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Fyre Festival is Hilarious and I'll Tell You Why

As a Louisiana resident, I find all the people rushing in to defend the Fyre Festival goers behavior hilarious. Here’s why.

I’m someone who is familiar with disasters, from floods taking out homes to hurricanes ripping through my state. I am also familiar with the horrible things said about the people in my state, primarily the poor, when they resort to methods of survival such as scavenging for supplies in unmanned stores in times of disaster. I also remember how people were so eager people were to call names and point fingers during Katrina when people were recorded fighting and stealing from others. Somehow my people were deemed ‘savages’ and 'animals’ for all of their behavior.

Now here’s Fyre Festival’s rich attendees who:

1. Are not actually stranded (bc people low to throw around that word). Being stranded suggests there is no foreseeable way out. They have a way out, they just have to wait as groups of people are going out in droves.

2. Have enough money to buy supplies and things from another area if needed.

3. Were not there for more than a day and started looting, stealing, and destructing property.

4. Have actually been provided with some form of food and shelter. Ironically, disaster relief shelter lol.

People are acting like they experiences the Hunger Games when really it was more the first few pages Lord of the Flies before shit hit the fan. Does it suck they lost thousands. Of course. Do they have the right to be mad. HELL YEAH! I would be too. However, I’m still going to laugh at this reaction by the attendees and the media. How these people would survive in real danger I will never know lol.

Taste The Sweet (Grayson Smut)

Summary: You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan.
Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Fingering.
A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)


“Turn your head a little to the side…” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”

The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.

You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.

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  • Me: *is in a coma*
  • Nurse: I wonder how FOB became a band...
  • Me: *rises from bed*
  • Me: It’s summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do You wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store its not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green day and fuckin’ misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!” And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out! “We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts. Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful.” Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you! So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.” And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes
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Summary: Danny reflects on his unique friendship with Arin, not wanting the Gru//mp session to end.

Genre: Fluff, Sleepy Gameplay, Heart-to-Heart

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you guys like this! It’s a cute lil reflection of Danny’s thoughts about his friendship with Arin. It’s supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy. Please let me know what you think!


That was always the funny thing about Arin.

He felt like home.

Danny sat back, stretching his arms behind his head as he watched his best friend snarl at the screen. His character, Link, jumped around for a helpless moment before falling onto the ground, defeated. Arin groaned and commented on the poor control system of the game.

He was only half listening. He watched as Arin picked up the game again, this time cracking a comment about Shadow Ganon’s weird nose and Zelda’s inability to help out his character–named Quaff or something equally as ridiculous.

Danny laughed offhandedly, studying the details of Arin’s face. Both men had been extremely busy lately. They hadn’t had a Gru//mp session in almost two weeks–they’d kept having to post Ste//am Tra//in videos to keep the slots filled.

As a consequence, they’d been at it almost all day playing various games. Sometimes he played, sometimes Arin did. But it was nights like this, where it was getting to be almost too late and they were hyped up on caffeine and sugar, where Danny found himself to be completely enjoying life.

His tongue still held the taste of his Skittles and his back was sore from sitting for so long, but he couldn’t have been happier. His throat felt mildly scratchy from laughing so much.

But it wasn’t just the sugar high or the sheer hilarity of the moment that made this so memorable for Danny–it was being able to spend some quality time with Arin. As cheesy as that sounded–even to himself–it was goddamn true.

Danny loved Arin. Arin loved Danny. It was one of the most obvious and accepted things in the Gru//mp Space. Sure, Brian and Danny were very close friends and partners, Suzy was Arin’s wife and they loved each other, but Danny and Arin had a bond no one else could touch.

He really loved that. He loved that he had a friendship so special it was coveted by everyone. Anyone who’d met Arin knew how charismatic and funny the guy was. Honestly, it felt like a fucking honor just to be considered Egor//aptor’s friend.

But Arin was so much more than Egoraptor. He was Arin. It was impossible to describe to anyone that didn’t know him. Arin just had an aura about him–something that made your chest swell and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Danny knew this all too well. If he was with Arin, everything was amazing. He could laugh, he could cry, he could be himself, and nothing would ever change the bond that had formed between the two men.

When Arin joked, Danny was the first one to laugh. When Danny needed someone, Arin was the first person he called. When they were getting ready to record, both just relaxed and prepared for a few hours of pure enjoyment.

His eyes traced Arin’s brown eyes, knitted in concentration, down his scruffy chin to his broad shoulders and his messy shoulder-length hair. The musician smiled fondly.

“Dude, you didn’t tie your hair up again.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot.” Arin murmured, twisting his arms as if that would help him defeat Shadow Ganon. “Fuck, dude!”

“Here, I’ll tie it for you.” Without waiting to hear Arin’s reply, Danny scooted over and pulled back almost all of Arin’s hair. It was very soft, which he’d expected, since Arin washed it every day, and glossed through his fingers like water. Danny couldn’t help but to marvel at it for a moment, since he could never do this to his own wild curls.

Arin waited patiently, not paying him much mind since he was focused on the battle. Danny continued pulling back the rest of his hair, taking his sweet time. Because, honestly, he’d really, really missed Arin through the last couple weeks and texting him wasn’t the same at all.

“You good, dude?” Arin asked absently as Danny released a small sigh.

“Yeah. I just really fucking missed you.” Danny replied honestly, twisting the blonde streak through his fingers.

Arin nodded, biting his lip in frustration as his character died again. “Me too, man.”

Danny’s chest felt full. He’d honestly been so grouchy the last couple of days, and it had shown. Brian had finally stopped a NS//P writing session in exasperation, saying, “What is up with you? You’ve been turning into Gru//mp instead of Not-So-Gru//mp lately!”

At the mention of Game Gru//mps, Danny’s face had lifted slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes. “If you miss Arin, just get a fuckin’ Gru//mp session scheduled already. Or go hang out with him. Whatever. You’re going through Arin withdrawals.”

And Danny had nodded, because Brian was right (he always was) and everyone knew about Arin and Danny’s friendship and how much it meant to both of them. He had nothing to be embarrassed about–this sort of thing was normal.

And Arin, obviously, felt the same way.

Danny had been so happy to see him, he’d just stood there and positively beamed with joy when he’d run into the Grump Space that morning and saw Arin sitting behind his desk, editing something.

Arin had looked up at him and his eyes had lit up too, because he’d missed Danny just as much and they’d shared a big hug amidst Ross’s playful jeerings.

Everyone knew how close they were. Danny had never had a friendship like Arin’s in his whole life. He hoped Arin knew just how much he meant to him.

And now, running his long fingers through Arin’s hair and watching Arin finally beat the boss, he felt more at home than he ever had before.

Arin grinned. “Got him! Finally!” his eyes fell to the timer. “I think it’s about time for next time on–”

Danny panicked a little. If they ended this recording session, he’d have to go home. He’d have to say goodbye to Arin until they cleared enough time in their busy schedules to hang out again.

He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

In his agitation, his fists clenched and Arin’s sentence was cut off by his yelp of surprise. “Dude, what’re you pullin’ my hair for?”

Danny blinked and released the silky hair in front of him as Arin turned to give him a curious look. The recorder was still on. They were still filming.

“We’ve still got time!” Danny blurted, eyes darting to the timer. “Another minute! Then we can do next time on Game Grumps!”

“Aww,” Arin groaned, but lifted the controller again. “Alright, Danny. Caught me slackin’ off, didn’t you?”

Arin’s tone was teasing and drawn out, which relaxed the older man. They weren’t done. He’d get to spend some more time with his friend.

“Zelda’s not much help, is she?” Danny joked, tentatively reaching back out to pull Arin’s hair back again.

Arin snorted. “Nah. She just likes to watch you suffer, y’know.” He lifted his pitch, imitating Zelda’s voice. “Oh, Quaff! Watching you die over and over again is really doin’ it for me!”

Danny laughed, tugging a bit on a small knot in the hair. He, too, imitated the princess’s voice. “You being impaled by Ganon? Mmmm….that’s the shit!”

Arin laughed loudly, letting out a small cackle, and Danny felt a goofy grin overtaking his features, feeling slightly proud of himself. He always felt like this whenever he got Arin to laugh. He chalked it up as a victory.

“Geez…I missed you, buddy,” Arin remarked once he caught his breath, making his character leap into the next temple.

Danny pressed his lips together to repress the glow of joy spreading through his body up to his face. He grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, Arin, you know I love it when you talk to me like that!”

Arin chortled, glancing at the timer. “Much as I’d like to pursue that train of thought, Dan, we gotta end the episode.”

Danny deflated slightly, seeing that they had actually gone over time and really needed to stop. “You’re right. Next time on Game Gru//mps.”

Arin yawned his approval before leaning forward to switch everything off, pulling his hair away from Danny’s grip. He shuffled back to the other side of the couch, watching his friend fiddle with the microphone before standing up and stretching.

“Aw, man, dude, I got sore from sitting for so long.”

Not hearing a witty reply, Arin turned to look at Danny, who was watching him intently with the saddest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, buddy?” Arin sat beside him, forehead creasing. “Everything okay in Sex//bang land?”

Danny stared at him, letting himself take a moment to appreciate the concern reflected on Arin’s face before replying timidly. “Um…do you mind if…we just hang here for a minute?”

Arin’s head tilted slightly. “Like here on the couch?”

“Yeah,” Danny mumbled. “It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while and I don’t want to go home yet and I missed you a lot.”

The younger man’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Sure, Dan. We can kick back and just talk for a while. I like talking to you.”

So Arin sat back on the couch and Danny threw his legs over his friend’s lap and they laughed at the ridiculous things that had happened to them today and Danny had never felt warmer, drawing a blanket around himself.

As it got late and their voices dwindled to soft tones, Danny felt his eyes drooping as he snuggled into the couch. His voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure if Arin heard him: “D’you think we’ll be friends forever, Arin?”

There was a small silence and Danny was about to check if Arin had fallen asleep when he heard the soft reply: “Even longer, Danny.”

It was the last thing Danny remembered before waking up the next morning with the sun filtering into the Gru//mp Space and Arin tucked underneath him, still fast asleep.

That was the funny thing about Arin.

He always felt like home.

His Whole World

Request: THAT ONE ABOUT T'CHALLAS WIFE EXPECTING A BABY WAS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ. I was wondering if you could do kind of a continuation of it. Like her actually having the baby and him being all panicky and his wife is just like “CALM DOWN WILL YOU!?” He would probably spoil him or her to no end.

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You woke to a sharp pain in your lower stomach. You laid there trying to figure out if this was just another Braxton-Hick’s contraction. They’d been given you labor scares for a few weeks now, and you didn’t want to wake your husband unless you were sure this was the real deal. He was so anxious about you going into labor he barely left your side anymore. It would be more troublesome if you didn’t need him so often. You were huge; your beach ball tummy made it near impossible to do simple everyday things like tie your shoes or stand up from a seated position. T’Challa was a great help as you waddled through your day. Another contraction hit you, you glanced at the clock. It was 2:36 AM. Your OB told you if the contractions began to last for longer and become more frequent, then you were going into labor. The contraction lasted for about a minute and a few minutes later there was another.  You got out of bed and started walking around the top floor of the house gathering a few things that were outside of your hospital bag, like your toothbrush. The time passed and the contractions were only getting more painful. You knew of a coping mechanism, but you’d need T’Challa’s help.

“T’Challa,” you shook him reluctantly. He had looked so peacefully asleep. He woke quickly and sat up looking you over with a worried, if not sleepy, stare, “Don’t freak out, but I’m going into labor,” you tried to speak in a calm even voice.

“What?!” he yelled, and hopped out of bed “We have to get you to the hospital, I’ll-”

“Hey!” you yelled grabbing him by his arms, “Calm down. We took the classes together, what did the doctor say?”

“Who cares about the doctor?!”

“Early labor can last anywhere from 6 to 12 hours, no need to go to the hospital, not until my water breaks at the very least. Now I want to take a bath, it’ll help me relax.”

T’Challa helped you get into the bath, and it would have been comical to him, to see your belly poke out from the bubbles, but he was a nervous wreck. Eventually you kicked him out of the bathroom because he was making you anxious. You would never have awakened him if you had a choice. You closed your eyes and focused on relaxing while T’Challa tried to exhaust his nervous energy. He checked and rechecked the hospital bag, then he added a few things that you had forgotten. Next, he sent out messages to his closest affiliates canceling any plans he’d had. At around 9:45 you were calling for him. He was back upstairs in record time.

“Water broke, we gotta go,” you gritted out. He helped you get dressed and called your OB. After you were dressed he got you out to the car that was already waiting for you. The driver held open the door, and T’Challa loaded you into the backseat. He sat beside you and you huddled close to him as you tried to breathe through the contraction. His hands were shaking, but he took your hands where they were balled up in fists on your lap and tried to be as soothing as possible. The drive wasn’t long at all, and T’Challa insisted on carrying you in, and you were too busy concentrating on not crying to really fight him on it. You were put in a room as you waited for the real action to happen. T’Challa was pacing again.

“God dammit sit down!” you snapped. He jumped at your sudden outburst but did as he was told especially after the look you gave him. However, as he sat down he began bouncing his leg, “Babe, breathe with me,” you demanded and began your deep breathing exercises he followed along and actually felt a bit better.

A few more hours later, the magic started. T’Challa held your hand while you pushed, the lower half of his face covered with a mask, but he looked at you and he saw a goddess. Even covered in sweat and tears, your face contorted in pain and determination while you pushed, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You rested your forehead against the back of his hand that was holding yours as you sobbed from exertion. He was saying sweet nothings to you and cheering you on. Hours into the stop and go of pushing and waiting you were done. Soon enough you could hear your little baby crying. You cried too because there were so many emotions happening at once. You were relieved, elated, exhausted, and so damned joyful.They placed your baby on your bare stomach and covered him with a blanket while they clamped the umbilical cord.  You let T’Challa go so he could cut the umbilical cord. You watched, so happy to be done pushing, but also so in awe of your baby. Eventually, he was put in your arms and you looked up to T’Challa to see he was crying just like you were. You leaned into him heavily, still smiling, but now crying even harder as you looked down at the little baby in your arms.

At home, T’Challa rarely ever put your son down. The little baby was already spoiled, he wouldn’t sleep if he wasn’t in someone’s arms, but T’Challa never minded. He spent many nights happily holding his son, you often had to demand to hold your own child, but you didn’t mine either. It was nice to see your two favorite boys together. At night when the baby was asleep in his arms, T’Challa would tuck him into the crevice of one arm, and grab you with the other.

“You have given me everything. You have given me the whole world, I can give you nothing so great but to cherish your gifts.” he’d say. You’d just nuzzle in closer, and watch your son sleep.

~Mod Lillian

Promixity

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Your girl was bored so here’s a thingy - Admin Dayna

Proximity (n.)  

nearness in space, time, or relationship.

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“I’m with him for better or for worse.”

“It’ll probably be for worse.”

“I knew that the day we got together.” Your eyes flickered upwards at your friend who sat on the barstool in front of you just across the kitchen counter. She sighed in response, her shoulders hunching over in disapproval. You ran your hands across the bunch of grapes you held underneath the running water of the kitchen faucet.

“You think he’ll cheat on you?”

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“While the Beatles were recording the White Album, George wrote a song called ‘Something’, which he released as his first single. He told me, in a matter-of-fact way, that he had written it for me.

I thought it was beautiful –and it turned out to be the most successful song he ever wrote, with more than a hundred and fifty cover versions. His favourite was the one by James Brown. Frank Sinatra said he thought it was the best love song ever written.

My favourite was the one by George Harrison, which he played to me in the kitchen at Kinfauns.”

Pattie remembers that George wrote Something for her. George and Pattie at Kinfauns 1968. They are gorgeous.

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yoo this was requested and i combined it with an idea i had so here ya go its super cheesy and gross and long 

like 4k words

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Hey! This is Stiles, you just missed me- you know what to do. 

The generic beep of the voicemail sounded loudly through the phone and you hiccuped in surprise at the noise, clearly not expecting it. A small giggle slipped past your lips at the hiccup which you wouldn’t have normally found funny but to put it lightly- you were drunk out of your mind. 

In your drunken state you were very easily distracted which you demonstrated as you nodded to a song that was playing your head, trying to remember why were you calling Stiles in the first place. As Stiles’ voicemail recorded your unusual and pitchy humming, you racked your brain to try recall why you were on the phone when it hit you: you had to tell Stiles you were in love with him. 

If you were in the least bit sober, you maybe would’ve had the senses to realize that this wasn’t a good idea (no matter how much you drunken mind was saying it was.) 

But, then again, sober-you didn’t have the sense not to drink that unattended bottle of gin when home alone, especially when you were feeling rather emotional about being in love with your best friend- smart definitely wasn’t the word to describe your decisions. 

And so, here you were: leaving drunk voicemail’s to your best friend who you were hopelessly in love with. 

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The Zimmerman-Martin murder was shrouded in controversy which stemmed from the Florida “Stand Your Ground” law, which says that people are entitled to use deadly force to defend themselves. Three years before this murder, another murder was shrouded in controversy due to the same law.

19-year-old Rachel Wade had recently broken up with her boyfriend, Joshua Camacho, who then began to date 18-year-old Sarah Ludemann, much to Wade’s dismay. Their relationship was a tempestuous one - they got into confrontations in public and had been warned about their behaviour by the police on numerous occasions and Camacho even once punched Ludemann in the face but she refused to press charges. Wade and Camacho became romantically involved once again and this was when a rivalry between Wade and Ludemann began. Wade and Ludemann began to leave insulting and threatening voicemails on one another’s phones and Ludemann even began showing up at Wade’s place of work to taunt her.

On 14 April, 2009, Wade was in her apartment waiting for Camacho to arrive but instead, he went to see Ludemann. Wade decided she would take her dog for a walk and while walking, she heard a car honking at her and reported that it was Ludemann, who yelled “Stay away from my man!” Being much more petite than Ludemann, Wade was worried that Ludemann would come to her home, so she called an ex-boyfriend, Javier, and asked him to keep her company - he invited her to his house. She left her house but not before grabbing a steak knife and putting it in her purse, she claimed for protection.

At around 23:00pm, Wade walked past Camacho’s house and saw Camacho and Ludemann through the window. Enraged, she text him saying “Now, I know why you’re not talking to me - because you have her.” Camacho replied telling her that he wasn’t interested in her anymore and that she should go home. Later in the night, Ludemann went to confront Wade at Javier’s house. A witness later testified that Ludemann sped up to the house, slammed on the breaks, almost hitting Wade with her car, and stormed out with her fists produced like she was ready to fight. As she came closer, Wade reportedly stabbed her through the heart.

Wade claimed she had taken the knife to defend herself and stabbed Ludemann because she was afraid of what she was going to do. Another witness testified that Wade had stabbed Ludemann before she even exited the car and recordings of Wade’s threatening phone calls were played to the jury and these things together were enough for the jury to find her guilty. She was sentenced to 27 years.

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  • <p> <b></b> It’s summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do You wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store its not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green day and fuckin’ misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!” And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out! “We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts. Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful.” Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you! So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.” And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes.<p/><b></b> drunk history fall out boy fob by Brendon urie<p/></p>

So, in light of this recent development by Crunchyroll, I wanted to take the opportunity to share the backstory behind this rather remarkable English dub.  From the TV Tropes page on Ghost Stories:

Despite being based on a popular series of light novels and having a fairly high-quality vocal cast, the anime’s bland script and below-average production values caused the show to completely bomb, and it ended after only twenty episodes. Facing bankruptcy and desperate for money, the animation company sold the rights to ADV Films for dubbing in 2005.

When asked what restrictions they had, the dubbing team was told to do whatever they wanted with it, as long as they bought the license and could make it sell. As such, director Steven Foster opted to rework the show into a pure Gag Dub, throwing out nearly all of the original script and keeping only the names of major characters and ghosts, as well as the most basic of plot – everything else was improvised to fit the lip flaps. When the actors were called in to record scenes, whoever got there first got to set the tone and subject for the scene, and the rest of them had to follow in those set footsteps. This produced a dub that is full of random characterization, fourth-wall-breaking jokes, as much silliness as the VAs could manage, and is utterly hilarious.

Naturally, this was an extremely polarizing move, and when it was released, the dub was not very well received by much of the anime community, despite the (nonexistent) quality of the original show. Time and changing standards in anime dubbing have led to a shift in opinion, with many finding the gag dub to be the best part of the series. The odds of something like this officially happening again are extremely low, and so Ghost Stories is seen as a unique product of a strange time.

A lot of the humor is colorless and crass, but it’s still absolutely remarkable to watch.  It’s entirely unique, and as TV Tropes says, will probably remain one of a kind.

  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
Employer screwed me over, I screwed him back with help from the FBI.

It was the early 1990’s and I worked for a telemarketing company with the initials “SMC” in Logan, UT. I was employed for two full days when I came to the conclusion that we were just scamming old people out of their money using grossly unethical methods.

I quit after my second day of work and when I received my paycheck I noticed that I was paid minimum wage instead of the $10.00 per hour I was promised when they hired me so I went back to complain. The office manager told me, “You didn’t finish the 90 day probationary period so you only get minimum wage.”

Bullshit. They never said anything about a probationary period in training and I know it wasn’t in the contract I signed upon hire. (Yeah, I actually read it before signing it.) As the office manager opened the door to have me leave he said, “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya.”

I was fuming. I called the city offices and discovered that SMC didn’t have a business license and reported them. Less than an hour later I watched as the police showed up and told them they would have to shut down operations until they had a business license. (It took ‘em two weeks.)

When they were back in business I used an elaborate scheme to get myself on their call list and recorded several of their employees efforts to sell me their crap (it was Utah and legal to record the calls). I knew what they were doing wasn’t just unethical, it was illegal.

Not only did I report it to a local news station who had their consumer reporter (Debbie Dujanovic) do a two part story on the scummy company but I also reported them to the FBI.

The owner of the company was one of the 200+ people that was arrested by the FBI in a nationwide sting of dishonest telemarketing companies. The FBI called it, “Operation Disconnect”.

“See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya.” Ha!

Simon not breaking his Lockjaw album

The fan was referring to Simon’s old quote about his first band, Lockjaw (from Ten Imaginary Years, p. 10):

“We sent a tape to a record company called Raw Records and they thought we were this really good suburban punk band but we were actually shit. They signed us and put out this record — ‘Radio Call Sign’ backed with ‘The Young Ones’. If I see any around today, I break them.”

Jodi Arias 

Jodi Arias was born on July 9, 1980, in Salinas, California. She met Travis Alexander, a salesman for Prepaid Legal Services, at a conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The two immediately took a liking to each other and began a sexual relationship from there, despite living many hours away from each other. Just a few months after they met, Jodi converted to Mormonism, as Travis was a devout member of the Mormon Church. On the outside, Jodi and Travis appeared to be a pure and chaste couple, but behind closed doors, it was the complete opposite; they had an intense sexual relationship they concealed from everyone.

The two allegedly had a rocky, on-off relationship, and friends of Travis would describe Jodi as an obsessive girlfriend who stalked Travis, accessing his Facebook account, and twice even slashing his tires. She allegedly threatened to kill herself whenever Travis suggested breaking up. Around the time of Travis’ death, Travis was said to have been seeing another Mormon girl, and was planning on taking her on vacation with him to Cancun, Mexico, which brought the public to believe Jodi murdered him in a fit of jealousy and rage.

Murder

On June 4, 2008, Jodi made the long drive to Mesa, Arizona, to visit Travis. Although they were not dating at the time, their sexual relationship persisted. At his house, Jodi and Travis had sex and took various erotic photos of each other with his new camera. While Travis was in the shower, Jodi continued to snap photos of him with his camera. Then, a couple seconds later, she drew a knife and began stabbing him up to 27 times in multiple areas of his body, shot him in the head, and slashed his throat, nearly decapitating him. A medical examiner noted Travis had defense wounds on his hands, indicating that he had tried to fend off the attack, and also stated that he may have been dead at the time the gunshot wound was inflicted. 

Jodi left Travis’ corpse in a crumpled heap on the shower floor, leaving it to his friends to walk upon the gruesome scene a few days later. Before leaving, Jodi tossed the camera into the washing machine. She then drove all the way to Utah to visit a guy she was seeing. According to him, there wasn’t anything strange or unusual about her demeanor that would indicate she had just murdered a man the day before.

Investigation

Police found the damaged camera in the washer and managed to recover some of the deleted photos taken of Jodi and Travis on the day of his murder. Upon searching the house, they also found a bloody hand print along the wall in the bathroom hallway, containing DNA from both Jodi and Alexander.

Police took Jodi Arias in for questioning, where she denied ever being in Mesa on that day. After being informed about the photos police found on his camera, she later changed her story and told them that two intruders had broke into his home, murdering him and attacking her. 

Roughly a month after the murder, Jodi was indicted by a grand jury for the first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. On July 15, 2008, Jodi was arrested at her home. Since then, she had participated in many jail interviews where she maintains her innocence, asserting that no jury would ever convict her because she’s innocent.

Trial

Jodi’s trial commenced on January 2, 2013. In the opening arguments, prosecutor Juan Martinez sought the death penalty. By this time, Jodi had changed her story for the third time, now claiming that the murder was in an act of self-defense after Travis had attacked her for accidentally dropping and damaging his new camera. Jodi took the stand in her own defense on February 4, 2013, testifying for a total of 18 days. She claimed that during their on-off relationship, she was subjected to a lot of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Travis. During the trial, many of their exchanged text messages and recorded phone sex calls were played. Jodi was asked to go in detail about their sexual relationship, where it was discovered that they exclusively did anal and oral sex, because it was to Travis’ understanding that only vaginal sex was forbidden in the Mormon religion before marriage.

On May 8, 2013, after approximately 15 hours of deliberation, Jodi was found guilty of first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. 

The court now entered the aggravation phase, where it was to be determined if Jodi should be eligible for the death penalty. After the prosecutor presented crime scene photos of Travis’ corpse, then paused for two minutes of silence to illustrate how long he said it took for him to die in Jodi’s hands, the jury decided that Jodi be eligible for the death penalty. On May 23, the sentencing phase of Jodi resulted in a hung jury, which prompted the judge to declare a mistrial for that phase.

In October of 2014, Jodi’s sentencing retrial began with a brand new jury. It took about five months for the jury to sentence Jodi Arias to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Jodi is currently serving her life sentence at  the Arizona State Prison Complex—Perryville.

Scare

A/N: I really like fics where the reader is the T-Rex trainer. Seems kind of bad ass, huh?

Request: So I was wondering if you would be interested in doing a story where, the reader is the T-rex Trainer. And she is doing a show and somehow she was in danger, so the T-rex just scoops her up in its mouth. And then Owen hears and and is just devastated. So he runs straight into the T-Rex paddock and the T-rex just opens its mouth and drops the reader into his arms.

Warnings: none :)

“Hello, everyone!” you said into your mike, waving to the crowd gathered behind the glass. You were the trainer of one of the most popular dinosaurs in all of Jurassic World: the T-Rex. Red, as you liked to call her, was your baby. The bond between the two of you was rivaled by only one other: Owen Grady and his damn raptors. The cocky bastard and his animals were the talk of the park (for the record, you were calling your dinosaur Red wayyy before Blue was even born), and if you didn’t love him so much he would get on your last nerve. You caught a glimpse of him through the glass and he blew you a kiss, making you laugh. He always tried to catch your last show of the day, because he loved watching you and Red interact. He said it was one of the reasons that he fell in love with you. Shaking yourself from thoughts of your gorgeous boyfriend, you returned your attention to the crowd. “This is Red. She’s about twenty years old, which makes her about my age. Red’s my best friend, wouldn’t you say?” You turned to the dinosaur, discreetly clicking at her, and she seemed to roar in agreement, getting a laugh from the crowd. “Well, ladies and gents, we all know the real reason you’re here. As much as I enjoy talking about my baby, I know you’ve heard enough from me. So let’s get this show on the road, eh?” Cheers from the audience spurred you on, and you nodded to the workers behind the gate. “Red’s been a good girl today, so let’s see if we can get her to do this one more time. Red-” you turned to your dinosaur, about to give your command, when suddenly you heard a cracking sound. You looked up and saw that one of the support beams had broken loose, and was falling straight for you. You stood frozen, immobilized by terror, and you could hear the gasps from the crowd. Before you knew what was happening, Red had snapped you up gently in her mouth, pulling you away from danger. You heard screams from the audience as the beam hit, with you still in Red’s mouth. Your mike had fallen off, so you couldn’t assure them that you were okay. “Red, let me down. You’re scaring them,” you commanded, but she wouldn’t let you go. You knew it appeared to the crowd as if you were struggling, and so you just went limp, hoping to avoid scarring children as much as possible. “Y/n!” You heard a voice call your name, and you knew it was Owen’s. He sounded desperate, and you wanted to assure him that you were alright. Before you could call to him, however, Red stomped over to him and lowered her head down to his level. She opened her jaws, and you rolled out into his arms. “Good girl, Red!” you patted her big head and nodded to your horrified co-workers, telling them to release her food. You smiled up at Owen, enjoying the shocked look on his face. “What, would your precious raptors not do the same for you?” He rolled his eyes and pulled you in for a long kiss, to the whoops and cat-calls of the audience. “Never scare me like that again,” he mumbled into your ear, and you laughed, pulling him in again.

  • Psychic: reads my mind
  • Inside of my mind: It’s summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do You wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like ” yo, this is a book store its not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like ” oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green day and fuckin’ misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!” And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out! “We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.” Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like “I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts. Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful.” Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you! So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.” And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes.
  • Psychic: What the fuck
Listen here, ya Idjit.

Originally posted by myheartofmusic

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!Reader, John, Bobby.
Word count : 1,885
Author : Mel
Warnings Across parts : Incest, Non-con elements, cheating. IF THESE BOTHER YOU DO NOT READ. I don’t want to listen to you bitch.
A/N :
Please DO NOT ask me to write more of these topics. (Incest/wincest or non-con). More will only be written if ideas hit me, this is way out of my comfort zone. Thank you for respecting that. If you want to be tagged, please ask.

Part 5 of ‘WTF is wrong with me’



As time went on, you were still kept away from Dean, but you were all cried out. You were angry now, and bitter. You were finishing up school online now, refusing to talk to anyone. Currently at Bobby’s because John and Dean were working different cases, and John couldn’t take you, or leave you with Dean.

Bobby had called John not an hour after he dropped you off. He was worried. You weren’t the happy girl you had always been. You were always locked in your room reading. And even when Dean called you refused to come down and talk.

Your phone went off, and you barely glanced, figuring it was Dean or John checking in. But when you saw a number you didn’t know, you got curious. You grinned seeing it was Sam.

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anonymous asked:

Am I the only one that noticed after 4H had that contract adjustment how much better things got from a creative standpoint? They announced a tour in Asia (a place Lauren said she wanted to tour), the hot to start writing, Normani was able to be on DWTS, all the girls became even more active online especially with each other, they were called "epic record's own" and had DJ Khald as their hype man, they got well known producers and personal trainers. I feel like they're in control. (Pt. 1)

+ In my head that’s a huge upgrade. LA Reid is a snake, but he’s a snake who knows how to promote. Camila leaving is the best promo and it was all free. The only thing is that LAND got lawyers involved and a new contract so they have control of their image and name. Meaning, if he wants that girl group money he has to do it on their terms because if they leave now they keep the name and can easily change companies. They scammed the scammer. Our girls did that. (Pt. 2, the end lol)

thinking about all of this makes me so proud woo

-A