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Sebastian Stan’s Mouth Appreciation Post: 7/

Michael Jackson - Beat It (Demo)
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pumpkinpieinyoureyes:

lacienegasmiled:

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

If I ever heard anyone say Michael wasn’t a real musician I’d moonwalk them into a new dimension! At the end of the moonwalking I’d spin around and flip my leg up in the air like I’m dancing but BAM I’d smash it across their big melon heads. 

stupidoomdoodles:

prince vegeta and blessings

derples:

masamim:

source: official Capcom Japan

artist: 菊野郎さん

translation: me

bless them

elenei:

someone write me this fic

bag-of-dirt:

Portrait of a member of the French Resistance, who rests against a barricade erected on the streets of Paris, during a lull in street battles with the occupying German forces. Paris, France. August 1944. Photograph by Robert Doisneau.

bag-of-dirt:

Portrait of a member of the French Resistance, who rests against a barricade erected on the streets of Paris, during a lull in street battles with the occupying German forces. Paris, France. August 1944. Photograph by Robert Doisneau.

Ramin Djawadi  - The Rains Of Castamere String Quartet
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buckyderp:

if you don’t think this is the saddest thing in the whole of the MCU then you’re very very wrong.

i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting

zemmer:

WHEN PEOPLE SAY YOU HAVE PRIVILEGE THEY ARE NOT SAYING THAT YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS

THEY ARE SAYING YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SPECIFIC PROBLEMS THAT COME FROM OPPRESSION

THIS IS NOT A DIFFICULT CONCEPT

Developing the ability to piss other people off (or even to RISK pissing them off) without knuckling under is pretty much the Holy Grail of emotionally abused kids, I think. We are programmed to respond at the first sign of displeasure, and we don’t have the faith in ourselves and our decisions to weather the storm– or even a mild sprinkle– so we tend to freak out as if the world was ending if a cloud crosses the sun. We freak out about the possibility that we’re wrong, that we’re doing the wrong things, that we’re making the wrong choices, that we’ll make someone angry, because there’s this awful certainty lurking at the back of our minds that says “If you do the wrong thing, you will be in TROUBLE.” And being in TROUBLE is the worst thing, ever, because that part of our brain is forever three years old where our parents are our whole world and being in TROUBLE is the end of everything.

It takes a lot of practice to gain that sort of gut-level knowledge that we’re strong enough to handle this stuff and that the world doesn’t end if someone else is angry at us. It’s not an innate quality that some people have and some don’t; people who grow up in non-abusive homes learn it when they’re young, is all, and the rest of us have to learn it when we’re grown up. And it sucks, and it’s not fair, and it’s not fun, but there’s no getting around it, and you can do it, you CAN.

You can piss people off.

You can be wrong.

You can fuck up.

You can do stuff that everyone thinks is weird.

AND IT IS ALL OKAY. The world won’t end. You will still be a good person. And the likelihood is that most of the things you do WON’T be wrong, and WON’T piss people off, and WON’T be up-fuckery, and WON’T be weird, but if it is? The hell with it; fix it, if necessary, and move on.

"The thing is, Steve and Bucky’s friendship wasn’t just a "they grew up so they’re as close as brothers," thing, it’s way more dynamic than that. Their relationship may be symbiotic, but it was never particularly balanced. Growing up, Steve was sickly and physically weak but had precisely the same personality as he does now: unendingly hopeful and moral, with no conception of backing down from a fight. Hence why he’s constantly getting beaten up, with Bucky having to wade in and finish those fights for him. Bucky is incredibly protective of him, which must have caused a fair amount of confusion when Steve turned into a near-indestructable supersoldier.

It’s a classic partnership between idealism (Steve) and pragmatic cynicism (Bucky), with Bucky playing the role of Steve’s protector and #1 fan. It takes the supersoldier serum for everyone else to realise what Bucky knew all along: that Steve is an inspirational figure, destined for great things. There’s this beautiful transitional moment in the first Cap movie when Steve has just rescued Bucky and the other soldiers from the Red Skull’s lab, and Bucky calls out for everyone to cheer for Captain America. This is basically the first time Steve has ever received outside recognition for being the person he is, and you can tell that while Bucky’s happy for him, he’s also a tiny bit resentful because he knows that Steve is no longer “his”. The tables have turned, and now Bucky is walking in Steve’s shadow, rather than the other way round.”

CATWS: The Tragedy of Bucky Barnes

natinuz:

Ferrets playing inside a box of packing

natinuz:

Ferrets playing inside a box of packing

sebastiqnstan:

Broody Jack Benjamin

What wouldn’t I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants and who runs through women; but what I have is a son who shows no interest in them.

What you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. You cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place.