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Rupaul’s Drag Race All Stars 3 - Dream Casting

Season 9 of RPDR is not yet concluded, so this list will have 12 queens from past seasons, with an amplied 2 additional spots for the runner-ups of S9. Because this Top 4 is glorious. Anyway, here is my dream casting for RPDR All Stars 3.

1. Ivy Winters

In season 5, Ivy Winters had iconic looks. Her mixture of drag and circus chique was captivating in her season. I’d love to see what else she is capable of now.

2. Milk

With season 9 queens who don’t fit the drag mold being eliminated for just that, Milk’s name is back up in conversation as a less conventional drag form. I would love to see All Stars 3 embracing that.

3. Laganja Estranja

Comedy. Personality. Looks. What else is there to say?

4. BenDeLaCreme

This bitch did couture with a hot glue gun. She deserves a AS3 ticket for sure.

5. Trixie Mattel

Trixie Mattel has taken the drag world by storm with her comedy, iconic style, and now music career. 

6. Thorgy Thor

Thorgy exudes energy and passion. Also we never got to see her play violin on her season.

7. Chi Chi DeVayne

Chi Chi at first seemed to be an underdog in her season. I think she could make top three if given a chance on AS3.

8. Kim Chi

Kim Chi is a human masterpiece.

9. Valentina


10. Naomi Smalls

Her growth throughout season 8 was astonishing. Let’s see how far she’s come since then.

11. Laila McQueen

We all missed Laila’s glow-up because of her early elimination. I didn’t recognize Laila at first, but I think she’s really grown and could hold her own on AS3.

12. Aja

Aja lacked a certain nerve on S9, but it would be interesting to see how she’s changed since her critiques and elimination from her season.

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A/N : Been working on this for the last few days. A bit of a long one. Hope you enjoy :) <3 xx

[Y/N] knocked twice on the Parker’s door, backing up against the adjacent wall, she waited to be let in. [Y/N] knew that she was extremely early but also knew that Peter wouldn’t mind. Knowing them, it was probably a good thing that she had arrived a few hours earlier than they had originally planned because this science project was not going to get started until really late tonight if not at all. She could just tell. In all honesty, the two of them shouldn’t ever be allowed to be partners for anything school related. It always ended the same. The two would lounge around on his bed or in her basement, listening to music, exchanging their unrealistic life goals, eating enough Chinese takeout and pizza to end world hunger. And hours before the project was due, the two would scramble, stay up all night, trying to glue and cut their way into some bullshit work that always ended up in a B-. 

The door opened, revealing Aunt May smiling bright. “Hey, kiddo.” She moved aside, allowing the teenage girl she’s known for years into the apartment. Aunt May adored [Y/N] and there was a big part of her that hoped that Peter would see what kind of girl he had right in front of his eyes. Anytime she tried to mention the topic of whether or not Peter liked [Y/N] more than just a friend, he’d freak out and change the subject, forcing May to drop it altogether until next time. 

“Hey, Aunt May.” [Y/N] said casually. She had been calling May, Aunt, for years now even though she wasn’t actually her aunt. It had began as an accident when Peter was helplessly trying to get her attention at a football game back in middle school. [Y/N] had climbed halfway up the fence and shouted Aunt May so loud that the entire game paused. And ever since then, it kind of stuck. 

Closing the door behind them, she moseyed on back to the kitchen where she was finishing up the dishes. “Planning on staying for dinner?” May asked, flickering a look towards the [hair color]. She had been prepping a slow cooker meal all morning. 

Grinning, she took a seat at the breakfast table, “Depends on what you made.” 

Chuckling, May shook her head and whipped a half wet towel in [Y/N]’s direction. “Have you ever turned down my cooking?” She placed a hand on her chest as if she was insulted and betrayed. “Have I ever cooked you a meal that was unsatisfactory.” 

Squealing loudly when the towel was inches from her shoulder, she laughed out. “You know I’ll always stay for dinner, Aunt May.” Resting her chin on her hand that lay flat on the table, she sighed. “Especially now more than ever.” 

May frowned, “Still that bad?” 

Groaning, she ran both hands through her hair. “Yes. I just wish they’d just agree on everything and get divorced already.” Her fingers toyed with the mess of pens that were no doubt from Peter’s backpack. “It’s frustrating and then when they do sit down and divvy things up, they fight over who’s going to take me.”

May kept her frown on her face. She hated that [Y/N] was in this kind of battle. Turning around, she popped open a container that had all sorts of baked treats inside. Sliding them over, she leaned against the counter. “Who would you choose?” 

“Neither.” [Y/N] said as she bit into an oatmeal raisin cookie. Groaning with her mouth full, she looked at May and half smiled. “How about I just move in with you and Peter.” 

May chuckled, “You know that door,” pointing towards the front door, “is always open to you, kiddo. Always.” Putting the lid back on the container, she firmly stated. “Always.” 

[Y/N] was about to respond with gratitude but was interrupted by Peter stumbling out of his bedroom. He wore a stupid, tired grin on his face while his hair looked like it had been through hell and back in his sleep

“Morning, sunshine.” [Y/N] spoke with humor in her words. Glancing down at her watch, she snickered. “It’s only half past noon.” 

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❛ We exist because of sex. ❜
❛ It’s not something to be afraid of. ❜
❛ It’s something to honour, to enjoy. ❜
❛ Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. ❜
❛ Decay and death haunt every breath we take. ❜
❛ Sometimes you make a mistake. ❜
❛ You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it. ❜
❛ Labels are the opposite of understanding. ❜
❛ I fall in love with the person, not their genitals. ❜
❛ I have no room in my heart for hate. ❜
❛ That which does not kill you makes you stronger. ❜
❛ I don’t think anyone knows what life they will live. ❜
❛ That’s what makes life feel alive. ❜
❛ Life is not just full of surprises. It’s also full of gifts. ❜
❛ Courage. It is contagious. ❜
❛ People who bear the full weight of truth sometimes break. ❜
❛ We are taught to smile and to pretend all are equally important to us. ❜
❛ But out heart always knows the truth. ❜
❛ I don’t know how to drive! ❜
❛ We may be married, but my body is mine! ❜
❛ You have nothing to apologize for. ❜
❛ What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? ❜
❛ If so, we are more human than any human ever will be. ❜
❛ Some things in our lives are inevitable. ❜
❛ Love like art, must always be free. ❜
❛ Impossibility is a kiss away from reality. ❜
❛ This is what life is: fear, rage, desire… love. ❜
❛ Our existence depends on sheer implausibility. ❜
❛ I push all of it into my fist, and I fight for it. ❜
❛ I take everything I am feeling, everything that matters to me… ❜
❛ The bed keeps you in the slum. ❜
❛ I march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we. ❜
❛ The pleasure of your lover must become your own. ❜ 

❛ But at the same time, you must also remain… selfish. ❜
❛ I used to be like you. ❜
❛ I used anything I could to insulate. ❜
❛ I never felt so… completely alone. ❜
❛ It’s obedience, not resistance. ❜
❛ I… I felt safe. ❜
❛ Eventually I felt protected, you know. ❜
❛ Music… books… booze. ❜ 

❛ I learned life and death are always so mixed up together. ❜
❛ I’m also a we. And we march with pride. ❜
❛ I was afraid of this parade. ❜
❛ I wanted so badly to be a part of it. ❜
❛ I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid. ❜
❛ For a long time, I was afraid to be who I am. ❜
❛ I was taught by my parents that there’s something wrong with someone like me. ❜
❛ That’s the glue of every country, every army, every religion in the world. ❜


So I don’t normally do this, but this week’s TAZ episode drove me absolutely crazy and I actually had to write fanfic. For the first time in my adult life. I had to work out Lucretia’s character arc during Cycle Sixty-Five, and I hope you’ll enjoy. 

The world is ending. One lonely little nerd, camped out on a planet that doesn’t understand her, must discover the strength to hold off the apocalypse.

Day One

Her head was on fire. So was the hall.

“Davenport?” she whispered as she sat up. The hall was above her, somehow. The ship was sitting on its side. “Magnus? Merle?” If there’d been some kind of accident, they’d come to save her. “Lupe?” A beam of agony split her head as a metal beam creaked, ripped, and crashed loudly just around the corridor. If the mage was practicing her fire spells near Lucretia’s books, after she’d been told over and over …

But there was nothing. No response. Not even Lupe’s apology-minus-actual-apology little snorted laugh. She was alone, and her uniform—fresh, in her recorded state—was soaked with water

My cabin, she remembered. Davenport and Magnus had been arguing over their first stop, and she’d ducked back into her cabin to get away. She hated it when they argued. I went back to my cabin. There was an explosion. The water …

“Fisher!” she yelled, scrambling to her feet. Water was dripping from a long crack in the voidfish’s tank. The beast itself was nervously twisting its tentacles left and right, humming a fearful tune.

She shouted, kicking fallen books out of the stream’s path as she ran for her gear trunk. The duct tape was on the very bottom, beneath a dozen extra quills and a box of cartography tools. Silver tape tore in her teeth as she slapped sections over the leak. At last, the flow slowed, and the voidfish stilled.

“Stay right there,” she said, trying to sound authoritative. The voidfish didn’t seem reassured. “I’ll go get your buddy. Magnus will make this right. He’ll protect us.”

It made a nervous cooing sound.

“No, I’m not sure what calamari is,” she lied. “But don’t worry, I won’t let Taako anywhere near you.”

The fire had died down. The walls were steel—only the wooden supply crates had burned in the blast’s aftermath—and her shoes had enough grip that she could climb the listing hall. Dim sunlight was filtering through the ship. The hull had been breached somewhere. We were attacked! She should hear the mage twins shouting taunts as they returned fire, the pounding crack of the electric siege ballista Magnus had picked up eight cycles ago. All was still.

What will we do? she thought, trying to distract herself from the stillness. This was a bleak world they’d come to. There’d be no beach time, no painting. There’d been less and less of that in the past few cycles. It’ll probably take us months to repair this damage, and the Light of Creation … how could they hope to retrieve it in time if they spent all their year making repairs? Another damned plane. Another.

After so long, it felt like a punch in the gut. Would she spend another year tucked in her room, interviewing this world’s inhabitants, scrawling down another history only she would read? It was the only thing she could do. The only thing she was good for. The only weapon she had.

Merle, she thought, coughing as she climbed across the tipped bridge. The metal of the rail was still hot. Blisters sprung up where her fingers accidentally brushed it. Merle, where are you? She needed the old dwarf, his terrible jokes, his practically-negligent spellcraft, his deep well of faith in humanity and their mission. “Hello?” she called. “Anyone? Anyone?”

Her voice echoed off the vaulted metal ceiling. A terrible panic gripped her. It was like she was back in grade school all over again, walking into a cafeteria where people would laugh at her and pull on her bun, banished to a table on the far side of the room where her only friends were her books. Stay calm, Lucretia. You’re almost a hundred years old. You can handle this.

At last, she could peer through the hole the blast had left. Tracks led off into the distance. Heavy wheels had rutted an impromptu path. Close-set steps showed where a halfling had walked for a few meters—then, where he’d collapsed and been dragged.

She was alone.

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Top 10 Empire Records quotes:

10. Say no more, mon amour.

9. Damn the man.

8. What’s with today today?

7. Shock me, shock me, shock me with that deviant behavior.

6. I do not regret the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.

5. This music is the glue of the world, Mark. It’s what holds it all together. Without this, life would be meaningless.

4. Who knows where thoughts come from; they just appear.

3. I don’t feel I need to explain my art to you, Warren.

2. In the immortal words of The Doors, “the time to hesitate is through.”

1. Now Debra, don’t be bitter. Certainly with your ever growing collection of flesh mutilating silver appendages and your brand new neo-nazi boot camp makeover the boys will come a-runnin’.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you habe tips on coping with weight gain when in eating disorder recovery? I'm now just starting recovering and I'm panicking the hell out for the weight gaining and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm scared that once I'll see how much I gained, I will right away fall straight back down. So do you have tips for coping with weight gain? Or your eating disorder recovery experience from the very beginning? Thank you! Love you!❤❤❤

It makes me super happy to hear you’re recovering!!!

  • baggy clothes are e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g
  • leggins or elastic pants are gifts from heaven. use them well, harry
  • if you can, take your sick clothes and donate them, rip them apart, burn them in the stake. whatever you need to do to get them out of your life for good. for me its a pair of jeans but basically, if its tight or if you used them much in your worse moments, kiss them goodbye, they’ll only trigger you in the future. you can either buy cheap clothes, or ask clothes borrowed from your mom, sisters, brothers, even friends. 
  • gather all your strenght and delete body checks, unfollow/block triggering accounts, unfriend toxic people
  • make your selfies not body-focused. you wont mean it that way but subconsciously, you may tend to do body checks out of pics that otherwise would just capture happy moments!
  • take a lot of pics about your life!! capture the simple things
  • which leads to this piece of advice: try to pay attention to whats going on around you! when you’re recovering, sometimes you tend to pay way too much attention to your inner world: aka, thoughts. “but I am getting fat!” “no I cant do this, I want this to stop” “its too much food” “omg I feel so gross, I want to die”. Okay. but what’s going on around you whilst you’re either panicking or riding the guilt trip? does that food look good? how does it smell? who made it? how does it taste? what are other people doing? how’s the weather? how does the sun feel on your skin? what thas the air feel like? is it warm? chilly? are there any kittens or puppies close enough for you to pet? are there flowers to watch? look at the colors, the textures. feel things
  • I cant stress this enought but stay away of scales.
  • and mirrors.  specially if you get easily triggered, avoid anything that would end in some sort of body check.
  • which brings me to a weird tip: shower at night with the lights off. I know it may not be ideal, but when the sun is set, you turn the bathroom’s lights off and light like a candle or something and you shower in the dark. for me, seeing my body was unbearable so it helped me to enjoy the shower without picking at myself for getting bigger. you can also put music and sing along.
  • watch a lot of tv shows. read a lot of books. find a fandom that will suck you in and help you not overthink things. for me it was harry potter. I spent all summer eating and gaining and I swallowed fanfiction as much as I swallowed food and let me tell you, it helped a lot.
  • ART THERAPY!!! which in my world means you grab a crappy notebook or set of papers, scisors, glue, colors, watercolors (anything that moves your boat, really) and try and do something creative. If you are not super creative (like me), start by copying drawings from tumblr, insta, pinterest or just google. then gradually move on from that to your own creations (I guess I am stuck at stage one hahaha damn)
  • JOURNALING!! which also means grabbin a crappy notebook!! and a pencil!! and writing about your day, your fears, your concerns, your feelings, your recovery wins, your highs, your lows, your dreams, your poetry, your thoughts, your short term bucket list (there’s no hurry. set goals you can achieve within a year. keep yourself moving, doing). its super important to include the good stuff as much as the bad stuff. dont use your journal just to vent, use it to write down positive stuff too, so on the bad days you can go back to those entries and remind yourself that ‘this too shall pass’ and that you wont be hurting forever. and learn from the ‘bad’ or ‘negative’ entries. 
  • you can mix your artsy stuff with your journaling stuff (I do and it makes everything look and sound 100% better)
  • comfy shoes 
  • sleep as much as you need. seriously. when I first started that part of my recovery, I used to sleep until 6pm almost everyday. 14hs per day, give or take. I NEEDED THAT. 
  • if you need to stay up late and be by yourslef, quietly sitting at your computer or watching movies or reading or whatever, do it. there were times I stood up late enough to see the sunrise, which I had never done, but there’s so much beauty and piece that early in the morning.
  • challenge yourslef everyday. at least a little bit. and notice I am not talking strictly about food. for me it were things like “make your bed” or “brush your hair” or “get out of the house for at least 10 minutes”. somedays you wont be able to do it and that’s gonna be okay
  • keep yourself busy. remember that gain weight is not the end of the world, but feeding your ED is gonna be the end of your world. and remember that saying yes to dessert doesnt make you weak or less than a person and it doesnt mean you’re instantly cured or that you were never sick in the first place. which brings me to this: RECOVER AT YOUR OWN RATE. whether it takes you years or just months, it will not invalidate your suffering. you cant recover ‘too fast’ and even if you feel like you do, that does not mean you werent that sick. it just means you were lucky enough. it means you pushed hard enough and that you were brave enough and strong enough to quickly accept the changes that come along with recovery. 

Hope this helped a little!! I am rooting for you♥


It is time for mr min, our d-boy (that’s just one of my new favorite things to call him tbh) Min Suga

  • Tbh a bit of a quiet kid
  • He’s the kid that it’s in the back of the class drumming with his pencils and making his own lil beats
  • He’s normally off in his own world doing his own thing and minding his own business
  • He normally wears baggy clothes a lot of big t-shirts sometimes hoodies
  • His hair is forever messy, you can always count on him coming in with bedhead
  • He doesn’t really talk to the other kids unless he’s spoken to
  • It’s not bc he’s trying to be rude or mean or anything like that, he just likes sticking to himself
  • Ironically though, he’s the one that befriends you
  • Some kids were being mean and teasing you about your backpack and your shoes basically everything
  • You’re just so ??? bc you liked your shoes and your backpack but then one of the kids pushes you to the ground and they throw your backpack across the schoolyard
  • You just start crying bc you are five and shit like that could set off a full grown adult let alone a small child
  • You see someone hold your backpack out towards you and you look up to see a lil Yoon just silently standing there
  • You take it and you see he’s gathered all of the papers that fell out of it and you tell him thnx bc hey man appreciate it
  • He just sits next to you and you two are silent for a lil bit while you’re sniffling and calming down and then he’s just like “you know I like your backpack and your shoes are pretty cool”
  • You just smile at him and tell you like his shoes too even though you can see how worn out they are but he somehow makes it work
  • He smiles back at you and its just all baby teeth and gums and eye smiles and it’s in that moment you two are just like ight we are now best friends
  • You start sitting next to him in the back and you two just draw together and sometimes you draw each other but he takes his drawing really seriously and is like “wait wait wait this angle is great, don’t move Y/N no you’re moVING STO P”
  • “I’m literally just breathing??”  
  • “Just stay still for a second”
  • Even though to the adults it’s just a stick figure and some scribbles to represent hair, to you two it’s a masterpiece that looks uncannily like you
  • You get your mother to help you hang it up on your wall and it stays up there until you move out of your family home once you’ve grown up (you take it with you when you move bc it’s a precious childhood memory)
  • Fast forward to when you two are 8
  • He’s still the same Yoon you’d grown to love except now his limbs are longer and lanky and his bottom front tooth is missing
  • He still loves his hoodies and baggy clothes
  • He’s still quiet and sticks to you bc you’re “the only friend I need, why would I have a ton when I can have you and be totally fine?”
  • He starts to get even more into music and you suggest him becoming a singer even though you’ve never heard him sing and he just starts laughing
  • “I don’t sing no nope nO”
  • You decide to have a karaoke night one night bc you’re curious to see why he was so quick to brush off the thought of singing
  • He exaggerates his voice and purposely goes off tune and lets his voice break at all of the high notes but it’s honestly hilarious like only Min Yoongi could pull it off tbh
  • You give him the nickname of Suga when he gets you (and by “he” I mean it’s actually his mother under his guidance bc 8 although he does pay for half with some money he’s saved up and he feels v v proud) the new toy you’d mentioned literally once like a month ago but he still remembered it
  • “Since you’re so sweet, you are now going to be called sugar”
  • “Make it Suga and I’m in”
  • You buy him his first hip hop album along with a pair of headphones and that honestly just launches him into the world of hip hop
  • He’s always talking about the newest song by his favorite artist and you’re just as enthusiastic bc you two always support each other and your likes no matter what they are
  • Like when you went through a phase where you really liked horses, he was just like “k”
  • Despite being so quiet around others, he’s completely okay with talking a mile a minute with you
  • You two talk for hours upon hours about everything from music to the bug you saw yesterday to what dinner would be that night
  • He just kinda glues himself to your hip and doesn’t let go
T101 Game: Produce Your Friends Group!

Things in the LO/\E fandom are sucky right now, so let’s play a game! It goes like this: Choose from your mutuals and friends and assign their roles in your own group to Debut them! If you’re tagged in the group, you then become CEO and Debut your own group, OR you can tag other people after!

Group Name: Empress9
Group Color: Blood Red
Members: @letmecastaspellforyou, @fuckyeaharonkwak @baekhodontdoit
@dancingemlin @taeminkki @pledisangels @iamadboy @beautiful-goodbyebye @nu-blessed
Debut Song of Group: Insomniac
Produced by: Kang Dongho
Record Label: Hwang Enterprises 

Read below the cut for group member informations!!!

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If I Stay - Sentence Memes

  • “It’s very inconvenient to fall in love when you are so young.”
  • “Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.”
  • “Because love, it never dies, never goes away, never fades, so long as you hold on to it.” 
  • “Come on don’t get greedy.” 
  • “Isn’t it amazing how life is one thing and then, in an instant it becomes something else.” 
  • “You just work through it. You just hang in there.” 
  • “What can I say, baby? True love’s a bitch.” 
  • “Life is this big fat gigantic stinking mess. But that’s the beauty of it too.” 
  • “Honey, guilt and bribery are the glue that have held parents and teenagers together for generations. Don’t fight tradition.” 
  • “Why do I get this feeling you’re about to mess up my entire life?” 
  • “Guys play music for two reasons. To get laid, and because they got rage. But mostly to get laid.” 
  • “There are two types of people in the world. Those who like real coffee, and those who like froufrou drinks with ridiculous names.” 
  • “It’s like that old saying, ‘Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans’.” 
  • “And then there’s me. I thought I knew where I was going. I thought I had it all mapped out. Turns out, I had no idea.” 
  • “Sacrifice… that’s what we do for the people we love.” 
  • “The you I love now is the same you I was in love with yesterday. The same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.” 
  • “Dying is easy. Living is hard.” 
  • “I figured if you look at it every night, it won’t seem so scary when you get there.” 
  • “What if it doesn’t work out? Are you gonna be there to pick up the pieces?” 
  • “I’m still here, and I’m still crazy in love with you.” 
  • “I’m not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I’m not sure that I want to wake up.”
  • “A little mess never hurt anybody.”
  • “I want it to be over!”
  • “I’ll let you go if you stay.” 
  • “Love can make you immortal.” 
  • “I’m not choosing but I’m running out of fight.” 
  • “Going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.” 
  • “People believe what they want to believe.” 
  • “I love that you’re fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass.” 
  • “We are born in one day. We die one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.” 
  • “If you live, if you die, it’s all up to you. So whatever fight you’ve got in you, you’ve gotta pull it out now.” 
  • “It will be the kind of pain that won’t feel real at first, and when it does, it will take your breath away.” 
  • “I’m feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.” 
  • “A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I’ve heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like?”
  • “This is too much. I don’t even understand how it all works, why I’m here in the state that I’m in or how to get out of it if I wanted to.”

who is michael jackson ? are you serious ?

please excuse me so i can rant .

michael jackson was the king of pop rock and soul . he was a genius . he was a warrior . he was a prisoner in this hell hole we call society . he was the bravest man i’ve ever known . he was an angel sent from heaven , not only was he the greatest and most talented man , but a philanthropist and a patriarch for the jackson family . the glue that kept everyone together . he loved and cared for children and cared so much to make this world a better place .

he was goofy , crazy , hilarious , loving , kind , beautiful , lovable , incredible and the best , most loving father probably ever to exist . i am so grateful and honoured to have known him for over 10 years . he was my life . the only thing that really brought me true happiness .

michael jackson was the greatest thing that ever happened to the music industry …and my life

—  Paris Jackson’s response to the question ‘Who is Michael Jackson :-)’ on Formspring in 2012, three years after his passing.

Pictured above: Beyoncé Carter moving across the MTV VMA’s stage in July 2014 while the word “FEMINIST” is glowing behind her.

Why Beyoncé’s Self-Titled Album Matters

December 13, 2013 is a day that changed the music industry forever.  Beyoncé Carter, a chart-topping triple threat, released a digital-only, visual album with no warning. Carter fearlessly tackled taboo topics such as sex, female empowerment and body positivity through the each of the 14 songs and 17 music videos released that day.  The videos forced the world to sit down and see the album as a body of work with a message, not a bunch of songs eager to please the masses.

 While Queen Bey isn’t technically royalty, it would be pretty hard to guess that if you looked at the internet alone, which is where the nickname comes from.  Carter constantly and relentlessly speaks out for women.  She’s released short films, been a part of global movements and campaigns and tackles feminism through her music.  Since openly declaring herself a feminist, each of her concerts includes an interlude before her song, “***Flawless” that samples parts of Nigerian author and feminist’s Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Ted Talk, “We Should All Be Feminists.”  The interlude, completed with a dark stage and light pink letters features Adichie saying,

“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much.  You should aim to be successful, but not too successful.  Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage.  I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important.  Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support.  But why do we teach to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same?  We raise girls to see each other as competitors — not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men.  We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.  Feminist: the person who believes in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes.”

I do not know how much more powerful that excerpt could be – it exposes so many expectations that females have in today’s society.  Seconds after this interlude ends, Carter aggressively throws herself into, “***Flawless,” the anthem that, “I woke up like this,” came from.  The phrase, “I woke up like this,” isn’t supposed to be taken literally, according to The-Dream in an interview with The Atlantic’s Spencer Kornhaber; rather the “oxymoron” encourages women to wake up “feeling good” about who they are inside.  

The album is a call-to-action of sorts.  The call to action is not focused on Beyoncé Carter, though.  It is focused on encouraging the viewer to find themselves as a person with different sides and emotions, just like.

While experiencing the album, there is an underlying feeling that Carter is in a race with herself through the recurring images of destroying trophies.  The beginning is about the superficiality of “Pretty Hurts” and how people will physically hurt themselves in an attempt to be perfect.  The end is a song titled, “Blue,” that features her daughter, Blue Ivy Carter, and viewers can see that competition is not what is most important to her.  It becomes clear that her family and motherhood are, but along the way Carter must discover that by feeling the complete range emotions Carter displays in her videos. 

Anyone can see her fear in songs like “Ghost,” that focus on corporations controlling her and the masses through lyrics like, “Working nine to five just to stay alive.”   

Anyone can see her love for her husband in songs like, “Drunk in Love,” and “Rocket,” which are two very different songs.  “Drunk” is like “Crazy in Love’s” older sister that is looking for a good time with the one she loves.  “Rocket” is a ballad that emphasizes how great it is to be around one that you love through harmonies and ad-libs throughout the music.

Anyone can see Carter embrace sexuality in songs like, “Partition,” which is easily the most explicit song she has ever released.  In fact, Carter did not limit the song to her own sexuality.  She embraced the need for women (including feminists) to be sexual through the closing French lines,

“Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?  Le sexe. Je veux dire, l'activité physique.  Le coït. Tu aimes ça?  Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?  Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe, mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent.”

which translates to,

“Do you like sex?  Sex. I mean, the physical activity.  Coitus. Do you like it?  You’re not interested in sex?  Men think that feminists hate sex, but it’s a very stimulating and natural activity that women love.” in English.

The song received backlash for its descriptive nature, which was shocking.  Carter made it clear in the video that the song (and most of the album) was not for a faceless listener: it was for her husband, whom she has been in a relationship with for over a decade.

Viewers of the visual album can feel Carter’s hurt through other songs like “Heaven,” which she wrote because one of her mother’s best friends was dying of cancer.  The song can bring tears to the eyes of so many when Carter croons, “We laughed at the darkness, so scared that we lost it.  We stood on the ceilings.  You showed me love was all you needed.  Heaven couldn’t wait for you.” 

The self-titled album redefines Beyoncé in so many ways.  She is no longer the pop star she was once thought of.  She’s an icon and a feminist, despite the harsh misconceptions the terms have.  At the end of the 17 videos, it is so obvious she is a multifaceted woman who experiences struggle, despite being thought of having everything in the world she could ever want.  The album liberates her from the confines of the media’s labeling, and she has stepped up to call on music listeners to step up to bat and swing.  Carter clearly wants a positive change in this world, and she has made herself the beginning of it.  

In the last video of a short series about her album, Carter asserts that, “The glue that ties this whole album together is honesty… I’ve done so many things in my life and my career, that at this point, I feel like I’ve earned the right to be me and to express any and every side of myself.”  In an interview with Time Magazine’s Sheryl Sandberg she added that the album was also possible through “hard work” and “authenticity.”  This interview, by the way, was Beyoncé’s acceptance interview for Time Magazine’s “The 100 Most Influential People” list, where Carter ranked number one in the world.  The list isn’t about her music or her successes – it’s about her influence on culture and society as a while.

During the album release party for “BEYONCÉ”, Carter talked about bravery and personal growth.  She talked about how she took every insecurity she had and put them into the album, then was shot down by record company after record company, even after her successes, records and sales in the music industry.  Upon completion of the album, Carter states that she is “proud of [herself] as a woman for taking the risks and the biggest message is owning your imperfections and all the things that make you interesting because I refuse to allow someone to put me in anyone’s box.”  To create the album, she chose a team of female underdogs who nobody believed in, and they all made it possible and did it.  They challenged stereotypes and “broke the rules.”

Carter chose to be her own manager and establish herself as a powerhouse because she wanted to “show other women that when you get to this point in your career, you don’t have to go sign with someone else and share your money and success. You do it yourself,” and admitted to how fearful of failure she was when releasing the album without notice.  Carter even admitted to doubting herself, which is a normal trait for humans to feel when stepping out of their comfort zones.  It is clear that had Carter not harvested her fears to feed her drive and motivation, she would not be the person she is today, nor this album have come for the world to experience.

I will leave you, the reader, with one final question.  What would you do if you weren’t afraid of failure?


I was just thinking about Larry killing this song earlier this morning, and I came across this WS vid I hadnt seen yet by @ceetrucon from Camden NJ after party. I never want the freestyle to end when he’s like this! 😳 Gives me that eyeball glue syndrome n I forget the rest of the world. Check that page for a few more vids u may not have seen. ☺️😍💙⭐️💯 #lestwins #larrybourgeois #lestwinson #freestyle #killer #musicality

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stan aesthetics
  • sweating through nice clothes.
  • humming along to disco music as you glue together dead animals
  • saying that kids need to know how the world works but coddling any kids you actually know, making sure you don’t swear around them, toning down your jokes about the inevitability of death, and learning to make pancakes
  • that face you always make when people laugh after you tell them you don’t have a tattoo
  • hotel bedrooms with ripped sheets and a view of the pool, gently glowing in the lamp light. flipping through crappy hotel cable and laughing at the grainy public access psas. keep litter, drugs, and riff-raff out of Salem, Springfield, Madison. you laugh, knowing you’re the one bringing it all in.
  • tinny broken car radios and windows covered in plastic wrap. pinched highway maps and trash everywhere and not a bite to eat
  • making up stories about scars
  • thinking about gals and fellows you dated two months, two weeks, two days and wondering what went wrong between dances, drinking, soda shops. but also knowing that who you are was what was wrong
  • doing stand up comedy but you’re the only one who laughs
  • things show up at your door and you shrug and take them in, joking all the way that they’ll have to pay for your 5 star service as you rush them to the kitchen table. but you don’t cheat monsters or goats or bug-eyed children. you remember the way it feels hovering over a dirty door step, the way knocking on a door feels like reaching for another world.
  • dark jokes delivered loudly, rude truths presented as comedy and orchestrated lies you take more seriously than anything else
  • watching tv all the time because you feel alone and the tv sounds like people talking to you, like the underdog wins, like someone could love you again, ugly face, ugly clothes, ugly soul and all.
  • wearing a fez even though you were kicked out of the lodge, sneaking into the gym late at night to get out of membership fees, and wishing you’d stolen more from your father when you had the chance.
  • Brass knuckles and cheap suits. a small neatly tied ribbon, punching monsters, and learning rocket science in your A Shirt and boxers, stealing parts from the dump for technology outdated and futuristic and improvised. dates circled on calendars that melt from important to ordinary in the instant you fail. walking into the fire for your family and not knowing if you’ll ever come out. it’s all for them and if you don’t make it out……. then at least someone did
playlist for soaking in your own company

attic abasement - australia
bjork - it’s not up to you
galaxie 500 - tugboat
glue trip - lucid dream
levitation room - until you reach your last breath
sufjan stevens - no shade in the shadow of the cross
fleetwood mac - man of the world
rosie carney - your moon
the olympians - pluto’s lament

danandphilCRAFTS gothic
  • their faces are flipped. they are unrecognisable. you cannot look away from those cold, reversed eyes. you look closely. their eyes are black, endless voids, hidden under flipped fringes. you look away. your room is flipped. the world is back to front. you do not know what is real anymore. 
  • phil’s voice is a dull, low drone. it does not sound like him. you hear it echoing in your head when you turn on the radio, when you listen to music, when you listen to your own thoughts. when you go to bed, it bids you goodnight. 
  • you extend your glue until the effort is so painful you start to cry. you put down the glue and you wipe away your tears. your fingers come away red and sparkly. looking down, you see no glue, only a massive, swirling pit of darkness where it used to be.
  • you keep making squareflakes. you cannot stop. they line your windows and your bookshelves. all of them have eyes, and noses, and mouths. when you turn off the lights, they close their eyes. as you make them, you are sure you can hear a grumble, a cry of pain.
  • you attempt to make a glitter face. there is a pentagram. you wonder what it means. you do it again. a pentagram. not again. you can hear whispers. again. a pentagram. not again. not again.
  • people show you their glitter faces, one by one. each one is sad, except yours. you know you are next.
  • “pro tip,” someone greets you. “pro tip,” you reply, quietly. the glitter clogs the air. you cannot see. when the red and grey fades, there is one less person than before, a silhouette of white paper on the floor. “mmm, pro tip,” everyone agrees, knowledgeably, nodding.
  • you must not mix the glitter, but you have to. you need to. you press your hand to your friend’s. they won’t let go. the glitter won’t come off your hand, either. it stays in the cracks of your table for weeks. whenever you try to clean it away, you hear tuts of disapproval. 
  • “don’t cry, craft!” everyone tells you. you do what they say. you have not cried since 1869. you cannot remember what it is like to feel sad. this does not feel like a blessing.
  • the next day, dan and phil are back to normal, their fringes the right way round. they do not recall april 1st at all. “we did not make a crafts video,” they say. their eyes are no longer black. they are telling the truth: their eyes widen when they see the glue and glitter coating their fingers.

Ok I know today is French Friday or whatever but this just blew my mind.

Japanese teenage girl dancing metal band.

Singing about chocolate.

World's Saviors ft. Opal (Steven Universe Parody)
World's Saviors ft. Opal (Steven Universe Parody)

Written and Sung by: Perfectlyvindictive

Instrumental by: R. Kelly


I am a erratic
I am emphatic
Oh, I am a cracked gem
Trying to be whole again
I am an army
Up on the front lines
Oh, I am a combines  
These two gems of mine

If you ever ask me who we are
I’ll just take you by the hand, show you what i’m made of

I’m that courage deep inside
I’m that last hope they confine
Just a fusion
Don’t draw to conclusions
And i’m that everlasting feud
When they argue i’ll pull through
I know it mmm
We’re the world’s savior’s

I am a giant (as you put it)
I take down the evil, oh
I am abandoned
Forgotten and barren
I am a a maelstrom
Raging and uncontrolled
I am an enigma
I won’t be belittled
If anybody asks you who I am
Please tell tell them all, my intentions mean well  

I’m that conflicting bit of rage
I’m that feeling you can’t deny
Just a fusion
Don’t draw to conclusions
And i’m that feeling you can not cope
When reminded we’re less than we’d hoped
I think i’ve found it
How exactly we fit

In the abyss of existence,
i’ll learn to love
And our world will finally be at peace (oh, yeah)
We’ll get through this, i know we can do this, we’ll  come out strong (we’ll be strong)

I’m that feeling you discard
I’m that worse scare you, made
I guess i’m human
Through all this confusion
And I’m that jealous bit inside
Cause what was once mine is left behind
I’ve tried to
Forget about you

I’m that courage deep inside
I’m much more than meets the eye
Hey, we made it
We’re the gems, so courageous
And I’m that feeling you can’t deny
When your sad its okay to cry
Feeling better
I’ve never felt lighter  

I’m that person you can confide
We’re the worriers taking strides
Hey, we’re fusing
Gotten over all the bruises
And i’m that adhesive glue
When they argue i’ll pull through
We know it mmm
I’m the world’s savior

We came to fight
In battle we will win
Believed at our gem core
We could finally get along
And you were right here
To help us fuse, yeah
We used to be rivals
Now we can just march on with you
We’re the saviors

I finally feel whole again
(this was requested :) i hope you like it!)

anonymous asked:

So....what's the big deal with One Direction? I don't get it.

The main thing, despite all the fuckery and bullshit their management drags them through, they can SING THEIR ASSES OFF. 

They’re genuinely good dudes.  Other respected musicians have nothing but kind things to say about them.

  • “That’s an interesting rumour. I don’t know if I can confirm or deny that, but what I will say is that I did hang out with One Direction in London. It sounds completely generic to say, but I’m always impressed or extremely happy when I end up in the same room with a band who are at the stage of nuclear explosion in their career and they’re so normal it almost turns you off. Like, “How are you not more messed up right now? I’m looking for syringes, where are they?” [Suddenly] Yes, we did do something is the truth. I can’t say what it’s for, though.” - Ryan Tedder of OneRepublic on One Direction
  • “I’m saying One Direction are brilliant and I’m not kidding,” Martin said. “You know why? Because their songs are really good and I don’t think that any of them are going to go solo. I think they appreciate their chemistry from watching their movie.” Martin is such a fan that he got flustered meeting One Direction singer Harry Styles. “I was like this, ‘I was pretty sure I was a straight guy before,’” Martin joked.  ”I was having a hot flush.” - Chris Martin of Coldplay on One Direction/Harry

Not only did they deserve to be where they are because they are genuinely talented and they earned it, BUT THEY WANTED IT SO FUCKING BAD.  

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A Magical Day
  • Person: Disney is for kids.
  • Me: Oh REALLY?
  • : I smile insanely as I kidnap them, drive them to Walt Disney World, buy them a pair of mickey ears, glue them to their head, make them watch Wishes and right when the music starts I lean in close and whisper.. "if you don't cry I'm pushing you off the ferry on the way back to the parking lot."