#Madonna merch

[itsallmadonnasfault]

@madonna and @jeanpaulgaultier

[iwatcheditbegin]

I’m so over this retirement talk. It just reeks of sexism. No one would ever be saying this if Taylor wasn’t a woman. An Eras tour is not a farewell tour, the woman literally hasn’t toured since 2018. She’s probably missed it and is just trying to cram everything in. Give the fans something special.

I can’t be the only one who remembers the Taylor store releasing eras style merch years prior. Maybe she just likes the concept of Eras.

Based on the pre-show set list playing “ you don’t own me” right before she takes the stage, I believe this tour is all about reclaiming the decade of work that’s was literally stolen from her.

[noahsmuse]

CRUSH ♡

✮ PAIRING: noah sebastian x popstar!reader

✮ REQUEST: “Maybe something along the lines of, Y/N did a cover of a bad omens song and has stated in a couple interviews that BO is her favorite band. And Noah finds the cover and from there you can decide what happens ❤❤” - 💌 anon !

✮ A/N: my first fic for noah !! 🥳🥳 hope you all enjoy ! keep the thoughts & requests coming with anything you’d like to see me write about :) italics represent flashbacks !

WHILST you wait for your dates’ arrival, sitting in your best attire keeps making you think about how everything between the two of you have transpired…..

..it all started when you were sat with an interviewer behind many cameras recording your answers to be put in videos and magazines that were sure to sell out as soon as they hit the shelf, one of the most asked and speculated questions caught the attention of everyone, especially by one of the people you listed.

“when it comes to creating music, who are some artists that you look to for a source of inspiration ?” the interviewer asked you, your response consisted with artists that many thought you would say like britney spears and madonna but then you said a band that shocked numerous people specifically the members within the group that’s known as Bad Omens.

but…this wasn’t the last time that you would mention the band or their music, often times when asked about who are your favorite artists at the moment, they’d find themselves in that list along with some of your other friends in the industry. yours and their fans noticed how you would post their songs onto your instagram stories and even wear merch !!!!!!

everything changed when you were invited into the BBC live lounge and they presented you with the option to choose a song to cover, so of course, you decided to sing your version of ‘The Death Of Peace Of Mind.’ the internet went crazy over your version of the song and ended up being posted EVERYWHERE.

since your cover of the song seemed inescapable to literally anyone on the internet that week, of course this was how noah was introduced to your music and captivating voice. sure, he’s heard of you talking about how bad omens was one of your favorite bands and thought it was cool that you known who they were but didn’t really think much about it until he’d seen the cover you done.

after hearing the cover that you’ve done for ‘The Death Of Peace Of Mind’ and all the kind words you’ve said about the band, noah decided it was time to reach out to you. but seeing as he deleted all his personal social media accounts and you’re literally famous, it was almost impossible to get your attention so eventually, he kinda just let it go.

until….it was announced that you switched record labels and coincidentally you signed to the same company as Bad Omens. as this was a huge deal, not only for you but also the label, they decided to have a party to celebrate your signing !!!! everyone within the label was invited which also included noah sebastian from Bad Omens, so when he seen the invite, he made sure that his schedule was cleared just so he could make it to the party that day.

finally, the day of your signing celebration arrives ! you were so overwhelmed with all the love, attention, and support that came from your new co-workers which is the main reason why you’re now sitting outside, just for a break from all the madness. right as you’re about to turn around and go back inside, the sound of loud music escaping from behind the closed doors along with a feeling of eyes staring down at you is enough to make your head turn around to see the lead singer of Bad Omens making his way over to talk to you.

the whole moment feels unreal for the both of you. you’re finally talking to one of the main masterminds behind the band that you admire and kind of grew a crush on, meanwhile, noah was amazed that he was even able to talk to you.

many hours go by just sitting and talking with noah, you two clicked immediately and learned that you both were basically the same person !! as the night comes to an end, noah walks you back to your car, making sure you can make it back home safely but before you leave, he asks for your number to stay in contact !

and ever since, you haven’t gone a day without speaking with noah whether it was by text messages, phone calls, or the almost daily facetimes. it was clear to literally anyone that you both were in love with each other so while talking on the phone one day, so he decides to make the first move and ask you out to a nice little restaurant…

this now leaves you nervously toying with the hem of your dress while also pacing back and forth in front of your door waiting for —

the sound of knocking interrupts your thoughts as you open your front door to see a 6’3 man with big brown bambi eyes staring down at you holding a beautiful custom made bouquet that he had ordered days before hand, after one of your conversations turned into you talking about flowers and what your favorite kinds were. him remembering this random little detail about you made your heart swell, you could tell just from this small action alone, that he was definitely your soulmate ♡

[propertyofmilfs]

YAAAAALLLLLL im so sorry for being inactive! Life decided to be busy as hell. I promise I’ll be writing a new chapter soon! IN THE MEANTIME enjoy this picture of Gwendoline with her phasma merch!

[thorfemmes]

Now in Technicolor

part i: "Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams"

a/n: I've been thinking about the "seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate" trope for a while now. I wanted to see if it would work with with two soulmates, giving us this steddie x reader au :). I hope you enjoy, and as always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<333

a/n 2: I'm sobbing because I've uploaded this THREE TIMES NOW and tumblr keeps glitching and fucking up my formatting. Let's see if this one works.

P.S. I did a stupid amount of research on tour dates, locations, and weather in 1990 LMAO please enjoy.

read part ii here

Rated 18+: fem!reader x steddie, eventual smut, an unfortunate usage of Y/N, gross humid Midwestern weather

Word Count: 2,113 words

May 24, 1990 was a grossly humid day. Illinois weather was always a bit spotty, but today especially was unforgiving. Y/N was in line outside of the Rosemont Horizon, waiting in line to see Madonna's Blond Ambition Tour. She had gotten there early, wanting to grab a good spot seeing as her ticket was for the standing room only section, but now that she was standing outside, alone, in the sun, she wished she would have prepared better. She maybe would've brought a book, definitely would have brought some water bottles. But alas, she was sandwiched between other hopeful concert-goers that were suffering the same fate as her.

She tried to subtly dab at the sweat accumulating around her hairline, accidentally making eye contact with the girl in front of her.

The girl raised her eyebrows at her. "Little bit warm today, huh?"

Y/N nodded and smiled, "Just a little bit yeah".

"Do you have any water or anything?" The girl asked.

She shook her head no.

"My girlfriend and I have a few extras if you'd like one?" The light haired girl started. "It's unopened, in case you were worried we did something to it. Not that you should be worried! I just know that some people would be worried -".

"Robin, it's okay," Robin's friend spoke up as she smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay, I appreciate the offer". Y/N took the bottle graciously and all but chugged it down. "I wasn't worried by the way. Not unless you're trying to weed out the competition for a good spot in the pit".

Robin and her partner laughed. "I'm Nancy, this is Robin, nice to meet you". The dark haired girl gestured between herself and Robin.

"I'm Y/N!"

The three of them got to talking, learning that Robin and Nancy had driven up from Hawkins, Indiana. The two were surprised to learn that she was in the process of moving to Hawkins.

"What made you want to move?" Nancy asked.

"I have a lot of family in the surrounding towns, and I'm planning on attending school out there. Hawkins lets me have a bit of independence while still being close to family".

The two girls nodded. "Do you have anyone moving with you?"

"No, unfortunately," She let out a small laugh. "No soulmate or anything yet". The two girls looked at her almost solemnly. "I'm assuming you two have met your soulmates already?"

The two grinned and linked hands. "Yeah," Robin spoke up. "We've been together for a few years now". Nancy cuddled up next to Robin and laid her head on Robin's shoulder.

"Well you're both adorable together".

"Thank you!" The two spoke in unison.

She turned slightly to take another gulp of water. It wasn't that her heart ached for a soulmate, it was that she had lost hope of meeting hers. Long ago had she accepted that black and gray scales would be her permanent point of view. High school, even middle school was filled with her peers' world blooming in color while she continued to see the dull shades around her.

They continued to make small talk until the line started moving.

"Hey in case we get separated, here's my phone number," Robin whipped out a sharpie and grabbed the girl's hand. "Call us when you get settled". And with that they parted ways, the couple heading towards the merch booth as she headed towards the barricade. When she got back to the hotel she quickly reached for the room's notepad and pen and scribbled the now smeared phone number.

Weeks had passed since the concert. Y/N had officially made the move to Hawkins. The few things she owned were shoved into a rented pickup truck and moved from her shared apartment in Chicago to a one bedroom all to herself.

The apartment was cozy; filled with fuzzy blankets and candles and warm art work. She hoped the colors at least complimented each other, but truly she was just thrilled to finally have her own space to decorate and make hers.

Her days were filled with exploring and familiarizing herself with the town. She visited every corner of Hawkins; wandering grocery stores, noting where the different shops were, even seeking out the record shop and video store for her future leisure.

It wasn't until her classes started that she started to feel the loneliness creep in. She glanced at her phone book every once in a while, debating on whether she should reach out to the girls from the concert. Surely it wouldn't be weird, right? Robin had given Y/N her number for a reason. Then on the first Saturday of July, when she was two glasses of wine deep, she used her liquid courage to reach out to Robin.

Double checking that it wasn't terribly late, she quickly pushed Robin's number into the phone and nervously squished the receiver against her ear. She picked up after the first ring.

"Hello?" Robin's raspy voice shouted over loud background music.

"Hey, Robin? It's Y/N from the Madonna concert". She winced, it had been so long ago, what if she didn't remember her?

"Y/N! Hey!" Robin must've covered the phone with her hand because she could hear a faint Would you guys turn the music down?

"Sorry, my friends are animals. How are you, are you in Hawkins?"

"Yeah, I'm finally settled. I was hoping that maybe you and Nancy would want to hang out sometime soon? I haven't really gone out with anyone since I moved".

"Yeah, that would be awesome! Are you free tomorrow morning? Some of my friends and I were planning on getting breakfast if you'd like to join us".

"I'd love to, you're sure I'm not intruding?"

"No intrusion at all! I'm sure everyone would love to meet you," Her voice called out a little bit louder. Voices in the background rang out in agreement.

Y/N giggled and set her plans in stone.

When the morning came, her stomach was in knots. Her nerves were slowly getting the better of her. Arriving at the restaurant 30 minutes early, she sat in her car and tried to hype herself up. You've got this, she thought. Robin and Nancy were friendly enough at the concert. This is you getting out of your comfort zone. And if you hate it, you can always leave!

Y/N watched as the restaurant slowly filled up. When she saw Robin and Nancy walk up hand in hand following a young man with long dark hair into the restaurant, she counted to thirty and took a deep breath before getting out of her car and making her way inside.

She met the girls by the host's stand, the man nowhere to be found. The girls greeted her with smiles and small side hugs.

"Hey! How are you doing?" Nancy said.

"I'm doing well! How have you guys been?"

"We've been okay! We're just waiting for a table to clear up. Steve couldn't make it this morning, but Eddie is here so you'll meet a part of the group! He's just in the bathroom, I think".

Y/N nodded and quickly fell into conversation with the two girls. The three were talking about the upcoming Fleetwood Mac tour when Nancy looked past Y/N's head.

"Eddie! Nice of you to finally join us," She smirked.

Eddie grinned at Nancy, letting her shove him with her shoulder. "Had to sneak out for a quick smoke. What did I miss?"

Y/N looked at the young man, his long curly hair framing the soft features of his face. His large button eyes were so expressive and full of mischief. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt like she knew him, he felt warm (which was crazy because she didn't know this boy from Adam). She was pulled from her staring by Robin's voice.

"So Eddie, this is Y/N. Y/N, Eddie".

Y/N snapped her eyes up and held out her hand, Eddie doing the same. When the two met eyes, Y/N took in a deep breath. The warmth she felt shot through their hands, sending small vibrations through her body. She held that breath as she looked at him, wisps of color blotting throughout her vision. Relief and joy and confusion flooded her system. She had met her soulmate! But why wasn't her vision completely flooding with color? Was he experiencing the same thing?

"Guys?" Robin's voice ripped them from their trance.

Eddie cleared his throat, "Sorry, um, nice to meet you".

She nodded in agreement, retracting her hand and looking at the ground. The tiles on the ground now boasted what could only be described as auras of color. Her vision still looked dull, but blobs of color distorted her normal palette of dark shades.

The four of them were then led to a round booth, Nancy and Robin scooting into the middle with Eddie and Y/N on each of their respective ends. They quickly fell into a comfortable conversation, Y/N looking and picking at her nails in favor of looking back at Eddie.

"So Y/N," Eddie's voice pulled her attention. "Nancy and Robin were telling us that you all met at the Madonna show".

"Yeah, um. It was ridiculously hot and Robin saved the day with a water bottle she swore wasn't poisoned".

Eddie laughed and leaned forward a little. "You've gotta be careful out there, you never know what Robin is trying to roofie you with".

"Oh fuck off, Munson," Robin laughed, throwing her straw wrapper at him.

The four of them stood outside of the diner and gathered around Y/N's car.

"This was so fun, we should do this again soon!" Nancy said.

Everyone smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Hopefully next time our resident dingus can join us," Robin added.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the name calling. He quickly took his keys out of his pockets. "Here ladies, go and start the a/c, I'll be right behind you".

Robin snatched the keys from him, quickly giving Y/N a hug and dragging Nancy away.

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his dirty Reeboks. He cleared his throat before starting: "Um, so -".

"Did you feel it too?" She cut in. "I'm really confused right now, and I just need to make sure I'm not hallucinating or something".

"No sweetheart, you're not hallucinating".

She couldn't tell if her face was warm due to the humid weather or Eddie's pet name.

"Can I ask why you're confused?"

"I... The colors didn't blossom like they were supposed to, I think. They didn't fully come through like I thought they were meant to. I'm only seeing little bits and pieces of color in between normal grays and whites".

Eddie nodded, recognition flooding his face. "I had the same thing happen when I met my partner, Steve".

"Steve, like dingus Steve?"

"Yeah, like dingus Steve," Eddie laughed. "Both of us actually experienced that. We were both really confused, but with a little research we learned that in rare occasions, some people can have multiple soulmates".

Her eyes widened. It makes sense in theory, but it was all overwhelming. Just yesterday she was sure she'd never run into her soulmate and now there's a possibility that she has more than one?

"When we made eye contact, color flooded the rest of my vision. All the black and white disappeared. I have never felt more comfortable meeting someone, not since I met Steve. I don't know what this means for any of us, but I know that you must be my missing soulmate".

She slowly took a step back, Eddie following with a step forward and his hands up, as if approaching a wounded animal.

"I just, please take some time. It's a lot to process. If you have any questions or want to talk, here's my number," He pulled out his breakfast receipt with his number scratched on it. "Steve and I have a lot to talk about too".

She nodded, looking down at the piece of paper in his hand. She plucked it with a shaking hand.

"Just give me a couple days to think everything over. I promise I'll call soon, I just need some time," She turned to unlock her car door.

Eddie nodded and opened the door for her. "Drive safely, and give me a call, yeah?"

She nodded and carefully pulled out of the parking lot. Eddie crossed his hands and cradled the back of his head as he watched her drive away.

Fuck, this changes everything.

Taglist/people who showed interest in this fic: @munsonology @alexxavicry @marvelous-musicals

[harrywavycurly]

Hello! How would Eddie talk to his s/o that’s never been in a relationship before?☺️💕

Hello babes!! So this is so dang cute to think about!! I am an absolute mess, I kinda made it where he’s your first boyfriend that actually treats you how you should be treated. I hope you enjoy this!!💖

*Enjoy Eddie being concerned about you being comfortable and also just being the best boyfriend*

“You don’t have to do that.” “Do what sweetheart?” “Pay for things and stuff.” “Oh but I do princess. It’s in the boyfriend handbook that you’re not allowed to pay for things while I’m around.” “Boyfriend handbook?” “Yeah it holds all the rules and like tips on how to be a good boyfriend.” “Oh I see.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got it memorized.”

“Can I hold your hand?” “You don’t have to ask baby.” “I don’t want to be rude.” “It’s not rude. I like knowing you want to hold my hand, so just feel free to grab it whenever you want okay?” “Okay…” “or you can still ask that’s fine. The answer will always be yes.” “You’re kind of a softy aren’t you Munson?” “Only for you sweetheart.”

“What’s the princess want to listen to today?” “It’s your van Eddie, you can pick the music.” “While I appreciate that sweetheart, I really do. Remember what’s mine is yours so you can pick.” “You won’t get mad if I pick something totally not metal?” “Mad? It’s just music baby.” “Says the one who’s whole outfit today is made up of band merch.” “I mean yes music is important to me, but not important enough for me to get mad at you over it.” “Even if I pick Madonna?” “Even if you pick Madonna.”

“Here take this.” “I can’t, it’s your favorite Metallica shirt.” “Yeah and I’ll love it even more if I get to see you in it.” “Are you sure?” “I know you’re new to this whole relationship thing baby but trust me when I tell you there’s nothing I’d like more than to see you in my shirt.” “Oh so this is like a boyfriend thing then? Getting your clothes?” “Exactly. Now come here and pick a sweatshirt.”

“Are you okay? We can leave if you want.” “I’m fine.” “Baby…” “it’s okay really. I want to get to know your friends more.” “You look tired sweetheart, I know you’ve had a long day we can hang out with them another time.” “I don’t want them to think I’m rude for leaving early.” “Hey, look at me okay? You’re my main priority. So if you want to leave then we leave.” “Are you sure?” “Harrington throws a house party every other week we can just crash his next one.”

“What’s wrong?” “I’m just having a bad day.” “Well good thing I’m here then.” “I don’t want to be a bother you can go hang out with Dustin or something I won’t be fun to be around right now.” “Baby you’re never a bother. We’re together now so that means if you’re having a bad day then I’m having a bad day.” “I’m sorry.” “None of that okay? You don’t have to apologize to me. Now let’s go cuddle and you can tell me what’s going on in that beautiful little head of yours.”

“Is this okay?” “Yes it’s okay.” “If at any point you’re not comfortable just tell me okay?” “Okay…” “i mean it baby I don’t want you to do anything you’re not completely ready for.” “you’re really good at making me feel comfortable.” “Good, I’m glad sweetheart. I don’t want to make you feel rushed into anything. We have all the time in the world.” “Really? All the time in the world?” “I mean unless you plan on getting rid of me soon?” “No. I don’t plan on it.” “Thank god because I kinda really like you.”

[chickawah23]

Do y’all remember when there were rumors that Taylor would be performing at the Super Bowl half time show like last year and tree basically said Taylor is way too big to do the Super Bowl she doesn’t need to do that. I feel like the NFL begged her to do the halftime show and when that didn’t work they tried to drop hints that she would to get her fans to encourage her to do it. And Taylor was like “nah fam but here’s a way for us to be mutually beneficial to each other. I’ll get your viewership and merch/ticket sales up and you keep talking about me while I’m on break from tour and promoting my re-recordings and tour movie and whatever else.”

Mention Taylor swift get more clicks.

This is a little out there but I feel like she came up with this plan while watching The Last Dance docuseries (The Chicago Bulls MJ doc) during the pandemic. (If you recall she said she watched it during the long pond studio sessions. Particular when she heard how they talked about Dennis Rodman and Madonna dating back then getting the NBA a whole new level of viewership.

[imaslave4u]

Blond Ambition Tour Bomber Jacket

Recreation of the original and limited 1990 Blond Ambition Tour Crew bomber jacket. Featuring embroidered tour name on the front and iconic “M” logo on the back. Developed and produced by Alpha Industries, the original jacket’s manufacturer.

Madonna's "Celebration Tour" official merch.

[novi-val]

random stuff i wrote down from luke's discord server q&a call (jun. 4, 2023):

"this is my therapy, sorry you all have to hear me"

he was drinking rosé throughout all of this

he likes roses but likes the stems + thorns more than the flowers, so his friends used to buy him bouquets of just rose stems and he thought it was great

one of his favourite books is the picture of dorian gray (this explains everything. why does this explain everything)

favourite eurovision acts were brunette and blanca paloma ("you thought i was gonna say blanka huh :///")

mimicat and teya were the friends who helped him out with stuff when he needed it, teya was the extrovert friend who adopted him at the preparties ("didn't talk to anyone, i was just drinking and doing duolingo")

"i learned english ostensibly through playing lara croft" + talking to online friends on video game forums

"i'm butchering french all the time. i was talking to la zarra a lot and she was just side-eyeing me"

TEYA AND LUKE COLLAB IN THE WORKS

favourite album is american life by madonna (first album he bought for himself(?))

had to google what a ttrpg is, bless

he's very, very happy that the server has brought joy and support for so many people, because when he was 15-16 he wanted to use his music to create a safe space so people wouldn't have to be so lonely and go through some of the same things he went through

question: if you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? "i would've liked to not have my bitch era"

he only applied for the esc national final because he was planning on releasing samo mi se spava around that time and figured he'd go to promote it. he was not planning/expecting to win and go to eurovision. "i didn't even quit my job or anything"

if you see house on the hill live at a show, it'll be a longer version (the studio version is as short as it is because it was out of spite for universal music when they used to tell him all his songs were too long)

favourite game right now is solitaire

past fall out boy enjoyer, current panic! at the disco enjoyer (😭😭) also sir i need to know did you listen to my chemical romance. please. please this is very important

other artists he likes (incomplete): the killers, the cure, the white stripes, lana del rey, lady gaga, madonna, tamino, mika

"well after eurovision i'm bankrupt"

people were ordering merch from him during the call after he mentioned his merch site and the email notification sounds were going off in the background as he talked every few seconds (as of the end of him answering questions from the q&a channel the cds got sold out!)

aaand that's all i got before leaving the call because i needed to sleep

[garadinervi]

Master Cleanse feat. OldBoy Rhymes, Sage Francis, Rituals of Mine, Alxndrbrwn, Strange Famous Records, 2024, Single

Lyrics: OldBoy Rhymes, Sage Francis, Rituals of Mine Production, mixing, and mastering: Alxndrbrwn

Artwork: ArtByTai

(OldBoy Rhymes) This is a lost Earth People's heads are down but they're pointing up like it's God's turf A synagogue, a mosque, a black rock, or a pop church Playing Christian rock in a concert Whether left wing like Madonna's skirts or the right wing like the John Birch A holy man quotes proverbs while they toss dirt on a toddler In a casket that he's wrapped in like a bratwurst Real monsters where the shots burst from militiamen in their assault merch Where the helicopters sound like cha-ka cha-ka cha-ka cha-ka …Reconnaissance work Where the citizens stop as they're frisking their pockets a kid who's just out on a job search Where a doctor's got post-traumatic stress disorder ‘cause all the gory stuff that he saw hurts Where the people are stuck and the demons amok And they're saying that peace is some treasonous stuff and babies are dying like clockwork I'm having lucid dreams of gruesome scenes Things that humans beings do when we become too extreme Pursue our pray like wolverines, we root for teams But some see troops as a means to an end They salute the marines while funding the Mujahideen Funding coups for a new regime, puppets we move on strings But then there's blowback collateral damage you see on your news feed And we choose to read only one side of the narrative screaming through computer screens Zoom meetings where the truth is reduced to a meme Lunacy we can't find unity instead I'm losing sleep Watching refugee encampment tents turn to blood baths Of punctured abdomens, gashed skin, and fractured limbs While weapon manufacturers are cashing in Flags of neo-fascist men flap in the wind Back in Washington fat, old, conservative chickenhawks act masculine And they act offended like I'm a bigot for even questioning or asking them If hate is a communicable pathogen passed to them Javelin missiles and Apache's blasting This is the psychology of a master cleanse

(Rituals of Mine) How many becomes too much? How many justified then becomes enough? I see the whole becoming hollow But the terrain's still rough Losing ourselves in ego When we should have given up The kingdom failed you Your king failed you To loosen your grip The fear of unknown The fear of being seen I guess it's easier to deflect and revise the history Hold the white flag Give me something to believe in

(Sage Francis) How can I watch all these kids get killed and not speak up? Along with healthcare workers and not speak up? Journalist upon journalist and not speak up? While so many mouth pieces feel the need to keep shut. For what? Is that career suicide to you? Or just the comfortable but scared side of you? Who was thumping their bible when Bethlehem got bombed on Christmas? Did y'all send your thoughts and prayers in whispers? Hoping no one would really listen or hear it and then share their own opinions? Schools and hospitals get targeted, this ain't a difference of religion Nor is it antisemitism Judaism is not the zionist agenda, America funds Israel by the billions Upon billions, upon billions It's all good since they use that money to purchase our weapons and ammunition If you always identify as the victim I guess any form of resistance is an assault on your existence Just remember how the “Won't someone think of the children” contingent Went dead silent amidst all the the indiscriminate killing The apartheid, the genocide, the open air prisons Slaughtered civilians, please spare us the what about-isms This is a 75 year negative feedback loop With an oppressed and an oppressor, a neck and boot For a people who've been brutalized for so goddamn long You've gotta know deep down this shit is wrong

(Rituals of Mine) Give me something to believe in Give me something to believe in

(OldBoy Rhymes) How many men of God are demigods in them synagogues or little mosques? Hypocritical Christians tending to the flock like Chickenhawks squawk on CNN and Fox? How many kids pitch rocks against soldiers with Kalashnikovs? The planet is a tinderbox, humanity just missed the plot I'm not bowing to the Twitter mob, naw, my mind is clear I'm rising to a higher tear, up above the primal fear Up above the riot gear, up above the puppeteers who profiteer like financiers Above the little kids who died eyes wide as frightened deer I'm up above the biosphere, here crying ultraviolet tears Looking at us fighting like tribes with spears on our tiny sphere If you're like Werner Von Braun what's the consequence of murder? They don't take your life away just like some non-essential workers I'm not talking ‘bout your server, I'm not talking flipping burgers I'm talking ‘bout the hate like when the Christians fought the Berbers We know some scars are ancient and they lead to dark places Like the hearts of hardened racists snarling at the Star of the David And I know It's hard to say it, but I'll say it, here's a question Whose in prison? Who's flexing with precision guided weapons? Yo we witnessed 9/11 they monopolized deception Go Ask Julianne Assange if sunlight's a disinfectant Washing bloody clothes in chloride, standing on the lord's side Let's turn em into animals like we anthropomorphize AI and warp drives, baby corpse with horse flies Mordecai, fortify the king, protect your tribe The New York Times, both sides report lies We're watching martyrs memorialized as we justify war crimes

[golbrocklovely]

let me tell you some fun things that happened to me on my day off.

first off i went to the mall. one of my favorite stores is going out of business, and while i don't need more clothes, when they are 30-50% off…. yes i do.

also the way i basically burn thru jeans bc of my thighs rubbing together………… yall i could write a thesis on why companies need to double line their jeans on the inner thigh for plus size individuals.

anyway, i go there, and i'm not expecting them to have my size. i'm a 20/2x-3x. i've played this game before and always lose. however, i go there and all they have left, basically, is my size and 00s.

god smiled upon me today…. but then decided to throw a curveball for shits and gigs.

come to find out, after looking around and picking the stuff i wanted, their wifi was down and thus the card reader wouldn't work. that's annoying, but hey, the mall has an atm in it. i'll just go downstairs, get money out, come back up and pay. not a problem.

yes, a problem. the atm that was there is no longer there. there now isn't any in the mall at all.

well, thankfully my mom was gracious enough to give me money (she was in the car waiting for me bc we had a bunch of errands to run). so i had to go all the way back upstairs, out the front entrance, to her car, get her money, walk all the way back into the mall, go to the store and then buy my clothes.

i got two shirts, a pair of leggings, and three pairs of pants (one being a pair of cargo pants that I've been dying to get since my last pair ripped)….. $82 yall. that's all i spent. an absolute fucking STEAL.

tried everything on at home, and they all mostly fit. the one pair of jeans was a midrise which was my fault on getting, but it does fit. i just have to wear a baggy shirt to feel comfy. the other two pairs fit however a zipper is busted on one of them. that's fine. i'll fix it later since i'm not exactly wearing these pants anytime soon since it's nice out anymore

i stopped inside of zumiez… they had snc's merch. i'll make a whole separate post about that interaction lol

leave the mall, drive to family dollar. get some stuff that we need for the laundry room and the pups. my dogs go thru bones like their lives depend on it. but now they will be good for a while. also i FINALLY was able to buy a curvy barbie which i've wanted since they started making them all the way back when i was in college or hs. then we went to goodwill and dropped off some clothes. i ran into goodwill and looked at cds. i got some absolute classics:

no strings attached by nsync

believe by cher

the immaculate collection by madonna

and then i got some dvds:

an unopened box set of the first season of glee (i'm dying)

barbie pegasus

spectacular (that weird knock off camp rock movie made by nickelodeon)

overall 8.5/10 day lol

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Madonna Releases Blond Ambition Tour Jacket with Celebration Tour Merch-...

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it's obscene whenever any artist charges $700 for a ticket, like they don't have enough money and need all of yours just to see them, but for taylor in particular, she has enough money at this point that she could probably honestly make every ticket like $60 and pay for her tour out of her own pocket if she really cared about accessing her fans. that way she could probably even do a few more stops rather than just having her concerts basically be a Gatsby party for the lucky. but no there was an article just this morning about how she was planning to buy yet another 7 bedroom mansion with joe before he broke up with her

all articles I’ve seen have said she broke up with him, per the “source” close to them. but her proclivity for expensive real estate is proof of her greed. why does she, as this sweet and kind down to earth person who’s easily manipulated by evil men, own all these million dollar mansions? it’s like my grandmother’s ebay addiction. taylor has so much money from exploiting her fanbase, which is crazy enough to spend upwards of $1k on concert tickets and $100 on basic concert merch (like, (1) tshirt), that she has to put it somewhere. why not a giant display of her wealth? I remember an interview with I think nirvana where they were shocked that madonna or somebody popular at the time was charging over $30 for concert tickets, because they were charging under $20. it’s greed y’all. because if they wanted to charge less, they could. they should be charging less.

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My Madonna Celebration Tour art! I have merch up in my shop - thatsiconic (dot) com

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diane notes.

born in manchester in the uk in the early 40s, went to uni in america where she met her husband ( william ), settled in utah.

went to school for dance, but was slightly above average at best. wild success socialising, though -- very popular, very queen bee. she dropped her accent fast, adopted american fashion, and started networking. her boyfriend / husband was a pet project for her -- see how she can transform a greasy antisocial nerd into a passable, datable member of society!

bloberta mor/al or/el coded.

also amy go/ne gi/rl coded.

she is not ballora. she is not in ballora.

she was not a good mother. she was, at best, absent, and at worst, accepted william's abuse of their children as part of running a normal suburban household. ( an ode to the fridged women and also to their children who have to hear them talked about as madonnas and saints regardless of who they were in life, can we not speak honestly of the dead? )

she isn't dead. she isn't divorced, either. she simply vanished. this is a woman who came out of a situation where playing the social ballgame was essential, and she was a big swinger. she was not going to go through a divorce in mormon utah. it would have ruined her life. she took advantage of the 'trend' of missing people and staged her own disappearance. she took off, changed her name, moved to california. she is missing, presumed dead, but she's very much alive.

she had children for the reason a lot of women in communities like hers have children -- because being pregnant is a status symbol, and she liked fitting in. if you weren't pregnant, if you stopped at just one child, something was assumed wrong. it was also a great way to keep her husband close. she had a child every four years, or whenever she perceived their marriage as slipping. they did not fix it, and in fact made it worse, but it helped to maintain the image of domestic perfection that she was so obsessed with.

she ran a dance school in town. despite being a frankly brilliant businesswoman and marketing director for her own business, she was not a good dance instructor. she ran that place like the military and in the same way that her husband ruined lives at freddy's, she gave those little girls complexes that would last forever.

of course, with a restaurant, the metric of success is selling enough food ( and games, and merch ) to turn a profit, whereas dance instruction is a little more ephemeral. getting enough students to sign on and keep the business open was essential, of course, but it was difficult to track accomplishments the same way william could track his on a sheet. and given the state of freddy's -- the incidents, the police investigations, the poor hygiene, all of it -- she often felt that her husband was failing upwards while she was spinning her wheels, and especially thought that this was unfair since she gave him the social boost that put him in contact with henry in the first place. she played a role for investors, she showed up at press events, she was once again social where he was not. to see her dance studio... not quite crumbling, but not going anywhere ( those girls were in the TRENCHES ) while freddy's failed and thrived made her want to eat cement.

if you can't fix him and can't divorce him and don't care about the kids, DIP.

she's fat and she's desirable. you don't have three children without forming hips and she has more than that.