new treads

The truth is that I’m afraid to dive into someone new. How can I not be? I’m still emptying my lungs from the last time I fell into someone’s waters and explored the depths of them. It’ll be years before I’m done wringing the wetness out of my hair, before I stop smelling the salt of their oceans on my skin. Learning someone new is frightening now. It’s not the adventure it was before. I’m no longer bitter for my heartbreak. My reluctance isn’t a decision I made with a sour mouth. I’m just exhausted by the idea of feeling for someone new. Of treading water with small talk and stories about our childhoods. When I think of him, I am afraid of sinking so deeply into someone again that I am lost to them. In that, I realize I am most afraid that I won’t sink at all. That I’ll always be treading water with anyone that isn’t him. That anyone after him will only know how to meet me at the surface.
—  pardis alia.

a kitty poem for caturday - s’il vous play praise pet - not in that order in a new world - threw away my notebook - (what good r notebooks) - retrieved it from the trash and left my pride - which i had  mistaken for my balls - made nice nice - didnt wanna - but it went down easy like a sunday morning or red beans and rice in new orleans - tread and travel light life - its a musical but off key singing and stepped toe dancing - and fuck if reality 3d aint persistent - delete key diss appears just when you need it - but - its caturday and its all about the kitty 

A Self-Love Witch?

You have no doubt heard of many kinds of witches, from kitchen witches to Nordic witches and everything in between. It’s easy to think that there’s a set variety of witches, and that only certain types exist. Throughout the entirety of history, Witchcraft and just paganism in general have focused greatly on tradition and the ingrained laws of humanity. I mean, without the tradition of hundreds of years behind us, where would we be? However, things are changing.

In recent years, the world has begun to flip upside down. For a lot of people, this is scary and even downright terrifying. For others, it signifies freedom and the expression of feelings. The thousand-year-old lines of our society are being blurred. New footprints are being tread every single day. What we think is immovable and irreplaceable may not always be. 

This is where Witchcraft comes into play. Our practice especially has been laid down for us meticulously over years and years of trial and error so that we don’t have to deal with it. We have a specific array of materials to work with, a limit to what type of witch we can be (secular, blood, kitchen, cottage, etc), what an altar can be (even a mint tin is on the brink of a much wider variation), and so on. I myself am a supporter of modern change and the efforts that people are going through to make the world a better place.

We have already seen quite a bit of change in the Witchcraft community. We have already begun taking strides to modernize and revisualize our concepts. So I am here to say that there is no limit to the type of witch you can be. Already people have started popularizing tech witches and online grimoires. Now I am creating a new type of witch. The self-love witch. I am super excited to announce that I have decided to be one.

Before anybody assumes that a self-love witch is full of themselves and thinks they’re better than everybody else, I want to dismantle this idea. A self-love witch is like any normal love witch, except they focus on confidence, motivation, satisfaction, happiness, and other types of magic. I would love it if some of you would try out being a self-love witch with me. It is a wonderful craft to boost self-esteem and to just enjoy your own company. Many of the magical endeavors a self-love witch takes on are for the purpose of being happy and showering the world around you with confidence. 

If you guys want to see more “unconventional Witchcraft” posts, let me know. I hope all of you enjoyed this post and got something out of it. In the meantime, have fun and happy bewitching!

A Pair Of Headphones (Seven Minutes In Heaven With Seventeen)

(A/N: it’s one thirty in the morning and i’ve been up since six. writing this whole thing i’ve felt very off my game so sorry if it’s crap. i know nothing about electronics/headphones and i tried sounding smart #thanksgoogle so yeah spot that in there. hope you enjoy this pointless marshmellow fluff. -Tanisha<3)

The Introduction 

I think (Y/N) should go first.” The words echoed through your mind as you felt around in the cool fabric of the pillow case, grabbing for something to capture your attention. A string wrapped around your wrist, tangled among everything else, and you snagged it between your fingers, wanting to see what it was. When you pulled up, you found resistance, the string entangled in a few other objects within the bag, and you shook it a few times; Dino gave you a funny look at your struggle.

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anonymous asked:

You children think about what you did to the whale.

Stan: Gee. We’re such good children

Upgrading Stabby...

Stabby says HI! but, he is totally going through some upgrades right now, so, he’s… in pieces… !

Disassembled Even! Poor Stabby!

But, UPGRADES! Seriously, the first main thing is a change of shoes… uhm, tracks…

On the right are the original tracks, small, dinky… serviceable, but, well, dinky and would get thrown if the little guy came across an obstacle. Also, He could not pursue anyone onto tile floors, no traction! So his main objective, slicing ankles, could not be achieved if someone retreated to my kitchen or bathroom… On the Left, are the upgrades, and, they come with rubber inserts so… there is no safety on the tile!

The next upgrade is the neck motor!

I got a Servo Motor (bottom) to replace the M motor (Top) for his neck! The M Motor is a full rotational motor, so, I had to use a clutch gear and stops so he wouldn’t spin his whole head stalk around and break the wires that light up his eyes. The Servo Motor is limited to three main positions, Center, and 90° Left/Right, if used with a toggle switch, or, if you use a speed regulator, it has 7 increments between center and full left or right.

Which leads me up to the controller!

Lookit that beauty! I have a third IR Receiver coming in, so, three remotes, Red on the left controls the left tracks, blue on the far right controls the right track. That leaves blue on channel 2, and red on Channel 1 for accessories. The Speed controller in the center, is going to be set for channel 3, and will control the head motions, turning left/right, and elevating the head up and down!

So, stay tuned! I’ll post more updates as I get the sprockets in for the new treads, the new IR receiver, and start implementing the upgrades!

WOOT!

The fourth world was the last; we’re living in something else. A half-world, a mockery, a reality sustained only through death and suffering. The first four worlds were created by the gods and destroyed according to their wills or because of their squabbles, just like the four Yugas of Hinduism, or the creation of the Abrahamic God, whose Judgement Day will come whenever He sees fit. Our world is being kept alive only through human activity; it’s a world into which we have been abandoned. The Aztecs were stone-age existentialists, trembling before their misbegotten freedom. This is a theology for the anthropocene — our present era, in which biological and geological processes are subordinated to human activity, in which the earth that preceded us for four billion years is finally, devastatingly in our hands, to choke with toxic emissions or sear with nuclear bombs. But modern society isn’t treading new ground here: the Aztecs came first, five hundred years ago. And their response was to kill.
—  Sam Kriss, an Eschatology for the Anthropocene 

Stiles Bilinski

A/N: I’m still working on requests but I needed a break so I cooked this up. I should have HVD Baby up later today. Enjoy xx.

I sat next to my boyfriend on his bed, motionless, taking in his words as they slowly processed in my brain.

“Y/N?” He said shaking me lightly. “Y/N?”

I stared blankly off into the distance and a moment later all his words registered.

“You cheated on me.” I said slowly still staring off. He didn’t move just kept his eyes glued to my face.

“You cheated on me…” I repeated. “With Hayden?” Liam hung his head solemnly.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I don’t know how it happened. First-”

“You don’t know how it happened?” I spat cutting him off. I stood quickly from the bed glaring down at him.

“Y/N?” He begged standing and grabbing my hands in his.

I pulled my hands away rubbing my face in frustration. “I told you it was a bad idea to be lab partners with you’re ex-girlfriend!”

“I didn’t think it-”

“You’re right! You didn’t think.” I snapped cutting him off once again. Liam said nothing so I turned heading for the door, and was on my way out when his hand grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N! Please! I’m sorry!” He pleaded with me. I looked down at his hand that was attached to my wrist then slowly back up to his face, meeting his gaze. His eyes searched my face, begging for forgiveness. I wanted to, so bad, but this was too much. I ripped my arm away from him and looked away.

“I’m sorry too.” I whispered as I disappeared into the hallway. I scrambled down the steps as my face started to sting starting at my cheeks and came to rest at my eyes. I knew tears were coming as I hastened out of his house, but I clenched my jaw tightly warding them off.

I finally found refuge in my car and I sat in his driveway trying to get a grip of myself. I wanted to be anywhere, but by myself right now. I also didn’t want anyone asking my what was wrong. I sat in my car, with my head against the steering wheel thinking. A vibration on my hip caught my attention and reached in my pocket pulling out my phone. A text from a random number was on my lock screen that read:

Party @ 1720 Pitfall Rd.
No fights. No smoking.

It was a number I didn’t have saved in my phone and for a second I wondered who it was. I had heard talk around school that there would be an all schools party, meaning anyone from any school was welcome. Feeling as if this were a sign, I fired up my engine and sped off.


My gps led me to an old back road surrounded by trees, than had me turn down a gravel covered side street. My tires cracked under the new tread. Straight ahead of me I could see a huge abandoned warehouse that from the outside seemed to be just that. Around it, though, were at least a hundred cars. It didn’t seem like there was anyone inside of them as I drove past a few looking for a place to park. I finally found a spot next to an old blue jeep and a kind of beat up dirt bike, and got out of my car. I still saw no life as I headed towards the old building and I was afraid for a second that I may have been tricked.

“Y/N!” A girl’s voice called out to me. I looked over to see two girls standing next to an open trunk. I deterred from my path and redirected myself to them. In the dark it was hard to make them out, but as I got closer I recognised them as two of Liam’s friends. I didn’t know much about the people he hung out with. Other than Mason, most of them were upper classmen.

“Y/N!” The girl said once I was close enough engulfing me in a huge hug. Her name was Kira. She was a very pretty Asian girl with long black hair. I hugged her back, not nearly as hard as she was hugging me, and we both pulled away.

“I haven’t seen you in forever.” She slurred wrapping her arm around my shoulders and hauling me over to the car where her and the other girl, Malia, had been standing. I could smell liquor strong on her breath when she talked and when we were at the car I saw they’d brought their own bottle of alcohol. Malia took a long swig straight from the bottle followed by a scowl. When she saw me she wrinkled up her nose like she’d smelt something fowl.

“Ugh, what’s wrong with you?” She hissed.

The comment threw me, mostly because I wasn’t aware you could tell there was something the matter.

“How do you know any things wrong?” I asked knitting my brows together in confusion.

“I can smell it on you.” She said like I should have know what she was talking about.

“You can smell it on me?” I questioned my expression unchanged.

“What she means is she can almost smell it off you?“ Kira laughed nervously. “Cause you look so uh sad.” Kira shot Malia a look.

I ignored their weird behaviour as I answered. “Oh, Liam just told me…that he…um…well that he um cheated on me…with Hayden.” I could feel a lump forming in my throat and it was uncertain if I’d cry. I wondered if I should have even told them, but figured they’d find out eventually anyways. Malia’s demeanour changed at the news and she walked over handing me the bottle.

“Boys are stupid.” She smiled.

“I’ll drink to that!” Kira said a little too loud. She took the liquor from Malia and than took a drink. She made an ugly face before offering it to me. I took it from her tenderly grabbing it by the neck.

“Boys suck.” I said as I chocked down a few mouthfuls. The two girls giggled as they watched my ugly faces.

“Shall we?” Malia said gesturing to the warehouse and chugging the remainder of the alcohol. I couldn’t see how she did that. It’s like it didn’t even affect her. They looped their arms in mine and together we headed to the large building. As we came closer, you could hear the faint thuds of the base beating with the music and when we opened the large metal door to enter, we were completely swallowed by it. The room was lit only by strobe lights and glow sticks. The air smelled of sweat and beer and the large dance floor was populated with teenagers grinding against each other. I could feel the liquor I’d already had to drink starting to hit me, dulling the pain of my recent heartbreak. Malia and Kira unlooped their arms from mine, and rushed to the dance floor already moving their bodies with the music. I stayed behind not sure if I was ready to dance. I was only a little buzzed and craved for more liquid happiness to change my mood. I scanned the room till I found the table that housed solo cups and kegs, and waltz over to it. The guy pouring the drinks smiled and nodded at me as he filled another cup. He handed it to me, and I swallowed it almost in one gulp. A hiccup passed through my lips and I giggled. I passed the cup to the guy asking him to fill it with a smile. He chuckled and shook his head amused at how fast I’d finished the liquid and he pour more in my glass. I had about three more cups full of beer before I no longer cared to think about Liam or the idiocy of his actions. I had joined the crowed on the dance floor moving to the music, probably off beat. I didn’t care though, I felt so free and weightless. A cold sensation spread across my shoulder sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’m so sorry!” A voiced yelled over the music behind me. I could feel him touching the spot trying to wipe my now wet shoulder off.

“It’s okay.” I said drunkly as I turned to see the person. Our eyes instantly met and it felt like the whole room go in to slow motion. A smile slowly slid across his face, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Time sped up as his smile turn to a look of surprise.

“Y/N?” He hummed in to my ear so I could hear him over the music. He pulled away and it was than that I recognised the cute boy. It was yet another one of Liam’s friends, Stiles Bilinski, I think. I smiled as I realized it was him, and pulled him into a hug.

“Hey Stiles!” I cooed in his ear.

“Where’s Liam?” He asked and I pulled away from.

“I don’t care!” I smiled as I began swaying with the music again. He screwed up his face in confusion.

“He cheated on me.” I said simply.

“What?” He spat in disbelief.

“With Hayden.” I added.

He wore a look of astonishment on his face with his eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open. I laughed and grabbed his arms towards me placing them on my waist. He looked down them a little apprehensive.

“I just want to dance, Stiles. So dance.” I laughed again. It took a second but he finally loosened up and did as I asked. As we moved together, I saw a gloss over his eyes and I realized he was just as drunk as I was. Song after song played and our movement turned from awkward and innocent to hot and heavy. Our foreheads were pressed against each other and I could feel his warm breath hitting my face. I turned around grinding my backside against his groin and I could feel his erect length against me. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and my whole body tingled. Suddenly, all the lights turned on in the building and we stopped. We stood in the same position as a voice came on the sound system saying the party was over. Boos and cries fell over the crowd, but people slowly shuffled out of the abandoned place. Stiles intertwined our fingers not wanting to loose me in the sea of people. I clung to his arm and together we pushed towards the exit. Finally outside, we walked hand in hand to our vehicles. At first we were silent, unsure of what was happening between us.

“So, where’s your car?” He murmured.

“Over there next to that dirty blue jeep.” I responded relieved that he was the first one to speak.

“Hey!” He smiled. “Roscoe isn’t dirty, he’s just-. No, you’re right.” He chuckled. I laughed grabbing his arm with my free hand and leaning into him. We arrived at our cars and, to my dismay, he freed my hand from his grip. He walked over to my car and I unlocked the door as he pulled it open for me. I grinned at his chivalry and walked to the open door. Stiles stood on the other side leaning against it and smirking at me.

“Thank you.” I blushed as I too tilted on the door.

“No problem.” He purred drawing closer to my face. His warm breath hit my face for the second time that night. It seemed to intoxicate me even more and I subconsciously neared him until our lips were centimetres away.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered on to my lips. His words ran through me like a virus eliciting me to close the gap between our lips. I thought about the repercussions this would have, and only for a moment did I considered them. Deciding I didn’t care I pressed my lips firmly against Stiles’s. His hand immediately cupped my cheek pulling my body closer, although the door lay between us. Fireworks shot off in my head as our kiss deepened. I snaked my arm around his neck as I slipped my tongue between his lips moving it over his. His lips were different from Liam’s. Stiles’s were soft and gently, and I could sense myself being swayed by them. I reluctantly pulled away with my eyes still closed and my breathing strained.

“Do you want to um-? Would you like to-?” I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. His eyes were closed as well but fluttered open as he fumbled with his words.

“Are you inviting me to your house?” I asked cocking an eyebrow at him and grinning. His face turned scarlet and he rubbed the back of his again. I looked into his amber eyes mulling over the question. Again, the consequences of my action ran through my mind. Stiles grabbed my hand from around his neck and laced our fingers together. The amenity of the action won me over and I smiled at him.

“I’d love too.”

AU where the twins notice Hiccup through his flailing, disastrous attempts at killing dragons weeks before the Night Fury Incident.

They approach him with their signature, predatory grins slathered across their faces and Hiccup, like a panicked rabbit, slinks away from every attempted thrown arm-over-the-shoulder. The twins find him scarce after that.

They won’t be deterred. Not with the explosive result of a mis-aimed, oil-coated bola into the coals of a pyre still fresh in their minds from the last raid. That sort of power needs to be harnessed. Late at night, with a single candle casting ominous, reaching shadows across the walls of their shared sleeping quarters, they whisper a plan of approach.

The next day they get him while he’s eating, alone, at the corner of a Mead Hall table. As soon as they sit, one on either side, he tries to stand.

“Will you relax?” Ruffnut says, yanking him back down by the side of his tunic. “We wanted to ask you about that thing you used in the last raid.”

Hiccup’s still wary, suspicious, but he settles back down and answers their questions. They’re nice to him–no pinching or poking or making fun. They seem genuinely interested in his work.

So Hiccup allows the twins to hang around as he’s working. They’re amazed by how quickly, how smoothly, his brain comes up with methods of destruction. And he can bring them to life. Well, sort of. They offer their own ideas–most of which he dismisses immediately as purely impossible but, hey, they’ve got time.

The twins start sitting with Hiccup at meals. They invite him to hang-outs. They lift the heavier things in the shop when Hiccup’s working and Gobber’s not around. They convince Stoick to let Hiccup join the Fire Brigade. Ruffnut douses Hiccup by “accident”. Hiccup kicks the bone of her ankle the way he’s seen Tuffnut do it.They both get yanked from the path of a Nightmare flame by Stoick. Tuffnut cackles as they both get lectured about awareness; Snotlout sneers, probably following the lead of Astrid shaking her head, but Hiccup isn’t quite so put out this time around. Ruffnut’s at his side, wincing at the brunt of Stoick’s disappointment, and Hiccup makes a quip about practically being fire-proof being this wet.

Hiccup’s funny, the twins realize. He’s more–what’s the word?–reasonable than them but he’s willing to make jumps. He likes climbing things. He’s fast. He’s not completely hopeless. He doesn’t care much about rules and holy shit their future chief doesn’t care about rules.

If he makes chief. And with that, the twins decide it has to happen. Hiccup has to be chief. They take to training him. Unorthodox though they might be, the twins are still capable fighters. They play ‘target practice’ in the forest and Hiccup gets to utilize his speed and agility in a  more dangerous fashion. They make him eat more meat, carry more weapons, push more wagons full of Thorstons. He whines that they’re torturing them. Sometimes in French, so that they don’t know how nasty that whining gets. But it’s fun, he realizes through a sore body. He feels… included, at least.

Dragon training commences and Hiccup’s a part of it–shocking both him and the twins. The training turns out to be invaluable for the late-afternoon smith sessions. Hiccup knows what to focus on now (wings and tails, sound and blind-spots) and the slow honing of certain designs brings new weapons to fruition. Rather than partnering with each other all the time, the twins take to switching off with Hiccup, where they’d hiss strategies to each other. Ridiculous, hare-brained, only-try-this-if-you’re-nuts strategies. Sometimes they end in disaster, sometimes they end victorious, with a greatly annoyed Astrid scowling at their backs.

They sneak a barrel of Mead into Hiccup’s house when his father is out on the last raid and they drink and draw designs and fool around and Hiccup doesn’t think he’s laughed that much in a long time. He feels encouraged. He’s inspired now–not just with a thirst to prove himself, but with the incredible motivation that someone believes in him. It gives him a boost of confidence that makes a world of a difference. 

He perfects a hand-launcher. The twins help him in dragon training and in return he lends them proto-type weapons to use. Gobber watches, amused. Snotlout complains that they’re cheating. Astrid begrudgingly admits that it at least yields results. Fishlegs is hesitant to be a part of it. He yearns to be included on treading new grounds, but the twins terrify him. The twins, who had taken a more protective stance on their half-friend/half-investment…

Hiccup’s skill improves, as does the accuracy of his weapons. The twins in have a steady hand in his creations and Hiccup, in turn, manages to curb their more destructive tendencies. The village considers it a small blessing in the coming months, even if the initial friendship had everyone nervous. Stoick tolerates the twins, seeing how his son’s life had brightened and that Hiccup now seemed to take the overall safety of the village more seriously… even if his personal life included more tomfoolery.

Fears, Secrets and Bribery

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Request: Anonymous: Can I request a Bucky fic where there is a crazy thunderstorm, and the reader goes to sleep in bucky’s room cause she’s scared of storms. So Bucky being Bucky has a crush on her so he bribes Thor to do more storms so the reader keeps coming back to his room. 

A/N: I’m so sad to see Sebtember officially ending! It’s been so much fun! Thank you guys for being a part of it and all your lovely comments :) enjoy this fluffy little number to see the month out x


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2am and Bucky was still wide awake. Chasing sleep by listing countries alphabetically. But unlike some of the other residents of the Avengers tower, it wasn’t the thunderous storm outside that had his eyes unable to stay closed for longer than a few seconds. The first month of his rehabilitation, Bucky experienced disturbing nightmares, which, every night, brought new creative terrors and tortures to lurk in the corners of his mind.
Then came the insomnia.
He couldn’t decide which was the lesser form of evil between the two.
Those nightmares contained images of horror he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemies – okay, maybe with the exception of Zola, Alexander Pierce and a few other Hydra brutes – but there were some nights that the desperation with which he craved just a few hours of rest was so strong that he would’ve traded the nightmares for the insanity that came with constant stimulation.

Bucky’s listing streak was interrupted by a particularly violent crash of thunder overhead. Not even a second later, the world outside lit up with a flash of white. Bucky huffed and yanked a pillow out from under his head and smothered it against his face, shoving the ends up against his ears to muffle the racket.

Georgia… Germany… Ghana… Greece…

He was just getting back into the rhythm when another sound broke his concentration. This time, instead of the rolling grey clouds, it came from just outside his bedroom. Feet padding softly across the floor.

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JANELLE MONÁE SHOWS SKIN & WINS IN “YOGA,” VID

King Jane’s new video for her latest single, “Yoga,” is the type of video so many people have waited for. First of all, the song is such a summer jam, with hints of club beats and trap vibes to keep you sweating on the dance floor or in the comfort of your own home. And the video, which shows Jane baring some skin, booty popping, along with her hair swinging to her waist in a braid that could whip you into shape, has us seeing Janelle in a light we weren’t sure she’d touch base with.

But of course, all of these changes have raised red flags to stans that are not ready to see Janelle tread new looks of territory. “She’s selling out,” “She’s showing ass? Nah, can’t respect her,” and “This isn’t her, at ALL,” comments have been spewing, and I am here to shut them down. Because it seems to me people are getting the wrong idea RATHER quickly without processing the information.

REASONS WHY YOU MAD, AND WHY YOU SHOULDN’T BE:

  1. “Black People Don’t Do Yoga! / “Yoga Isn’t Sexual! She’s Sexualizing It!”
    Sadly, because of cultural appropriation, many believe Yoga is a “White People Thing,” even though it originated in India. So, thanks to Jane, the song and the video actually show Black women engulfed in the physical, mental, and spiritual disciplinal practice known as Yoga. Because we exist. And no, it’s not a thing only White people do.
    /
    Also… yoga isn’t MEANT to be sexual, but the point of it is to exercise your mind, your body, and your spirit, all of which can help create a better sex life for yourself. IDK about you, but some tricks done on the mat can be done in the bed with AMAZING results. And Janelle isn’t telling you to bend over and catch some eggplant. Her song promotes being centered, being in tune with yourself, and exercising you, to be the best you that you can be. IDK how that’s sexualizing.

  2. “She Preached Not To, But She’s Showing Skin & Being Sexual, Like Every Girl In The Industry!”
    Jane has never preached AGAINST showing skin or being sexual. Janelle has no problem with that, actually. What she had a problem with was the EXPECTANCY for women, especially in music, to do just that in order to make it ahead. She rebelled against that notion to indicate that she wouldn’t and couldn’t be controlled, and to illustrate that there are many means of sexiness. She’s made that point loud and clear for years, especially since we all have swooned hard for Jane in her tux’s, and is now allowing herself to show a little more skin because she wants to, and it can get pretty boring doing the same ol’ thing where people now have expectations.

    Also, if you think Janelle is getting sexual NOW, then you definitely have not paid attention to her music in the past, cuz…

  3. “Where’s The Message? This Song Is For The Clubs!”
    Oh, you damn skippy this song is for the clubs, and the beach shindigs, and the house parties that will erupt this coming summer. I can’t wait, especially since Janelle is now the CEO to her OWN record label, Wondaland Records, where she’ll have a huge say in the diverse music that’ll be coming from the Black artists on the label, which we’ll hear on their compilation album, “The Eephus.” Jane deserves to enjoy herself for making a huge dream of hers come true. This song is also a means of promotion, especially because it’s coming out as the weather transforms into heat. Also, debunk that stigma that club/party music has no message. We’re talking about Janelle Monáe here. Just because she made a song for the clubs, doesn’t mean there isn’t a message. 

    “Crown on my head, but the world on my shoulders / I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed to,”
    isn’t a message about wearing your crown with pride even with the stereotype Black women face as backbones to this country with no respect in return? 

    “Some call me peachy, and some call me vulgar / Even when I’m sleeping, I have one eye open,” isn’t a message about being conscious and aware of your surroundings, because at the end of the day, loving yourself as a Black woman in this country is the greatest rebellion, and will have people ready to tear you down even though they don’t KNOW you?

    And my fave, “You cannot police me, so get off my areolaaaaa…” ISN’T A MESSAGE ABOUT TELLING YOU TO BACK UP OFF ME JUST BECAUSE WHO I AM MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE? Isn’t a message about telling anyone who tries to put you in a box, who tries to tell you who you are isn’t who you should be, to kick rocks and hop off you?

    Get outta hurr.

  4. “She’s Dancing Like That For The Male Gaze!”
    So, check this out. Point me to the men that were in Janelle’s room as her and the many beautiful women of color danced and bended it while not breaking it. Because what I saw was Janelle dancing in the mirror and admiring herself, which is probably my favorite part. She could have easily sexualized the song and the video, doing Yoga poses in front of a man to turn him on, but she didn’t. She literally danced for HERSELF. Janelle knows how gorgeous she is, and she’s mentioned it. So the fact that she danced in the mirror for herself to see and admire is not for the male gaze, but for her own. It’s claiming her sexuality, which is something women are told they shouldn’t do, and if they do, are called names such as “Ho,” “Slut,” and the new & wretched, “THOT.” I saw a video where women danced amongst each other, enjoying their company, and practicing yoga while getting their life. I saw a sexy ass man talk about, “She’s put my collar on, like she’s my owner,” illustrating the women have the power and he’s willing to obey. And even in the end, when everyone’s together, man and woman, I don’t see the women dancing to catch the man’s attention, and I don’t see the men hounding the women. I see people enjoying themselves and each other.

  5. “Where’s The ArchAndroid Janelle? She’s Gonna Go Pop & Sell Out!”
    Bruh. She was levitating in the beginning and middle of the video. The ArchAndroid is still there. Relax.

I’m so happy to see Janelle expand. This video gave me freedom. This video gave me power. This video gave me beautiful Black women in many shades and many styles doing them. This video gave me sisterhood. This video gave me admiration and love of ONESELF. This video gave me Carefree Black Girl, which, as I mentioned, is the greatest rebellion this world will ever see.

You may believe Janelle is selling out because of ONE song and ONE video that illustrates that she has many palettes other than the one you’ve gotten quite comfortable with, but trust. This is just the beginning of something bigger. In order to be a true artist, you must bend your palette and never break your soul. Janelle is doing just that.

I’m so excited for her direction. I’m falling more in love with her as she grows.

G’on, King Jane. Shine that throne. Prepare for world domination.

anonymous asked:

Moonlilyshipping please!

Moon x Lillie ah~ so cute!

who hogs the duvet

- Moon mostly, but she would also hog Lillie, so it would negate the hogging to much.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

- Lillie to Moon. She’s always eager to hear how Moon is, and to let her know how she’s going as well.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

- Moon is. Lillie prefers clothing and toys and such. Moon occasionally will come up with a Pokémon she breed and trained/prepared to give to Lillie.

who gets up first in the morning

- Lillie. Moon is a heavy sleeper and usually only wakes up when she curls around and finds Lillie missing.

who suggests new things in bed

- Lillie, surprisingly. After they start treading new water with it, Lillie researches new things and is the one to suggest trying them.

who cries at movies

- They both do.

who gives unprompted massages

- Lillie gives them unprompted. This usually reminds Moon to give them in return, meaning all Lillie has to do is start a massage for Moon to catch on and reciprocate.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

- Moon is the fussy one. Lillie scolds Moon for doing silly things, but Moon frets over Lillie’s health when she gets sick.

who gets jealous easiest

- Moon. Lillie wouldn’t notice someone checking her out, but Moon would and would protect her precious flower.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

- Lillie. She knows some songs, but tends to listen to various random songs here and there. Occasionally she’ll bring one up, only to find out it’s a rather obscure song that no one knows.

who collects something unusual

- Moon. She collects photos of places she’s been alongside wild Pokémon to send to Lillie.

who takes the longest to get ready

- Lillie. Moon occasionally, but only when it’s a formal event. Lillie is in the habit of being dressed up for almost every event she goes too.

who is the most tidy and organised

- Lillie. Moon can be far more of a mess, but it’s less noticeable seeing how she’s often out.

who gets most excited about the holidays

- Moon. Lillie has bad memories of the holidays, but eagerly gets in on it when Moon sweeps her off her feet for the holiday spirit.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

- Big: Moon, Little: Lillie
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

- Moon. She’s the very best damn it.

who starts the most arguments

- Lillie starts them, mostly when Moon forgets important things and hadn’t responded to a message sent the day before.

who suggests that they buy a pet

- Moon, for Lillie. Likely a Rockruff.

what couple traditions they have

- They occasionally go to Exeggutor Island for picnics in remembrance of the day the spent together while trying to save Lillie’s mother.

- Lillie makes a special meal for the day her Champion took her title.

- They will try to take a photo a day; this is helped by Dex Rotom popping out for random photos.

what tv shows they watch together

- They watch Hoenn’s Rising Stars. That place seems to have some weird stuff that goes in there.

what other couple they hang out with

- Hau and his s/o, Gladion and his s/o (whether they’re each other’s or not is up to the viewer), and Kukui and Burnet are the main ones.

how they spend time together as a couple

- Often they’ll just slip out to walk alongside rivers, out of the grass as they skip stones and hold each other close and whisper sweet nothings to each other.

who made the first move

- Lillie, surprisingly. When she returned from Kanto, she was so swept up in emotions of seeing everyone that she kissed Moon. She immediately flushed and almost pushed back, until she felt Moon kiss her back.

who brings flowers home

- Moon, though if “flowers” you mean Flabebe’s, then yes. Those.

who is the best cook

- It’s a tie! They learnt together and have had their share of good and bad food experiences, but they love to cook together - particularly baking.

variant-waylon  asked:

❖heheheh

[[…Is it a bad thing that I already kinda secretly shipped this?..]]

His new ‘partner’ was treading on thin ice, annoyed eyes trained on the man that proudly swung his axe over his shoulder and continued on down the hall after their quick argument about who was going to land the finishing blow to Blaire.

Apparently the idiot thought he had won, how cute.

Waylon quickened his pace, matching the others speed and catching up quickly. “Cockslut.” He called, almost affectionately, and as soon as those eyes had shifted to stare at his own, they both moved.

At exactly the same time his pipe pressed threateningly at Waylon’s throat he could feet the axe held against his own, grinning widely at the glare that greeted him.

Leaning forward with confidence, pressing his neck into the axe and almost purring as he mashed their lips together.

beorn // the old man // the mundane & the impossible // a positive vulnerability

It’s been a very long time since I read the Hobbit. Once and only once, before I had even reached my teens. And while most of its details have fallen away from me now, three things stuck - the book’s beginning, the riddles in the dark, and Beorn the bear man.*

These have all taken on the strange vividity of time-stretched memories, where I’m sure the actual events as written are much smaller than I recollect - simple sentences that spun out into personal touchstones. The last one in particular has become an archetype in my mind for a particular kind of tension where rustic hospitality is undercut with the jarring sense of a secret. The feeling of this scene always comes back to me when new stories tread a similar sort of ground, and I’m always pleased to experience it again.

I think it happens when Bilbo is sleeping in Beorn’s house after a night of feasting and strange festivity, secure in a much-appreciated sanctuary after the ordeals of the journey so far. Then comes the sound of a great beast moving around outside and the peace and warmth of the low-embered dark is split with fear. There it chimes with anyone who has lain awake at night and Heard Something. At the time it held other tensions with me - between what I was told about strangers and what I wanted to believe about people. At the time, I think, it was important to see that a good person was still good, even with a secret no-one mentioned and some were scared of.

Most recently this tension was evoked by the old man in Breath of the Wild. Not immediately - helpful strangers are hardly an uncommon first encounter in a video game. But a little later, after I left him hunting in the woods (a really endearing encounter in itself - here was companionship where I was expecting isolation) I made a beeline towards the next shrine. And I found him again, his back to me, slowly felling trees outside a low log cabin, as though nothing in the world was out of place.

There it was, the mundane and the impossible. Sudden intrigue at the unaddressed mystery and a wariness at what this could mean. A good thing, a small thing - you can’t have got here before me - but it set the tone for the game from then on.

Breath of the Wild uses vulnerability a lot. The traditional vulnerability rooted in mortality - it’s easy to get overwhelmed, easy to die from one mistake. Everything is breaking, storms are terrifying, fights are loose and scrappy panics. But there also a feeling of positive, emotional vulnerability that comes from the game just, doing stuff. That’s what I really carried forward from seeing the old man there - a feeling that really anything might happen here, that this game could surprise me and make my step falter. That absolutely anything could lie over the next ridge or burst with a crackle of lightning from the nearest waterfall. Riding on that nostalgic evocation, here was a real adventure, and I threw myself into it joyfully.

It should be easy, shouldn’t it? I was tempted here to write some sweeping comments about homogenised design that makes other games - open world games in particular - feel instantly and disappointingly familiar. And I do have a lot of problems there, with games that borrow so much that playing them and just pretending you’ve played them are close enough experiences. But I don’t think Breath of the Wild does anything revolutionary, rather it just examined every aspect of itself and asked - what about this? What if we made it good, rather than just making it exist?

Of course, even with such a deft touch in the details and a bounding imagination that sent mine soaring too, Breath of Wild became slowly known to me. Its boundaries were understood, and the surprises dwindled until I was left with a comfortable sense of belonging. I finally had a grasp on it, I knew what it was about.

I do actually have some criticisms about the later parts of the game and I might write them down but, you know, they all kind of faded away once I actually finished the thing. And I know that while many other details will fall from me too, one thing will stick - that first small impossibility, and this game’s endeavour to match with genuine surprises the adventuring intrigue which it inspired.




*A little while ago I searched to see how hot Beorn was in the Hobbit films and it turns out? Not?? Not at all hot? I still don’t… I still - I thought this was like a universal constant, I thought it was Understood - of course Beorn is incredibly unbelievably hot? But APPARENTLY some designer person was like ‘oh yeah. Beorn. I guess I’ll just… I guess he’s just like. A guy. A slightly weird looking guy I guess. Finished.’ and everyone else was like ‘good job!’ GOOD JOB??? no.