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Independence Day (Día de la Independencia) is a Mexican holiday to celebrate the “cry of independence” on September 16, 1810, which started a revolt against the Spaniards. It follows from the day of the Cry of Dolores (El Grito de Dolores), on September 15.

I’m not proud of most of the citizens on Mexico or my president, but i am surely damn proud of the country itself. I love the music, i love the food, i love the places, so here’s some of my favorite musicians that proudly represent Mexico! Pinta tu madre patria de colores, so you can’t tell the difference entre los others. 

VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES. 

(please don’t repost this anywhere/ no republiquen). 

#Songbird

Molly Hooper can’t sing.

Sherlock Holmes is an excellent musician with near-perfect pitch and he is therefore very aware that Molly Elizabeth Alison Hooper. Cannot. Sing.

She can’t. She simply hasn’t the capacity.

If a single note were to find its way inside Molly’s head it would die from loneliness and neglect, post haste, probably taking some much-needed brain cells with it-

Molly Hooper is no songbird and she knows it.

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HALF THE HEIGHT, TWICE THE FIGHT: a lady kima of vord workout playlist. [LISTEN HERE]

i. hit & run/hayley kiyoko
ii. i kissed a girl/katy perry
iii. people like us/kelly clarkson
iv. born this way/lady gaga
v. ghost/halsey
vi. my shot/the roots, joell ortiz, busta rhymes, nate ruess
vii. hero/pegboard nerds, elizaveta
viii. the holy avenger/kraddy
ix. believer/imagine dragons
x. all about us/t.a.t.u.
xi. doomsday/globus
xii. lepcis magna/e.s. posthumus
xiii. freedom fighters/thomas bergersen, two steps from hell
xiv. preliator/globus
xv. kingdom of avilion/jo blankenburg
xvi. theme from the bodyguard/alan silvestri

cover art by @viktormon

my favourite setting for twelfth night is in space, somewhere on the crest of our radio waves. and orsino is lying there in all his spacey-vaguely-david-bowie-esque glory listening to crackling waves of jazz.

I am the storm and you are the eye

Request: Hi i was wondering if you could do a blurb where you had a bad day at work/school and harry cheers you up?? thank you!

You have a bad day at work and Harry makes you feel better

    Its a warm summer night with a bit a cold breeze, i just looked down at my watch which reads that it is 6:51. Harry must be wondering where I am and why I haven’t shown up at home yet. But to my knowledge he wasn’t that much surprised since I have to stay late at work most nights. It was the beginning of August so it was getting even closer to autumn. It wasn’t the best day, but I could really just be saying that to try to make myself feel better. Even though I know deep down that I just want to scream out all of my anger. I just had to get out of there and get out of the surroundings of this environment. I haven’t been happy ever since I started this new job, it truly wore me down and just made me dread coming back the next morning. Harry knew how much I hated it and would tell me all the time “Y/n babe you don’t need to work there, I can support you and me both. Please quit, the last thing I would want is for you to be unhappy.” I am unhappy he is right about that part but some part of me doesn’t feel right having Harry financially supporting both of us without me helping.

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a playlist for taryon darrington: [8TRACKS] [SPOTIFY]

i. part of your world/jodi benson
ii. love theme from the godfather/2cellos
iii. isolation/brian tyler
iv. spread your wings/queen
v. indiana jones theme/john williams
vi. the beginning of the partnership/stephen warbeck, nick ingam, gavyn wright
vii. the trail we blaze/elton john
viii. stayin’ alive/bee gees
ix. mr. blue sky/electric light orchestra
x. i like the sun/rick astley
xi. dear friends/queen

Not So Innocent After All

Pairing: Dean x reader (Y/N)

Word count: 3898 words (this ended up getting waaaay longer than I expected…)

Warnings: some smut and a cute Sammy…. I think that’s it :)

Summary: You are on a witch hunt with the boys when a spell is cast on you and Dean. Will he find out that you have a crush on him?

A/N: This was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Much Ado About SPN challenge. my prompts were the Shakespeare quote: “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1) and words Impala, Iron, and Innocence. couldn’t really find a way to work Iron into it, so i skipped that :) A big thanks to Angel, since she helped me through this and betaed for me, also, it was basically her challenge that made me start writing fanfic in the first place. THANK YOU ANGEL <3 I think that was all i had to say for now. Happy reading :)

Ever since you first laid eyes on the older Winchester, you had had the biggest crush on him. Mr. Sex-On-Legs had saved you from a big bad werewolf a couple of years prior, and you had decided to join him and his brother in the eternal battle against supernatural evil. Dean had rejected your application as their new partner in crime in the beginning, but since you had nowhere else to go (and a pair of puppy dog eyes as good as Sam’s) he couldn’t refrain from letting you tag along.

Sam quickly became the little brother you never had, and Dean, well, not so much. You knew he thought of you as more of a little sister than anything else, and though it sometimes was extremely painful not being able to tell him how you really felt about him, you wouldn’t dare risk your friendship and your inclusion in the Winchester family. In the beginning, you thought that he actually liked you back, but as it turns out, Dean flirts shamelessly with every girl he meets. It broke your heart into a million pieces the night you realized how wrong and naive you had been.

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(TRANS) MAMAMOO 2017 Season's Greetings - Q&A Session

Q. Things that MAMAMOO wants to say to each member and MooMoos

From. Solar

To Moonbyul: Triangle and Circle, let’s go on forever
To Whee In: No words needed, my angel
To Hwasa: Your body is love
To MooMoos: Just stay still, as I will be there to make you smile

From. Whee In

To Solar: Angel, without words needed
To Moonbyul: Unnie, let’s soak ourselves in rice wine soon
To Hwasa: Enemy ^^ Let’s get another tattoo when we reach our 40s (T/N: the word ‘enemy’ Whee In used is often expressed as tease)
To MooMoos: Thankful forever, L..L!.. Ladder forever (T/N: Whee In was trying to say 'Love’ you forever)

From. Moonbyul

To MAMAMOO: Let’s be happy, let’s not get hurt, let’s go on together!
To MooMoos: Let’s not change!

From. Hwasa

To MAMAMOO: You are my family ^^
To MooMoos: You’re the best!!!

Q. What do you want to achieve in 2017?

Solar: Become more complete as MAMAMOO, and hold a world tour. Eat with MooMoos together!!
Moonbyul: Travel
Whee In: Get a license!
Hwasa: Explore delicious places, game, collect DVD, explore overseas

Q. What if time stops now?

Solar: Sleep while watching a movie and lying down at home
Moonbyul: Wander around?!
Whee In: Travel here and there~~
Hwasa: I want to go swimming at Iguazu Falls

Q. Song that has changed your life?

Solar: Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’. Because of this song, I got selected at the audition and was able to join the group called MAMAMOO!! It is a song that can’t be excluded from my life
Moonbyul: Song that I like lately is Loco, Gray’s Good!
Whee In: Sade - By Your Side
Hwasa: Beyonce’s 'Halo’ that she sang at her 'I am yours’ concert. It has made me more firm

Q. Your greatest concerns or interests these days?

Solar: Ways to reduce my cheeks that have been growing bigger
Moonbyul: Clothes and shoes
Whee In: Songs and lyrics composing
Hwasa: Music, movies, food, travelling

Q. Your first love?

Solar: 1st grade in High School
Moonbyul: Elementary school 2nd grade
Whee In: When I was about 20 years old! That should be right because that’s when I first met MooMoos
Hwasa: Elementary school 1st grade


Trans and pictures by tgc.

18 OF THE MOST POWERFUL QUOTES ON HEARTBREAK IN LITERATURE
  1. The Remains of the Day- Kazuo Ishiguro 

    “Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.”- Stevens

  2. Gone with the Wind- Margaret Mitchell 

    “If I said I was madly in love with you you’d know I was lying.”- Scarlett O'Hara

  3. A Tale of Two Cities- Charles Dickens 

    “Remember now and then that there is a man who would die to keep someone you love beside you.”- Sydney Carton

  4. The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald 

    “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… . And then one fine morning

    — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ”- Nick Carraway

  5. Little Women- Louisa May Alcott 

    “I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn’t love me.”- Laurie Laurence

  6. Memoirs of a Geisha- Arthur Golden 

    “The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”- Chiyo Sakamoto

  7. Twelfth Night- William Shakespeare 

    “If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”- Duke Orsino

  8. Love in the Time of Cholera- Gabriel Garcia Marquez 

    “But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.”- Florentino Ariza

  9. The Wise Man’s Fear- Patrick Rothfuss 

    “I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn’t entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.”- Kvothe

  10. The Hunger Games- Suzanne Collins 

    “You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”- Katniss Everdeen

  11. Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte 

    “You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.“- Heathcliff

  12. Venetia- Georgette Heyer 

    “There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one’s sentiments.”- Mrs Hendred

  13. Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte 

    "I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment: but rallying my wits, and recollecting my principles, I at once called my sensations to order; and it was wonderful how I got over the temporary blunder–how I cleared up the mistake of supposing Mr. Rochester’s movements a matter in which I had any cause to take vital interest.”- Jane Eyre

  14. Anna Karenina- Leo Tolstoy 

    “Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.“- Anna Karenina

  15. Like Water for Chocolate- Laura Esquivel 

    “When you’re told there’s no way you can marry the woman you love and your only hope of being near her is to marry her sister, wouldn’t you do the same?”- Pedro Muzquiz

  16. The Notebook- Nicholas Sparks                                                      "The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.”
  17. The Time Traveler’s Wife- Audrey Niffenegger 

    “I won’t ever leave you, even though you’re always leaving me.”- Clare Abshire

  18. Atonement- Ian McEwan                                                                 “He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.”

hufflebee  asked:

a very vague prompt, but still a great concept: malec + forehead kisses

Thank you francy!! Hope you like it ♥


If music be the food of love, play on. ( – Shakespeare)


It were the little things that changed after their big confession.

There was no sudden shift, no world that was turned on its axis. The revelation did not arrive violently, did not change their relationship in an irrevocable way.

Still with abrupt realisation came a budding awareness of his feelings that Alec had not been granted before.
Love seeped into every word, every touch, every kiss that they shared. And though it has always been there, in a way that Alec has come to see, being able to put a word to the warmth that spread through his chest whenever he thought of the man he loved was a soft relief. Taking his hand and guiding his heart into the right direction, it had led him right where he belonged. It was funny, he thought, that it took him so long to understand when the feeling could not be any clearer to him now.

And even while leaning on the kitchen counter, watching Magnus cook, he could not keep that thought out of his mind.

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Shakespeare Quotes That Remind Me of The Types

ISFJ: “Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”(Henry V)

ESFJ: “All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.”(As You Like It)

ISTJ:“[Life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”(Macbeth)

ESTJ:  “Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”(Romeo and Juliet)

ISFP: “If music be the food of love, play on.”(Twelfth Night)

ESFP: “This above all: to thine ownself be true.”(Hamlet)

ISTP:  “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”(Hamlet)

ESTP: “Action is eloquence.”(Coriolanus)

INFJ: “The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.”(Measure for Measure)

ENFJ: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.”(Julius Caesar) 

INTJ: "The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.“(As You Like It)

ENTJ: “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”(Twelfth Night)

INFP: “If love be blind, it best agrees with night.”(Romeo and Juliet)

ENFP: “The robb’d that smiles, steals something from the thief.”(Othello)

INTP: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”(Romeo and Juliet)

ENTP: “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”(Hamlet)

Malec Fic Recs

Here are just a few of my favorite fics that I’ve saved links to and I thought I’d share some of them with you guys. These range all the way from major fluff to extreme angst so your bound to find at least one that suits you needs. I always love talking fanfic with people so if you find enjoyment from any of these recs I’d love to talk about them with you! I’m constantly shoving these down my poor friends throat because I’m desperate to talk about it so yea, message me if you want and feel free to leave your own recommendations below, I’m always in search of some juicy malec <3

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If Music Be The Food Of Love

I’ve never written anything before, so be gentle with me! But I was thinking about Outlander and the little things that make up our lives everyday that Claire (or myself) would miss when she fell through the stones. For me, I think the thing I would miss most is music. :) I think this little moment takes place just before Jamie and Claire leave Lallybroch in Dragonfly in Amber to go visit Lord Lovat. Read, enjoy, give me some feedback!

@bonnie-wee-swordsman, @writtenthroughtime, @lenny9987, @gotham-ruaidh, @takemeawaytocamelot, @westerhos, @dingbatland would love if you would read! If you like it, reblog? :)


The bright lights blinded Claire to all but the first rows of onlooking audience members. She stood tall and took a deep, calming breath. The conductor raised his arms, and as one they began. She felt herself dissolve into the choir, as though they shared one mind for the space of the song. She could feel the deep, rumbling tones of the bass line, accompanied by the light, fluttering notes from the soprano section. And in the center of the intonations, she found the place where she belonged, where she fit perfectly.

The harmony line danced around the melody, jumping to meet it and then darting away. She knew this song well, had sung it a hundred times in rehearsal. While she sang, she lost herself in the rolling waves of music. She couldn’t tell where her voice ended and the rest of the choir began. As the song swelled into a crescendo around her, she felt whole. She could feel the song gently caress her, wrap it’s arms around her as though it were a physical being, holding her tight and safe.  

She awoke with the strains of the song just outside of her conscious hearing. If she concentrated she could almost feel the perfect locking in of the last chord. A chord that was not only pleasing to the ear, but somehow made the heart feel whole. The dancing lines of melody and harmony, dipping and weaving together in a constant exchange. An expression of emotion so much stronger than mere words or actions. But now she couldn’t recall the flowing melody that flitted around the edges of her brain. She couldn’t share the simple song that was pulsing through her veins. The knowledge of that nearly crushed her. Left her lonelier for her own time than she had been in a long, long time.

Why hadn’t she paid attention more to the small details that comprised her life before? How could she have taken for granted the simplicity of written music? She could never reproduce the notes and chords of the compositions she longed to hear, that had not even been written yet. And even if she could somehow replicate those songs, how would she play them? She had no piano, no instrument other than her own singular voice. There was a good chance she would never again hear the perfection of a chord that holds your soul and then releases it just as quickly.

She closed her eyes and let the waves of bitter longing wash over her. She would allow herself this small moment of remembrance for her time before coming back to reality. Reaching over, she felt Jamie, warm and strong, lying beside her. She could live with the lost memories of music so long she had him beside her.

Claire’s touch on his arm woke Jamie. He looked over at his wife, a sleepy smile on his face. He reached over, caressing her face with his large, callous hands.

“What are ye thinkin’ about, mo nighean donn? Ye have that far off look in yer eyes. Where are ye?” Claire looked down, not wanting to meeting his eyes. She sat up in their bed, stretching the sleepiness from her limbs.

“It was just a dream, from before. It’s nothing important.” Sitting up with her, Jamie stroked her back. She leaned into his touch, wanting the comfort of something familiar and solid.

“Sassenach, every thought ye have is important to me.” He turned to hold her chin in his hands, forcing her eyes to look at him. “Please, tell me what’s causing that troublin’ look in yer eyes. Let me help ye.”

Claire looked deep into her husband’s slanted blue eyes. Telling him would not bring back the music she dreamt of. And even if it did, Jamie could not hear the music she wanted to share with him so much. He could understand the fact that there was music playing, but he couldn’t make sense of the sounds. The only music Jamie could hear at all was the rhythmic beating of a drum. But still, Jamie understood the words and meaning of the music, even if he could not make sense of the scales that were being played.

Jamie’s hand moved from her cheek down to hold her hand between his, comfort flowing from his touch. Her eyes followed the motion, looking at her hand in his.

“It’s silly really. Just a dream.” She paused, wondering if that was enough of an explanation. Jamie held her gaze, waiting for her to continue. Claire took a deep breath, going on.

“I was dreaming about music. I was on stage, singing with the choral group I was a part of, back in my time. We were performing a song we had sung a million times in rehearsal, a song that I loved. The dream was so real, I could feel the music, could feel the resonance in my chest. It was perfect. I woke up, and I couldn’t remember how the song went. I’m thinking about it now, and I still can’t recall it.” She was getting worked up, and a single tear slid down her cheek as she said “And I can’t ask anyone to help me think of it, because the song hasn’t been written yet here in this time. And even if I could figure out the name of the song, how could I replicate it? I’m just me, how could I replicate harmony?”

She kept her gaze down, feeling silly that she was so emotional about something that was so selfish. What could music do to help stop Bonnie Prince Charlie and the disaster that would be Culloden? Jamie brought one hand up to wipe away the tears that now spilled freely from her eyes.

“Sassenach, I’d no idea -” Claire gently pulled her hand away from him, struggling to untangle herself from the sheets as she rose from the bed. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, feeling selfish about wanting something that was so clearly not a necessity. They were here in Lallybroch, getting ready to march with the soldiers, and all she could think about was wanting to hear a song.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I am crying over something so simple.” She walked out of their room quickly, going outside to feel the crisp morning air on her skin and to avoid any more questions.  

Jamie watched her go. He ached to fill that void for her. She had given up so much for him, and never once complained. Claire truly was an amazing woman. He wanted to give her a fraction of what she had given him: love, support, and comfort. He would give her anything, as he had vowed those years ago at their wedding ceremony. Yet music…the one thing he could not physically bring to her himself. He cursed the day he had been struck in the head, knocking the ability to hear and understand music out of his head.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He may not be able to recreate the sounds she remembered, but he could give her something else. He dressed quickly in his plaid, pulled on his boots, and raced to the stables to get a horse. As he rode, he made a list in his head of the houses he needed to visit, hoping everything would fall into place by evening.

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Claire stayed outside most of the day, keeping her distance from the other residence of Lallybroch. She didn’t want her melancholy mood to rub off onto anyone else. She worked in the garden, collecting herbs and plants that she would need to treat the ailments of the soldiers as they traveled. As she worked, she hummed a simple children’s song to herself. It bothered her that she couldn’t hum the song from her dream. Why was she still thinking about music and songs in a time like this?

Looking up, Claire saw Jamie striding towards her. The setting sun cast his hair in a shade of deep auburn, with tinges of gold and copper sprinkled throughout. Claire smiled as arrived at her side and held his hand out for her.

“Ye’ve been working mighty hard out here today Sassenach. It’s time for supper, no?”

“I suppose you’re right. I am rather hungry.”

Leading her towards the house on his arm, Jamie seemed to have an excited energy about him. Usually, he was calm and collected, especially here at his home in Lallybroch. Claire wondered what he could have been up to all day. Maybe he had been working on plans to move his men to Lord Lovat’s land with Murtaugh.

As they rounded the final turn from the garden to Lallybroch, Claire came to a complete stop. Standing on the steps of the house were a dozen men in formation, all dressed in full Highland Scots regalia. Each man held a bagpipe in his arms waiting to play. Leading her forward, Jamie gave the men a signal, and they began to play.

(Play song here and continue reading for the full effect!)

Claire felt as though she were floating forward towards to music, the familiar tune of Amazing Grace pulling her closer. As she got close enough to see the faces of the men, she noticed she recognized them. These were the men Jamie would be traveling with to Lord Lovat’s lands. As her gaze drifted to the men on the end, she was surprised to see Murtaugh standing with the men, bagpipe in hand, playing with all the gusto he could muster.

She didn’t realize she was crying until Jamie handed her his handkerchief, wrapping his arms around her from behind and settling his head in the crook of her neck and slowly rocking her back and forth. Claire closed her eyes, letting the song become burned into her memory. When the song finally came to an end, she applauded loudly, and went up to each of the men to thank them.

As the men began to walk back towards their homes, Jamie shook each of their hands in thanks. As Murtaugh passed her, Claire gave him the warmest embrace she had ever given the man. She never imaged that Murtaugh could play the bagpipes, let alone play them so well. When all the men had all left, Claire turned to Jamie, embracing him as tightly as she could.

“Jamie, I can’t believe you put this together for me.” She said into his chest.

“Sassenach,” he said, pulling away to look down into her eyes. “Yer heart is my heart. Whatever it is ye want, if it is in my power to give it to ye, I’ll see it done.” He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now, shall we see about that supper?”

She smiled, placed her hand in his arm, and together they walked into the house.




P.S. - I know the song not historically accurate and wouldn’t technically be written until 1779, but it felt right here. :)