(imagine dragons) radioactive

RADIOACTIVE
by Imagine Dragons

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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

Il video è così ridicolo che mi manca la forza. Tremendamente adorabile, ma comunque ridicolo in tanti di quegli aspetti da risultare, sì, insomma: ridicolo.

Alexandra Daddario Kate ANNABETH FIGLIA DI ATENA CHE CI FAI CON UN PELUCHE ROSA ASSASSINO, TORNA SUBITO A LEGGERE I TUOI MANUALI IN GRECO ANTICO E AD AMARE PRIMA BUONI TRASFORMATI IN CATTIVI E POI PROTAGONISTI UNICAMENTE POSITIVI CON I QUALI VIVRAI UNA STUPENDA STORIA D'AMORE CHE FINIRA' CON IL CADERE MANO NELLA MANO NEL TARTARO, DIO, SONO COSI' DEPRESSA.

(tossers) nantucket girl's song

NANTUCKET GIRL'S SONG
by the Tossers

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Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea
For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me
But every now and then I would like to see his face
For it always seems to me to beam with a manly grace
With his brow so nobly open and his dark and kindly eye
Oh my heart beats fondly towards him whenever he is nigh
But when he says goodbye me love I'm off across the sea
First I cry for his departure then I laugh because I'm free

-- Eliza Brock, 18th Century Islander

Oh I'm a man that's handsome, I'm strapping and I'm young
And when I gotta job to do, the job gets fuckin' done
I want a love to keep me happy I want a love that's true
And of all my past endeavors if it's smitten then I'm with you
So I'll put on my buckle and shoe and I'll comb up me hair
And I lighten up my belt and shirt so it's handsome I'll appear
And I'll work both day and night to keep the money rolling in
So I can come back to my love, so I can see you again

Oh to walk the street or countryside whatever I may know
I know that I will be O.K. where ever it is I go
So I'm sorry I don't want children to follow at my feet
I'm happy by myself not chasing kids into the street
Oh I wasn't born for marrying for the game or for the blame
And when my friends do call me I like hearing my own name
But when he says goodbye my dear, I'm off across the sea
First I cry for his departure, then I laugh because I'm free

(ludo) love me dead

Ho voluto bene a quest'uomo per mesi e non avevo mai visto uno solo dei loro videoclip. Se sono tutti su questa lunghezza d'onda,

#nuovabandpreferitaperilcorsodellavita 

you can't destroy them, the beauty and the youth:

icon by

feeling focused

listening the cult, life > death

you'll never beat them, you'll never hide the truth.

Piove e fa freddo ed è tutto orribile, però mi si sono gonfiati e arricciati i capelli sulle punte e fa molto attricetta francese anni Trenta, con il colore nuovo, quindi FIGO, okay?

La Chiaracì, la mia Cì, dio quanto l'amo. Il mondo fa schifo, davvero.
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Non ricordo di chi sia l'icon, però è meravigliosa e mi è venuta in mente nel momento stesso in cui sono entrata sull'afterelton e ho cominciato a leggere la pagina dei risultati. Non c'è limite all'affetto che posso provare per un singolo fandom, per quanto giovane e inesperto, perché è proprio questo a renderlo tremendamente adorabile ç__ç
Ho persone che adesso mi seguono su tumblr perché ho postato un paio di votasterekvotasterekvotasterek, e quanto una persona può essere carina a causa di questo! #abbraccioatuttotondo

Tumblr lo uso solo per lammerda, per seguire quel paio di attori che so essere account verificati (adams, la mays e captain stephen), e poi sono solo prompt per scrivere slash e leggere meta dai quali esci con agli occhi lacrime grandi quanto monete.
Tanti, sono i meta. Cazzo, ho una cartella "meta" fra i preferiti, perché condividere spesso non è abbastanza, devo poterli avere sotto mano quando ne sento il bisogno, graaao.

In ogni caso; che volevo scrivere? Non mi ricordo.

Ah, sì! I commenti e il Fandom Che Poté, perché oltre 70k voti non te li guadagni con lo stacca il modem e rivota, grazie tante, la muccara mannara. Noi abbiamo, oltre a Captain Stephen e Co-Captain Colton, la stupenda Melissa.

The 5 Stages of Teen Wolf in Appliance to My Life (or lack thereof) 

1) Denial: 

Dude, no way, I'm not watching Teen Wolf. Nuh-huh. Even the title sounds ridiculous, which. Dude. 

*insert the amount of time it took me to stumble across Sterek*

So I'm maybe possibly downloading the first episode right now. Only the first episode though, the show's probably five kinds of ridiculous.

The show's definitely ridiculous.

...but I'm maybe downloading the second episode too. And the third. And fourth.

Make that the whole season.

 2) Anger:

I'm being denied quality Sterek dosage.

Scott's being a potato.

Kate keeps being mentioned. This is me sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening. 

I have this weird crush on Chris Argent.

And Peter Hale. 

...and coach Finstock. 

I'm understandibly frustrated, okay?

I kinda wanna hulk smash things.

3) Bargaining:

Mostly includes worshipping at the altar of Jeff Davis.

And begging my computer screen to do things. Like grant me more Sterek scenes.

4) Depression:

I'm having a lot of Stiles feels, which in turn lead to Stilinski feels, which in turn triggers a domino effect and my feels capacity is in overload. 

Also, I now apparently ship Stiles with everyone. (which was not a bad thing, per se, at least until my preferred fanfics' tags started including a lot more words like gang and a lot less words like consent)

I question my life choices yet again. (...it's always a depressive process)

5) Acceptance:

Teen Wolf. It's a thing. That I'm watching.* 

And apparently voting for every hour, on the hour.  

(*and reading. Both, honestly - my fanon and canon started overlapping, like, 200 fanfics ago.)

[ wonderlink! ] 

 Io mi trovo in un terribile stato intermedio fra il secondo e il quinto. E il terzo, e il quarto.
Siamo degli strafottuti alpha shippers, il fandom è una cosa bellissima.