Let it Burn (Male Fire!Elsa AU)
  • Let it Burn (Male Fire!Elsa AU)
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Disclaimer: I don’t own the karaoke track!
Inspired by: this, this, and this

Ugh, I’m sorry for my voice… Also for the bad quality; I recorded it directly to my computer, and I don’t know how to work recording software.  And also for the fact that because I’m a dude, it probably sounds weird…

But anyways, I wrote some lyrics for the Fire!Elsa AU!  My headcanon is that Elsa’s a lot more scared of her powers, to where she doesn’t feel trapped by them, but that she’s too weak and afraid to use them.  (Not to mention that she burned Anna’s head as a child…)


The flame burns bright on the mountain tonight
And the sparks fly in between
A kingdom of desolation
And it looks like I’m the queen
The ashes dying like this burning rage inside
The loss of love, the loss of life

Don’t let it hurt, don’t make them cry
Control yourself or else the flames will die
Extinguish all your faults in turn
When will you learn?

Let it burn, let it burn
There’s no longer anyone to hurt
Let it burn, let it burn
The old life that I spurned
I don’t need, what I’ve thrown away
Let the fire rage on
The flames never scarred me anyway

It’s funny how some courage
Makes everything seem gray
In the glow of my own power
I can bring in a new day

It’s time to see what I can make
The future’s trembling in my wake
No one can stop the coming dawn
I’m strong

Let it burn, let it burn
My flames will scorch the sky
Let it burn, let it burn
These flames will never die
I will stand, and I won’t run away!
Let the storm rage on…

My power quakes the earth
And bursts forth from the ground
My heart is burning
As the fire roars its cracking sound
And as the smoke clears I can see my path is set
I will win my own world now; go on and place your bets!

Let it burn! Let it burn.
I will call out the phoenix song
Let it burn, let it burn!
That Frozen girl is gone!
In the light, a new life awaits!
Let the fire rage on
The flames never scarred me anyway.

Muse - Drones (the story)

i would urge all muse fans to listen to Muse’s album Drones from start to finish with the story of the album in mind. read this post and then listen to the album, or read this story while you’re listening to it.

Summary of the story:  “Drones explores the journey of a human, from his abandonment and loss of hope, to his indoctrination by the system to be a human drone and eventually defection from his oppressors.” 

The first part of the story:

According to Matt the protagonist and main character of the first part of the story is a woman called Mary

1. Dead Inside
the story begins with Mary losing the love of her life. she loses the very idea of love and hope and she is left abandoned and vulnerable.
she become the perfect target for brainwashing.

2. Drill Sergeant
Mary meets the Drill Sergeant.

3. Psycho
Mary gets brainwashed by the military, which turns her into a psycho killer. this song is sung from the point of view of the antagonist.

4. Mercy
Mary recognizes that she has lost something and that she has lost herself. Mary tries to fight against the people trying to control her mind and desperately hopes that someone can save her.

5. Reapers
Mary loses her empathy and goes to war.

6. The Handler
Mary realizes that she doesn’t want to be controlled and starts to rebel.
(the turning point for Mary is at 2:20)

7. JFK
This marks the transition towards the positive part of the album.
In this speech, John F. Kennedy talks about the human spirit, freedom and independence.

8. Defector
Mary defects from the system and she is finally free again. She swears that she is going to overthrow her government. 

9. Revolt
Mary tries to convince all the people around her that they can “make this world what they want” and tries to empower them to do so.

10. Aftermath
Mary finds someone to love again and assures him or her that they “will never be alone” and that they are “bound together now and forever”. This marks the end of the first part of the story.

The second part of the story:

According to Matt, the second story is made by another person, who just like “Mary” becomes Dead Inside and defects but instead of going through a internal journey of darkness and solving that and come back to discover love, he decides to become a dictator, a power hungry maniac to inflict his pain to the rest to the world.

11. The Globalist
The Globalist is told from the point of view of the Dictator and narrates his rise and fall.
The second protagonist confronts the Dictator but he tries to convince him by saying that he “was never truly loved” and that he can be his “commander in chief” and decides to give all his power to the new Dictator and throws his bombs across the world and destroys it all; After all the mess he did, he and the protagonist are left alone in the world and says that it’s time to “To hunt and gather memories of the great nation we were” and he tells him that “It’s gone, you know it’s gone for good”, in the end the new Dictator excuses himself by saying “I just wanted, I just needed to be loved”.

12. Drones
everything ends with the souls of the dead people killed by the new dictator judging him, everything ends with an “Amen”

i’d like to remind that

  • finland’s average temperature is below zero
  • here buildings are built to keep warmth inside
  • the air is extremely humid at summers which amplifies how hot the air feels
  • people actually start dying here in 25C and above temperatures
  • buildings do not have cooling systems. even basic electrical fans are very rare

42 Days of the Mountain Goats: Day 22: The Mess Inside

The Paper Towns movie comes out in 20 days. In the book, the Mountain Goats are Q’s favorite band. Completely by coincidence, the Mountain Goats are also my favorite band. So I thought I’d share a John Darnielle/Mountain Goats song I love every day from now until July 24th to celebrate the movie and the band.

Today we have ‘The Mess Inside.’ Second to last song from All Hail West Texas, I swear, but boy do I share tMG’s fascination with the American idea of the geographical cure.

Money line: “Tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things. Most of the time I guess I felt alright.”


The Ghost Inside

The Amity Affliction

Brand New

Thy Art Is Murder



Sworn In


State Champs




Stray From The Path

Real Friends

Being As An Ocean

La Dispute









I’ll follow everyone who reblogs this [x]

I’m looking for some new blogs to follow

i hope nothing like this ever happens again to give me basis for comparison BUT i’m convinced racism was a factor in the cops deciding to wait 3 hours to go inside

the white LGBT community needs to own up to the fact that a lot of mainstream LGBT activism essentially boils down to “don’t be mean to us, some of us are white!” I mean, you even see literal white supremacists echoing this narrative at certain points.

and as a result society treats everyone else as expendable.

Those of us who push that narrative are just as responsible as straight people. That might be hard to swallow but it’s the truth. If you use your privilege to pull yourself out of marginalization you’re responsible for all the people who get left behind.

some good louis things to think about when sad

  • the way large jumpers fall down his shoulder (and the sleeves down his wrists)
  • the fact that if he was your friend he’d 100% fight anyone who was mean to you
  • getting fast food while wearing no shoes
  • that old interview where he was really cute and flirty and said “i love grease”
  • “it said not to dial nine, so i dialed nine”
  • comfy clothes?? all the time?? louis is cozy chic and it makes me feel warm inside
  • the man goes to award shows in band t-shirts.. i love him so much
  • his soft voice when he talks to fans and calls them “love”
  • you know that video clip of someone complimenting his voice saying he makes 1d sound so special and he gets the loveliest smile and says “thanks”
  • i forgot what this post was about but anyway i love louis!!! so muc.h..

Part II of my silk dyeing and painting process… click below to read my explanation~ (*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

For this project, I went for free-style silk painting. There’s another method where you use a resist called gutta to draw your design lines in. After the resist dries, you can then fill the space inside the lines, (Much like a colouring book, just on silk~) and the dye will not bleed outside them. I will demonstrate this very soon, as there is one more piece for my Terra costume that requires this!

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Power of the Sun: Elusive Solar Neutrinos Detected, a Cosmic First

Tiny particles forged in the heart of the sun have been detected for the first time, offering scientists a glimpse into the nuclear fusion core of our closest star.

The subatomic particles, called neutrinos, are hallmarks of the dominant fusion process insidethe sun. Created in the first step of a reaction sequence responsible for the majority of the sun’s fusion, the particles have long eluded detection. Now, an international collaboration of more than 100 scientists working with the Borexino detector in Italy has made the first measurements of these elusive particles.

The new findings “allow us to look at the majority of the fusion reactions in the sun’s core in real time, as they happen, minus an eight-minute delay for travel to Earth,” Andrea Pocar, of the University of Massachusetts and part of the Borexino team, told by email.  "The measurement allows us to strongly confirm the model of the sun, and to take a ‘neutrino photograph’.“

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ISFJ Relationships

Relationships are the central focus of the ISFJ. Nothing is more important than making the people around them feel loved, safe and secure. They will put those they love ahead of themselves more often than not in order to avoid any conflict.

Keeping Feelings Inside

The ISFJ is not open with their feelings, often hiding them and expecting others to be able to ‘guess’ what is going on with them. When this doesn’t happen the ISFJ can feel very fragile and sensitive and will worry that they are unappreciated and unloved. The ISFJ is emotionally needy and can also be very clingy.

Devoted, At Times Overprotective

The ISFJ puts in a lot of effort into their relationships and commitments, and takes them very seriously. The amount of effort they put in makes them want to make sure that they will be around for a lifetime. They are dependable, reliable, and generous with their emotions as well as their belongings. Due to this nature, they can also be prone to excessive ‘mothering’ and overprotective behaviour, and sometimes go through periods of feeling as though they are being taken for granted.

colored girls won't be televised

Oh! see my women
smuggled as contraband
bagged blackmailed marrow
canned by the whipping hand
nautch girls hurled into obelisks
persona non grata; colonial harrow
in strata of risk - we be occupation
my gender is what - de trop donation?
                                           hell no!
the ration of melanin manhandled
in the cussed corridors of salvation
who you calling third world now?
since 5 i have been learning how
to lighten the sahara in my skin
the aubade of a pariah dyed
darker than the ante of mortal sin
latenight blondes tell me to whiten
the quirks between my thighs
to tighten the screws loose inside
the torque tinting these risqué eyes
she is taught a thresh, a thaw
to persuade a lesser sun
to un- & float by the bench mark
of these fox sharks ripping
the suede of a body
coronated in a bathtub’s blood arc
i am the same as she, her, the other
somali and sweet sixteen
clit sewn with catgut clean
mincemeat by the midriff
a whiff of scooped out sex,
specs on stiff sutured by cannabis
hex - oh you calling out my girls
i see -
i show you who we be
i be her - that one in the corner
i be the hijabi, tongue sharper
than wasabi, i be roller-skating
through the furlongs of your
parisian slang, the turntable
twang of privilege you are
debating, sly-hating, i be her
monsieur, the one who slid past
palms clutching the lolita in tehran,
i be 100% nabakov 100% koran
femen it’s my turn to take the chador
to your empty roar; keep them breasts
covered; my amens are reserved for
my spice racks, i keep the veil, the vile
interrupt me again and my hustle
will fall its tomahawk on your muscle
my girls be down like that
they be black, beige and brown like that
or sienna, sepia, flintlock buzzing
a countdown like that
i am tired of your “oh you are so exotic”
even your compliment is jabbed despotic
now i guess i am a bitch, a rabid rip
in the stitch, refugee - terrorist
you’d want me wrung by the wrist
you deign me primal, & you priest?
haul in your cavalry of exorcists
i am Isis, my motley always consists
of hell cats, harlots, slaves & knaves
my girls be chola, la diosa,
Tlazolteotl deep rooted, ill-bred
my girls be matangi
- diablo dulled by menstrual red
my girls be ummah 
- woven of the same golden thread
we be arsenal, armor, armies widespread
my girls come sweet-scented, accented
like henna on an eclipsed night
who i be? i be para romani bohemia
the tribal rifle shot for anesthesia
your revolution is a savy sleight,
call us animal, livestock, uncivilised?
you want me photo-shopped, sterilized
my girl’s got fangs for days
nights dug deeper than dog bites
don’t need you, your holy spiel
i get it on with freedom mine
your white-washed ways are
the fifth wheel
this flesh as power, as prayer
as light as earth as air
i take myself as i am
the darkness that chisels
the Universe
leaves it rare

Scherezade Siobhan©

note : this was important to me as a woman of colour.