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Lights go out, the crowd goes silent. A huge unicorn appears onstage. The gays flock on the field wearing nothing but relics from the “Artpop” era. Suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the stadium: “It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H I M” A republican drops dead. The unicorn explodes, releasing a cloud of glitter and grease. Tom Brady chokes on this eleganza. Gaga emerges wearing nothing but an American flag. She sings the first verse and chorus of “Born this Way”, immediately destroying every nuclear weapon in the world. She stops, looks straight at the camera: “My name is lady Gaga, but you can call me Joanne”. An electric guitar bursts into flames while Gaga belts out “Perfect Illusion”, dismantling the white supremacy. The song suddenly fades out into “Manicure” for fifteen seconds. A dance interlude storms onstage, while the “Venus” chants morphs into “Dance in the Dark”. An exorcism is performed live onstage. The démon rises up, followed by “Bad Romance”. The Wesboro Baptist Church disappears into oblivion. GOP is drowned into hot cheetos, which allows time for Cher to become the first female US president. The new United States of America is reborn to the tune of “Poker Face”, sung as a duet with Tony Bennett. Lady Gaga kicks a football and score a touchdown. Texas becomes officially gay™. The performance ends, as Tony Bennett drops his flesh suit to reveal… BEYONCÉ!!! “Téléphone Part 2/Judas/Video Phone” mash up grants three wishes to every person who ever bought “Joanne” and watched “AHS: Hotel”. Laganja Estranja death drops on Joe Biden’s face. Lady Gaga shoots fireworks from her Versace boobs while singing “The edge of Glory”, effectively ending homophobia everywhere in the world. The stadium erupts in applause, as Lady Gaga’s voice fades away, singing the iconic bridge from “Applause”. A jock in the audience turns to Barack Obama wearing a rainbow jacket, and whispers “She did that.” Obama answers “yes, she did.” Iconic.

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

hey remember how on september 20th, 2017, at the greek theatre in los angeles, california, harry styles asked a fan for their rainbow flag while singing what makes you beautiful by one direction and then proceeded to prance around the stage proudly waving it? haha that was cool.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious what kind of statement you think he's making with his concert clothes. I think in particular you noticed something about his sheer white rose shirt and red patterned suit from Iheart @ Vegas? What are your thoughts on how this aligns with his rainbow flag moments in SF and LA. I was at the SF show, and the pride flag happened so organically... it was beautiful. So many unexpected moments at that 1st show! The flag, his merch (kindness), WMYB, his suit & hair, the pink curtain... 1/2

Anonymous said: Even if he never is publicly out, he has fostered so much inclusion & raised awareness for LBTQ+. 2/2


You know what’s funny? I was a fashion designer for more than 10 years, and then a stylist for another 5 and when I “retired” I was so sick of clothes and so tired of the shallowness of the industry that I couldn’t have given less fucks about what people wore if I tried. But I swear Harry has reawakened my love for the art of fashion and the incredible way clothing plays a role in self-expression. 

My guess is that most of what Harry is doing with his wardrobe choices is having fun. I also think he’s very aware of his “brand” and knows that taking such fashion risks is going to get him noticed. But under all of that, I think he’s also playing with the idea of being a flamboyant and androgynous rockstar - it allows him to not only indulge in incredibly creative clothing, but also display his love of feminine touches (florals, bows, ruffles, pink…). Many people shrug it off because he’s European or a musician or….Harry. But there’s a lot of subversion there as well - wearing a women’s suit in his album’s art work is not what you’d expect from “womanizer” Harry Styles. Wearing a sheer burnout blouse with a giant pussy bow under a head to toe harlequin print suit not only makes him look like Liberace, but also calls to mind Freddie Mercury’s fabulous harlequin unitard (thank you @iampackratseemehoard for reminding me of that). 

The flag moments were incredible (I was at the SF and LA shows) - the one in SF was amazing because it was the first time he’d draped it over his mic stand and left it there for multiple songs and the one in LA was particularly so because he very purposely asked for it during WMYB. To me, the reworked song sounded like more of an anthem about loving yourself and being true to who you are - and when he twirled the pride flag while singing it, my heart grew about 374876243 sizes bigger. That boy knows what he’s doing. Always. 

I agree with you completely - regardless of whether he ever comes out publicly, he’s been incredibly inspirational to so many. And he’s used his wardrobe to make a statement about not subscribing to the theory that boys wear “boy’s clothes” and girls wear “girl’s clothes”…Harry shows us all that we can wear what we want if we feel good in it, we shouldn’t care what other people think, and we should be kind to each other while doing it. In doing that, he gives us all license to just be ourselves…whatever that might look like. And my guess is, for anyone who’s ever felt “other” or marginalized in some way, that feeling of inclusion goes beyond fashion choices…and I think Harry is very aware of that.

Yet another reason I am so proud to be his fan.   

“…Oi, Ash, ya didn’t ‘ave to.” Johnny chuckled, Cockney accent thick in his throat as he stared across their room and to the long vertical mirror facing the bed he sat upon.

“Of course I didn’t have to get it, Johnny.” Ash sounded a bit exasperated but it was in her normal teasing tone that still confused him even after they’d been together for over two years. “I wanted to…”

Johnny watched in the reflection as Ash stood behind him before pulling herself to grasp at his shoulders. He suspected she was standing on a few pillows if the cool weight against his lower back could be explained (as well as her being even able to get herself up that high). If anything, it made him smile thinking of how they made their height/species difference work throughout their relationship.

There was always ways, after all.

“…Thank you.” Johnny said; still feeling a tad guilty or apprehensive for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

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I don’t know what happened y’all. A maybe 200-300 word drabble somehow morphed into a 1400 word one-shot. lol. Hope you enjoy regardless. ;-p

why I love formula one

a selection of reasons and a look back on moments throughout the years that have reminded me just why I love this sport so much


  • when the drivers mess around

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  • #placesalonsowouldratherbe
  • dancing drivers

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  • dancing mechanics
  • dancing marshals

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  • how the drivers get along so well with each other

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  • when vettel got bored and overtook two drivers in the pitlane with literally zero effort

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  • team twitter sass
  • when all else fails, get the duct tape
  • the Suzuka puppets
  • crazy fan costumes

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  • Button’s cake obsession

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  • how excited we get when random animals appear on the track

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  • when the drivers pull faces/smile for the camera

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  • how much kimi raikkonen doesn’t give a shit

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  • “Felipe, baby”
  • lucky nipple tweak

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  • swearing over team radio
  • the famous kimi quote
  • that one time when all the teams raced boats down the pit lane during the rain in Suzuka
  • Mexican waving at Silverstone

video here

  • Riccardo drinking out of his shoe and then forcing Webber to do the same
  • amazing driver abbreviation coincidences ‘BUT GRO PER’
  • smiley Dan

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  • awesome helmet designs
  • vettel’s victory doughnuts
  • car worshipping
  • the night races
  • when two drivers who are on the podium don’t like each other and the other driver stands awkwardly and gives an The Office style look to the camera
  • sebastian choosing to go deep into a corner and lock up so he wouldn’t hit a seagull and then teasing Hamilton for not braking for it after the race

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  • Maurizio being adorable
  • Kevin and the banana
  • Rosberg’s adorable clumsiness

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  • mclaren’s new team member at singapore
  • how every time Kimi gets onto the podium they never have actual champagne
  • the love everyone has for the driver’s wives

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  • the pirelli stetsons in Austin
  • the pirelli ushankas in Russia
  • the pirelli sombreros in mexico
  • when one of the driver’s pours champagne over the interviewer
  • the fact that Hulkenberg takes his little Hulk Pop! vinyl around the world with him and takes pictures for his Twitter with it
  • that time when Jenson and Fernando snuck onto the podium

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  • when Vettel put the whole front wing of his car into the cockpit
  • when drivers hijack the marshal’s scooter and drive them both back to the pits

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  • the red wigs
  • sauber vs force india pit lane crate rowing

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  • that time when kimi got out the car during a red flag period and just ate an ice cream without a care in the world
  • the marshal teddy bear at Hungary
  • adorable little felipinho
  • and to finish off, just a selection of hilarious fernando alonso moments

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Hogwarts Houses as Leftists
  • Gryffindor: Radicalizing friends and giving passionate speeches to the IWW and shit. Super into the glorious ideals and image of socialism and is probably always carrying a red flag. Sings the Internationale and Solidarity Forever at family gatherings and parties. Will de-arrest you without a second thought.
  • Hufflepuff: Working in soup kitchens and spreading the good word through community service. "Meets people where they're at" better than the other three houses and comes off as the least pretentious. Digs full consensus at meetings and heavily emphasizes left unity. Most likely to form a cooperative or commune.
  • Ravenclaw: Writing tomes on theory and praxis and historical materialism. Probably has a small library of books on left-wing theory of all stripes and is always up for debate to win people over. Can often be really creative, formulating and drawing the propaganda posters and writing paragraphs of solid ideas on them. Sounds like a mix of a professor, a conspiracy theorist, and a wizard to the uninitiated.
  • Slytherin: Organizing black bloc and other forms of direct action. Always down to fight fascists and perfectly comfortable speaking out if they disagree -- in society and among other leftists. Probably has a sick punk or thrash band with deeply political lyrics. Often misunderstood -- tends to stick to their subculture but will immediately join the larger movement when push comes to shove.
This is How a Heart Breaks ( Gaston x reader)

I finally finished it. I was so surprised at how many people actually like the teaser so that motivated me to finish it. I don’t know why but I have a lot of fun writing for Gaston. So again this story is of what would happen if the reader fell of the castle instead of Gaston. This also has a sort of Dracula Untold ending. 

WARNINGS: Death, Angst, Feels, blood, spoilers-ish?, and fluff. 

 Tags: @withouthannah because they so kindly asked to be tagged.

 So now that all that’s out of the way please enjoy!

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Fandom: Sing 2016

Pairing: Johnny x Ash (Jash)

Rated: T

Story Summary: Ash buys Johnny a special gift that has him recalling his past…as well as their future.


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“…Oi, Ash, ya didn’t ‘ave to.” Johnny chuckled, Cockney accent thick in his throat as he stared across their room and to the long vertical mirror facing the bed he sat upon.

“Of course I didn’t have to get it, Johnny.” Ash sounded a bit exasperated but it was in her normal teasing tone that still confused him even after they’d been together for over two years. “I wanted to…”

Johnny watched in the reflection as Ash stood behind him before pulling herself to grasp at his shoulders. He suspected she was standing on a few pillows if the cool weight against his lower back could be explained (as well as her being even able to get herself up that high). If anything, it made him smile thinking of how they made their height/species difference work throughout their relationship.

There was always ways, after all.

“…Thank you.” Johnny said; still feeling a tad guilty or apprehensive for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

Perhaps it was his father always stressing to him how macho men are supposed to be and the man in the relationship should be the one buying the gifts for his girl. Or maybe it was still the fact he was getting used to all of this - Ash was his first (and he knew in his heart - last) girlfriend and it still astounded him what a wonderful relationship it was to have. He cherished all of the affection she bestowed on him whether it be just a slight kiss on the cheek before practice at the Moon Theater or her grasping onto his index finger when they walked home together at night.

Ash, the girl who seemed so prickly (literally) when they first met but he seen the warmth and fire behind those icy blue eyes. He’d immediately appreciated her outer beauty but over the course of the competition, and more so, the rebuilding, it became far more.

It was mainly acquaintances at first, followed by co-workers, than reluctant (on Ash’s part at first) friends. It was a slow burn to his instant infatuation. Getting to know each other and realizing a small spark that began to grow and get nurtured as the months went on. Learning about each other through practices, performances, behind the scenes, and even spending time outside of work. Rarely apart and even when they were, they texted or called almost constantly. It was apparent what was happening between them and yet Johnny was still highly apprehensive about asking her out considering it had only been half a year since her breakup…

Yet, Johnny didn’t have to wonder long because soon enough, Ash was the one to ask him out. To say Johnny was surprised would be a sore understatement as this girl who he could barely keep his eyes off of asked him out.

It was a roller-coaster from there.

They easily made the transition from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend almost seamlessly with very few, minor bumps along this road called life. They were a team, partners - always encouraging and pushing each other to be the best they could be - in and out of the theater. Their relationship had naturally grown into a romance neither had experienced before - an almost gravitational pull that neither could deny.

It was only a matter of time before they made the decision to move in together only a year into them dating.

A squeak of the bed as she shifted behind him brought him out of his thoughts for only a second as he took in the gift Ash had just gave him (for really no apparent reason) was a midnight black t-shirt with a distressed, high-quality print of a sideways Union Jack or how they call it in America, the British or U.K. Flag.

All of a sudden, Johnny was inundated with flashes of memories from seeing the flag of the country he was birthed.

Memories of growing up, school, his entire beginning of his life until he was nearly a teenager took place in that small town just south of London. The same place his mum died and him and his father fled to have a new start in America. If he thought hard enough, he could still smell the fog and rain that seemed to never clear at times, dank smell of putrid beer and greasy food wafting from nearby pubs, the oil and gasoline that was always heavy in his father’s mechanic shop, and finally, the scent of his mum’s perfume and her gentle touch upon his back as she taught him to play the piano when he was such a small lad…

Long moments had passed; so much so that Ash must have noticed how quiet he had become. Him just sitting atop their bed; staring at his reflection in the mirror across the room - his eyes not straying from the shirt she had gifted him.

“…You uh - like it…Don’t you?” Ash asked unsure and Johnny broke out of his thoughts. Knowing her as well as he did, he immediately picked up on the barely concealed disappointment lacing her soft voice.

Johnny wanted to slap himself.

“Of course I do, Love!” Johnny was certain to answer with he most genuine tone he could muster. Terrified he may have insulted her somehow because of his propensity to space-out and get lost in his head far too much.

“…then what’s wrong?” Ash asked, her manicured brows furrowed and Johnny felt a lot more at ease when he felt her small hands began gliding over his broad shoulders.

Johnny immediately wanted to talk to her about the real issues but she already knew. He’d told her all about his past in London and they even made plans to visit but he thought he’d face the other elephant in the room.

“It’s just - I didn’t get you anything.” he shrugged, hating how even after all this time, she still caused his cheeks to flush and his nervousness palpitating in his chest.

Johnny was treated to Ash’s soft laugh.

“You don’t have to get me something just because I bought you a gift. I saw it at this local store when I was finishing up my tour last week and I got a super awesome deal on it, so I couldn’t pass it up.” her voice was light and airy and punctuated with a slight chuckle which had Johnny questioning if she was teasing about the last part or not. He supposed none of that mattered anyway.

Johnny didn’t answer, just smiled and felt his face growing hot with how her arms tightened over him, fingers grasping and tangling into the fabric of the shirt.

“Besides, I’m so glad I did. You look amazing.” Ash chuckled, rubbing her cheek along his own in obvious affection.

“I love my handsome British boyfriend.” she said, causing his face to burn even more when he leaned in and kissed his hairy cheek.

Johnny laughed, turning his head enough to find her lips and give her a chaste kiss. He allowed her to deepen it for a moment before he pulled away, turning his body a bit to grasp her by the hips and pull her into his lap.

Ash giggled, burying her nose in his throat as her arms naturally draped over his wide shoulders. Johnny didn’t make a further move, just held her tightly against his chest and breathing in the incredibly comforting scent of her he was more familiar with now.

Eyes drifting to the mirror once again, seeing parts of the flag that wasn’t being obstructed by Ash’s body and mess of quills, he allowed himself to recall his childhood home. A place that he supposed would always have a piece of his heart because it held those memories of growing up and the priceless recollections of his precious mum.

Perhaps, to some parts of his heart, it would always be home even if most memories weren’t the fondest. Yet as he looked from that symbol of his previous country to his girlfriend cradled so close to his heart, he knew he found a much better place to call home now.