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.

I cannot get over this album. Like every single song just stands on its own. Each song tells its own story, but it all ties the album together. I am in love with this album. reputation is fire ladies and gentlemen. It. Is. Fire.

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 ♡♡

4

The stage effect and backdrop designs were just only part of the embellishment, WHITE NIGHT can be as raw as Taeyang serenading every vip only with his voice and it will still be worth it. Thank you for this experience, everything about this was just purely sincere and beautiful. 

It was epic.

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Regrets || ch.1

A/N: Hi! This will be a mini series although I still don’t know how many chapters this story will reach. I hope I’ll give justice to this! Let me hear your thoughts on the ask box!

Pairing: Jihoon/Woozi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Drama, Slice of life, idol!AU
Word Count: 1,393
Warnings
None (at the moment)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2


Someone once told me, you must not regret the choices you took or made, because for once, that was what you wanted, knowing what will happen.

But what if we were left with no choice, that we do not have any power but to do so knowing it’s for the best, and although you too wanted it, yet deep in your heart, you don’t want to? Is it worthy to be called a regret?


Year 2016, Junior Year, month of October

“Aish! Why did I let Y/F/N fill out that form for me?!” You were close to ripping your hair out as you stare at the call-out form for the yearly musical your school is holding, your whole name imprinted on the bottom.

“Y/N~!” You turned your head to the sound of your best friend calling you. “How are the call-outs? Did you get in?”

“Thanks to you I got in!” You grumbled sarcastically as she threw her arms around your shoulder. “C’mon, it isn’t that bad! You have to let out that talent of yours once in a while!”

“Stop sweet-talking me, Y/F/N, I’m seriously upset at you right now.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glare at the announcement, hoping your eyes will shoot lasers and erase your name.

“Awww don’t be like that to me, Y/N!” She continued to cling at you as you tried to remove her grip around you but to no avail, she clings like a koala. “I’m really sorry, but please, consider this request of your beautiful best friend? Plus, you told me you wanted to try, right?”

You stared at her from your shoulders as you sighed. “I know I told you that but that’s just wishful thinking. You know I’m not good at this, Y/F/N. I can’t even speak without stuttering in front of our class, let alone sing or dance in a huge crowd. I don’t even know why I got called out!”

“Maybe it’s your chance, Y/N! Don’t be too harsh on yourself!” Your best friend turned you around for you to face her and held you in your shoulders. “I’m going to help you, okay? I know just the right people who can help you.”

—–

“Ya, Y/F/N! Where are we going? We’ve been at this café for hours already.” You groaned at her as you fiddle with the straw of your drink. You and Y/F/N met at the café nearly an hour ago but she still doesn’t have any plans of going just yet.

“Wait for a bit more, Y/N! My boyfriend’s taking too long to reply.” She replied as your eyes widen a bit.

“So, you finally want me to meet your boyfriend? That was long overdue, Y/F/N.” You told her with a hint of bitterness in your tone, although you were just joking.

“I’m really sorry. You still haven’t forgiven me about that?” Your best friend pouted in front of you as she clasped her hands. “When you meet him, you’ll understand why I didn’t tell you as soon as I wanted to. And that’s not the only reason why you will meet him.”

You just sighed at her as you took a sip from your drink. “What do you mean? And seriously, is he of high profile? An idol?” As soon as you mentioned the word ‘idol’, a smile slipped on your best friend’s face. “What do you think?”

You gaped at her and were about to say something when a person clad in black hoodie, gray sweatpants together with a black cap and mask approached your table, specifically to your best friend.

“Sorry I took a while, hyung won’t let us go easily.” You tilt your head as you wonder how the voice of your best friend’s boyfriend seems familiar, until he turned to you. “Ah, you must be Y/N?”

All you could do was nod as he took a seat beside your best friend who cannot stop smiling. You were still wondering where you heard that voice until Y/F/N stopped your trail of thoughts. “Earth to Y/N!”

You shook your head back to reality as you mumbled a ‘sorry’ and your best friend spoke once again. “As I was saying earlier, Y/N, this is my boyfriend whom I cannot easily tell you because you’re right, he’s an idol.”

As if to answer your question, the boy beside your best friend took away his cap and mask, revealing a face too familiar for you, for he is a member of one of your favorite groups. He bowed slightly and sported a small, shy smile towards your frozen figure. “Hi Y/N, you may already know me but you can call me Hoshi or Soonyoung, whichever you like.”

“Yaaaa Y/F/N!! Why didn’t you tell me it was Kwon Soonyoung?! Hoshi of Seventeen?!” You shake your best friend’s arm a little violently as you walked on the streets, trailing behind Soonyoung.

“First, you do know it must be kept hidden, right? Second, I doubt you’ll believe me, and third, I doubt this is all real, too.”

You looked at her as you sighed. “I understand. But still, you owe me a whole story, Y/F/N.” Your best friend smiled at you as she held your arms reassuringly. “I promise. But for now, we got to focus on your call-outs.”

You gave her a confusing look. “When I say that I know the people who can help you, that includes Soonyoungie, and a few of his friends.”

“His friends? You mean…” you trailed off, an impossible thought crossing your mind but your suspicions were answered as you stopped in front of a huge, familiar building.

“Yep, Y/N.” Your friend gestured towards the building, dragging you with her. “You’re going to meet Seventeen in a few moments.”

Caught off-guard, she started dragging you to go to Soonyoung, greeting the receptionist as the three of you went downstairs. As you look around, you can feel your palms getting sweaty and your knees about to fall because what the hell, am I really inside Pledis?

As you reached a hallway, something crossed your mind as you halt your best friend. “Wait.”

The couple turned to you with a questioning look. “Uhm, Y/F/N, are you really sure about this? I mean…” You gestured to Soonyoung who’s looking at you too. “Aren’t you guys, uhm, busy? Did you even agree to this?”

Soonyoung moved closer to the both of you as he placed an arm around your best friend’s shoulders. “Y/F/N’s been worried about you and consistently tells me she wants the best for you and she cares for you so much.” He was cut off by your best friend slapping Soonyoung on his chest. “Don’t expose me to her like that!”

“Anyway, I’ve been more than willing to help my girl’s best friend, which I consider my friend too.” Soonyoung smiled at you with his signature eye smile and you can’t help but feel shy and awkward.

“Geez, I didn’t know Y/F/N would go to this extent, to be honest. But well, if you insist, and if it isn’t too much of a bother…” You replied as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Of course it isn’t! Let me just check if there are vacant rooms that we can use.” He waved at the both of you as you remained in the hallway.

“Really Y/F/N, this is embarrassing. He barely knows me and how can he just agree?“

“He cannot resist my persistency.” You friend winked at you as you slapped her arms jokingly. “Seriously, Y/F/N!”

“Jokes aside, Y/N, he really wanted to help you not just because I worry about you. Soonyoungie told me that he also wanted to meet the other person who makes me happy and I’m glad that two of my favorite people will get along you know?”

You felt touched at your best friend’s words and the thought of befriending the person makes your best friend happy makes you smile. “Unless you bias Soonyoungie too then…” She playfully glared at you as she cross her arms.

“No way, Y/F/N! No offense, but I’ve never thought of him as a bias way before, even a bias wrecker nor is he on my bias list.” You exclaimed as the both of you laugh.

“Who’s your bias on Seventeen, then?” You smiled at her as someone crossed your mind. “No one, I just like their songs, that’s all.”

“You cannot fool me, Y/N. I know you have.”

The both of you continued to bicker and tease each other, not noticing the approaching footsteps heading your way, not until Soonyoung called your attention.

“Y/N! Y/F/N!”

You turned around and you swore your breath were caught, time seemed to stop, as you now contemplate whether the choice of accepting your best friend’s offer were right.

‘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:

I cannot wait to see her writing this song just imagine 😊😊

SAMEEEEE ITS GONNA BE THE PUREST VIDEO EVER SHE’LL BE SMILING THROUGH THE WHOLE THING

Do you ever hear a song that just reaches so deeply within you on an emotional level and gives you such an enormous sense of nostalgia and you feel as if you’ve entered a different plane of existence

okay. so. a few things about my concert today.

- Billie said something among the lines of ‘life can suck but life can also be awesome’ and the only thought in my head was ‘right now my life is perfect’. I dont think I will ever forget that moment.

- THEY PLAYED ST JIMMY

- I had to pee since the first two songs but I didnt want to miss anything so I held it in

- my first thought when I realized how fucking loud it was was ‘I could fart how loud I want and no one would notice’

- Tre only did three highkicks and then went back to his drums

- I screamed ‘MIKE’ during every bass solo because I fucking love this man

- We had places all the way in the back (seats) and Billie looked so tiny? like how fucking tiny is that man?

- I got a revrad tour shirt

- I had to beg some girls to bring me some of the confetti things because they wouldnt let me into the pit after the show

- Billie wore two rainbow flags during King for a Day

- he also screamed ‘FUCK DONALD TRUMP’ during American Idiot (much to my brothers amusement)

- Billie introduced them like five times ??

- my throat and hands are sore and my voice sounds like Ive been smoking twenty cigarettes a day for fifty years (but it was worth it)

- my brother accidently gave me the payment thing instead of a ticket but gladly he was right behind me when the security guys checked our tickets

- he also was an ass and had us go into the line right in the front so we didnt have to wait (he also wanted to steal some kids drumstick they catched but I held him back. hes an ass and doesnt understand anything about the message that Billie tries to make people understand)

- the girls in front of me annoyed me because they only were on their phones and made selfies and snapchats and didnt care about the music at all

- Ill be in the pit in my next concert

- I got startled every single time one of these loud bangs went off (the firework thingys)

- I need to wear shorts next time because I fucking melted in there

- also I was cold one time but thats just me Im used to that

- when Billie introdiced Jason Freese he said ‘weve been doing many illegal things with this man. we got cocain from columbia with him’ or something like that

- I screamed the whole time during Jason Whites solo

- Billie said some things about smartphones and selfies (right as the girls infront of me were taking a selfie)

- they got three people on the stage

- one during know your enemy, one during longview (that dude was awesome, he danced and sang and was just v funny) and during a song I cannot remmber right now (forgive me its almost 2 am) who played guitar and got to keep the guitar afterwards

- Billie laughed really cute one time, even my brother admitted it was cute

- at the trainstation on the way back home someone started the ‘heeeeyooooo’ again and then it went on for a bit with always different people yelling it (and everyone else responding of course)

- it was the best night of my life so far