#Shadows (Austin Mahone)

[lorenzlund]

George Barwick in: The Businessman'

junges Gemuese aus dem W.O.K. und der fruehere auch noch 'Bund Deutscher Maedel' (BDM). Die Jungschar. O.K. Wehrmacht.

'Diese junge Gans da hinten - ist direkt zum Anbeissen, finde ich. Sie sieht einfach suess aus!!' (in der Disco oder dem Tanzabend, junge Maenner unter sich)

'So, Will u meet me in some middle, ooh, Will u meet me in the Er??' 4 Weekenders (Cover-Band der 90er Jahre. Hits aus England und den USA und Deutscher Schlager. Ihre Spezialitaet waren Volksfeste u. Aufritte auf Tanzveranstaltungen wie in Diskotheken und auf dem flachen Lande zwischen Bremen und Hannover).

'Der allererste Schnitt in der Liebe fuer den Mann ist fast immer der auch tiefste, Baby, ('Ich habe ihn gemeinsam mit dir erlebt!!' *gesprochen), und wenn du willst, so fang'n wir nochmals ganz von vorne an, nur du und ich...!

For the very first cut in love and the life of a man - nearly always - is the deepest, baby, this I know for sure, so if u really want ...!' Weekenders

('The Businessman' mit George Barwick in der Hauptrolle)

'Es war sein letzter Sommer, beide liefen sie ein letztes Mal hinunter an den Strand, (*so wie bisher noch in jedem Jahr!) Sein wirklich allerletzter ...!!' *George singt im Film und begleitet sich erstmals sogar gleich selber - auf der original Hawaii-Gitarre und im passenden Strand-outfit (nackter Oberkoerper, freie Beine, Bermudashorts und auf der Nase eine extrem bunte uebergrosse Sonnenbrille! Trotz seiner bereits Mitte 50 wirkt er dennoch irgendwie dabei sehr ueberzeugend! *(Hamburger Morgenblatt, Musikkommentare)

Nach wie vor immer noch herrlich auch anzuhoeren ist weiter auch: Austin Mahones 'Shadows' (2000er Jahre). *Nur gab es damals, als auch sein Song erschien, uns als The Weekenders als Band selber schon gar nicht mehr. Wir haetten ihn bestimmt nachgespielt! Er sollte ihn deswegen auch ruhig nach so vielen Jahren erneut aufnehmem! (Sagen wir alle!! Auch die gesamte uebrige Band wuerde dem gewiss so zustimmen!*Es wird unsere Band ja sehr wahrscheinlich bald schon wieder selber so auch geben!! In dem Fall koennten wir es immer noch nachholen!)

[earthpleasures]

SIMP OF CENTURY !

Percy Jackson x fem!child of nyx!reader

Summary: Your reserved personality sparked curious thoughts in Percy's mind for years. Whenever he tried to get close to you, it backfired on him. But Hero of Olympus was never taught to give up.

Warnings: swearing, reader described as having 'night-like dark eyes'

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I haven't watched the pjo show, which means Percy's character and looks are based off the books. Louis is just a fan cast. I adore Walker, and I think he's such a good actor. So if you wish to imagine Percy as show Percy, you're free to do so! <3

dividers by: @benkeibear

"when I saw her walking down the street

she looked so fine, I just had to speak.

i asked her name but she turned away"

- mmm yeah by austin mahone, pitbull.

Everyone in the Camp Half-blood liked Percy Jackson, the most influential figure of the Second Titan War. Y/n did too, but not in the way young boy wanted. She saw him as a hero, no more of that. Which made Percy yap about her next to Annabeth's ear. Blonde could swear goddamn Seaweed Brain had no fucking dignity when it comes to Y/n. 

Being one of the children of Nyx, she was powerful. She was powerful yet in the background. He still remembered the scary ass encounter he had with her mother, Goddess of Night warning him to stay away from her daughter. 

Percy ‘impertinent’ Jackson never obeyed a word of Gods, said goddess being a primordial goddess didn't change his view of Immortals. Of course he was a little scared though, not of a goddess but of an angry and protective mother.

“To left! TO LEFT! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS FORGET ABOUT Y/N!?” Connor screamed his lungs out as Y/n ran to the red flag. Her keeping quiet for most of the game caused all other red team members to forget about the girl's presence. 

Percy took a breath as he charged towards her. His sword touched her back, threatening her to step away from the flag. “C'mon, stars. We both know how this is gonna end.” She wet her lips and sighed. “Yeah, whatever.” She stepped away from the flag. Percy was about to smirk with victory when she rushed towards the flag again. 

Without thinking a second, he threw his body over hers, preventing her from grabbing handle. “What the fuck Jackson!?” Her angry voice rang through the area as they rolled on the soil together. His legs straddled her. “Looks like we ended up on top of each other again.” He said, referring to all other games. Y/n narrowed her eyes as her lower suddenly lifted from the ground and threw the boy over her body. “Arrogant bastard.”

She ran to the flag without allowing herself to catch her breath, leaving Percy behind who's groaning with pain on his back. “Damn, girl. It hurted.” He mumbled as he stood up. Last thing he saw was Y/n smirking at him with her knuckles wrapped around the handle of the red flag. She let herself fall into the shadows of the flag tower and mix into the darkness. 

She was only child of Nyx that could shadow travel properly and was allowed use it only once during game since it would be unfair to other campers and game wouldn't really have a meaning as long as she played. And of course she kept it for this moment. 

He cursed as he heard the honk announce the victors, tearing a few pieces of grass and throwing them to air. “Well, at least we had physical contact…” He pouted, trying to console himself.

“Hey, what's up, stars? Drawing the moon again? Can I see it? Please?” He spoke quickly, afraid she would disappear into darkness as usual. Girl looked up to him from her sketchbook. Sparks of little stars illuminated her night-like dark eyes, passed to her from Nyx. 

“Don't you have better things to do, Jackson? Training new kids, doing your shit as one of the ‘Counselors’? Or better, go mourn your loss and your back.” 

Her voice was bitter as ever. Y/n didn't really have any friends in camp. It wasn't that she had distaste for others, socializing wasn't her thing at all. However she never acted rude when someone reached her for help. Only ‘friends’ she had were her siblings. Being their counselor, they had to speak to their oldest sister even if they didn't want to.

He narrowed his eyes. “That's rude. You almost broke a few of my ribs.” Y/n raised her eyebrows with eraser on her hand. She spoke while getting rid of a crocked line from the white paper. 

“Sounds like a you problem, my ribs seem to be perfectly fine.”

“And also, looking at my schedule, I have all day for you.” He smiled, green eyes reflecting the sunshine. She gave him an uninterested stare. “Good for you then?” Percy knew damn well that expression on her face. She's going to disappear again. He exclaimed her name. His fingers wrapped around her wrist before she became one with shadows. 

He shadow traveled before, he knew the feeling. But it didn't relax his senses as his reflexes screamed to kick and escape. When they arrived at their destination, it was dark everywhere. His brows furrowed unintentionally. “Where are we?” Y/n looked really troubled with his presence being next to her. “What the hell is wrong with you!? Why would you stick to my wrist like a leech!?” He smirked at her distressed state. 

“Only a leech for your attention.” He winked.

“If you keep talking like a fuckboy, you will experience my affection right on your cheek in a very violent way.”  

“Yes ma'am.” 

He put his hands to his hips as he inspected their surroundings. Giant green pine trees were surrounding them, not a sound coming from the forest besides wind hitting branches. “So, back to my previous question, where are we?”

She bit her lower lip as if she didn't wanna answer the question asked. “Uh, we're kind of… on the other side of the world?” Percy's face went completely blank. “What?” 

“We're in a country where it's night right now.” He stared at the moon shining above them, the weather was clear enough to see the stars with bare eyes. “Really? That's quite exciting, which country are we in?” She thought for a second.

“Turkey.” He couldn't help but snort. She pressed her lips together at the strange choking sound he let out. “If you're going to make that immature ass joke I am gonna leave you here and never come back.” He tried to retain his serious look after hearing her not-so-fully-threat sentence. He knew she would actually leave him here with no mercy. 

“Okay, okay. Jokes aside, this forest is the definition of peace.” She looked around them, smiling at the beautiful view while inhaling the clear oxygen. “Beautiful places are always hidden by the ugliness of metropolises.” His gaze locked on her rarely seen eased-up face. “Yeah, it's beautiful…” 

“I travel to places where it's night whenever I feel the pressure of a stressful day or when I am trying to escape your boyish remarks.” Percy put a hand on his chest and fake gasped. “How dare you call them boyish? I put my whole heart into them!” She let out a low toned giggle, keeping quiet to not to disturb the rest of the animals. 

“I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Jackson. I haven't noticed that you poured your heart into wasted attempts of flirting.” Percy sat on a fallen log, tip of his foot digging into fresh soil. “They're not wasted attempts. Nothing is wasted when I do it for you.” 

For the first in their years of banters, Y/n was taken aback. “I… appreciate your efforts Percy. But I just don't get what makes me so valuable in your eyes. I am not the strongest swordsman in camp, or the most beautiful girl around. I don't return your flirts or compliments. It's strange to see you never give up on… me.” 

Percy looked into the depths of her eyes, green eyes holding more than just interest ignited in his heart. “I don't care about how beautiful or how strong you're. I care about who you are. I care about the girl who can't help but chuckle when she sees owls flying around her, I care about the girl who helps anyone in need of her, I care about the girl who makes incredible drawings.” With languid movements, he stood up from the log he was settled on. His calloused hands gently reached to her, fingers interlocking with hers.

“I always kept my efforts on you because you never said anything about me harassing you. If I ever sensed you being uncomfortable around me to the point you can't stand my presence, I would've stopped. Hope kept me going.” Her confused expression softened as his sentences progressed. She could feel her eyes watering, tears were ready to overflow and roll down on her cheeks. 

“Percy…” His finger rubbed her palm, grayness from the pencil smearing his thumb too. “I am so sorry Y/n. For making you feel distressed in a place where you should be secure from all threats. I've never been flawless and i-” 

His eyes shoot open when soft, cold lips pressed against his. Her hands clutched on his orange t-shirt, eyes closed as she let herself get lost in sensation. Soon enough, he came to his senses too, hands flying to cup her cheeks. 

When they parted he laid her forehead against hers, she let out a chuckle. “You look so red, like my rose drawings.” He embraced her, not giving an answer to her teasing. All he needed was to feel her skin against his and inhale the scent he has been longing for years. His face buried on the crook of her neck. “Y/n?” 

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Yes?” 

“I think I am gonna faint cause my heart is beating abnormally fast.” 

“What- PERCY! OH MY GODS!” 

Her shock filled shriek echoed through the whole forest, six feet tall Percy Jackson collapsed on her. “Are you kidding me!?” She did the first thing that came into her mind, took him back to Camp Half-blood.

Percy opened his eyes, the ceiling of the cabin welcomed him. “Fuck, it was all a dream again.”

“Woah, you dream about me?” 

Young boy let out an almost girlish scream as he pulled his blanket over his chest like he tried to protect his pudicity. Y/n grimaced. “Goddammit Percy, roosters are amateurs next to you.” His ragged breath slowed down when he saw the very face that was the star of his ‘dream’. 

“You aren't dreaming, I kissed you, so-”

“WE'RE DATING NOW!?” 

And that was how all residents of Camp Half-blood learned about their relationship.

Upcoming days, Percy was like a limb of her. Eighty percent of his time was spent with her, the other twenty percent he was yapping about her to Grover and the rest of the Seven. 

Contrary to what she thought, days turned weeks, weeks turned months, months turned years. Percy kept torturing everyone around him about his girlfriend, his fiancée and his wife. 

And maybe they weren't Immortal, but through generations, Camp Half-blood remembered the lovesick couple of 21th century.

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[blackwolfstabs]

SHADOW

Billy reflects on his only daughter and how blood can look so tragic yet so beautiful in the dark light of a serial killer's love.

fandom: Scream characters: Billy Loomis, Sam Carpenter, Christina Carpenter (mentioned), Mr. Carpenter (mentioned), & Tara Carpenter (mentioned) content: AU // She's Somebody's Daughter

a/n: shoutout to my billy, who inspired me to write this AU: @alphawolfstabs - love you lots billy! thank you for always supporting and inspiring me 🩶🩶🩶 inspired by Shadow | Austin Mahone

Being the bad boy with a difficult home life was one of the most misleading things in both observing and experiencing. It was easy. It was simple. At least, this was true for those observing. It was a problem that had logical causes and predictable solutions. However, from the boy experiencing it, things weren’t that clear. It wasn’t easy or simple. It was a game. 

And if you looked closely, it was a game that the boy would come to know well. A painful, torturous game that was much easier to play on other people, especially when they don’t know who you are. It was all about questions, a quiz, one could say. Or a trivia…

Now, the questions weren’t complicated. They were actually very simple, but only when they were placed into the right hands. Only when they were asked to someone with a clear head. Emotions are a dangerous element to gamble with. They are what determines how the game will end. Those who have control over everything going on, inside and outside of themselves are very victorious. Lucky is the right word for it. But when you look through the lens of someone who’s preoccupied—whether it be by confusion, fear, anxiety, a loss of control—everything turns around. And those people do reckless things for unexplainable reasons that predict irreversible consequences.

The result? Take it from anyone who’s been burned with tragedy. It will always… always be at the cost of someone’s life. More times than not, it’s oneself. But then there are those rare cases when it’s someone else… someone you had no idea would even take any kind of blame for what you did. And you never know until it’s too late…

It was from a mirror. It was always from a mirror that Billy had the opportunity to have any sort of interaction, or connection, or bond, or whatever it was called with Sam. He never thought he’d ever have a daughter. He never thought he’d have a kid, period. Who would? He wasn’t that type. However, Christina was, and did she fall hard for him. It wasn’t a long relationship, but it escalated quickly. Ever since his mother left, Billy never thought twice about shit. Especially about shit like that. He was young, wild, and reckless. That’s all there was to it. But when he got that 2 AM phone call, and Christina was on the other line, it was the first time in years that he stopped to think for a second.

“I’m pregnant.”

They both knew he was the donor, but he was 17 and already had a plan. And it didn’t involve Christina or a daughter. So, he told her to give “it” up. Get rid of “it”. Then, he got himself killed before he found out she never did give anything away.

Now word had it that 13 years down the road, Christina began to resent their daughter, Samantha, and it was all because of him. It was controversial, of course, because honestly… How couldn’t it be?

Everything fell apart the night she found out that Billy Loomis was her father, her biological father. After 13 years of seeing Christina’s husband, her baby sister’s father, Mr. Carpenter, as her father—as her dad—it was no surprise that her world was turned upside down. It wasn’t her fault. Yet Christina would say it was, because she knew better than to go snooping where she wasn’t supposed to be. 

That was the Loomis in her. And that was what made her who she was. It was what made her a survivor.

Samantha Carpenter would always be Samantha Carpenter. There was no telling her otherwise. It was written on her birth certificate and tattooed on every memory she ever had, before and after she found out the truth.

But through all those years, and even now, Billy had been watching. That was the one thing that he would thank death for… he got to be a part of his daughter’s life. Even when she didn’t like him, even when she couldn’t stand it, even when he teased her and critiqued her and forced her to face the bloodied card she’d been dealt—the one that was stained with the blood of a killer. 

Even through everything, Sam was Billy’s daughter. She was his. And even though he was compatible with the majority opinion of him not being the type of guy…

He loved her.

He loved her a lot. No matter what his background was, Sam brought a light into the abyss of the afterlife. He never had the chance to be there for her like a father could’ve and should’ve been, but the idea always stayed in the back of his head. Because in the years before she knew about him and about herself, he was not a reflection…

He was a shadow.

He had seen her be a kid, a little girl ducking into the safety of another man that had no idea just how lucky he was to have someone like her call him “dad.” And while he’d never admit it, the reality of that hurt Billy over time.

He had watched her since the day she was born. Every time she walked into a room, he was there. Every time she turned out the light at night, he was there. Every mirror she glanced in or window she looked out of, he was there, even before her hallucinations began. 

He had to say, it was strange to watch someone that was half of him live. It was strange in a way that started to restore the emotion in him but only to an extent. He wanted to be more to her than what he was, but he didn’t know how to be. That’s why he was so hard on her when things started to go south, especially when she was brought back to Woodsboro. When she went to New York, it was the same thing, however, he could feel that they were more than just estranged in the realities of living and dead. And so, he put a name on it: Team Loomis. His words were no less than a mentor’s, but regardless of that, he wanted to be better. Truly, he did. Because in everything she did, he saw someone with a thrill for survival that left him knowing it was bred from himself. 

But he also saw everything he missed out on, everything that should’ve been him had life meant to be something else—had he meant to be someone else. 

All the times Sam had called Mr. Carpenter “dad” or “daddy”. All the times she had run to him when she was scared or reached for him when she needed help. When she’d cry, and he’d held her. When she’d fallen, and he’d picked her up. When he'd make her smile and laugh, even on her bad days. As she'd gotten older, he’d tell her he was proud of her, and he’d still kiss her goodnight like it was the first night... even after so much time. 

And then she found out the truth. And she accidentally told him straight to his face, even though she didn't know he was standing right behind her. That little girl and her daddy—that bond that had been built up on a fantasy sworn to be reality—was shattered. Just like that.

And she had watched him walk out that door that night, thinking for years-on-end afterwards that it was her fault. That she was the reason he left.

But the real reason was on the wall, a shadow that could only observe in silence like he’d done since the dawn of her time. At that moment, Billy never knew if it was too soon or too late to be there for her. He didn’t know how to comfort her. How could he? 

Only his shadow knew how he felt about her. Only his shadow went where he dreamed of her and him. 

He was only a shadow, until he wasn’t…

—

All of those thoughts hit Billy as he watched Sam lay nearly lifelessly on the cold, blood-splattered floor, her back to him and her breathing light and raspy. Her clothing was ripped and torn apart, blood smeared over her face and skin, bruises spotted her body, her hair was matted with sweat and stuck to her glistening complexion.

This was the same girl he'd watched grow up.

She didn’t deserve the burden life dealt her because of him and Christina, but she carried it anyway. She’d carry anything, if it meant keeping the ones she loved safe. What a tragedy... but also so very beautiful.

She was beautiful. She was powerful. She was dangerous. She was Billy Loomis’s daughter.

And Billy felt such a strong sense of paternal instinct, desire, and longing as he looked at her now.

That was his baby girl.

“Sam…” he said her name loud enough for her to hear, but gentle enough for her to feel comforted.

At first, Sam didn’t move, seeming too exhausted and beat to do anything else but lie so weakly on her side. But then she did. 

Billy didn’t expect her to try and get up, but she did. He wanted to go to her, but he was frozen as watched her struggle, her arms shaking violently, while she pulled herself to her knees. A hoarse grunt that was part-whimper left her lips as she forced herself to her feet. Her face lifted ever so slightly towards him and…

She looked exhausted, like seeing him was the one thing she wanted more than anything—like she had felt trapped and alone, victorious yet defeated in this burning place. She nearly stumbled as she started towards him, finding her limp in the pain that was scourging through her.

It was slow, but it was strong in comparison to the desperate need her father knew she had to just fall and not get up. But she didn’t. She dragged herself to him with everything she had, until she got close enough for him to hold his arms out, and she collapsed into them. Billy dropped with her as she fell to the ground again, holding her close and pulling her into him. He felt her shudder and grab his guarding arm, like she was afraid he was going to disappear. His fingers combed through her hair, and he felt tears touch the forearm that was held against her cheek.

She moaned in pain, digging her nails into him. 

That’s when he spoke to her. “Good job, Sam… you did so good.” He wished he could say all these things, all these words that she’d never heard from him—that she should’ve heard from him—but when he saw her bare torso convulse to have blood flood out of the gash in her side, that sealed his lips.

But she still held onto him…

Just like she had held onto Mr. Carpenter for years.

“It’s over…” Billy whispered, then bowed to place a tender kiss on her head. “Just rest now…”

When the paramedics rushed in, Samantha Carpenter was alone.

But Billy Loomis’s shadow never left.

[idlerin]

NONSENSE PLAYLIST

series masterlist | spotify link

a/n — this isn’t in order story-wise, but this is genuinely what i listen to whenever i want to be in the mood to write nonsense! i just add songs when i feel like it, most mean something to the story, some don’t, so u guys should just guess since it would be a spoiler if i said which is which. and these songs aren’t just like one-sided feels of our mc sooo <3

okay, here you go !

1. nonsense - sabrina carpenter

2. everytime - ariana grande

3. vintage - niki

4. celebrity - iu

5. the very first night - taylor swift

6. maroon - taylor swift

7. about you - the 1975

8. call it what you want - taylor swift

9. ikaw lamang - silent sanctuary

10. kundiman - silent sanctuary

11. hits different - taylor swift

12. i think he knows - taylor swift

13. double take - dhruv

14. wish you were sober - conan gray

15. umaasa - calein

16. omg - newjeans

17. the 1 - taylor swift

18. paris - taylor swift

19. make you mine - public

20. unang sayaw - nobita

21. hype boy - newjeans

22. miss u miss me - just stef

23. plastic flowers - idlework.

24. isa lang - arthur nery

25. fool - frankie cosmos

26. found you - austin mahone

27. the archer - taylor swift

28. mess it up - gracie abrams

29. out of the woods - taylor swift

30. afterglow - taylor swift

31. apollo - faith zapata

32. airplane thoughts - dhruv

33. lovin’ me - fifty fifty

34. muli - ace banzuelo

35. limbo - keshi

36. car’s outside - james arthur

37. estranghero - cup of joe

38. the way i spoke - beabadoobee

39. i don’t want to watch the world end with someone else - clinton kane

40. anymore - jeon somi

41. i guess i’m in love - clinton kane

42. i wish you would - taylor swift

43. shadow - seventeen

44. disconnected - 5 seconds of summer

45. kursunada - adie

46. huwag muna tayong umuwi - bini

47. tingin - cup of joe

48. ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin ko - cup of joe

49. old love - yuji, putri dahlia

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

[lizjhoselyn]

Por qué amarte duele???..

Me pregunto si esto es amor o una simple ilusión,tal vez esta vez sea un amor no correspondido pero solo te diré que te amo con todo mi corazón,cada vez que voy a la preparatoria lo primero que se me biene a la mente eres tú 🍃..dime si esto es amor.... ,solo quiero ser la chica a la que amas con todo tu corazón,no quiero terminar lastimada...te amo

[pink-p0ny-club]

Should I go or wait,

Is it too soon, too late?

Only my shadow knows

[aureliacamargo]

I’d be so good to you - Songs for Jon Snow & Sansa Stark

01. Marianas Trench - Good To You (Feat. Kate Voegele), 02. Gabrielle Aplin - Home, 03. Ella Mae Bowen - Holding out for a Hero, 04. Banks - Under the Table, 05. Diego Luna & Gustavo Santaolalla - I Love You Too Much, 06. La Mar - Still Wild, 07. Josh Groban - In Her Eyes, 08. Gavin DeGraw - Soldier, 09. Austin Mahone - Shadow, 10. The Frames - Say It To Me Now

( L I S T E N )

[lost-in-fictionn]

When you get this, post 5 songs 🎵 you actually listen to. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite people on here. ✨

Hi Ella! Thank you for the ask 💙

Hozier - Take me to church

Austin mahone - shadow

Børns - past lives

Enrique Iglesias - heart attack

Harry styles - sign of the times

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

PR///Theory

I know I don't like talking about PRs on my blog but there is an idea that is going through my head, or rather a kind of theory that I have not stopped thinking with all this fucking circus lurking. My theory is basically the PR contract trap. I have the belief that since an artist agrees to do a PR and sign the contract for the first time, they are doomed to keep doing the same shit if the team suggests it. The reason? Because they agreed to do the first one.

And in the Zach Sang interview in 2018 they mentioned to him about CC1 and that the music was for Austin Mahone. Camila mentioned that it was not for him, that it was for an older relationship than that PR and in fact she mentions that due to Mahone, she no longer wants to do the public thing, that is, PRBS.

The most ironic thing (because of the circus that Camila is riding with the diva) is that Zach mentions to Camila that being in Miami she can have a more private life.

Thing that now with the circus parked in Miami that privacy for Camila is over. For this reason, I believe in this theory of the PR trap. When an artist signs her first PR, she can no longer choose not to do another one anymore because we know that after this interview another one came where she mentioned the fraud and deceit artist EwMatt. And then she jumped on the diva’s circus.

And with this theory it could even be explained why Camila accepted the circus at her house. Why did she cross that line that in the CC1 era was so private to her and she has had to carry a fucking shadow over her ass. My answer, she had no choice. She signed that fucking contract and in doing so, she put the rope around her neck. She sacrificed what was most sacred in her life, her city, her home. Her fucking family. For a fucking circus. She accepted that sacrifice, not because she wanted it, but because of that trap that bastards have set for her the first time she agreed to do a circus. If you go into this, you will never go out again. You are trapped. We win.

Fuck you, bastards. Fuck you.

I miss this Camila from 2017/2018 CC1 era so much....

[packsbelieve-blog]

Austin Mahone

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[lorenzlund]

'Erste Schnitt - in der Liebe und dem Leben eines Mannes - ist zeitgleich immer auch sein tiefster, Maedchen ich weiss, ...!'

Bob Dylan together here with Joan Baez.

*(Neben den gewohnten auch immer sehr erfahrenen Aerzten und Sanitaetern, die man mir dann fast immer sehr schnell noch genauso schickt, (Die aber bereits wieder allesant gegangen sind!), ist gegenwaertig ansonsten nur Karim gerade auf dem Zimmer mit mir auch, als Besucher, ansonsten bin ich allein, wie ich hier allen versichere! (Die hier mit abgelichtete Dame jedenfalls ist es selber nicht!)

Der selbst erneute (farbige) US-Rapper auf dem Bildschirm meines Hotelfernsehers- mit seiner auch eigenen textlichen Botschaft fuer uns : 'Weg, sage ich, mit dem erneuten Hintern von Maennern!!' singt auch er uns dann erneut vor.

'Der 'R ist fuer immer ab! Weg mit ihm! Mit auch euren Hintern!!'

zu viel Ar***Mut haben oder ihn selber auch besitzen! (Wie wird man werden wir arm oder: Wie werden erstmals sogar wir vom frueher noch so Wohlhabenden und womoeglich sogar reichem Mann zum extrem Armen von anderen ploetzlich vielleicht noch genauso gemacht, quasi ueber Nacht, durch was genau geschieht das immer, was ist der jeweiliger Ausloeser dafuer??)

'Als Politiker meiner Partei will ich dabei mithelfen den Ar***Mut zu vielen wirksam in auch unserem Land zu bekaempfen, dass er auch wieder abnimmt!!'

Gekuerzte Dinge (sehr wesentliche), Dinger, the male thing, 'gekuerztes'. 'Hey, Kurzer!!'

Rache kann suess sein! Sie kann auch so aussehen! ('Deutsche dienten laengst schon als Neu-Offiziere selbst beim auch heutigen Universum und dem Weltraum, seinen auch eigenen Allierten, die es selber auch besaesse, so schrieb ich.)

Deutsche Ingenieurskunst schlicht und gerade auch seine immer ganz herausragende Technik!!! Wie beim Neuwagenbau! Haben das so erst alles so bewirkt!

'For only the Shadows really know!!' (... When the time is ... for to stay or go!')

*der (wesentlich beruehmtere) Austin Mahone.

Auf mich wirkten diese erst ganz neu auch von ihm veroeffentlichen Fotos, als koenne er womoeglich gerade selber erst auch einen groesseren privaten Verlust erlitten haben! Sogar als aus den Usa kommender Saenger!

[reveyong]

I was tagged by @angelhyu9k to put my entire library on shuffle and list the first ten songs to play <3

steppin - tvxq

lovin so hard - becky g

january - beenzino

counting stars - onerepublic

shadow (acoustic) - austin mahone

thought it was a drought - future

wattup - dok2

new flame - chris brown

color me - weki meki

ciudad magica - tan bionica

I'm tagging: @dong-sichengie @pinktea99 @yutaurl @empathyuck

[katyliz415]

it’s janelle monáe’s vagina and we’re all just living in it | my favorite songs from this trash year 

full tracklist under cut

i miss those days / bleachers // finesse (remix) / bruno mars & cardi b // all night / big boi // heaven i know / gordi // autoclave / the mountain goats // paradise / george ezra // new year's eve / pale waves // the truth is a cave / the oh hellos // drummer boy / misterwives // love on the brain / cold war kids & bishop briggs // look / leikeli47 // all the stars / kendrick lamar & sza // make me feel / janelle monáe // m'baamba (kenyan song) / angelique kidjo // my my my! (acoustic) / troye sivan // jumpstarted / jukebox the ghost // toxic / mark ronson & ol' dirty bastard // esclavo de sus besos / david bisbal // without you / ocie elliott // half of you / dessa // traveler in the wonderland / susumu yokota // tomorrow / miner // high horse / kacey musgraves // pynk / janelle monáe & grimes // what a bam bam / amara la negra // nothing compares 2 u / prince // looking for knives / dyan // fuck men / ms. white // too many colors / twin shadow // sky full of song / florence + the machine // good kisser / lake street dive // fly away / yola // silver springs / fleetwood mac // i like it / cardi b, bad bunny, & j. balvin // flat champagne / dan caplen & ray blk // wanna be / betty who // shine you no more / rune tonsgaard sorensen // no hard feelings / the avett brothers // wedding daze / daniel wilson // my heart's grave / faouzia // remember me / miguel & natalia lafourcade // fallingwater / maggie rogers // mothing matters when we're dancing / the magnetic fields // one night romance / g. love & special sauce // say hi / codeko & austin mahone // once in a lifetime / angelique kidjo // fitness / lizzo // hold out your hand / brandi carlile // dagombas en tamale / residente // light of a clear blue morning / the wailin' jennys // bobby reid / lucette // body heat / kate nash // on the low / tove styrke // love will never do (without you) / janet jackson // losing you / solange // without you / leslie odom jr. // goodbye road / johnnyswim, drew holcomb, & penny and sparrow // miles from nowhere / cat stevens // cornbread and butterbeans / carolina chocolate drops // pilot with a fear of heights / felicity // 5 dollars / christine and the queens // god is a woman / ariana grande // i like me better / lauv // moonglow / artie shaw // all the way home / bokanté & jules buckley // keep the devil off / big k.r.i.t. // give a little (mokita & goldhouse remix) / maggie rogers // rufio / utkarsh ambudkar, lin-manuel miranda, & dante basco // bitter water / the oh hellos // wriggle / cosmo sheldrake // high five / sigrid // first try / johnnyswim // if we were vampires / jason isbell and the 400 unit // party for one / carly rae jepsen // goodness gracious / ellie goulding // girls to the front / sizzy rocket

[bitchscavenger]

You’re the most handsome boy I’ve ever met. Deep dark brown eyes. Heavy, thick, rasp voice. Long, lean, broad body. Messy black hair. Cocky smirk. Sharp jawline with five o'clock shadow.

Unromatic guy like you, probably what I can get. Not the popular, adored, smart, handsome, perfect young success business man. You’re around.

“back away. I’m too special, too unique, too rare. You don’t deserve me.” that’s what I said to you. The truth I want to say is, you’re like a dream come true, but I never dream of it because you’re too far away and getting further every time I’m getting close. I’d like to keep that dream, not live in it and left a big broken heart that unfixable.

[thruupsndowns]

kinda feeling empty and lost, like i know what to do but didn’t have any effort to make it work.

the shadow of people walking just making me miserable and feeling more lonely.

i know i had mine too and i also have life, but why does theirs seem look so good and better?

i also know this all happened because i am being selfish and didn’t feeling grateful enough.

Dear stupid me, why did you let yourself to feeling this way? It’s you to decide, then why did you choose to be sad?

[korea-polnocna]

Polecam Ci Jula zostań lub nieistnienie A z zagranicznych Austin Mahone shadow , all I ever need Zara Larsson funeral

Pamietam jak byłam gimbusem, nawet przed byciem gimbusem właśnie i jak słuchałam tłoku i jula- nadal kocham ..:)))))Mam taka depresje, ze aż chyba do nich wrócę heeeDziękuje!! Spij dobrze!