I’m all here for the really cute turtle tot eps in the world but I’m actually here for the very real struggle it must have been for splinter to begin raising four kids on his own, scavenging for food, health supplies and warm clothes/blankets to survive their living conditions and his constant worry about their future tbh


Gaga performing Master Heartbreaker, Hollywood, Wonderful and Fever back in 2006


Master Heartbreaker - Stefani Germanotta Band


These old performances are some my absolute favourites, just proof of her talent. Master Heartbreaker is one of the best things she’s ever written!


Vintage Gaga. <3

You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your music player and write down the first 20 songs! Then tag 20 people!

I was tagged by: krysztofowicz

1. My Plague by Slipknot

2. My Wave by Soundgarden

3. The Pierced Spirit by Iced Earth

4. Victory Dance by My Morning Jacket 

5. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy

6. Year Zero by Ghost

7. Brat by Green Day

8. Zero by Smashing Pumpkins

9. Blue by A Perfect Circle

10. Sculpting the Throne Ov Seth by Behemoth

11. Scalpel by Alice in Chains

12. Submerged in Boiling Flesh by Cannibal Corpse

13. Loner by Black Sabbath

14. The Waiting by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

15. Master Exploder by Tenacious D

16. You Know You’re Right by Nirvana

17. Longview by Green Day

18. Hey Suburbia by Screeching Weasel 

19. Satanic Zombie Apocalypse by Lucifer D. Larynx and the Grind Dogs of Death

20. Dear Love by Dead Sara

I’m only tagging the lovely forced-abortion and griff-01000001 (and also maybe grindmorefaggot because he seems to like cool music)

AND ALSO bierserker


Oh my goddess!!! XD I’m dying! scarletconfusion jayy-heartbreak the-code-master

The Game Wins

You guys follow that Tumblr, theagonyofdefeat? It’s masterful for schadenfreude and heartbreaking for reliving personal experiences. Sports mean nothing objectively, but that’s a poignant way to capture the humanity behind tossing a puck at a net or dribbling a pumpkin around parquet. They don’t have an account like that for travel. It’s unnecessary because we all live it every day. Whether we get stuck in rush hour traffic, caught on a packed bus or, you know, trapped in an airport, we experience enough personal turmoil at the hands of getting from one place to another that we don’t need any more reminders. And yet, here I am, sitting at the bottom of Sisyphus’ mountain with a whole stone and only the remains of my resolve tucked in my hands. I’m going to have a hard time putting this into something other than a pure stream of profanity, but: I showed up to the O'Hare just late enough to be locked out of the ticketing system for the flight I intended to catch. When I approached a customer services representative for American Airlines, I was referred instead to the U.S. Airways desk, which lay next door and sported a line full of people checking their bags longer than the Lake Michigan shoreline. But I thought this was the “new American Airlines”? Oh no, no, not yet. The system’s due to merge in October, just late enough for it to be completely useless. After listing myself on a later flight, I went through security and charged to the earlier gate, not to see if I could catch the flight so much as by how much I missed it. Sure enough: five minutes. What’s your name? Masterson? “Oh, yes, I called your name bunches of times.” Just the poison to throw in this avalanche, ensuring a spirit of defeat and giving credence to what I can only call the irrefutability of the game.

I understand that this, that everything I describe with relation to the standby game, is a summit somewhere near the peak of #firstworldproblems. I get that. And yet, when people talk about how easy it is for me to get from one place to another, and I tell them it isn’t so easy, this is the kind of thing I’m talking about. Not that they’re up reading anonymous Tumblrs at 5 in the morning, 6 a.m. Eastern, but still. I have two shots at making it home, three if I’m particularly audacious, and even if I do today is not a day meant for sleep. Stay tuned for the continuation of my infinite waking nightmare.