#star spangled tori

[changebydjo]

every jade west outfit: 4x12

[hitchell-mope]

At least she got to sing the song

[giflizgillies]

VICTORIOUS Star Spangled Tori

[neverscreens]

— VICTORIOUS, SEASON FOUR.

Wanko's Warehouse, 419 Screencaps.

The Hambone King, 365 Screencaps.

Opposite Date, 405 Screencaps.

Three Girls and a Moose, 491 Screencaps.

Cell Block, 424 Screencaps.

Tori Fixes Beck and Jade, 455 Screencaps.

One Thousand Berry Balls, 351 Screencaps.

Robbie Sells Rex, 393 Screencaps.

The Bad Roommate, 352 Screencaps.

Brain Squeezers, 439 Screencaps.

The Slap Fight, 471 Screencaps.

Star-Spangled Tori, 434 Screencaps.

Victori-Yes, 343 Screencaps.

All in GALLERY. Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡

[jonathanwrotethis]

On the inside, looking out

It's Sunday evening, and you find me sitting in the dark of the junk room listening to a random chill-out Jazz playlist. It feels like Charlie Brown is going to wander past with Snoopy at any moment.

This morning - after scraping myself out of bed - I found myself alone around the house for the first couple of hours, so after picking up after everybody else, I found time for a coffee and a few minutes with Shania Twain and Tori Amos on the record player.

Guilty pleasures.

The rest of the day has been spent diving head-long into a pretend aeroplane rabbit hole. It's not the first time. It won't be the last. While doing so I completely missed catching up with some wonderful friends who had decided that sitting out on the green outside the houses with a glass of wine was a much more better idea than anything else that came to mind. They weren't wrong.

Next time, perhaps.

Ok. The Jazz playlist just jumped the shark. I wandered away for a few minutes to make a coffee - and got accosted along the way by a hungry cat - on my return some jazz trio or other was playing the slowest rendition in recorded history of Wichita Lineman armed only with a piano, a cymbal, and a brush. Enough was enough - Glen Campbell is now filling the room with songs about cowboys, rhinestones, and "star-spangled rodeos".

Glen Campbell always reminds me of my childhood. I've written before about visiting the US in the early 1980s - on the tail end of the "golden era" of country music. I guess because of that - because of the records my Uncle played, and the records my parents bought when I was little - I've always had a soft spot for it.

Perhaps it explains Shania too - and Taylor to an extent. I bought her first album years before anybody else knew who she was - tipped off by a friend in Oklahoma that I might like a tune she had heard on the radio that week.

I really should get in touch with her - the friend, not Taylor - we haven't caught up in years. No doubt her adventures will make mine seem small and insignificant - they always have - but whenever we've crossed paths over the years it's like we never stopped talking - like continuing a conversation after wandering into the kitchen to make a coffee.

Talking of old friends, I received an unexpected like on a blog post today. A smile crept across my face. It's still there now. It reminded me that outside of the self-imposed bubble I inhabit, there is a very big world that has kept turning during all the time I've been absent from it.

All it takes is to do nothing for a little while, and weeds grow. Mangrove forests. Before you know it, the avenue through the woods you used to take doesn't exist any more.

The strange thing? The woods only seem to be there in our mind. Nobody else can see the woods, the pathways, or the laughter and stories we once shared.

[jellybeanium124]

HAPPY FREEDOM DAY ASSHOLES!!! *explosion* IF UR A BRITISH CUNT *bright flashing colors* FUCK U!!!!!! *bing bang boom* WE INVENTED FREEDOM *whizz pop bang bang* I MEAN GO VOTE YA CUNTS *intro to the star spangled banner starts playing* VOTE THE FUCKERS OUT *bang bang bang whiz pow* WE LEFT UR STUPID COUNTRY BUT NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO SUFFER UNDER THE TORIES FOR THAT LONG *american flag flying in the breeze starts to take over your vision as the star spangled banner grows louder in your ears*

disclaimer: this message is only meant to be viewed by brits who I am friends with. this is entirely meant in good humor and the sillayness. I am not trying to insult anyone. do not taunt happy fun ball. do vote tho.

[markedbyindecision]

GIFFING EVERY VICTORIOUS EPISODE

S4E12 “Star-Spangled Tori”

[the-jellicle-duelist]

Victorious ‘Machete Order’

hello after watching Victorious all the way thru several times and always being let down by how there is no proper season finale, i am proposing this ordering of the episodes for Season 4 (changes in bold):

1. Wanko’s Warehouse

2. The Hambone King

3. Opposite Date

4. Three Girls and a Moose

5. Cell Block

6. Tori Fixes Beck and Jade

7. Victori-Yes (previously E13)

8. Robbie Sells Rex

9. The Bad Roommate

10. Star Spangled Tori (previously E12)

Crucially, at this moment, you absolutely NEED to head-cannon that Tori gets fired from the record company for preforming the national anthem bad. does it make sense? no not really. but IMO the whole show does not acknowledge Tori’s appearance on that award show after Robbie Sells Rex, and this to me is the only thing she could have done to do any damage to her career with them. and it’s the only way you’re gonna buy that Tori has no money in the season finale and has to give out yogurt samples

11. Brain Squeezers (previously E10)

12. The Slap Fight (previously E11)

and, introducing the new series finale:

13. One Thousand Berry Balls (previously E7)

IMO this preserves what character arcs there are, but the finale is like. the one where cat and robbie get together, beck and jade are together (however you feel about that) and the song has like mid 2010′s graduation song vibes to me. and it certainly feels like a more important and impactful episode than the one with fucking Divertisimo in it

anyways that’s it. i have not watched the episodes in this order yet to see if anything funky happens but based on the way victorious is written, i doubt it will

[taughtdefense]

it’s way too hot to be training extensively right now, which is why your dad opted to have everyone take a break for the time being. your reusable water bottle is almost empty, & you’re too lazy to drive to a nearby convience store to get a plastic water bottle. despite mr. larusso initially being on board with your mom's idea of trying shochu-geiko, she backtracked seeing that temperature only continue to increase; mr. larusso agreed that it’s way too hot & stuffy to try shochu-geiko, something that both surprised & secretly relieved you. so for now, you're currently laying next to robby underneath the tree at miyagi do, trying to resist the urge to run your hand through robby’s hair. maybe @taughtpain wouldn’t appreciate it, because it’s too hot. you’re mostly trying to conserve your energy.

your spell of tranquility is broken by the increasingly loud chatter of your friends—& some recent ex-cobra kai students turned miyagi-fang.

hawk walks into the dojo from the side gate, & jesus christ, his fucking hair. it’s like an american flag shit all over it. you actually sit up from where your back is resting on the bark of the tree, eyes wide. hawk moves further into the dojo.

yep. okay. it’s a medical fact that hallucinations are a sign of heat stroke. maybe the first sign of yours comes in the form of your best friend having his hair fashioned into an american flag—stars & all.

❝ holy shit, my love, ❞ you blurt out, nudging robby’s shoulder gently to get him to open his eyes. ❝ look. ❞ you urge, then point towards hawk.

the laughter or shocked gasps that spill from your friends’ lips makes you grin. after getting to the middle of miyagi do over by the foot bridge, hawk immediately starts batting away charlie’s hands as the brunet tries to touch his new—absolutely batshit ridiculous—star-spangled hairdo.

❝ woah, that’s certainly a statement. ❞ calla laughs lightly, a huge grin on her lips. ❝ i didn’t think you’d actually do it, eli. ❞ demetri sounds equal parts shocked & amused. ❝ fuck you guys! ❞ hawk squawks. ❝ my hair isn’t that bad. ❞ he defends himself, his hands reaching up to touch the top of his hair.

you almost roll your eyes. yes, it really is that bad. the top of his hair looks so fucking fake.

❝ sorry, but it really is, hawk. ❞ emma seems to read your mind, laughing lightly. he turns to glare at her, which makes icarus immediately narrow his eyes slightly. hawk grunts & wisely looks away. he smacks merrick’s hand away as the younger tries to pose for a selfie—in the middle of chanting USA, USA, USA like a buffoon—his phone clatters loudly right into a bonsai plant, & those two begin bickering loudly. despite the brain-melting heat, you smile, amused.

❝ i’m going to blast the national anthem every time you walk by. ❞ you call over to hawk, laughing lightly. ❝ i’m sure you’d still be able to get a refund at party city! ❞ you quip after a moment, settling back next to robby, placing your hand—the one with your engagement ring—on top of his.

hawk cuts himself off mid-squabble with the youngest brown sibling. ❝ literally fuck you, wilson! ❞ hawk huffs, turning around to glare at you, his arms crossing over his chest. ❝ wilson-keene. ❞ you & your friends chorus automatically, correcting him. you still get a little giddy from being called that—you’d only just changed your name last week. you do plan on making it legal at some point.

❝ i’ll pass. i’m definitely not interested in you like that. ❞ you deadpan. hawk’s face heats up in anger. god, sometimes he wonders how you don’t get sick of your own shit, or where on earth you managed to quip so effectively.

well, that answer is pretty obvious to you, & to your friends who are aware of you in your alternate lives. you had a good teacher on how to be so chaotic: that would be wade.

miguel & tory, who had just walked into the dojo from the other side of the double doors, are holding hands, clad in their gis. they both pause in front of the doors, staring at him with wide eyes, & miguel squeezes sam’s hand. ❝ dude, your hair. ❞ he blurts out with wide eyes. hawk spins around to glare at him. ❝ yes, i know, bro, it’s a shock. bold statement. what-fucking-ever. let’s just move on. ❞

miguel chuckles lightly, leading sam & tory over underneath the tree where you & robby are residing. as she settles underneath the shade, tory kisses robby’s cheek in greeting.

❝ i don’t know how any of us can. ❞ you respond brightly, automatically. tory laughs lightly, automatically looking over at sam to gauge her fiancée’s reaction. fed up with your shit, hawk grunts in annoyance, jambing a thumb towards to the larger, currently unoccupied sparring deck.

❝ if you make one more comment about my hair, ethan, i’m going to kick your ass. we’re going to fight. ❞ he declares. you don’t say anything immediately. you just lean forward to gently kiss robby for a few moments. you clearly want to kiss him more, but you have another matter to attend to right now. of course, you push the proverbial envelop. because you’re you.

you pull away from robby, flashing hawk your best shit-eating grin. ❝ your hair is gonna distract me so much i won’t be able to take you seriously. ❞ you warn him.

hawk huffs, taking a few menacing steps towards you. you don’t react, merely lacing your fingers with robby’s, your other tangling with sam’s unoccupied hand. ❝ that’s it. sam, tory, miguel, robby, i’m going to beat your fiancé into a pulp. ❞ he only sounds half serious. you perk up slightly, while seth & chase, who are standing with the rest of the group, exchange amused looks with one another.

❝ twenty bucks says eth’s going to absolutely destroy him. ❞ seth tosses the bet out there, already pulling out his wallet, mostly for show. it succeeds in annoying hawk a little more. chase nods in agreement, clearly thinking back to your fight with silver. ❝ i’ll take that action. ❞ he chuckles, fist-bumping his brother-figure.

you smirk, leaning over to kiss robby again sweetly, just because you can. you ignore the wolf whistles from chris & luffy, the slight laughter from dami, the cooing from cosette as you continue to kiss robby, the amused, slightly exaggerated eye roll you can sense from theo.

❝ once you two are done locking lips, ❞ hawk calls out, annoyance in his tone, ❝ let’s fucking do this, eth. ❞ you flat-out grin into the kiss with robby, not wanting to pull away until he does, even though you have a certain star-spangled best friend to fight.

[brainyxbat]

Krei: Now please rise for our national anthem, performed by a daughter of one of my security guards, Catherine Woods! 

Venus: (as the audience applauds, she comes on the stage, wearing a patriotic shirt)

Krei: (gives her the mic) Don’t forget the lyrics, kid. (leaves her alone on the stage)

[nickelodeon-closet]

Tori Vega’s patriotic t-shirt in “Star-Spangled Tori”!

Exact: Stars and Stripes Tee (Lucky Brand)

[changebydjo]

every jade west outfit: 4x12

[giflizgillies]

VICTORIOUS Star Spangled Tori

[ourimpavidheroine]

Rules: Answer 20 questions and then tag 20 people you want to get to know better

@dmdumouchel tagged me so here we go.

Nickname: Impavid, online. In my RL I don’t actually have a nickname with the exception of one given to me by my oldest, dearest friend. She’s allowed. And no, it’s private.

Zodiac: Sun in Capricorn, moon in Gemini, Libra rising. I am a mess of contradictions.

Height: 5’0″/154 cm. Phooey.

Last film I watched: Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. It’s my go to comfort film. I haven’t been feeling very well due to the radiation and I needed some comfort.

Last thing I googled: Whether or not ferrets are legal in Finland. (They are, apparently.)

Favorite musician: It’s always hard for me to pick a single favorite of most things. But I have loved Tori Amos since her first album came out and continue to love her, so we’ll go with her.

Song stuck in your head: You’ll Be Mine by The Pierces

Other blogs: Just OurImpavidFanGirl here on Tumblr. I had a LiveJournal once upon a time but not for many years.

Blogs following: 55 (that’s my limit, I can’t keep up otherwise)

Amount of sleep: I do try for 8 hours but menopause is amused by my pathetic attempts at slumber.

Lucky number: 3

What I’m wearing: Black leggings and a loose, cotton gray tank. My skin is so sensitive due to the radiation that I can barely stand to have anything covering my breasts. It’s bullshit, is what it is. Cancer is bullshit. Fuck cancer. 

Dream job: Hermit in a cottage by the sea.

Dream trip: It would include the ocean and solitude. Also really good food. That someone else is cooking. And lots of books. Tidepools. The taste of salt and sand in my shoes and my hair in frizzy curls from the wet air.

Favorite food: Granny Smith apples.

Play any instruments: The flute, although it’s been years.

Languages: English is my native tongue and I manage with Finnish. I had fairly fluent Spanish when I was younger but I have lost most of it living here in Finland. I took Italian at university but I remember very little of it.

Favorite songs: Ordinary World by Duran Duran, Regrets by Eurythmics, Too Much Information by The Police, Train in Vain by The Clash, Last Day of Our Acquaintance by Sinéad O’Connor, Take to the Sky by Tori Amos, Tuuli by Hedningarna, I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl by Nina Simone, P*Control by Prince, The Old Ways by Loreena McKennitt, The Dawntreader by Joni Mitchell, Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles

Random fact: I taught myself how to read when I was two. I hadn’t even learned the alphabet yet! Hyperlexia. My parents - who were very young when I was born - had no idea that this was unusual. They had no frame of reference! Autism, I tell you. 

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: An endless library of old, well-worn and beloved books; a northern beach during a storm; a clear night in the middle of nowhere, spangled with stars; a warm, yellow kitchen filled with the smell of baking bread; a laptop surrounded by clutter including half-drunk cups of coffee, apple cores and notes scribbled on scraps of paper; the sound of an owl calling from deep in the forest, unseen; a pair of ambient sound control headphones, music spilling out, the dark, breathless plunge, feet first, into the watery depths.

[sophs-style]

sophs-style:

Tori Kelly performed ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ to open the 2021 Kentucky Derby on Saturday (1st May 2021) at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Ky.

The singer wore two looks to the event, the first was a floral Marc Jacobs Spring 2021 ruffled maxi dress styled with a Christine A. Moore Millinery fascinator.

For day 2, the Grammy winner attended as a guest and donned a floral Stella McCartney Spring 2010 dress. A Christine A. Moore Millinery hat and matching bag completed her look.

[anxiouspandatheatrekid]

Ranking of all Victorious episodes (in my humble opinion)

Sleepover at Sikowitz

Jade Gets Crushed

Opposite Date

Tori & Jade's Playdate

Tori Fixes Beck & Jade

The Great Ping Pong Scam

Wanko's Warehouse

The Hambone King

The Breakfast Bunch

Victori-Yes

A Christmas Tori

Ice Cream for Ke$ha

Beck Falls for Tori

Freak the Freak Out

Locked Up

April Fools Blank

Survival of the Hottest

Car, Rain, and Fire

Jade Dumps Beck

Pilot

Tori the Zombie

Wok Star

The Birthweek Song

André's Horrible Girl

Beggin' on Your Knees

The Gorilla Club

Who Did It to Trina?

Tori Goes Platinum

Stage Fighting

One Thousand Berry Balls

How Trina Got In

Robarazzi

Wi-Fi in the Sky

Prom Wrecker

Cat's New Boyfriend

The Bird Scene

Helen Back Again

Tori Tortures Teacher

Tori Gets Stuck

Terror on Cupcake Street

Driving Tori Crazy

Cell Block

Blooptorious

The Diddly-Bops

Brain Squeezers

Rex Dies

The Wood

Star-Spangled Tori

The Blonde Squad

A Film by Dale Squires

The Bad Roommate

Beck's Big Break

The Worst Couple

Robbie Sells Rex

Three Girls and a Moose

The Slap Fight

Crazy Ponnie