i just...cannot with that song

I don’t want you to be just another sad song.” she said. “A song that I cannot listen to anymore. I don’t want you to be just another painful ending. A beautiful sunset that will be different the next day. It feels heavy thinking that you will be just another memory that I cannot grasp to anymore. I wanted to grab you and hold you forever. I can’t just let you be another beautiful disaster that made me feel something I can’t quite understand. I can’t. Please, I don’t want you to be temporary. Because you already have the part of my life, which I give to someone who is permanent. Someone who I never wanted to leave.
—  ma.c.a // Tattoo and Melodies

anonymous asked:

i loved your thoughts about the monsters and female sexuality, and i was wondering if you had anything specifically about the phantom? or any thoughts on the phantom of the opera in general i would love to hear them

You know those pieces of media you can’t read/listen/watch without being transported to your first go-through, with all the exact emotions that come with it? And it doesn’t matter if these were profound Great Works of Art, they were just there at the exact right time to crawl under some bit of skin, to find the exact right string to pluck—and you will never, ever get rid of them. They are inside you, all you can do is accommodate them.

For me, that’s what Phantom of the Opera was. I stumbled over it at twelve-thirteen, already knowing that I was a fucking weirdo but not really sure how I was planning to deal with that, and it just—blew the fucking doors off the place. I cannot listen to a single song, watch a single frame of the 2004 movie, even glance at a picture of Sarah Brightman without the all-over cringing embarrassment of being that thirteen-year-old again and feeling things that were enormous and sweating-hot and nameless and much more than I was even sort of prepared for.

Which means that I am largely incapable of talking about it in a rational sort of fashion. I will say that Phantom takes…something an opposite tack towards the monster romance. Typically, a monster romance is Beauty recognizing the humanity of a Beast, and ennobling the Beast because of it; it’s a redemption-thorough-love narrative. In Phantom, Beauty (Christine) recognizes there is something also monstrous in her, but ultimately rejects that monstrosity. She’s really he one who undergoes through the transformation, not the Beast, though he ultimately does recognize her transformation.

I generally put this down to the addition of the Svengali narrative—while there’s always a power imbalance between Beauty and the Beast, it’s acute in Phantom. (The Beast just wants Belle to come to dinner and avoid the West Wing, Erik watches Christine through her fucking mirror and kills people.) The Phantom’s real monstrosity isn’t his face, it is the demand Christine sacrifice literally everything to him and capital-A-Art. The absolutist mania is monstrosity in itself. Monstrosity is just another way of transcending the ordinary, and isn’t that what artists are meant to do?

Christine’s desire to be an Artist is part and parcel of the monster romance of the Phantom; if she didn’t sort of want to be an artistic monster herself, there’s no draw. The 2004 movie is….awkwardly blunt about this, making the Phantom a transgressively sexual figure. (While I don’t think it’s incorrect, I also think it obscures some of the real motivation there. Desire for a basement dwelling weirdo can be two things, ALW.)

I realize my previous meta was about monster romance-qua-monster romance, monster romance as an expression of desire, but monster romances represent a hell of a lot of different things—each slightly different, but drawing on the long legacy of transgressive desire in all senses.


Also, the overture remains A True Banger.

Let It Go

(A/N: OUR FIRST PROMPT!! AAAA!!! <3)

Prompt: “All the best with the new blog hun! Could I please request a scenario for Yuri.P and his s/o having a cute lazy day at home in pyjamas with movies etc?” – Anonymous


“It’s early,” you complained, padding into the hall at the behest of the obnoxious knocking on the door. You pulled your robe tighter around your waist, rubbed some of the sleep from your eye, and opened the door.

“Morning,” Yuri greeted.

“I’ve noticed. It’s early,” you repeated, levying your best scowl. Yuri held up a paper bag in response.

“I brought pirozhki,” he offered, combatting your look with one of his rare grins. You pursed your lips, looking back and forth between your boyfriend and his grandfather’s amazing treats.

“Fiiiiiiine, come in, you’re letting the cold in.” You tried pouting, but it was no use.

“Я тебя люблю.” He pulled you closer and tried to kiss you, but you pulled away quickly. He cocked his head and gave you the kicked puppy face that you hate.

“Morning breath!” you exclaimed, already heading back towards the bathroom. “I love you, too, but morning breath!”

By the time you get back out to the living room, Yuri is sprawled across the couch, a movie already cued up as he stares down the pirozhki on the table. You couldn’t help but cackle.

“It might be more effective to pick them up,” you joked, sidling up beside him. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have loads of faith in your telekinesis skills, but—“ You were interrupted by a pirozhok being stuffed into your mouth and looked up just in time to see Yuri take a giant bite ought of his own pirozhok.

“Sorry,” he mumbled through a mouthful, “I just didn’t want to be rude and eat before you.”

“Oh,” you managed, taking a bite and removing the rest of the pirozhok from your mouth. “Yeah, this was definitely more gentlemanly, Yura.”

“Love you,” he reminded, still chewing. “So, I’m thinking we watch—“

“No! Let me guess!” He rolled his eyes but nodded. You squinted at him, studying his expression as if it would reveal the title of the movie. “Okay. I got it.” He watched, a hint of anticipation on his features. “It’s definitely Frozen.”

You waited for him to laugh or scowl or just generally react, but nothing happened. Instead, he stared on, looking even more pale if that was humanly possible.

“Oh my god. It is Frozen!” You cracked up laughing, shocked and completely amused by his choice.

“Don’t laugh!” he protested, pouting. In response, you laughed harder. “It’s critically acclaimed! Viktor sings that main song to me all the time, so I should probably learn the context, or, or, or—augh!”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay, let’s watch it,” you agreed, your laughter dying down. You put your arms around him and squeezed him close, your best tactic whenever Yuri was obstinate. Like magic, he pressed play on the movie with just a bit of grumbling.

A few pirozhki and several songs later, “Let It Go” begins. You don’t think too much of it until you notice Yuri’s mouth moving. More precisely, he’s following along with the lyrics. You watch, shocked, for a moment before cracking up laughing. Yuri looks confused, glancing between you and the television, until he realizes exactly what you’re laughing at.

“Hey! I just—Viktor—this song is very catchy, you cannot expect me to stay silent!” His frustration should have worried you, but he looked so adorable, you couldn’t manage a straight face. “You hate the movie, don’t you.”

“It’s—no, don’t worry about it,” you chuckled, smiling wide.

“(Y/N),” he pouted.

“No, Yura, I love it. I love the singing, I love the movie, I love you,” you assure, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his frown turn into a smile and considered it a job well done.

“I love you, too.” He looked at you for a long moment. “(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“The cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, perfectly in sync with Elsa. You both laughed until you cried a little.

My Manic And I
Laura Marling
My Manic And I

And I’m sorry young man I cannot be your friend
I don’t believe in a fairytale end.
I don’t keep my head up all of the time,
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind.
And I hardly know you I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that we’re ill.
I hardly know you I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that I’m ill.

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THIS HOLBY CITY SHIT #12

LOL WHY Y'ALL STILL HERE THESE ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE WEEK :)))
-NAH HOLBY DON’T PLAY ME WITH THIS CREEPY ASS MUSIC
-FUK OFF HOLBY I’M sCaRed help pls don’t let my babe bambi die pls i love her
-BITCH #LOVELY NINA ARE LOOKIN FLY 2DAY LOOK @ THEM I MEAN DAYMN B0I
-NUMBNUTS BEING A PORTABLE STARBUCKS IS 👌👌
-HOW IS FRAN THIS GOOD A LIAR I DON’T LIKE IT I DON’T LIkE iT
-CURLY FRIES IS JUST SO PURE && I CANNOT DEAL
-i S2G BAMBI STOP WITH THAT SONG IT MAKES ME NERVOUS
-BAMBI IS ALSO SO PURE AND I JUST WANT HER AND CHERKBONES AND THEIR GIRLFRIENDS DOGBY AND GOSSIP GURL TO LIVE IN HAPPINESS SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM HARM iS thaT t00 mUCh t0 AsK
-FRAN'S👋BEEN👋CAUGHT👋OUT👋
-DOM SMILING AT CURLY FRIES IS 😍 SHIPPING #DOM FRIES HARD RN
-IT WAS HER BROTHER😲 BISH N0 WHAT POOR KELLY ILY B00 DON’T WORRY
-CHEEKBONES SAYING “DON’T BE RIDICULOUS NO” WHILST SMILING IS ME
-OMG DOGBY HOLDIN BAMBI’S HAND I’M CRYING THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED
-FUK OFF WITH THIS CREEPY MUSIC AND STRANGE FLASHBACKS I’M SCaRed
-N0 N0 please i don’t want bambi to die just do this one thing for me holby writers i never ask for anything im just tryna live a fruitful life you don’t need to do this to me
-“YOU GOT THE CHEEKBONES BUT SHE GOT THE SMILE”
-no
-no
-no
-i feel physical pain and im crying
-dont say it hanssen
-no
-pls let cheekbones be okay // pls let morven be okay
OVERALL THOUGHTS:
why. im just tryna be happy in life and you do this. why.
but a huge congratulations to all the actors and actresses in this ep, you were g8, especially rosie & lucy ♡♡

‘Yes, It’s Spring.’ [IMPORTANT]

You’re telling me we’re getting a separate single and an album? Jessica loves us way too much, and people continue to bash her like they don’t have a life to live. But it’s not about them, let’s not forget about that SPECIAL, FANTASTIC, PERFORMANCE WE’LL BE GETTING FROM THE LOVELY J.

To those who will be going tomorrow:

Other fans, including myself who won’t be attending, when the song is released, let the first thing you listen to it on be on Spotify (Melon too I guess). We don’t care about the song charting, because this is Jessica’s gift to the fans. All that Jessica wants to do is make music and be with those who love her, but let’s listen to it on these applications anyway. Another thing, if Coridel uploads any audio ver. of the song, watch that too. Do not use any reuploads as your main source to listen. Spotify, Melon, and YouTube.

Lastly, enjoy Golden Stars. Enjoy the music, sit back and relax, because the real fun begins when Jessica finally releases her album.

anonymous asked:

Sophie with your last post you said you're gonna stop following/supporting the girls or did I understand it wrong? Cuz' I totally get you. I felt like dirty watching that video, it was too much. Yes, they are young, hot and trying to gain mature followers but they should have thought about their true fans and know we didn't want this. I don't know where to stand rn, I'm still shook and maybe only time will tell but rn I'm really disappointed and sad.

I’m really confused about all of this right now as well, because I love the album, the songs are really good - I love the girls, I watched their last interview, it was great, and I actually had fun watching it, it had been a while. I mean I was literally so happy earlier, and really relieved that I love the album, and then they drop a music video like this, that I just cannot support. It’s one thing to have a song on an album that have lyrics that are a bit borderline and it’s another to make it a single and add a visual like this one to it.

So I really don’t know - maybe I’m just gonna do like I did with Down and choose to ignore it and focus on other things, or it’s gonna bother me too much for me to ignore it, I mean I don’t know, we’ll see.

This so describes Jian Yi/Zhan Zheng Xi ...

It cannot be just me! I think the words of this song describe so well Jian Yi and Xixi, especially the part about the friendship turning into something so much stronger, and how Jian Yi feels safe when he’s with his best friend.

Frankly, they should play this song at their wedding!


REO Speedwagon - Can’t fight this feeling


I can’t fight this feeling any longer
And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when we’re together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

And even as I wander
I’m keeping you in sight
You’re a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter’s night
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for
It’s time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I’ve been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I’m following you
Cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight
You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for
It’s time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

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This is a masterpiece 

by lookingforastar

Line of Fire
The Veronicas
Line of Fire

Line of Fire - The Veronicas.

I have a theory that inside everyone’s heads is an unmade playlist titled something along the lines of Killer Songs to Make Out To Vol. 3. Whenever I hear this song, no matter what I’m doing, I think about that playlist and how this is track one. Reading, writing, working out, doing the dishes - I’ve realllllly gotta make that playlist.

I am certain this is exactly what The Veronicas were intending when writing this song.