all the other guys were in relationships. Everyone except him.

Michaels girlfriend followed his eyes across the crowded room, smirking when she saw you. “I know who that is.” She told him. “What? How? Who is she?” He demanded, he wanted to have you. Giggling she replied, “That’s Y/N, we work together. She’s single, really sweet, and as you can tell she’s gorgeous. Go talk to her.”

Gathering up the courage, he walked over to where you were at the bar. “Hi. I’m Ashton. Um, my friend Michael’s girlfriend says she works with you. We were wondering if you would like to join us?” Trying to keep it simple. Damn he wished he could make you smile forever.

“Oh yea. I know Michael. And I would love to join you guys.” “Let me buy you a drink first.” He insisted, such a gentleman. Retrieving your drink and leading you back to his group. You ran over to give Michael’s girlfriend a hug, giggling and blushing at something she whispered in your ear. You sat down next to her, patting the empty space next to you for Ashton to sit, luckily you were close enough for your thighs to touch. You just met this guy and he was already giving you goosebumps all over. Perhaps it was his beautiful smile with the dimples? The sparkle in his eyes? Or maybe because he was just so charming.

A couple hours passed of sharing drinks and stories, when one of your favorite songs came on. “I love this song! Come dance with me!” You turned to Ashton, him blushing and suddenly becoming very nervous. “I don’t dance though”, he stuttered, but giggling when you playfully pouted at him and pulled Michael’s girlfriend away with you.

More hours passed before it was time to go home. Ashton, being the perfect guy that night, insisted on walking you home. The two of you laughing loudly despite being in the quiet, 3AM streets. “Well this is me.” You said walking to the door of your apartment but not yet ready to say goodnight. “It’s really late, and I don’t want you walking home alone. Why don’t you come in and just sleep here tonight.” You were mostly sober so you knew you wouldn’t do anything you would regret. “Um alright, I guess.” “Don’t worry. I even have a couch in my room I can sleep on.” “Don’t be silly. I’ll sleep on it. It’s the least I can do for you letting me stay here.” Could he get anymore perfect? “Alright, but you owe me something. You owe me a dance.” “I told you I don’t dance.” But he pulled you into his arms anyways. Holding you tight and swaying slightly. After a few minutes you pulled him to your bedroom, not bothering to change before pulling him into bed with you, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Goodnight Ashton.” You whispered, blushing when he kissed your cheek.

It didn’t take long after that night for you and Ashton to begin dating. It seemed like from that moment you first met he was the love of your life. And he felt the same about you. Your family was crazy about him as well. Happy that you finally found a guy that actually cared about you, and made you so happy. His family loved you. His mom even cried the first time she met you, hugging you and going on about “my baby boy finally found someone.” His little brother and sister dragging you out to play with them.

Ashton knew you were the one. He had to be with you forever.

One day you two were out for a picnic at the park. Smiling when you heard music, turning to him you said, “Dance with me.” Sighing but smiling at you, “Come on baby, you know I don’t dance with these big feet”, but letting you pull him up anyways. Pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you and swaying, like the first night you met. “I love you.” He said, hearing you whisper the same words into his chest, your grip on him becoming tighter.

“Marry me.” It took a few moments for you to realize his words. Blinking up at him in shock, “Wait, what? Are you serious?” Smile growing larger when he kneeled down, holding your hand. “I’ve never met anyone in my life who makes me feel the way you do. From the moment I saw you I was in love. You are the one for me. I need you in my life forever. So, Y/F/N. Will you do the honor of marrying me? Spending our lives together forever sound fun?”

Your eyes full of tears, letting out a little laugh of joy. Not trusting your voice you nodded. Ashton got back up, grabbing your face and giving one of the most passionate kisses of your life. Slipping the ring on your finger and spinning you around in his strong arms.

Months passed and the time for the wedding was here.

You would never forget the feeling of standing there with your bridesmaids, the doors opening, walking down with your dad, seeing Ashton with his amazing smile. Each other’s eyes connected the whole time, you would never forget that first kiss. He even dipped you, that caused a lot of cheers.

But the best part was the reception. After eating some food, greeting family and friends, stuffing cake into each other’s faces it was time for the first dance.

Leading you out to the floor you couldn’t help but notice the mischievous glint in his eye. “What’s up Irwin. Are you going to turn our first dance as a married couple into a flashmob? Teasing him. He laughed that beautiful laugh, "Nope. I just want to dance with my amazing wife.” Blushing at his words when he took you by surprise. Wrapping one arm around your waist and holding one hand, properly dancing with you. Pulling you closer he grinned down at you.

“Wow. What happened to not dancing huh? What about these big feet messing you up? You got lessons didn’t you?”

“Yea. I wanted to make this memorable for you. I may not dance, but baby I will for you.” Spinning you around before cupping your face in his hands. Giving you another sweet kiss while still swaying you.

anonymous asked:

Do you have the Grazia interview translated in English? I really wanted to read it, but unfortunately I don't speak more than a few French words. Thanks!


It’s not perfect, because I speak little French, but here goes!

Devastated. This is the word chosen by the singer of Florence + the Machine to describe her situation. After performing at the latest Coachella Festival, it took Florence a few hours to realise she had broken her foot on-stage in her performance frenzy. We had the chance to meet her shortly before, in a Parisian salon. An hour reveals her third album, How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful. A record that talks about the magic and chaos of her hiatus, but also a world of glory.

The diva has sold 9 million albums, erupted onto the Oscar scene in 2011, and has been transformed with this sad-tinged pop record into a Priestess with a heavy heart. But the tones and energy are still there, even clearer than before, which makes her a worthy successor to Kate Bush. We should forge a
neologism to describe her energy of despair: “Mélancolère” perhaps? Florence is it; the cliché of an effortless beauty. She is a lady of the Oscars, able to suddenly launch into a dance choreographed by Pina Bausch after imitating the rapper Drake. Basically, only one thing springs to mind: she’s surprising. She has promised her fans that she’ll heal her foot in time for Glastonbury (26th – 28th June). We can already imagine the grass regrowing, wild and refined, under the heels of this stalk. Her feet are definitely not made to stay firmly on the floor.

You seem preoccupied. Something wrong?
(She regains consciousness after a sip of tea.)
No, everything is fine. I just have a bit of trouble concentrating when there is music playing in a place. The aftermath of a party is difficult when you’re in Paris…could we get the music turned down?

It’s possible. Provided tell us what you did last night.
I crossed paths with my friend Kanye West yesterday. I admire his energy; his emotions are so strong. I’m a huge hip-hop fan. I respect artists without inhibitions. It’s the case with Drake too. (She stands up and mimics Drake, singing the chorus of his single “Know Yourself”). You see?

I can see perfectly. There was one year where you mentioned being artistically similar to Kanye West, in terms of both being maximalists.

Yes, I don’t think that’s the case now. His work is much more minimal. I also think we are moving into a more stripped-back phase too, like everyone in the industry.
Indeed, the new album marks a surprising break from your initial world of work. The atmosphere
is denser, less bombastic. Where did this evolution come from?

This shift is from a period of spiraling I felt at the end of my last tour. After four years spent on the road, went home, and I panicked at the idea of ​​resuming a normal life. They were very hard times. I found myself alone, having to exist by myself, relearn how to love. But it is quite logical for a 27 year old. The famous return of Saturn
The return of Saturn?
In astrology, it symbolizes the moment when everything that is unstable in your life comes crashing down to the ground and you progress in life. This album reflects this. It is much more focused on reality than the two previous albums. Before, I sang about my emotions through metaphors, through fantastical ethereal images, like fairy tales. I was talking about my life without making it seem like it actually happened.
Today, I don’t feel like I need to encrypt these things.

The single “Ship to Wreck” is proof. You mention drunkenness, distress, and loss which you bear very explicitly.
When I wrote that song, it was a way to view my career…my relationship situation…and say “fuck it”! (Silence). It was a time where I felt very vulnerable, but it had nothing to do with feeling weak. Things often become ruins in order to be reconstructed, in all aspects. My own house was the one which was ransacked for the music video! (She laughs). Musically, I had to discipline myself too. By habit, I always want more choruses, more effects. I continually look for the drama. But my producer Markus Dravs kept telling me “You just wrote a beautiful song, let it live without hiding it behind the grandiose”. At first I found it terrifying, but he was right.

The album was recorded partly in LA. The themes, raw energy and guitars are becoming more prominent. Are we beginning to see the influences of the heydays of Californian 70s rock?

Clearly. I wrote half the album there before I went into the studio. I listened to a lot of Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac. I also gained a near-obsession with Stevie Nick’s aesthetic.

In the past, you said you felt like you belonged in a different era, and your romanticism prevented you from becoming too modern. Is that still the case?
No, that’s not quite correct…(silence). It’s that I’m attracted to things that are physical. I don’t like disposable emotions. There has to be a texture; it’s also true for fashion and music.
Your image, which you always pay particularly close attention to, has also changed a lot.

I’m mainly attracted now to androgenic items to bear my more vulnerable side. I am inspired by Nick Cave’s chic-male outfits. But my main influence is “The Thin White Duke”, one of the characters invented by David Bowie, which I feel very close to…not physically! To be honest, we even had a sign hanging on the wall of our studio which said “what would David Bowie do?”

You are often invited to high-fashion shows, and have been dressed by the biggest fashion names – what is your relationship with fashion?

I still love fashion. Especially Pucci, Gucci, Saint Laurent…but when I’m concentrating on music, I often dress more frumpily. I am a musician, not a model. Clothes are a great distraction for me. When I have to get dressed, it’s a sign that the fun is back.

Like dancing? You master your choreography in your latest videos.

I have a passion for contemporary dance, especially that of Pina Bausch. The genius of my dances comes mainly from Ryan Heffington. I couldn’t ask for me.

Is this a taste of what to expect from you on stage?

I don’t know yet. But the shows will be built under the theme of freedom.

Is it the myth true that you always dance in supermarkets?

Of course. It’s very important to feel free and dance in a supermarket. It’s when I stop dancing that you should worry about

Preference #357: I don't love you but I always will.


Request: hi! can you do a luke imagine based on the song Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars? I am currently obsessed with this song and I feel like an imagine based on it is something I need in my life haha thanks babe I love you and your blog!
A/N: I hope this is okay. I heard the song for the first time today and got inspired and this is the direction I went in.

Luke had just gained a recording contract and had been told that he would be going on tour with One Direction. But you didn’t know anything about this; you only knew what Luke wanted you to know. And this was something he didn’t want you to know yet. He needed time to find the right words to tell you, he didn’t know how to tell you that you needed to break up but he wanted to be friends. So he took some time away from you, ignored your calls and texts so he could have time to think.

You heard a faint knock at the door you opened it up and saw Luke “can we talk it’s important” he blurted out. You nodded and allowed him into your home. You both sat on the couch and Luke took your hands in his “you think your dreams are the same as mine, but they aren’t Y/N. Your dream is to stay here and finish school and become a teacher, mine is to travel the world making music. Our dreams our worlds apart. I know I’ve been avoiding you, but, that’s only because I’ve been thinking about what to say to you. I’ve been offered a recording contract, well me and the guys, and we’ve been offered the chance to tour with One Direction. We are taking their offer, so we have to break up I’m not going to say that I don’t love you, because I always will. I do love you, but it will suck and hurt more for the both of us if we remain a couple when we are miles apart. I do want to be friends though, please say we can still be friends. I don’t have a choice, I can’t let my band down I need to go but I still choose your happiness over everything else” Luke said. You listened tentatively to what he was saying. Yes you were a little hurt, but you accepted he had to do this.

You hugged him “I understand and of course we can be friends” you said. Luke smiled and the two of you spoke before he had to leave. As he walked out of the door you mumbled to yourself “I don’t love you but I always will”.