the barn burners

Trump’s Saudi Arabia speech meets muted reception among the alt-right

  • President Donald Trump’s Sunday speech at the Arab Islamic American Summit in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, was supposed to be a barn-burner.Supposedly authored by Stephen Miller, one of the architects of Trump’s travel ban on individuals from several Muslim-majority countries, the speech was on terrorism in the Islamic world — a topic on which the president is particularly bellicose.
  • But the president delivered a toned-down call for unity intended to reset his image in the Muslim world and didn’t even say the words “radical Islamic terrorism,” a phrase he relentlessly campaigned on.
  • Trump’s more moderate tone seems to have garnered a muted reaction from the alt-right, the loosely organized and mostly digital network of white nationalists, far-right reactionaries and trolls which exalted in the president’s rise to office. Read more. (5/21/2017 5:00 PM)

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anonymous asked:

Same anon who vented frustration earlier. I completely agree about Once. I pretty much lost interest this season. I just would have preferred going into it knowing that this was the end. I think the suddenness is what hurt. And Im praying and reblogging and tweeting and petitioning and whatever else I can do to try and get something to happen for timeless because it really has so much potential and I rlly feel like it can be something great. And i love the characters andthe story. And I wantmore

Yep yep yep. And on another level, how do you as a network expect people to get invested in any new shows you might produce in the future, if they’re most likely going to be axed if they aren’t barn-burners right out of the gate? It’s hard to build a sustained fanbase or a successful product if you’re starting over from scratch every year or close to it. Sure, people might like a pilot or two, and give the rest of the season a chance, but that also means it’s a vicious cycle of having to be interesting enough to rebuild audience investment from the ground up every time. People don’t want to test-drive tons of new shows until they find something they like. They want to find something, like it, and have some confidence that it will stick around.

Anyway, I can ream this decision in so many ways, since it looks as if cost-cutting was literally the only motivating factor in it, and as I said, it’s damn hard to develop long-term shows, audience trust, showrunners wanting to sign with your network, or any of that, if it’s just about maximizing profit and relying on incredibly antique Nielsen ratings. I really hope somewhere else picks Timeless up, and it’s then incredibly successful there (just because I obviously want more of it), and also because NBC deserves the giantest of birds. Also a burning pile of dog doo on their lawn. Possibly several.

Listen, this match was another highly anticipated match for me. I like Suwama a lot, but I fucking looove Shuji Ishikawa. This match was a fucking barn burner and a half. It started off a lil iffy cos it had to follow Daisuke/Doering. In America there would have been some smaller quicker guys in between matches but that wasn’t the case here. They tried to set it off kinda early and the crowd was like “whatever bro, we just saw Doering & Daisuke” and then it kicked into high gear. This match felt like semi final match in a single elimination tournament, I can’t really explain why but it did, and it was awesome. Great fucking match and when it got to the home stretch it got even better which is no surprise.

aleyland So much love over the past few days for these two. A fitting celebration to unite two powerhouse lovers who showed incredible affection and infinite adoration for themselves and their nearest and dearest. The whole weekend left us with a greater appreciation for love, friendship, generosity and boy do they throw one helluva Fort Day. #love #marriage #barn#burner #fortday2016 #dancing #forest#camping #makeout

Taylor Swift Is Officially Out of the Woods: Inside Her Unforgettable--and Only--Show of 2016

In case you were worried that Taylor Swift might not bounce back so easily from any personal drama that had occurred over the summer…

Ha, you’re good to quit thinking such nonsense right now.

The 26-year-old artist, suffering from a cold but otherwise not showing one iota of rust after a nearly 11-month break from performing live, tore up the stage at Circuit of The Americas in Austin, Texas, positively thrilling the announced crowd of at least 80,000 fans lucky enough to be witnessing in person Swift’s first and only concert of 2016.

“I’m Taylor—and welcome to F1 on a Saturday night!” she strutted down stage in a bedazzled black romper, her legs looking a mile long (a bit like the line of people that snaked around the venue who were hoping for a glimpse of the headliner while the Formula 1 United States Grand Prix qualifying was still underway).

After blazing through “New Romantics,” “22” and “Blank Space,” Swift took a moment to catch her breath—and wipe her nose, much to the fans’ delight both in person and online.

“So here we are tonight in Austin…I have missed you so much,” Taylor said. “I haven’t played a show since we ended the 1989 World Tour last year—and this is going to be my only show of 2016. I got a cold three days ago, so I have to take a tissue break. I’ll sound 40 percent better after this,” she promised, though judging by the feedback from anyone who was there, she sounded just fine to begin with.

“Of course you play one show and you get a cold,” Swift laughed. After slyly assuring the crowd that they were easily going to be her best crowd of 2016, she encourage them to “let go of anything that is stressing you out. Dance wildly and sing at the top of our lungs and scream when we want to scream! I’m so glad you are on board with that idea…Are you on board, Austin?!

“I have a feeling we are gonna have a good night tonight.”

But while, yes, concertgoers were treated to something special in person, the biggest, warmest welcome-home party was occurring online throughout the evening, from the fans live-tweeting the show to the ones crying their virtual eyes out that they were at dumb places like Disney World instead of watching Taylor perform, to those who couldn’t help but point out that anyone who predicted the end of the Taylor party couldn’t have been more wrong.

And while the subtweets about Katy Perry, Kanye West or anyone else perceived as Taylor’s nemesis were pointed and none too subtle, there was just so much love pouring forth from Twitter throughout.

“This show is really special, because we have a lot of people from all around the world who traveled intense journeys–planes, cars, buses and all the other ways,” Swift said as she wrapped up “Style” and slung a guitar over her shoulder. “If you traveled from somewhere, thank you so much for doing that. It’s been 10 years since my first album came out, when I was 16. Since then, it felt like I’ve been opening up a journal and letting you read it.

"It’s so amazing that you still feel like reading it and coming out to Austin, Texas. So I was thinking I could play some songs I don’t usually play because they’re a little older. Since I do have a cold, and I have a guitar…here’s a song on an album called Fearless.”

Then came “You Belong With Me” and the fans started chanting her name, relishing the trip down memory lane that continued with “Fifteen.” Then she jumped to Red, singing “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” which transitioned into the 1989 barn-burner “Bad Blood.”

“So I first started writing song when I was 12,” Swift said. “Back then I didn’t have a lot of experience with love or relationships or anything. I would write songs based on movies I saw or books I read, or something we talked about in English class. One of the songs I wrote about was fiction and fantasy, based on two teenagers who fell in love. They couldn’t be together and that was just devastating for me, so I got inspired and I wrote a song and gave them a different ending…and I called it "Love Story.”

And for anyone who may have been waiting (or hoping) for Swift to get snippy, to shade an ex (she had acquired two more since the last time she performed) or otherwise address one of the hiccups that had plagued her over the summer…

You’re just gonna have to wait for the album.

Which isn’t to say that Taylor suffered any fools Saturday. Oh no, she was all about returning to form, sniffles aside, and she unquestionably took her power back when she sat down at the piano and sang a stripped-down rendition of “This Is What I Came For,” her first time publicly performing the track she co-wrote with then-beau Calvin Harris, which was a huge hit for him this summer and caused a bit of controversy when she finally came forward as one of the brains behind the operation.

“As a songwriter, the most rewarding feeling in the world is writing something and having a crowd sing it back to you because you know the words,” Swift said, not exactly coyly but not that innocently either.

“I never played this song live before, but you know it. Maybe you can sing along.”

Lightning strikes every time Taylor Swift performs, that’s for sure.

And while those who had seen her live before (and surely there were tens of thousands of non-newbies in the crowd) were treated to something very similar to what they’d seen before, this show stands out for more than just being her sole engagement of 2016.

Rather, this was Taylor Swift’s first time ever performing after anything resembling a PR crisis, a controversy that could’ve hurt someone who didn’t have such an inimitable bond with her fans.

This was Taylor rebounding seamlessly from relationship drama, “Famous” drama, Twitter drama and whatever else rattled the Internet this summer—all of which now seems to have happened a long, long time ago.

The only thing fans were really quibbling with Saturday evening was that Swift didn’t spring a new single on them, the masses hoping for at least one track if not her entire sixth studio album (which, if you pay attention to Swiftian numerology, is due any day now).

But all that collective anguish only further proves what we predicted—that any fleeting burst of Twitter abuse would be no match in the end for Taylor Swift’s actual career.

The fans came to see the show of their lives, and that’s exactly what she gave them.

Taylor does usually release an album ever two years, and her window is narrowing, considering there hasn’t been a new single, yet. While fans continue to piece together the clues, intentional or entirely imagined, as to when—when!—the follow-up to 1989 will be ready, we do know one thing for certain.

When #TS6 does finally arrive, Swift will have done everything in her power to ensure it’ll have been worth the wait.

JANE: The tilt between the friendly and felonious was a true horse race again. A real barn burner in the brewing. 

JANE: Yes, there’d still be hell to pay after Jade and I made our exit, sure as sugar cubes.




Troye Sivan Is YouTube Famous, but Can He Be Pop Star Famous?

By Lisa Maree Williams/Getty Images 

 NOVEMBER 5, 2015 4:18 PM

Despite the millions of ardent fans, YouTuber turned singer-songwriter Troye Sivan proves why pop superstardom is still elusive.


As the days grow short and the terrible threat of winter looms, what better way to spend a November Wednesday evening than in an underground room with a bunch of teenagers. That, I guess, was my thinking when I asked to be put on the list for 20-year-old child actor turned YouTube star turned budding alt-pop sensation Troye Sivan’s concert at Le Poisson Rouge last night. I was inextricably drawn to this respectable music club on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, the siren call of hordes of young girls screaming for their beloved Australian troubadour proving impossible to ignore.

Some background on Troye Sivan: he’s best known these days as a YouTuber, one of the rarefied class of shiny telegenic kids who make more than you’ll ever make in your life rambling to a camera in their bedrooms. But a YouTube career doesn’t yet confer the kind of respect that we vain humans crave, so Sivan, who has a childhood acting résumé, decided to branch out, into music. He released his second EP, called Wild, this summer, which segues neatly into his first full-length album, Blue Neighbourhood, which drops next month. Sivan is now playing the first live shows of his young career, his stop in New York City being the ninth time he’s ever performed his music onstage.

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You wouldn’t know it to hear him. His music, a blurry collage of Lana Del Rey and Frank Ocean, is downright polished compared to the efforts of some of his YouTube brethren who have wobbled their way into a recording studio. Sivan’s songs are moody and vaguely evocative—he doesn’t conjure up specific emotions so much as a general feeling of dreamy, contemplative youth. (Indeed, one of his new songs is called “Youth.”) Blue Neighbourhood is a gay fantasia on basic themes—Troye Sivan is the artsiest kid on the cul-de-sac. It certainly doesn’t hurt his nascent career that Sivan is a very pretty young man, skinny and blue-eyed and pouty of lip. He came out as gay two years ago, but that has not tamped the ardor of his many young female fans. Sivan is their swoon-worthy gay bestie, the cool boy they sit next to in art class, the dreamer down the street.

The first thing I saw when I walked downstairs to the venue was the most telltale sign of teen fandom: moms, sitting with purses on laps, waiting patiently while their daughters screamed their lungs out in the next room. One advantage of a show like this is that there’s really no line for the bar, so I armed myself with a vodka soda before wandering into the venue, where teens were singing along to Adele’s new barn burner “Hello,” and, toward the back of the crowd, groups of stylish, young gay men murmured to each other a little self-consciously. Doors were open at eight, and Sivan was set to go on at nine, which he did rather promptly, striding out to a chorus of cheers and launching right into his first song.

Though his music doesn’t sound amateurish, Sivan, only nine shows in, still has a ways to go in terms of stage presence. He flopped and bounced like a Muppet as he danced, aping what he’s no doubt seen other performers do, down to the “New York!” shout-outs and cues to wave ya hands back and forth. At one point he guided everyone in a wave that was off the beat of the song, creating a sea of broken metronomes, swaying arrhythmically under bright pink lights. I’ve no doubt that as Sivan tours he’ll hone his stage chops, but his noodly approximation of a pop star last night gave the evening a tinge of make-believe, as if everyone was dressing up and pretending they were at a real New York City concert, with a real star on the stage. That sensation may also, of course, have something to do with my age; the young fans pressed into a shrieking huddle at the foot of the stage seemed to find the whole evening entirely real.

I watched about half of the 50-minute show from the slightly elevated V.I.P. section, a cramped little mezzanine populated by publicist types and, Sivan announced from the stage, a good number of his family members. (His dad took the stage at one point, to the audience’s delight.) I spotted Sivan’s brother and fellow YouTuber Tyde Levi bopping along to the music, at one point turning to an older man, white haired and wearing a hoodie, and saying, “His voice is really good.” (The older man was perhaps the most emphatic dancer at the whole concert, thrashing and stomping as if in a fit of religious ecstasy.) Sivan was suffering from laryngitis, a fact he relayed to the audience after performing two songs in his soft, but sturdy, tenor. “I got a steroid injection in my bum,” he said to the crowd, who whoo-ed and whistled. Because he mentioned his bum, I guess? That was about as sexual as the evening got, though at one point Sivan did a little grinding move as the stage lights went red, and it seemed like things were maybe going to get raunchy. They didn’t, though, and soon Sivan was back to flopping around the stage like normal.

Sivan’s songs, tracks like “Cool” and “Suburbia,” were a little swallowed when performed live, their gauzy sentiment drowned out by the clamor of drums and mic feedback, but something about them still penetrated. “Suburbia” is probably Sivan’s most wholly realized song, thematically and sonically—it has a magnetic, lingering melancholy to it, capturing the feeling of car rides at twilight, neighborhoods filled with the buzz of sprinklers and crickets. The song, like all of Sivan’s songs, isn’t as profound as its lush production suggests, but as a late-adolescent musing on the wistfulness of home, it gets the job done. That’s the strength of Sivan’s music: like Taylor Swift’s best songs, most tracks on Blue Neighbourhood shimmer with latent meaning that, like a mirage, disappears the closer you get. But from the right distance, they’re downright gorgeous. That kind of packaging and presentation takes skill, and while Sivan has much to work on as a performer, he’s at least got that shrewd calculus down cold.

That said, I didn’t much feel anything at Sivan’s show. I suppose I felt old at certain points, but there were enough moms and even a few colleagues I knew in the audience to ensure that I wasn’t a lone ancient outlier. (I even spotted John Norris, of MTV News fame, drifting through the crowd like a ghost from a different generation.) I had expected to feel a little put-off by the whole thing, synthetic and shoddy as YouTubers’ side projects often are. But Sivan, media-trained child actor and Web personality, is to the manner born. He could actually have something of a music career if he wanted to, and it appears he does. So I guess I felt a slight sense of grudging respect creeping into my vodka-splashed indifference last night, but otherwise the show was so short and perfectly competent—unremarkable, really—that I left feeling much as I had when I walked in. A little less trepidatious, maybe, but otherwise unchanged.

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As Sivan’s young fans streamed out of the venue and into a bewildered Bleecker Street (one woman leaving the CVS next door almost turned around and ran back inside the store when she saw the deluge of teen girls coming her way), they were chattering with excitement. I heard girls saying things like “I touched his hand like five times!” as they met waiting parents (bless them) or headed toward the subway. But there wasn’t the same charge in the air as there was when I happened upon the aftermath of a Justin Bieber concert at Barclays in Brooklyn a couple years ago. There, on Flatbush Avenue, the mood was mad and feverish, states of consciousness heightened and altered. That may have something to do with Bieber’s sex appeal, which isn’t something Sivan trades on in the same way, but I think it’s also owed to the fact that Sivan isn’t so rare, or elusive. He’s on YouTube and Snapchat and Instagram all the time, as familiar as a kid you see every day in school. Which probably makes him and his music more accessible in many ways, but it removes the mystery that’s maybe required of true idols. (The biggest mystery about Troye is probably the state of his love life. Dear curious reader, the boy, you know the one, was there in the V.I.P. section, smiling and inconspicuous.)

When Sivan performed “Youth,” he had the audience sing along with him at the chorus, which goes, “My youth! My youth is yours.” Standing in a crowd—or, O.K., slightly behind a crowd—of young people screaming a paean to their own wondrous youth could certainly have been overwhelming, even menacing. But in the mild spell of Sivan’s tidy, muted energy, it felt more like a nursery rhyme than a powerful incantation. Similarly, the crowd singing “cocaine and dollar bills” when Sivan performed his first-ever single, “Happy Little Pill,” didn’t have the dangerous charge it might have otherwise had. They can put him in a downtown club (where, on Saturday, Elysian Fields, hip stars of my own mopey teenage years, will perform) and give him the patina of indie edge, but there’s still something very safe and carefully edited about Troye Sivan, YouTube star, Spud from Spud. He may be artsier or more niche than, say, Joey Graceffa, or Tyler Oakley, but he’s cut from the same wholesome, uncomplicated cloth. The YouTube machine can produce something close to cool—but it’s far from truly wild.

Richard Lawson is a columnist for Vanity Fair’s Hollywood, reviewing film and television and covering entertainment news and gossip. He lives in New York City.rilaws

Note: I debated about posting this article because I didn’t like it. As fans of Troye, we feel protective over him. However, these opinions are a reality. We can’t bury our heads in the sand and pretend everything is rosy in the world. Adversity exists but knowledge is power.

thesassofhades  asked:

How do you feel about people singing along to songs at concerts? Like, besides the barn burners like "No Children" and "Death Metal Band"?

I feel like having a blanket “it’s great!” or “it isn’t great!” about this question would be kinda weird! Like…it depends! Sometimes it’s the best, sometimes you feel like it sorta takes off in the wrong direction. I’ve had audiences sing along with “San Bernardino,” a quiet song, and have it be the best damn thing in the world (respect forever to Manchester, I think of you often and send my love), but then sometimes people are singing with a song where it just doesn’t feel like that serves the song, or shout-singing where that just sorta misses the point of a lyric…and that’s the question with any instrument / vocal part / harmony / anything at all: is this serving the song? does it make the song cooler? whether anybody ever hears it or not: does this increase the radness? when the answer’s “yes,” then it’s great. 

but it’s tricky and elusive and there’s no “this is great” or “this isn’t good” answer that serves all purposes. people who get a dour look on their faces as soon as people start singing along should check themselves! but not every song is a sing-along and some songs just work better when a band is playing and an audience is listening. and some songs are singalongs some nights and work better as music-in-silence on others. the only difficulty is I feel like some people want a yes/no on this q (“are we supposed to be singing or not?”) when actually the answer is “it depends.” because it does! if people are singing along with every song just reflexively, I feel like that’s probably uncharitable to their neighbors at the show and that we’re not really that kinda band - not every chorus is an anthem - but all that can be worked out by using the “does it serve the song?” formula. not the performer, it’s not about how I feel. it’s about whether something increases the radness. but when it’s working? and I find somebody’s eyes right at the final chorus of “Up the Wolves”? how is that anything but rad? it is rad. 


to @sometrashland from @doozerdoodles You give so much to the fandom with your incredible art,  so have a big sappy holiday fic that tries to hit all of your prompts!  Happy Holidays  <3

Most of the common Yuletide traditions stem from the Southern Chantry’s Satinalia feasts, though parts of the world still embrace the more raucous festivities historically practiced in Antiva and the North. In modern Tevinter, it is not unheard of for high society to throw gala events in the spirit of the old Imperium, but food and gift giving remain the staple activities of Yuletide across modern Thedas and even the Avvar Territories.


“Holy shit,” Bull muttered, “Santa is real.”

To his credit, Krem only slightly choked on his mulled wine. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Bull had said to him, probably not even that day. Still, the quiet awe in Bull’s tone sounded a precursor to some kind of trouble. Krem squinted sidelong up at him.

“How do you figure, chief?”

“He got my letter,” Bull said, with the intensity that was typically reserved for the Herald’s Rest on a rowdy Saturday, when the pub’s usual rock and regulars were replaced with EDM and an influx of revellers. Given that they were presently standing in the cozy, cheerful living room of a friend’s flat on Yuletide, Bull’s Target Locked face was a little jarring. Also, the smile was off. It was uneven on one side, bordering on dopey. Krem followed Bull’s gaze across the room, past Sera determinedly attempting to staple sprigs of mistletoe to anything she could, to the doorway where Lissar Lavellan was brushing snow from her scarf and smiling at the handsome man she had in tow-

Who was Tevinter. Krem straightened up a bit. Lavellan was as good as Bull at finding strays, but the posh looking bastard she had with her now was a stretch.  The nose, the moustache, the rings: That was an Altus. How in the hallowed halls of the old gods had she dug up an Altus in the South and convinced him to go to a Yule party?

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I just saw this ridiculous meme posted on Facebook and it made me want to puke.

Wrestling fans who glorify The Attitude Era as if it was a 100% better product just because you could say “ass” all the time, girls were mostly naked, and you could make obscene gestures are definitely forgetful toward how… shitty it really was in general. I looked up a random episode of Raw from June 1998 to see the results and have a glimpse at the show. Here’s a snippet:

- The Rock defeated Vader in a King Of The Ring 1998 Qualifying Match (4:40)
- Darren Drozdov defeated Jeff Jarrett (w/ Tennessee Lee) (2:12)
- Val Venis defeated Chainz (4:35)

So, let’s review. The Rock defeated a former World Heavyweight Champion in less than 5 minutes when The Rock really wasn’t shit at the time, Droz (who was new at the time) defeated a multiple-time champion in Jeff Jarrett in JUST OVER 2 MINUTES, and we got a sweet little Val Venis Vs. Chainz match (which I’m sure was a real barn burner of a match) that lasted less than 5 minutes.

That’s BARELY past 10 minutes of wrestling within three matches. People who “prefer” The Attitude Era don’t seem to recall that the wrestling aspect of the show suffered terribly so characters (which, admittedly, were awesome) could be the focus. Attitude Era fans would rather have THAT than have wrestlers like Jericho, Neville, Becky Lynch, Cesaro, Kalisto, Kevin Owens, Sami Zayn, Paige, Rusev, Sasha Banks, Charlotte, Dean Ambrose, AJ Styles, etc. wrestle for 10-20 minutes at a time and put on mat classics?

….right on, I guess. Do you. For me? I’d rather watch wrestling shows for the actual WRESTLING. Was The Attitude Era cool? Absolutely… when we were 12 and everything was measured in nanoseconds. Today? Please, just give me something with a little more realism and a little less ridiculousness.

rootsoforigin  asked:

People are suspicious of Jane's choice of words: "The tilt between the friendly and felonious was a true HORSE race again", "A real BARN burner in the brewing", "sure as SUGAR CUBES". Plus the fact that "this hero occupied a blind spot".

Oh? And they think this makes the implausible Equius choice more plausible?

No, those hints are clearly showing us who will really be brought back to life by all these retcons:

Andrew Hussie.

EDIT: Or, Jane is surreptitiously and unintentionally “surrounding them with horses” in order to foreshadow something ominous happening to this merry storytelling group.

anonymous asked:

do we have any proof that Equius is actually dead in the new timeline? We only saw Nepeta's body and all of the horse puns insinuate him. I'm quoting some below because anon doesn't let me do links: JANE: The tilt between the friendly and felonious was a true horse race again. A real barn burner in the brewing. JANE: Yes, there'd still be hell to pay after Jade and I made our exit, sure as sugar cubes.

Hussie made the horse puns to make us think Equius would still be alive and showed the “leader” in a silohette with a question mark to allude to Equius’s Void aspect.  But Hussie wanted us to think that so Vriska(Vriska) being the one to return would be a bigger shock.   


Spitfire x Volcom: SLO Burn

Nor Cal Deluxe teamed up with So Cal’s Volcom stone in the middle of California for a barn burner of a vert ramp sesh. Tony Trujillo’s Bad Shit played on the deck while vert legends like Peter Hewitt and Max Schaaf blasted over charred swine. Check out Thrasher Magazines video edit of SLO Burn.

Photos: Joe Brook


The final horn at the 10th Annual Bondi BOWL-A-RAMA has sounded and if you watched the live webcast you know it was a real barn burner and the final results are no surprise to anyone. Here’s the top 5 in each division. Check back for video highlights in the upcoming days.
1. Pedro Barros
2. Alex Sorgente
3. Felipe Foguinho
4. Bucky Lasek
5. Sam Beckett

1. Tony Hawk
2. Steve Caballero
3. Nicky Guerrero
4. Sergie Ventura
5. Brian Patch