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narryssh

“Yes pet?” | Dublin – 17.10.15

beatlegirlsworld

Beatlemaniacs, 50 years later.

#goals

natatea

an original piece I wrote last night and performed today in my english class. i’ve never written in this style or performed a piece before but gave it a shot. i hope my words inspire you to make a change. this is When I Grow Up.

When I Grow Up

I feel like my life is surrounded by a single question. A question I’m asked by My family, My friends, And my teachers. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” What do I want to be?

At age 5, I wanted to be a farmer. I wanted to reside in the country and grow crops of my own. I wanted to wear overalls and ride tractors. But I was told, Women don’t work out in the fields. Women don’t ride tractors. Girls are supposed to wear dresses and skirts. Being a farmer is a man’s job.

At age 7, I wanted to work in Hollywood. I wanted to star in the big movies. I wanted to produce and direct box-office hits. I wanted my co-stars to be Robert Redford and Brad Pitt. But I know, 70% of speaking roles in movies are given to men. 93% of popular films are directed by men. The Oscar for Best Original screenplay has been given to women 8 out of 76 times. And I know, 94% of all the writing awards at the Oscars have gone to men.

At age 9, I wanted to run a company. I wanted to be the head of a business and bring up new ideas. I wanted to make the business the best it could be. But I know, Women only hold 4.6% of CEO positions at S&P 500 companies.

At age 11, I wanted to be the first female President of the United States. I wanted to go down in the history books. I wanted to run a country and do what was best for it’s people. But I know, Women only hold 20 out of the 100 seats in the Senate. In the House of Representatives, women only hold 84 out of the 435 seats. That’s only 19.3%. There are only 104 female members in congress, out of 535. That’s only 18.5%. And today, this country still has yet to see a female president.

At age 13, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be the next J.K. Rowling and write with such power. I wanted my words to be read by the world. Be interviewed by the biggest magazines. But I know, Only 9 out of 52 winners of the National Book Award for Fiction are women. Only 11 out of 48 winners of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction have been women. And I know, The Nobel Prize and Prize in Economic Sciences have been awarded to women only 47 times out of 889 people and organizations. There is only one woman who has received it twice. I want to be equal to men. Women still make only 77 cents to every dollar men do.

Now, I want to be equal. Because I know, Women only make 77 cents to every dollar men earn.

Fan Entitlement - in general and also specifically re: Alex

Right now, I really want to slam things and shout 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE'?! Because that's how angry I am, but I know that will completely obscure my point, so I'm going to refrain. For now.

What an artist “owes” you:

to work hard on and be proud of the music they put out

to give their all when you pay to come see them

That is literally it. They do not owe you access to their personal lives, a tweet, a photo, a hug, a meet & greet, to stop and say hi, or an explanation. Sure, those things are awesome but if an artist is doing any of those things it’s because they want to. Not because they have to or they owe it to you. I think a lot of fans these days forget that.

I’ve seen a lot of “fans” shitting on Alex lately because he isn’t behaving the way they want him to. People who don't truly know him at all and used to claim to love him are sending him or indirecting snarky comments because they’re upset he’s out there living his life and being happy instead of spending all of his time alternating between working his ass off and paying attention to them. What makes you think it’s okay to lash out at another human being that you don't even know for not meeting your (unreasonably high in many cases, imo) expectations of them?

The thing is, a few years ago, Alex spent all of his free time tweeting fans and responding to letters. Like. All of it. And I know some people got used to that (and that's okay). But you have to know, that was as much for him as it was for you. He was having a rough time, but getting to help others really helped him. (Plus, he loves The Cab fans with all his heart.)

It meant a lot to him to be able to spend that kind of time with/on fans. But things change -- from the demands on his time, to the state of his heart -- and right now Alex needs to be out and about, living his life. He doesn't have as much time as he used to. He's had to pull back. There are a million reasons, but I promise you, this growing sense of entitlement -- to his time, his energy, his attention -- and the resulting anger, and negative energy directed his way by people who call themselves fans doesn't make it easy for him to come back. The pressure is insane. Can you imagine what you would feel if literally hundreds (thousands?) of people demanded shit (personalized, focused, special shit) from you every single day? You’d crumble. How could you not? Especially when it’s the people who were always there to lift you up in the past.

It’s just so upsetting for me to see. I don’t care about the hate from randoms who are jealous and neither does he. It’s the fans he cares about and it hurts him so badly that they would treat him the way they have been. The ones publicly bashing him the hardest are the ones who have told him that he saved them. The ones he waited outside after shows to talk to, no matter the weather or circumstance. The sad part is that if they had any idea what was happening with the music and why (the label, other external forces) they would never act this way. You have to remember that just because you put someone on a pedestal it does not make them any less of a real person with real feelings than me or you.

#fan entitlement #the cab #alex deleon #alexander deleon

eroticaremix1

canadiankracka

Feb 6th ‘15

#ZAYN HVDU

hoemami-deactivated20171229

everybody thinks their dog is the best dog in the world and everybody is right

zouiem

What song right now, puts you both in a good mood?

#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS

actorharry-blog

irljeangrey

so ‘my heart will go on’ syncs up with the avengers 2 trailer just a LITTLE too well

dapswebsite

OMG

popculturebrain

Reblogged at “you opened the door.”

adulthoodisokay

reblogged at “you’re here.”

edwardspoonhands

This was significantly more moving than the original trailer.

canadiankracka

I haven't seen the original trailer and now I don't want to.

#perfect

itsplantingseeds

Ashton Irwin wears the Whiskey > Everything shirt by 42799, available here.

#ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #42799 #alex deleon

itsplantingseeds

Luke Hemmings wears the Lost My Mind shirt by 42799, available here.

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #42799 #alex deleon

mutantninja-hemmings

Diva Moment on We Heart It.

hateyoustagram

Visit Original Link

voodoo doll // 5sos

#current fav song #current fav band

dopemixtape

Who do you think was the first person Steve Rick Rolled?

Steve discovers Roll Rolling one night while working through the list of music recommendations Sam and Natasha had given him. At first he thinks it’s a random ad popping up in the middle of the music video. Then he reads the comments. Nearly every one involves swearing and the term ‘Rick Roll’d.’ Google, as always, is unbelievably helpful and Steve laughs out loud to himself upon reading the Wiki page.

Sam is first.

Steve: Otis Redding is terrific - thanks for the recommendation. Found one you might like. Let me know what you think.

He pastes the link into the text before hitting send. He smirks and waits.

Sam: Steve Rogers, you Rick Rollin’ sonofabitch! Dammit, man. Who knew Captain America was such a troll?

Steve’s sharp bark of laughter echoes off the walls.

Steve: On your left

Sam: You’re an asshole

Sam: Fifty bucks says you can’t get everyone else

Steve: I won’t feel bad taking your money, you know?

Sam: That’s why you’re an asshole.

IDEK you guise.

typhoidmeri

Steve: Hey, Clint, thanks for the movie recommendations. Pretty in Pink was great. I liked this one too.

Steve carefully pastes the link in and presses send without a moment of regret. He tosses his phone on the counter and opens the fridge. Halfway through making a pile of sandwiches his phone vibrates on the counter.

Clint: WTF?

Clint: U rick rolled me.

Steve: Sorry, pal.

Clint: UR an asshole. >:(

Steve snorts and screencaps the texts.

Steve: one down.

He attaches the picture and sends it to Sam, laughing to himself as he pulls a carton of milk from the fridge.

Sam: Why am I friends with you?

Steve: My senior citizen’s discount.

dopemixtape

Natasha doesn’t reply. Steve hasn’t heard anything from her in three days, so he assumes she’s off somewhere on the other side of the world kicking ass and taking names.

He’s walking back to his place one night with a couple of large pizzas, listening to the 60s mix Sam made for him when a little blur of red and black lunges at him from the shadows. His attacker sweeps his legs out from under him and knocks him to the ground. He’s prepared to spring to the defense when he sees it’s Natasha. Steve’s laugh is cut short when she presses a pointed heel against his throat. “Dammit, Nat! You made me drop my pizzas. What the hell?”

She presses her heel a fraction closer and breathing becomes difficult.

Natasha eyes him coolly with her arms crossed against her chest. ”I’ve had motherfucking Rick Astley in my head for three days now, you little shithead.”

Steve snorts and immediately regrets it.

Natasha kicks him in the ribs before offering a hand to help him off the ground.

"Share your pizza and let’s figure out how you’re going to get Stark."

(Natasha is having exactly none of your shit, Steve.)

typhoidmeri

Despite what Tony thinks, Thor has no trouble with Midgardian technology. Humor, yes, but technology no. Steve sends Thor an email, swipes his iPod off the desk and goes out for a run, listening to the 70s mix Sam made him.

unknown number: I hate you.

Steve: Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number.

unknown number: I have the right number, Captain Rogers. Thor has not stopped singing all day.

Steve: I’m sorry, Dr. Foster.

Dr. Foster: No, you’re not. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ

No, he really wasn’t.

….

Steve finds an acoustic version, heavy on the sitar, of Rick Astley’s notorious hit and asks JARVIS to play it the next time Bruce plays his tea time music.

Two days later they learn that Hulk can’t sing but he can hum. Rather soulfully, he thinks as he sends a video clip to Sam.

Sam: You fucker, Rogers.

Steve: Five down. One to go.

Sam: Good luck with that one, asshole.

Steve: Better have my money ready, Wilson.

(Thor enjoys Midgardian folk tales sung in chanted verse)

kisleth

Tony is the hardest by far. Steve brings pizza and vodka with him when he visits Natasha, and Clint is there too as a happy accident. He bounces ideas off them and everything he can think of just isn’t enough. They break for the night and he retires to his apartment.

He almost considers giving in to Sam when Tony gives him the answer unknowingly.

Steve is sitting on one of the stools in Tony’s workshop, drawing the Suit (which Tony was tickled over), when DUM-E beeps and nudges his arm. Steve grins and takes the washer they’d been using for ‘fetch’ while Tony mutters to himself and looks over the damage Steve’s body armor had sustained.

(“It’s impossible!” He’d wailed, looking at the large gashes in the fabric.

"Tell that to my stomach," Steve had replied from the hospital bed where his skin slowly stitched itself back together under the bandages.)

"Hey, Tony." Steve lightly tosses the washer like an extra-small frisbee across the workshop. "Is DUM-E limited to just beeps?"

"No, he has proper speakers, he just refuses to use them for anything else. He doesn’t have the AI functionality of JARVIS. He’s like a baby. A really old baby. Or the mute eldest brother."

Steve smiles brightly when DUM-E comes back with the washer.

——

It’s really easy to get the song onto his iPod.

——

It’s almost easier to get the iPod hooked up to DUM-E and get him to push the ‘play’ button once Tony had settled in.

——

The entire team watches through the (thankfully soundproof) glass wall as Tony shouts and chases DUM-E around his workshop.

Steve: Did it.

Sam: Pics or it didn’t happen.

Steve steps into the workshop and records the song playing as DUM-E zips around, Tony chasing him. It sends it to Sam who doesn’t reply for ten minutes.

Sam: I’m paying you in beer. BECAUSE you can’t get drunk. Asshole.

Steve: That’s Captain Asshole to you.