17 years ago, Christina Aguilera released her self-titled debut studio album. One of the biggest debut albums ever.
Christina Aguilera earned Aguilera the Grammy Award for Best New Artist at the 2000 Grammy Awards. The release debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 with first-week sales of 253,000 copies. Christina Aguilera was certified octuple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and has sold more than 9 million copies in the US. Globally, the project has sold over 17 million units.
Two scenes from #JOCO2016 that speak to the state of our union
SERBIAN BARTENDER: you are joco person?
ME: yeah. I’m a writer.
SERBIAN BARTENDER: Let me ask you something. (Long pause) How could batman beat superman? Is stupid.
Pre-Jean Grey show: kel and I meet a 14 y/o singer songwriter named Zoe Grey (Gray? Zoe I’m sorry it was late and I am old and I was at a hip hop show on a boat). She wrote a song called FUCK THE PATRIARCHY and posted it last week. Some Garbage Man of course found it and summoned his Garbage Squad who did what Garbage Men do - threaten, insult, menace, and otherwise anonymously throw real touch he-man shit at the child while like octupling her hits. Kel and I were both in awe of her poise and courage in the face of that nonsense, how straight-from-the-jump remarkable and resilient was this young woman, how cool it was to get to meet her.
Later at the show Jean pulled Zoe up on stage entirely at random and they dance together. A room full of people scream and go nuts as we throw middle fingers in the air at Jean’s command and this girl dances her ass off. And I wanted to say to her: this is what matters. Not the garbage men. Look at this magical, random confluence of events, look at what has transpired: on a boat surrounded by your people, Queen Jeanie pulls you up on stage and the patriarchy gets well and truly fucked.
Zoe I can’t wait to find your song and post it here when I don’t have boat Internet and I was so happy to have met you and witnessed this moment in your ascendancy. If literally nothing else happens to me on this boat, that I had a front row seat to witness that moment would absolutely be enough.
[whats got two thumbs and went to a hip hop show on a boat? This guy]
[also: the swaying of the boat made the audience like 11% funkier. Boats are like natural sway-modifiers for white people. Fallon should shoot his show on a boat]
[also also: this is pretty much how I end up married to a Serbian bartender]
The scene at Woolloomooloo, Australia, 19 Nov. 1945, as the British Pacific Fleet lay in harbour at Sydney following the Japanese surrender. In the distance, the stern of HMS King George V is clearly visible with her unique quadruple turrets, which had four years earlier fired upon the Bismarck. The photograph is believed to have been taken from the Fleet aircraft carrier HMS Indefatigable, whose dual-purpose 4.5 inch guns can be seen elevated just beyond an octuple 2-pdr (1.6″) anti-aircraft gun, itself next to another, the barrels of which just peer into the image. The heavy anti-aircraft battery is testimony to the ferocity of attack pushed by Japanese pilots even in the wars final throws. In the centre of the image is an interesting character, an officer, stood atop the bridge canopy of the destroyer HMS Wessex (R78).
*Bangs fist on table* 10. MILLION. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW AWESOME THIS IS!!!!!
YOU WANNA KNOW SOMETHING?!?! JULY OF LAST YEAR. YOU HAD FIVE MILLION. MAYBE FIVE MILLION AND A HALF, BUT SWEET OCTOPUS HOTDOGS YOU’VE MANAGED TO DOUBLE YOUR SUB COUNT IN THE LESS THAN A YEAR I HAVE WATCHED YOU.
Alrighty. Tbh, I’m not gonna get all super duper deep this time, mostly because I wanna save all the sappy stuff for July when I end up making a drawing for that.
But just know I appreciate you SO, SO much. And this community! It’s still stayed so awesome after all this! Ahhh, just thanks a bunch ;U;
aND EVEN SPLITTING THE PIC MAKES THE QUALITY TERRIBLE PLEASE JUST CLICK ON THE PARTS
RP: Mara, éntrale a lo del meme del mini fic para que te pida FlarexHaqen, octuples AU XDDDDD
La pesada puerta se abrió intempestivamente dando paso al orgulloso padre, que sin esperar a escuchar completo el tan ansiado aviso, se apresuró a encontrarse con su mujer y su… ¡¿SUS CUÁNTOS HIJOS?!
—Hemos sido gratamente bendecidos, amado mío— susurró la rubia, exhausta tras la colosal labor y sosteniendo apenas a cuatro de sus pequeños príncipes, siendo los otros cuatro atendidos por la servidumbre—No una, sino ocho veces.
Ajá, y ocho veces se dijo a sí mismo “No es cierto” mientras luchaba inútilmente por desvanecer aquella mueca congelada de estupefacción.