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.
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.
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
want to be controlled and starts to rebel. (the turning point for
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”
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.”
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.
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!
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 Space.com by email. "The measurement allows us to strongly confirm the model of the sun, and to take a ‘neutrino photograph’.“
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.
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 and leaves it rare