that was the greatest concert yet

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This is a cute article showing all the times Westbrook has posted about Taylor: sbnation(.)com/nba/2017/6/27/15878640/taylor-swift-congratulates-russell-westbrook-nba-mvp-award

Taylor Swift comes ‘out of the woods’ to congratulate Russell Westbrook on MVP award

Westbrook is a longtime Taylor Swift fan.

Russell Westbrook finally won the MVP award he has longed for on Monday night at the first-ever NBA Awards show. It was a great moment for Westbrook as he thanked his team, his family, and even the media. As the praise came rolling in on Twitter, one from Taylor Swift showed up on the Oklahoma City Thunder Twitter account.

The video from Taylor is significant for two reasons. Reason one is that Swift has essentially been hiding from the media since last summer. She’s said very little publicly lately about anything at all, yet she was ready to come “out of the woods” to congratulate Westbrook because Russ is the greatest. Excuse my pun, it’s a Taylor Swift song. Seriously, though, she’s been MIA for so long, it turned into a thing.

The other is that Westbrook is a pretty big Swift fan. We first found out about it in 2015 when Russ was singing along to “Bad Blood” in his car.

A post shared by Russell Westbrook (@russwest44) on May 22, 2015 at 3:06pm PDT

And then this happened.

And then Russ went to her concert.

A post shared by Russell Westbrook (@russwest44) on Aug 26, 2015 at 8:19am PDT

And again, when Westbrook was singing “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.”


Congratulations again to Westbrook on his MVP Award. And as always, let Westbrook be Westbrook.


Prince’s Epic ‘Purple Rain’ Tour: An Oral History

By David Browne, Rolling Stone, June 22, 2017

On July 27th, 1984, Prince and the Revolution were confronted with their first hint of how their lives were about to change when they attended the Hollywood premiere of Prince’s first movie, Purple Rain. “That night at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre was insane,” recalls keyboardist Lisa Coleman. “We thought we’re just making what would be kind of a cult film. I’d stood in line at that theater to see Alien the first day it came out. And now there I was, arriving in a limo. Limousine, red carpet – none of us had ever done anything like that before. We felt more like rebels, and suddenly we’re all fancy, like movie stars.”

That night would only be the start of one of the most momentous years in Prince’s life. The film was an immediate cultural touchstone, grossing $7.7 million in its opening weekend (a commanding figure at the time) and eventually grossing 10 times that amount. Four months later, at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Prince and the Revolution launched the Purple Rain tour. The 98-show trek, which continued through April 1985, was groundbreaking in many ways: It introduced Prince’s most elaborate sets and a new guitarist (Wendy Melvoin), and the crowd hysteria and occasional cameos from the likes of Bruce Springsteen and Madonna confirmed Prince’s place as pop’s most commanding star of the moment.

In the confines of those tightly structured shows, Prince reveled in special effects and over-the-top staging – doing splits or somersaults, playing his famous ejaculating guitar (using Ivory Liquid, of course) or pretending to talk to the Lord during the “Purple Rain” B side “God.” Yet the tour impacted on him in ways he and the Revolution never expected. In time for the upcoming deluxe reissue of the Purple Rain album – with accompanying bonus audio and video material – and the tour’s inclusion on Rolling Stone’s 50 Greatest Concerts of the Last 50 Years list, RS spoke with the Revolution and the band’s unofficial member, lighting director LeRoy Bennett, about those momentous five months and their aftermath.

I. Preparations

Wendy Melvoin (guitarist): I remember being conscious that the Purple Rain tour was the biggest thing he had ever done [during planning stages]. I kept seeing sketches of plans and Prince would buzz in and out of the rooms. We were all being fitted for clothes that were being made. I was standing on one of those pill boxes, and there are about five people doing the measurements on me. It was like Queen Victoria being dressed for a gathering. At one point, one of them tried to do an inseam on my pant leg, and I felt really oddly like, “Fuck this – I’m not entitled to this. Why is this happening?”

Prince walked in and asked me to come outside so he could talk to me. Apparently he had been watching what was going on and he took me outside and goes, “You have to allow this to happen. You have to allow them to do what it is that they do. That’s why they’re here. And don’t feel bad about it.” At that very moment, I realized, “OK. There’s something else happening here, and I just have to let this happen.” I didn’t want to get in the way of how he was trying to represent himself. And that was a big, big a-ha! moment for me. I sat back and saw this thing unfold.

LeRoy Bennett (lighting director): The theatrics started to become more and more evident. Controversy had a little bit and the 1999 tour had a bit more theatrics in it. But the Purple Rain tour was a major step in technology for us. Once you’ve seen a laser beam for five minutes, you’re done with it. So what we were doing was pushing the lasers and different things through fiber optics. We had dry-ice fog, but we used liquid nitrogen a lot. For “When Doves Cry,” we’d have jets that shot horizontally across the stage. It almost looked like ghosts that flew across, met in the middle of the stage and dissipated. Other [lights] came up from the back like these huge fountains. We wanted the show to be more of an immersive experience. We wanted to portray the emotions of the songs and create interesting environments.

Melvoin: As far as signing a non-disclosure, like “You’re not allowed to do drugs,” I had heard his crew had to do something like that, but we as a band didn’t have to. But he didn’t like it when you drank in public and someone took a picture of it. He would get really buzzed if you had a picture taken with a beer because it’s like, “I don’t want children to think they can be badass only with a beer in their hand!” I understood it. I got it. There was a little bit of a weirdness, but I understood it was a business he was trying to run, and I respected it.

Matt Fink (keyboardist): Very few bands – pop bands, which I suppose you could say we were at that time – were doing coordinated dance moves while they were on their instruments. Keyboard players like myself, you didn’t really see them doing choreographed moves with the bands. But Prince wanted the whole band moving.

Mark Brown (a.k.a. BrownMark, bassist): I grew up in a time period where I would go see Cameo and the whole band was always moving. I was always asked to help with the choreography [for Prince], and so, when we would build the shows, I was kind of responsible for all of the movement. I had to figure out a way, with this different type of music, to create movement that was simple and where you could still play your instrument effectively. It was a challenge because not everybody was used to dancing and playing.

Lisa Coleman (keyboardist): We would just have to bend our bodies or shake our heads. Sometimes it got kind of rough too because I was wearing high heels and playing keyboards. It ruined my back for the rest of my life.

Fink: We were at Rudolphs Bar-B-Que [in Minneapolis] one late night and I remember Prince saying to me, “Do you think it would be cool if Bobby was standing up playing drums?” And I said, “How does a drummer stand up?” He wanted so badly for Bobby to stand up and play drums. But it worked because we had the drum machine running and Bobby was playing percussion and cymbals against the drum machine.

Bobby Z. (a.k.a. Robert Rivkin, drummer): No drummers had been required to do choreography. That was just the Prince world. We’d practice in front of a mirror. Looking at yourself was hard. He made us all look graceful, like in a ballet, because you don’t want to be a dork.

Melvoin: We had two weeks of productions rehearsals, I think in St. Paul, right before the tour started. I remember the first day we went in for full-on production, and that was astonishing to see it. That’s when I realized it, “Holy shit, this is massive. We’re in a stadium right now in production rehearsals.” I know it doesn’t sound like much right now, but back then it was like, “Oh, my God.”

Bennett: We spent more time in rehearsal than we had ever done before. It was almost like we did a tour of Minneapolis because we kept changing venues once a week, or once a week and half.

Bobby Z.: It was all about how he entered the stage. At various shows it was, “OK, now you have the gymnasium and the catwalk.” The biggest thing they had were the elevators under the stage for “Let’s Go Crazy.” There was a mannequin for when he would appear and disappear. There were all these cool magic tricks to get Prince on and off stage.

Brown: For the “When Doves Cry” scene, you had this stage prop of the claw-foot tub up on a hydraulic lift behind Bobby that was way up high. The first time they tried using the tub, which was very lightweight and made out of fiberglass, Prince got into it and they had not nailed it down into the platform. That thing went right over backwards once he got in it. He took quite a tumble. He just lay there while they checked him out, and fortunately he just had some good bruising. Things got called that day while they figured out what needed to be changed on that one. That was a scary moment.

Bennett: My heart stopped. He didn’t really fall that far, like four feet. But it shook him up a little bit. He walked off the stage, got in his car – which he always parked next to the stage in the arena – and took off. That was the end of rehearsals for the day. The carpenters changed the lyrics to “this is the sound when tubs fly.”

Melvoin: If Prince was doing any kind of bad behavior – if he was mean or just straight-up wrong about something he said he was straight-up right about – he always said something bad would happen to him. The way I remember that moment is that he had gotten into a fight with his manager. Prince was in a super-cranky mood and he was practicing his move with the bathtub and the bathtub fell. He was so freaked by it that he was super nice and kind [laughs]. Very humble.

Fink: The soundchecks were always three hours long. I would have a boom box on stage – everybody usually did – and we’d record those soundchecks because afterwards you’d want to listen to it in the dressing room to refresh your memory as to what we just learned, because it had to be played that night. That’s the way I could get through it and remember it.

Melvoin: Our soundchecks would start at like 2 in the afternoon and we’d play until 5. Each person would have to keep running out to get hair and makeup done. We wouldn’t leave to go back to the hotel after soundcheck. We had to stay there. The show would go on at 8.

Brown: Before the show, we’d all huddle up and pray. He’d point to you or tell you to lead if you had a bad day or a good day. He would speak when he had something to say. It was a meaningful ritual. You felt like you needed protection. The crowds were so loud and it was so crazy that we needed each other because that was the only thing you had – each other for support.

Fink: It was non-denominational. If someone was sick at home you’d talk about that. You just said whatever you had to say. It was a critical moment, especially when he spoke. He really said a lot of profound wisdom during those circles. He would reveal a little bit more of himself in those moments.

Melvoin: I used to think of it more as like tandem sky divers. We’d form that circle and say, “Just get us through this and make it run smoothly for him.” It became superstitious and it bothered me to some degree. But I appreciated the tradition, and I think everybody relied on it.

Coleman: Sometimes he would say weird things like, “This might be the last time we play,” or “I might break up the band,” or give us strange motivations like that just to go out onstage and kill it.

II. The Tour Begins

Coleman: When we got to Detroit [for the first show], suddenly we had bodyguards. “What? Bodyguards?!” Wendy and I had one and so did the guys. I remember getting to the hotel and guys carrying our bags, and the whole feeling was like, “Uh-oh. This is different.”

Fink: I think there were 105 people out there with us. Twelve buses. It was a massive undertaking. I knew, “Wow, we’re in the real big time now.”

Melvoin: In 1984, '85, that was the beginning of massive stadium shows. Def Leppard would always be two venues ahead of us, and Bruce Springsteen was doing Born in the U.S.A at the same time. We were all following each other in these huge caravans.

Coleman: [The first show in Detroit] was one of the loudest things I’ve ever heard. It’s like when sports teams come out onto the field. We were hitting the stage and it’s as if we were coming out from the locker room, you know? People were screaming and hanging over the rails and reaching for us. They knew our names, more than ever because of the film. We all kind glanced at each other like, “Holy shit!”

Bennett: The hair stood up on my arms. It still does thinking about it. It was just insane because none of us had experienced anything like that before. Suddenly we were elevated to a much higher level than we ever anticipated and it was a bit overwhelming. You had to really fight hard to concentrate on what you were supposed to do during the show, because you couldn’t believe what was going on.

Melvoin: When they turned the lights off and you’d stand by the side of the stage and hear, “Ladies and gentlemen …,” it was deafening. To this day, I have never heard anything like that. It was so loud that my ears became distorted at one point.

Brown: It was hard to hear yourself onstage. The audience would settle down after the first couple songs, but still … I had a huge bass rig. And even with all of that equipment, I would only hear it if I walked back by the bass amp. You’d feel the beat, but there were moments where you could get lost.

Fink: The loudest white noise possible.

Bennett: There were times where I couldn’t hear myself talking to the spotlight operators and they were having a hard time hearing me. It was crazy.

Bobby Z: Then Prince would rile them back up. He’d shake his ass or do a costume change or something, and people would go nuts again.

Coleman: The fun part was watching him, because a lot of things didn’t happen unless he gave us visual cues. It was like a game watching him run around the stage, and he would do a slight move of his hand, which would cue a riff or something. You’d have to watch pretty darn closely. Every once in a while, to cue the end of a song, he’d throw a hankie into the air, and when the hankie hit the ground, that’s when we would stop. So you had to be able to see the ground, and if you’re backed up on a riser behind keyboards and cymbals, sometimes it was hard to see, like, “Oh no! The hankie disappeared!”

Bennett: He would do hand signals for certain musical turnarounds, so you would have to watch for all that. He liked to mess around. Every once in a while, he would just do the signal in front of his chest, so the band could see it and I couldn’t. He would just do it to be funny.

Coleman: He’d say “Body Heat.” Bobby would hit the snare drum once and then we’d have to go to “Body Heat.” Then he’d stop that by saying, “'Rumble’ in E.” So we had all these different things, little modular funky things that we could put together that he could call out like we were his jukebox or drum machine that he could play. It was like a live computer.

Bobby Z: The crowd could feel it was tight and spontaneous, but it also had some train wrecks. Ninety-nine percent of the time it was a miracle.

Melvoin: I had boots on, tons of jewelry, and my instrument and I had to sing and do choreography. It was literally the Olympics. We were like synchronized swimmers. If someone screwed up that thing, there’s not even a bronze medal. You’re just off the team. This was high stakes.

Bobby Z.: At our Syracuse show, he called out “sway from side to side,” and the entire Revolution moved like a piston in an engine back and forth.

Coleman: We were wearing all these big … what do you call it? These regal New Romantics clothes? It was hot. I’d go up onstage wearing a cape on top of a dress, and I would just take off stuff during the show. Shed as much as I could. It was hot onstage with all those ruffles.

Melvoin: One of the things that Prince would tell us before going on tour, especially at the beginning of Purple Rain, was, “If you feel yourself rushing and playing too fast, cut your body’s heart rhythm in half and move your body in half-time, and you will play behind the beat.” We were religious about it.

Coleman: Prince wanted always be as good as the film. He didn’t want anyone ever to go, “Oh, that’s the band from the movie? Eww, they’re not as good.” That was one of his worst fears.

Brown: We used to get fined if we made mistakes, and I got to a point where I would stop playing bass notes in certain types of segues and start this rumbling on the bass. Prince loved that crap. And it saved me from a lot of fines.

Coleman: If you missed a cue or played an extra horn punch or something, that was $500. He would withhold your money. It never happened to me. I’m lucky. Actually, I’m good at faking it. He never knew when I made a mistake.

Melvoin: He threatened to take your paycheck away, and a couple times he tried, but we all laughed at him and said, “No, that’s not going to happen.” It was this warning, this threat, and he was really happy to go ahead and make the threat because it would make you get your shit together if you had made a mistake.

III. The Intensity

Coleman: When we were at the Superdome in New Orleans, it was, what, 90,000 people? We knew it was big because it sounded big, and then Prince said, “LeRoy, turn on the house lights!” And we turn on the house lights and it was scary. Prince was like, “Noooo! Turn them off, turn them off!” It was too much. It was an ocean of people.

Melvoin: I loved when we turned the lights on during “Take Me with You” and we could actually see the audience. We would turn on the stadium lights full blast – fluorescent, horrible lighting – and we could see everybody in the audience and we all became one and sang “Take Me With You.” You see every seat filled. You look to your left and you see everybody. You look to your right. It was incredible, and they all sang it. It was really beautiful.

Bennett: It must have been scary to them because they had no idea there were that many people. I’m sure the first time they saw that, they shit themselves [laughs].

Brown: We were literally the hardest-working band in show business. I would feel sorry when he would invite people to play with us onstage, because they didn’t understand that type of dedication. When people would sit in with us, they didn’t even know what to do. I don’t care how seasoned a musician they were.

Bobby Z: Everybody came in the band’s room, like Springsteen and Madonna [during a multi-show run at the Forum in Los Angeles in February 1985]. We had an open-door policy and got to meet a lot of fun people. Onstage, they always thought it was exciting. But onstage with Prince it was always a game.

Coleman: It became a take-no-prisoners situation, like, “Yeah, let’s just go out there and conquer the world.” And all the people that were supposed to be the competition were just like saying, “Wow!” to Prince. And again, he wanted to soak that up. He wanted to experience it firsthand, so that was a good way to do it.

Melvoin: Unfortunately he would kind of screw with people, especially big famous artists who would come up. If he sensed they were a little bit lost, he’d try and expose that: grab a guitar and do a blistering solo in their face. There was a certain amount of, like, straight-up competitive humiliation. But he thrived on that, like, “I know I’m great.”

Coleman: With Bruce, I remember Prince being a bit of an imp and trying to throw him off. He was giving us his secret hand signals while Bruce was trying to play a guitar solo. There was a little cat and mouse going on. I never knew if Bruce knew Prince was doing that because there was a bit of giggling, but we knew and were like, “No, don’t do that, it’s so mean!”

Fink: Prince was reveling in it. It was his goal to tower over everybody in a lot of ways. He loved it. With Madonna, they were flirting and playing.

Coleman: I have to admit I’m such a dork. I didn’t know who Madonna was. This girl came onto the stage and I was like, “Who’s that?” I thought he just pulled some girl up on the stage. I didn’t know what was going on until I was in the bathroom after the show.

Melvoin: Madonna came backstage and was in our dressing room, mine and Lisa’s, and wanted to use the bathroom. It was this true girl moment. We were each in our stalls peeing at the same time and she goes, “You guys are such badasses!” That was my first introduction to Madonna.

Coleman: We always had jams [during the encores]. “Baby I’m a Star” was notorious. “Purple Rain” could be 30 minutes long. We could stretch things out.

Bennett: We used to do a running bet with the crew on how long “Purple Rain” was going to be. Every night. I’m not a betting man, so I never got involved, but in the production office, there was a board where people would place their bets on the time. It was usually extended between 20 to 25 minutes. You could win a couple hundred bucks.

Coleman: During that time, Prince was very positive and didn’t want to miss what it meant to the world. He would read every magazine, whatever press. He wanted to see it all, good or bad. And then he wanted to affect it in a positive way, and he started doing more philanthropic things. We started playing at schools or doing food drives.

Melvoin: On that tour we’d be onstage for hours and then of course we’d end up doing another show afterwards or we’d do a show during the day somewhere else. It was full on every night until the last show. I remember we went to Gallaudet, the school for the deaf [in Washington, D.C.] and did the entire show in their auditorium, and it was incredible. There were huge monitors on the floor in the audience so the kids could feel the bottom end. I remember at least 25 signers in the audience who were watching us and signing all the words to every song. The kids loved it. And then they broke it down and we went to the stadium and played another show that night.

Fink: By the end of it, we were changing some arrangements. Prince still put us through mental gymnastics every day. He’d make a new transition between certain songs and you had to remember it. It was like a game to him. But Prince cut the tour short. Around the World in a Day was on his mind and backstage we were already looking at album covers for that.

Brown: During soundchecks, we recorded “4 the Tears in Your Eyes.” “The Ladder.” All kinds of stuff.

IV. The Aftermath

Coleman: By the end of the tour, he was done with [Purple Rain]. He just burned fast and hard. If you look at the concert footage, he was killing his body. It was really, really hard work and to do it for six months was plenty for him. He was starting to get excited about other things. He was ready to move on.

Bennett: Prior to that tour, we were all very close, but then it started to separate out so that he was very isolated from us towards the end of the tour. I think he anticipated the fame to a certain level, but not what that was. It sounds good in theory until it actually happens. I can’t say it frightened him, but it definitely threw him off. He was just withdrawing. I used to spend a ton of time with him back in Minneapolis over at his house and doing things with him like going to movies. That all started to go away and disappear at a certain degree during that tour. It eventually got to the point where it was us and him. And it started to suck.

Coleman: At first it was just one bus for the whole band. Then the boys had a bus, and Wendy and I had a bus. And Prince had his own bus.

Melvoin: From Purple Rain through Sign 'O’ the Times were his strongest mental and physical times. He wasn’t beaten down by any of it. It gave him incredible strength. There was a certain sort of naïveté about him during that time where he wasn’t second-guessing himself. He handled it really beautifully and wasn’t a frivolous little boy at all. He knew what his responsibility was, and he felt great about it. I don’t know how strong that feeling was for him in his later years. He handled it great at the time, but I’m sure that ultimately what it did to him is whittle away at a certain kind of deep self-esteem about himself. How could anybody reconcile that kind of power and success without it screwing with you deeply?

Coleman [on Prince not participating in “We Are the World” near the end of the tour]: It was the night of the Grammys – we’d done so well and everything was so positive. He just messed up big. I didn’t get why he wouldn’t be involved in that. I can’t really speak to that, honestly, because I didn’t really understand his thinking on it then. I think he just saw a whole bunch of pop stars getting together to “do good,” and I think he thought that was kind of bullshit, in a way.

But if you weren’t going to go there, then just don’t be seen. He was out [that night] and his bodyguard punched somebody or something. When the bad press came out it was like, “Don’t talk about it. … Nobody mention that.” So ridiculous! I thought it was most unfortunate. It was totally the opposite of what he preached.

Bennett: That whole period was so magical. You could just feel the energy of his stardom just skyrocketing. He could’ve continued to write major hits like all the songs on Purple Rain. I think it just became too easy. It wasn’t pushing him and challenging himself, because he constantly challenged himself. He did that with all of us, too. He pushed me to be more than I thought I could be. He would see who you are, what he saw you could do, and most of the time beyond what you believed you could do. And he would just push you there.

Brown: The confidence level that Prince created in all of us – you did anything. You did whatever to win the game.

Melvoin: It was thrilling. It was this roller-coaster feeling: “Woo, God, it’s scary, but I love it!” It felt like the world had opened up and we were going ahead and being allowed to make our dreams come true on that tour.

svt experience + crappy vids lol

just a warning that this is long and I talk too much okay 

the seventeen concert was a success 👍🏼 I’m so glad I upgraded to the 205 section bc even if I had to zoom all the way on my phone and it wasn’t HD or anything it was still the greatest thing ever tbh. 

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Ill - Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by strongerbloger

Request: Can you do a Draco x reader where Draco gets sick and reader has to take care of him? ((Anon))

Warnings: Hospital, muggle-born reader, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, illness (not serious).

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle-born!Reader (also American.)


He woke up coughing the first day. You were laying on his chest when all of the sudden you were jostled away by your boyfriend coughing into his arm. Oh god, you think, he’s sick.

And you were right, soon enough you had figured out he had the flu. You made him tea and gave him some meds but over all he was pretty sick. It was on the second day that you took him to Mungo’s.
His temperate was over a hundred and you had decided that it was hospital time. Draco, naturally, hated hospitals. But he barely put up a fuss as you waited in line for the receptionist. He swayed where he stood and barely kept his eyes open.

“Draco, go sit down.” You whisper, motioning to a chair in the waiting area where no one seemed to be sitting.

“Mhm.” He mutters before swaying over to the chair and taking a seat.

“Y/n?” You turn around.

“Narcissa?” You don’t step out of line, you know enough about hospitals to know it’s a bad idea but you do lean forward to look at her.

“Him too?” She looks up at Lucius, he looks just as sick as Draco.

“Unfortunately.” He doesn’t wait around hear more, he just walks to the waiting area and sits down.

“Next.” The bored voice of the receptionist calls you forward.

After you check Draco in and get him in a bed he finally settled down with the coughing. Lucius and Narcissa end up getting the bed next to his but you keep the curtain shut tightly the whole time.

“Are they over there?” Draco asks in a whisper before coughing again.

“Yeah, but it’s okay, we don’t need to talk about them.” He smiles weakly at you and puts his hand on top of yours.

“Here’s something that’ll cheer you up,” You pick up your bag, “I grabbed it before we left because I know you like them..”

You pull out a book labelled ‘The Big Book of Fairy Tales by Gertrude Lucy’. Draco smiles and props himself up on a few pillows with your help.

“Can we.. open the curtain? It’s a bit stuffy in here..” Draco asks lowly and you nod, setting the book down to open the curtain. Narcissa looks up from her book and Lucius tilts his head but you try not to look at them as you sit at the bottom of the bed.

“Which one?” You ask with a smile. Draco holds your hand again as you flip through the pages.

“Beauty and The Beast.” He mumbles tiredly. You nod and find the page.

“There was once a very rich merchant, who had six children, three sons, and three daughters; being a man of sense, he spared no cost for their education, but gave them all kinds of masters. His daughters were extremely handsome, especially the youngest. When she was little everybody admired her, and called her "The little Beauty;” so that, as she grew up, she still went by the name of Beauty, which made her sisters very jealous.“ He listens as much as he can and you can even see Narcissa and Lucius tilts their heads to listen. You smirk and read on.

"The youngest, as she was handsomer, was also better than her sisters. The two eldest had a great deal of pride, because they were rich. They gave themselves ridiculous airs, and would not visit other merchants’ daughters, nor keep company with any but persons of quality. They went out every day to parties of pleasure, balls, plays, concerts, and so forth, and they laughed at their youngest sister, because she spent the greatest part of her time in reading good books.” You continue on, glancing up every now and again to make sure Draco was still awake.

“As it was known that they were great fortunes, several eminent merchants made their addresses to them; but the two eldest said, they would never marry, unless they could meet with a duke, or an earl at least. Beauty very civilly thanked them that courted her, and told them she was too young yet to marry, but chose to stay with her father a few years longer.” He squeezes your hand as you flip the page and you squeeze it back reassuringly.

“All at once the merchant lost his whole fortune, excepting a small country house at a great distance from town, and told his children with tears in his eyes, they must go there and work for their living. The two eldest answered, that they would not leave the town, for they had several lovers, who they were sure would be glad to have them, though they had no fortune; but the good ladies were mistaken, for their lovers slighted and forsook them in their poverty. As they were not beloved on account of their pride, everybody said; they do not deserve to be pitied, we are very glad to see their pride humbled, let them go and give themselves quality airs in milking the cows and minding their dairy. But, added they, we are extremely concerned for Beauty, she was such a charming, sweet-tempered creature, spoke so kindly to poor people, and was of such an affable, obliging behavior. Nay, several gentlemen would have married her, though they knew she had not a penny; but she told them she could not think of leaving her poor father in his misfortunes, but was determined to go along with him into the country to comfort and attend him. Poor Beauty at first was sadly grieved at the loss of her fortune; "but,” said she to herself, “were I to cry ever so much, that would not make things better, I must try to make myself happy without a fortune.” Draco smiles at you as you read.

“When they came to their country house, the merchant and his three sons applied themselves to husbandry and tillage; and Beauty rose at four in the morning, and made haste to have the house clean, and dinner ready for the family. In the beginning she found it very difficult, for she had not been used to work as a servant, but in less than two months she grew stronger and healthier than ever. After she had done her work, she read, played on the harpsichord, or else sung whilst she spun.” You shift on the bed before picking the book back up again.

“On the contrary, her two sisters did not know how to spend their time; they got up at ten, and did nothing but saunter about the whole day, lamenting the loss of their fine clothes and acquaintance. "Do but see our youngest sister,” said they, one to the other, “what a poor, stupid, mean-spirited creature she is, to be contented with such an unhappy dismal situation.

"The good merchant was of quite a different opinion; he knew very well that Beauty outshone her sisters, in her person as well as her mind, and admired her humility and industry, but above all her humility and patience; for her sisters not only left her all the work of the house to do, but insulted her every moment.

"The family had lived about a year in this retirement, when the merchant received a letter with an account that a vessel, on board of which he had effects, was safely arrived. This news had liked to have turned the heads of the two eldest daughters, who immediately flattered themselves with the hopes of returning to town, for they were quite weary of a country life; and when they saw their father ready to set out, they begged of him to buy them new gowns, headdresses, ribbons, and all manner of trifles; but Beauty asked for nothing for she thought to herself, that all the money her father was going to receive, would scarce be sufficient to purchase everything her sisters wanted.
"What will you have, Beauty?” said her father.
“Since you have the goodness to think of me,” answered she, “be so kind to bring me a rose, for as none grows hereabouts, they are a kind of rarity.” Not that Beauty cared for a rose, but she asked for something, lest she should seem by her example to condemn her sisters’ conduct, who would have said she did it only to look particular.“ Draco tilts his head and you know he’s going to fall asleep soon.

"The good man went on his journey, but when he came there, they went to law with him about the merchandise, and after a great deal of trouble and pains to no purpose, he came back as poor as before…” You trail off to look up at Draco, he was sleeping. You dog eared the page and shut the book.

“I didn’t even know muggles had fairy tales..” Lucius mutters in the bed beside Draco’s.

“What did you think muggles would tell their children at night? They really aren’t as boring as you think they are.” You put the book back in your bag and pull out your phone, hoping for reception so you could text your mom and tell her dinner tonight would need to be pushed back.

“What’s that?” Narcissa asks quietly as Lucius too falls asleep.

“It’s a phone. It’s a device you can use to send messages to someone, as long as they have a phone as well.” Having explained the use of a phone to Draco a million times, you don’t even have to stop typing to tell her.

“Like an owl.” Narcissa says. You shrug.

“Like an owl, I guess.” You finish typing and hit send.

“Did you two have plans?” Narcissa asks. She was a lot happier about you and Draco being together than Lucius was, a lot more interested.

“Yeah, with my parents. They haven’t met him yet so we were going to go to dinner with them but since he’s sick we can’t. It’s okay though, we can reschedule, not the end of the world.” Narcissa shuts her book and you take a small gulp, conversation with this woman always made you nervous.

“Were you going to fly over?” She doesn’t sound skeptical, just casual and normal.

“No, they’re coming over here tonight. Been a while since I’ve seen them. I saw them when the war ended, but I haven’t seen them since me and Draco got together.” You were still holding Draco’s hand, you didn’t know why, he was sleeping it’s not like he could tell you were holding his hand.

“A year? That’s an awfully long time to go without ones parents.” This time you think she’s talking down to you, but her eyes tell a different story.

“It’s not like they don’t have a lot of money just not we-can-buy-plane-tickets-money.” She nods even though she doesn’t understand the situation.

“We talk a lot, texting, calls. I usually send them wizard stuff on birthdays and Christmas. My mom likes lighthouses so I got her a lighthouse that changes colors and my dad likes model cars so I got him one that can drive itself.” She smiles, an uncharacteristic gesture that doesn’t make you feel better.

“Those are quite thoughtful gifts.” You smile back. You shift to the edge of your seat when Draco squeezes your hand.

“Talking about me?” He asks roughly.

“Always, baby. You’re the center of my world.” He laughs at the sarcasm but coughs near the end. You bring him some water.

“What were you really talking about?” He asks, going back to squeezing your hand.

“My parents.” His face fills with realization as the nurse walks in, carrying a tray of healing potions for him and his father.

“Your parents, we were supposed to meet them for dinner tonight!” He sits up but the nurse pushes him back firmly.

“Drink this.” She holds a cup to his lips and he drinks it.
When she leaves he turns back to you.

“Are they still coming?” He asks with a screwed up face.

“Yes, they’ll be here for two weeks. They’re staying in a hotel in London.” He relaxes. He’ll be better in two weeks. The potion they’re giving him will have him better in two days.

“I rescheduled for next week. Chinese.” His eyes light up.

“I love Chinese food.”


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Yay for friday! I love how you all look forward to these updates, it makes me so happy and more than willing to write this lovely series! Here’s to the new CB chapter; merry christmas eve eve! 

Warning: Ben cusses a bit and it’s some good shit

Word Count: 4K+

“A concert?” Sitting on the bar stool as your mother worked around the kitchen, you nodded. “How much?” Stopping in her tracks to look at you, you shook your head.

“Absolutely free! There’s no fee since they’re not like a profiting band, they just do small gigs.” You smiled, in hopes she’d say yes.

“A band? Is this that band you listen to on repeat? The only rock band out of all your music?” Slumping your shoulders, you slowly nodded. “What was it again? Knights of…Knights of…”

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Four Times Eliza Texted Henry "I Love You" and the One Time She Said It

Note: So I wrote a fic.  Because there’s honestly not enough.  And honestly I’ve marathoned this stupid beautiful show enough times to warrant wanting to write this (somewhat longish) fic.  I blame the chemistry shared between Cho and Gillan.  Damn them.  I don’t own any of the characters, by the way.

Four Times Eliza Texted Henry “I Love You” and the One Time She Said It

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The Final Remarks

So this is the end of the Pink Floyd blog of One Week One Band. I’ve attempted to cover the band’s full legacy, both the popular and the obscure parts, but there is much more to delve into if one was to take the time to do so. Pink Floyd have become synonymous with psychedelic and progressive rock, as well as inspiring the elaborate light shows that are present in many rock concerts. Pink Floyd continually made endeavours to create conceptual and provocative music - sometimes this resulted in almost incomprehensible storylines but sometimes it resulted in some of rock’s greatest works.

Pink Floyd, as mentioned before, are a band of multiple eras. Some fans are loyal to the style of Syd Barrett, whilst others are hooked by their internationally successful 70’s albums (although I’ve yet to meet any real enthusiasts of the post-Waters albums above any other of the band’s records). The band has always been experimental in their music and philosophical in their lyrics and subjects, regardless of who was in the complete line-up and both before and after their international success. Furthermore, their collaborations with Hipgnosis on many of their album covers have cemented the highly creative image that makes up the Pink Floyd discography.

If you’re into music, it’s worth looking into Pink Floyd for at least a bit. Knowing about a band’s full back catalogue, as well as the stories behind their creations and the techniques used, is extraordinarily useful when it comes to knowing more about music. The methods they employed to soundtrack films and their sonic multi-track experimentation at Abbey Road are a couple of examples of what makes the bands methods unique. Whatever the magic of Pink Floyd could be described as, it has made them one of the most commercially successful and influential bands in the history of popular music.

This year marks 50 years of Pink Floyd records, and is being celebrated, in part, with the Pink Floyd Exhibition - Their Mortal Remains being held at the V&A until October 1st. Re-mastered tracks from their early years (1965-72) have recently been released. Although the band is no longer recording under the name, their legacy continues to be celebrated.

To end this blog week, I’d like to thank Hendrik for letting me write about one of my favourite bands for all these hours and to anyone who has been following this over the last few days. To see off this blog, I’ve linked a video of the moment Pink Floyd temporarily included a dog in their line-up.

Jungkook xReader|Mini Concert

Request:  “I was not expecting to walk in today to see you bouncing around the kitchen singing/rapping along to my part in Baepsae, but oh my God you’re not even close and it’s hilarious”

Genre: I don’t even fucking know what to call this. BestMemeFic11/10

Word Count: 802 words of pure meme 

I’m so sorry to whoever requested this. You didn’t ask for this intense memeage. I’m so sorry but not really

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@garnetbliss @minmallow @infires-man-17 @piyo-chan21 please read this, my greatest work…

“Oh my God I can already hear the music and I’m not even inside yet…”

Jungkook took a moment standing on your doorstep to take a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever catastrophe he was about to walk into. For the past week he had come home to see you dancing and singing along to various BTS songs, each performance more…interesting than the last. It seemed that no amount of criticism dulled your energy, as you merely shook off his laughter, proclaiming he was just “jealous.”

With one last long sigh, Jungkook placed his final prayers with the great Meme Gods and opened the door.

The second he entered the extremely loud beat to Baepsae hit him like a ton of bricks. He dropped his bag on the floor next to the door and ventured to call out your name, unsurprised when you didn’t answer. Shoving his hands into his pockets he cautiously ventured forward, ready for you to suddenly burst forth with some new crazy dance at any second. He had to be ready to defend himself.

That’s when he heard it. Your voice, ringing your sweet seagull-like tones that reminded him of a stage name long abandoned. It took his brain a moment to fully process it. “You can do this Jungkook, you’ll be fine.” He continued to chant various affirmations to himself as he followed your voice to the kitchen, the smell of cooking bacon and the sound of it’s sizzle tempting him forward. Totally forgetting for a moment about what he was about to witness he bounded forward.

He froze mid-step in the kitchen doorway, taking a moment to process what was happening in front of him. There was the pan of bacon, there was you, dancing and hopping around the kitchen like an excitable puppy, singing into the spatula passionately. He instantly had to bite back laughter as he watched. If he was honest, though, the whole thing was actually kinda cu-

That was when his part came up.

Unaware of the one person audience standing behind you, you lunged forward and suddenly belted into your spatula at the top of your lungs “YOU MU BE KIDDIN’ ME YOU, YOU MU BE KIDDIN’ ME!”

Just like that, any chance he had of being silent was completely shattered as he dropped to the floor in a fit of loud laughter, causing you to jump nearly three feet in the air. When your eyes finally landed on him, sprawled on the ground like a starfish, laughing so hard tears were forming, you glared. “Yeah yeah laugh it up, laugh it up!” you shouted over the music, hopping over to your phone to turn it down.

You watched Jungkook climb to his feet with some effort, wiping the tears from his eyes. “That…was…amazing,” he gasped, grinning widely at you. When he caught your red cheeks he shook his head, stepping forward to pull you into a hug. “Aw I’m sorry for laughing Jagi, I just wasn’t expecting you to get so…into it like that.”

You pulled away from his hug and stuck your tongue out at him. “Whatever, you’re just too embarrassed to admit that I did your part better than you did.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Welp you got me. You can always see right through me Y/N,” he said with an over exaggerated sigh.

You snorted and smacked him in the arm, turning your attention back to the bacon. “You know, mean boyfriends don’t get food,” you said with a smirk.

“I’m not mean, though.”

You turned to give Jungkook a look and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay okay, maybe I was a little mean. But hey, in all honesty, you weren’t that bad. With a voice like that, the boys might be asking you to join the group aaaany day now.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied with a grin, hopping up so he sat on the counter next to you. “I even have the perfect stage name for you!”

A small smile spread across your face as you leaned in closer to Jungkook. “Really? What is it?”

At first, Jungkook said nothing. He waited with bated breath until your lips were inches apart to whisper the answer. “How about…Seagull.”

“OKAY, THAT’S IT LET’S FIGHT MUSCLE PIG!” You screamed, wrenching the knobs on the stove and turning to Jungkook with death in your eyes.

“OH SHIT BOI GOTTA RUN,” Jungkook screamed, jumping off the counter and bounding out of the kitchen.

“Hey get back here, you know you have longer legs than I do!” you called after him. You threw the spatula down and bounded after your boyfriend. There would be no precious “Meme Gods’ to save him now!

Jungkook just hoped the bacon would survive all this, because he sure as hell wasn’t…

Love me? Like I love you.

You know what’s the worst part about being a fan girl. That you would give the world up for that person, take a bullet for that person, or die for that person. Yet they have no idea who you even are. We support them no matter what. We stick up for them any chance we can get no matter the circumstances. Yet again they don’t know us. We buy their merch. We buy concert tickets. While we wait months before, for the tickets begging our parents to meet them and when they finally agree we get that feeling in our stomach. Hope? Love? It’s the greatest feeling and for months we think about everything and plan everything out yet we haven’t even got the tickets. The day the tickets come out we have our credit cards in our hand and are all nervous. It’s like we’re on top of the world. Like we’re in a dream. When it’s the last second and time for you to hit that button to buy tickets and you didn’t get them. That’s when reality gets to you. It’s like all you want to do is crawl up into a ball and cry. Your parents are judging you yet they don’t even know how much they impacted your life. They’ll tell you “oh you don’t even know them.” But I do. In my heart I do. You don’t understand I can watch him/her all day. I can tell you every little thing about them. They are the reason I am so strong. Yet again they don’t know we even exist. You just want to cry cause all you want to do is just stare in their eyes once, talk to them once, touch them once, be able to be in their arms for once, no computer screen or phone screen in the way just you both there. All you want to happen is what your read imagines about or fanfics. Maybe it will happen maybe it won’t. But maybe you do get the tickets. And you get to hold them in your arms. You can finally see them. And all you can think about is wow this is actually happening. And all you want to do is thank them yet you are so shocked you can’t get out any words. But then there are always those girls there. The ones who only got the tickets to brag about it. The ones who just became fans. And you see them in there barely happy and that’s when you think that should be me not her. Maybe it’s just not time. Maybe they’ll spot me in the crowd. We make these fan accounts yet maybe they’ll never even realize it exist. We dedicate our lives to these people. Maybe they should do something for us. How about when you do a “follow spree” you actually follow us. I mean we are the reason you’re here. Not just the ones who look like sluts in their profile pictures. Maybe you should follow the accounts that are actually a fan of you. Tickets are so much money. It’s bull shit. What about the fans who can’t afford it and cry themselves to sleep cause all they dream of is you. Maybe instead of making us spend so much money to meet you give us a damn free meet and greet. We are why you’re famous in the first place. And you meet every fan who shows up no matter the heat or how cold or how long. You meet them. We are just fans in the crowd and it sucks cause all you want to do is hold them and show them how much you love them.

anonymous asked:

lol kris is going to be so much more successful than hangeng in the future. hangeng's ugly, kris is at least cute.

…………well this just pissed me off. Do you even know anything about Han Geng? It’s not always about looks in the real world.
And for your information, Han Geng is VERY GOOD LOOKING.

& As for Kris being more successful than Han Geng in the future? We’ll just have to wait & see won’t we haha. 

Please take awhile and stop being ignorant about everything, because you may believe that Kris Wu is the greatest looking person on the planet, and yet there’ll be loads of people that don’t agree with you at all :)

But let me help you remember all that Han Geng’s accomplished in the past FOUR YEARS. In just MERELY FOUR YEARS.

  • He still holds the record for fastest-sold out concert in Mainland China.
  • He recieved the European Music Awards’ Best Worldwide Act in 2013, being the first ever Chinese person to win an award at the EMAs.
  • He recieved the Kids Choice Awards’ Best Asian Act in 2013 as well, being the first ever Chinese person from Mainland China to win an award at the KCAs.
  • He is sponsored by Dior Homme China, and has been on ALL the Male Fashion Magazines AT LEAST ONCE. That is a feat that no other celebrity in Mainland China has been able to do.
  • All his albums are recorded in his own studio.
  • He currently holds the MOST FOLLOWERS ON CHINA’S TWITTER (Weibo) for a Male Singer (42,144,243 followers to be exact) so please don’t even go there with me if you want to say no one knows him.
  • He’s been the main actor in TWO, Million-CNY box office movies in Mainland China (keep in mind that there’s barely any movies produced in China that reaches the Million-CNY mark)
  • He’s the only Asian Celebrity to be given a ticket to go to the moon by NASA. 
  • He’s the only Male Asian Actor in Transformers 4 (which will be out June 27th).
  • He made his own cell-phone brand, and is the only Chinese Singer to have his brand SELL OUT in less than a week.
  • He is the main stock-holder of Yue-Hua Entertainment, who is working with YG Entertainment (aka. Big Bang, 2NE1’s entertainment company)

I could just go on & on …. so please.
Take a step back before you insult him.
He could buy Kris Wu. lol.

I really didn’t want to make this post…..
But please. When Kris Wu stars in a Hollywood Movie, let me know.

Hi, Taylor! You and your kindness and your generosity have been such an inspiration to me over the past 8 years. I’ve been thinking about how I could best honor that and pass on your inspiration to others. After seeing multiple articles about you frequenting Boston Children’s Hospital when you’re in town, I decided to donate some 1989 tour tickets there. The hope is that a Swiftie who otherwise wouldn’t be able to see you live during your greatest era yet, will be able to take part in and witness something special. And hopefully, they will be able to draw some inspiration and happiness in an otherwise difficult time for them.

Unfortunately, I don’t think I will be able to get in touch with whomever BCH gifts the tickets to, but I’m hoping you will see this. The lucky kid(s) will be attending your Friday July 24th show at Gillette. They’ll be seated in section 337, row 15, seats 20-22.

I hope you see how much you inspire the rest of us to live up to our full potential and help others. Thanks for being such an amazing person.

Always, Jen

One of the greatest things about MGMT is that they have not yet succumb to the loudness wars. Their sound and volume dynamics change as expertly as their notes and chords, creating a more holistic live experience than many acts today which are afraid to deviate from their constant levels in fear of losing the audience. Notably, this is the first concert I’ve been to in a few months where the drums and bass didn’t make other parts inaudible throughout the night.

Y’ALL!!!!! I AM IN A STATE. And I’ve been going on and on about this for days now to anyone who would listen and I’ve been yelling about it all over twitter but I really wanted to document this here so I have one space where I can just type out everything that happened on this whack-ass two-day mini vacation. Um… this is really long so proceed w/ caution, etc.

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Honestly I don’t even care how awkward or shitty I might look because tonight has to be one of the greatest nights of my life. Never in a million years did I think that I would actually go to a concert never mind meet him. When I saw him I swear I was almost catatonic, I could barely speak. I was shaking extremely, yet I was SO happy. This man is such an inspiration to me and his band’s music has helped me through some shitty times. There are so many things I wish I would’ve told him when I met him but that doesn’t change how amazing meeting him was.

He is one of my heroes.

no one ever talks about how important matty healy is.

i just saw the 1975 live in concert and he was drunk off his ass because he single handedly drank a bottle of wine, yet he was talking about how cool it was that we all came together over a common interest. that at that point there was no race, gender, or sexuality. just people with a common interest in music.

stop romanticizing his depression, his drug addictions, his mental breakdowns, and start giving him credit for being one of the greatest human beings ever.