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cosettepontmercys · 3 months
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“In light of everything that’s happened in the past three months alone, here’s some incredibly valid reasons to be pissed off at Taylor Swift, or simply not like her — as someone who loved her, and loved her music. First and foremost, Taylor Swift is personally burning a hole through the ozone with the amount of CO2 she uses. That’s not even the main point of this video; but this is a graph from 2022 of how much CO2 she produced of her 170 private jet flights, versus the average person. She has spent 70 grand on jet fuel alone. Taylor Swift, alone has used 170 tons of CO2 in the past 3 months. The average person only burns like, 16 tons. That’s not even the main part of this video. The main point of the video is the fact that she has not spoken up about Palestine. And the reason that is so fundamentally frustrating is that Taylor Swift has influence. Quote Brittany Broski, when she also didn’t speak up about Palestine — “if you have a platform, and you have people listening, you have to use it.” It’s criminal to not use it, and Taylor Swift uses it. This is from September 2023. Record-breaking registration numbers from one Instagram post. Literally stating, saying “I’ve been so lucky to see so many of you guys at my US shows recently. I’ve heard you raise your voices, and I know how powerful they are. Make sure you’re ready to use them in our elections this year!” They had a 72(%) increase in 18-year-old registrations. When it comes to Palestine, she’s completely silent. And now that it’s somewhat more socially acceptable to attend Pro-Palestine events, she’s been quietly going with Selena Gomez, but I for one, think that your Instagram is perhaps the best asset you have. If not, money. And I’m sure in a couple months, we’ll learn about how Taylor Swift was quietly setting up foundations for pro-Palestine, and that she was always for the cause and she’s always supported them, but all it takes is one fucking Instagram post. Especially when Israel Palestine is fundamentally a war of narratives. It’s whose story do you believe, despite the mounting evidence that proves that Israel has continuously been doing ethnic cleansing and genocide. They are still maintaining this narrative that they are not doing that. And all Taylor Swift has to do is say “hey, 22 thousand deaths in 3 months? The most in any modern war? This doesn’t seem right.” I don’t even want her to be that leftist or radical, but literally just to ask the question to her largely American audience, when US has bypassed Congress twice to sell millions in arms aid to Israel.  Just for her to be like “Should that many kids be dying, perhaps?” The bar is on the floor, but she still refuses to do it. And the reason why Taylor Swift in particular, not because of the influence that she has and not because of the platform that she has, but why her in particular, is because the IDF continues to use her songs. I know it was a public trend, but the fact that so many occupation forces felt comfortable and confident  to make like, dance edits to Taylor Swift’s music. I think it’s so important how an artist’s music is used because when the republicans wanted to use Eminem’s 8 mile track, he was like “absolutely fucking not, I do not give you consent to do that, and I do not associate with your politics. Don’t do that.” I feel like she should know that her music is being used as the anthem of the occupation forces as they go and bomb civilians. Her, and other artists like her, like Beyonce, who showed her film in Israel, and they’re all like dancing and singing, and saying “you’re not going to break my soul”, whilst they continue to bomb the shit out of civilians have said nothing. And I hope, as I’ve demonstrated in the video, for the people who are going to be like “What’s Taylor swift going to do? She’s not a politician.” Be serious. Be serious. She has a fucking chokehold on at least a billion people. She could’ve said and done way more than what she’s done, and also the CO2 levels." (from: this tiktok*)
* i tried to transcribe the tiktok since tiktok wasn't showing the captions for me but if i misheard anything please let me know!
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umbrvx · 19 days
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[ @orvwomenweek ] free day (anna croft + love) || day 7
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people don't talk enough about percy and silena's friendship enough
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“how can you ship character A & character B, and also ship character A & character C?”
well, you see, the thing about that is, they’re fictional, and i don’t care
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sissygirlariana · 11 months
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alagaesia-headcanons · 4 months
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I've Had A Thought. I was thinking about the scene where Eragon is reminiscing over Brom's message to him as his father, and how Eragon is confounded and troubled that he in no way mentioned Murtagh. I found it a little sad that, for whatever reason, Brom decided Murtagh didn't bear mentioning. Then it crossed my mind to consider the possibility that Brom didn't know about Murtagh at all.
As it turns out, Eragon actually does think about it in that scene- he says, "He must have known about Murtagh. He couldn't not have." And admittedly I don't think this is the most likely scenario or that it's now my personal interpretation of canon, but the idea really has captivated me. Because it actually does fit within the facts! (the new book notwithstanding)
Brom was a gardener at Morzan's estate for three years, and while it's probably more likely that he learned about Murtagh in that time, I think it's certainly feasible for him to never know. Morzan was very determined to keep him hidden and took a lot of precautions to ensure just that. Oromis said Morzan forced all his servants to swear fealty and Brom found a flaw in his wards to infiltrate, and possibly he was able to do so because a job as a gardener didn't require such strict oaths because it wasn't in proximity to Murtagh.
Again, it may not be the most likely, but I can absolutely believe Selena might not have told him either. She also would have been aware of the serious danger Murtagh was in and would've wanted him to stay hidden. Even after Brom told her who he was and she started working with the Varden, she might have kept it secret. For one, Brom's hatred of Morzan is described as extreme and all consuming, and that it never waned with time. Even if she came to believe that Brom wouldn't harm Murtagh, she might not have trusted he could look at him kindly. And of course, telling him about her child with Morzan also risked damaging their relationship considering that they were lovers. Then there's the possibility that Selena did build all this necessary trust to tell Brom about Murtagh if he wasn't aware of him already, but it was too late for her to discuss it with him before she died. So I think it is conceivable that Brom actually never knew about Murtagh's existence.
Where this concept really shines is in an AU where Brom survives after Murtagh saves them from the Ra'zac. I've always liked these, and I sometimes toy with my own, but there's so many ways Brom could react and I've never been able to settle on one well enough to get invested in it. But I find this SUCH a fascinating take on it (especially if you wave off the detail that Murtagh's voice sounds ~exactly like~ Morzan's, which I tend to do). Brom recovers and meets their rescuer, and he has no idea he's looking at Morzan and Selena's son. Murtagh seems terribly familiar, but Brom has been relentlessly haunted by his past for so long now that he doesn't put much stock in the perceived similarities. Meanwhile, Murtagh realizes that Brom truly does not know that he's the son of the man he murdered, a precarious but welcome relief. Because he doesn't know- up until Murtagh's confession in the valley.
Brom is stunned by disbelief. It can't be true, Morzan had no children, because surely he would know, surely-! But another thought dawns on him, drowning out the memories of Morzan, because who could have been the mother of his child other than his wife: Selena? And Murtagh is looking at him with fear, fear that he'll turn on him because he shares the blood of the man Brom hated most. It's heart wrenching, because even as part of his mind tells him that maybe he should scorn him, Brom is looking at this man who single handedly saved him from the brink of death and saved Eragon and Saphira from far worse at the hands of Galbatorix, and who has given them extraordinary devotion ever since.
In his core, he accepts the truth of Murtagh's claim as he explains his past and recounts the story of his parents exactly how Brom knows it to be. The paradigm shift sends him reeling. Murtagh believes Brom is affected only because of his past with Morzan; he has no way of knowing what he felt for Selena. He still glances at him nervously, especially as he admits that he briefly intended to serve Galbatorix, yet then there's also a spark of trust and gratitude- maybe even hope- in his eyes when Brom doesn't rescind the way he vouched for him when they were stopped inside the gates. How could he? Murtagh has accomplished one thing neither Morzan nor Selena ever did: escape.
Despite everything, his aching heart feels something fiercely like pride. He would not dare ruin that for him.
Then to further prove the truth, like the world is laughing at his years of ignorance, Ajihad recognizes him, because after Murtagh was brought to Uru'baen, the Varden's spies informed him of Morzan's son. But of course, that was after Brom cut himself off and started living in Carvahall, so he never learned of that discovery. "Morzan's son" is said over and over, but in Brom's mind, that idea is far eclipsed by Selena's son. He's hurt and ashamed to realize he never knew something so significant about the woman he loved. And he feels guilty that Murtagh struggled for so long in Uru'baen because no one was there to save him when he was left helplessly alone. Brom must have been so close to him when he arrived right after Selena's death, but he just didn't know.
Brom is utterly at a loss. How can he process Murtagh- the child of Selena and Morzan, Eragon's half brother, and in a certain sense, his own stepson? What can he do now? He was already so terrified of telling Eragon the truth of being his father, and now he has another staggering revelation to inflict on Eragon and Murtagh both. The prospect feels terrifyingly impossible, but keeping his secrets has grown even more painful. Watching how easily and how well Eragon and Murtagh get along is now bitterly ironic. Even without knowing it, Murtagh is a great older brother, waiting vigilantly near his side after the battle. The injury Durza inflicted scared Brom in a way he can't put into words; he simply could not bear to lose Eragon. How could he risk that happening without telling Eragon how much he loves him and values him as his son? But telling him truth could be the quickest way to lose him. And now, with Murtagh, he has more to lose than he ever realized.
-And because Murtagh deserves it, I like all these changes resulting in the Twins never getting the chance to kidnap him, and so Brom has to figure out how to make the three of them into a family <3
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alcottts · 7 months
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happy 10 year anniversary to one of the funniest award show nights on this site (the 2013 vmas)… you just had to be there!
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evansbby · 5 months
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haven’t i always said that selena gomez always plays the victim??? ALWAYS???
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leoruby-draws · 8 months
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Feel bad for not posting art, so have a random Starfire! I don't know why I'm not posting more of my art, just tired I guess.
Starfire's outfit here was inspired by Selena Perez, famous for how fashionable she was. I'll show the actual outfit here:
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Selena was truly a fashion icon in her day, I figured Starfire would look amazing in her outfits. Anyways, hope you like it!
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youtubeyourself · 6 months
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Don't forget that there was a point in time where everyone took photos because they wanted to capture the moment and interact with people. Barley anyone promoted a faux image or played "influencer". There was no Instagram filter that made your nose smaller, Tiktok filter that bleached your skin or faceapp to edit your waist, just makeup, wigs, camera angles and whatever harsh vignette filter available in app. Photos were fun and not anxiety inducing, not a job or chore, just something fun for the moment and something to cringe looking back at. Social media is not real life and literally no one cares, just smile. 📸
Xoxo - Youtubeyourself
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evermoredeluxe · 3 months
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Taylor, Selena Gomez and Keleigh Teller at the 2024 Golden Globes (x)
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bubblotl · 8 months
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hello hi i’m back. they’re back. we’re all back. wahoo. here is some very soft self indulgent nonsense 👍
contains: stuffing, burping, belly rubs, and cuddling :) enjoy
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it’s unusually cold for a day this early in fall. a chilled wind rattles the still-green leaves that frame the overcast sky outside selena and ashley’s window. dreary, some would say.
but selena’s never been one to let a bit of colder weather get her down. in fact, as she watches the clouds darken, her only thought is that it’s the perfect day for some warm, hearty soup.
and so soup she shall make. well—moreso stew, given that the recipe she has in mind is more cream than broth. ashley always corrects her on the distinction.
it hasn’t been that long since breakfast, but an early-ish lunch never hurt anybody. selena heaves their largest pot out of the cupboard, sets up her cooking playlist, and gets to work.
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ashley ends her run a little earlier than usual, choosing instead to head home and warm up a little before she dives headfirst into her latest project. as soon as she opens the door, she’s hit with the smell of selena’s cooking. or perhaps heaven itself? hard to tell, sometimes.
“what are you making? it smells great in here.”
“potato leek soup!” selena responds cheerfully. “or stew? you’re the expert. whichever it is, it’s done.”
god she’s cute. ashley comes up and hugs selena from behind, resting her (only slightly sweaty) forehead on her shoulder. “recipe says soup. i disagree, but whatever.” she gets a laugh in response.
ashley’s hands wander up from selena’s waist to cup her soft tummy. which, now that she’s noticed, is already slightly rounded, filling out her waistband a little more perfectly than usual. ashley’s curious prodding dislodges a small and airy burp, which selena stifles behind a raised hand.
“mrrp—oh, excuse me!”
“gesundheit,” ashley says, smirking. “taste testing?”
“maybe so. it’s quite good, if you were wondering.”
“obviously. you made it. now go sit down, i’ll get bowls for both of us.”
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the soup is heavy, rich, warm, and exactly what the weather called for. they’re both finishing their second helpings by the time ashley’s alarm starts ringing.
“ach.” she pulls her phone out of her pocket and silenced it. “oh shit, i forgot i had that call today.”
“hence the alarm,” selena muses after swallowing another mouthful of soup.
“hence the alarm,” ashley sighs. “sorry, i’ll be right back. and don’t you dare start washing dishes while i’m gone, i’m calling dibs today.”
selena smiles. “alright, love. i’ll honor the dibs. now go, you’re going to be late.”
she watches fondly as ashley scrambles to their bedroom, shutting the door just as her phone starts to ring.
it should only take a few minutes. selena scoops up the last of the soup in her bowl and relishes the way it warms her up from the inside out.
only upon finishing her bowl and leaning back does selena notice how full she is. she’d already eaten the equivalent of half a bowl of soup as she cooked, and now she’s eaten two full bowls of the rich soup on top of that. her belly is just about noticeable beneath her loose sweater when she straightens out, with the highest swell of it just barely changing the drape of the fabric. she feels great, really, all warm and sleepy and heavy…
…but, like, she could have another bowl of soup.
potato leek soup always tastes best on the first day, and anyway, who’s to say the weather will be this perfect for soup tomorrow?
selena cups her tummy in her palms, weighing out the potential consequences of excessive soup indulgence. then she glances at the soup, which is still faintly steaming in the pot, then at her bowl, which is empty, cold, and destitute.
…she reaches for the ladle.
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“—yep. got it. bye, thanks.” sighing with relief, ashley finally ends the call. it took longer than she was expecting. ah well.
opening the door, she calls, “selena? you’d better not be washing dishes.”
“ha, nope, don’t worry. i don’t think i could if i wanted to.”
as soon as she rounds the corner, ashley sees what she means. selena is sprawled out in her chair, cradling her belly in both hands, which is evidently well past full. it’s more than visible under her sweater, bulging out to rest on her thighs. she greets ashley with a sheepish smile.
“oh my god.” ashley starts laughing. “‘lena, are you feeling okay?”
“mmmmmm… yep. just full.” she shifts to be sitting more upright, muffling the resulting burp behind closed lips. “rrrp. i feel like a soup dumpling.”
ashley smiles fondly. “i’ll bet.” she leans over to give her dazed girlfriend a kiss on the head. “c’mon, let’s get you somewhere comfier.”
selena takes ashley’s offered hand and pulls herself to her feet, pausing once she’s upright with a hand on her belly.
“hey, you okay?”
selena nods, opens her mouth as if to answer, and immediately releases a deep burp.
“hrrrRRRRRrraaaaaup… oh goodness, excuse me- hic!” she slaps her hand over her mouth in surprise.
ashley just laughs. “you don’t need to excuse yourself, it’s just me. ‘sides, there’s gonna be more where that came from.”
“probably,” selena concedes, cupping her hands under the swell of her belly.
standing poses new challenges for her. she’s so full that her center of balance is thrown slightly off, making her lean back and puff her already bulging belly out in front of her. she can feel her tummy rumbling and shifting around bubbles of trapped air—she wasn’t exactly eating slowly—but ashley’s steadying hand on her waist keeps her moving.
selena sits down on the bed, clutching her swollen belly in her hands as the bed bounces under her . “oof… uurrrrrRRRAP. mmf.”
“bless you. is this better?” ashley asks, sitting down next to her. she rests a gentle hand on selena’s back.
“yes, thank you.” selena runs her hands over the bulge in her sweater. “rrp. ooh, i’m so full.”
“no kidding, there’s like half a pot of soup in there!” ashley pats selena‘s rounded belly for emphasis. “you look like you swallowed a balloon, babe.”
“feels like it too.” another burp crawls up her throat. “hrrp. mmf. no, a water balloon.”
ashley gives her tummy another pat in sympathy. “here, lean back.” as selena does so, ashley rubs her palms together to warm them up, then slides her hands up under selena’s sweater.
without the thick yarn in the way, ashley can feel the warmth radiating off selena’s bloated belly. it grows with every inhale, filling out into the curve of her hands, and just barely recedes on the exhale. as she rubs her thumbs gently over her girlfriend’s soft skin, she can hear selena’s breath hitch in pleasure.
“please keep doing that forever,” selena breathes. her soft plea turns into a quiet burp at the end, rumbling out of her as she lets her eyes slip closed.
“how about i do you one better?” taking care not to jostle selena’s belly too much, ashley scoots over until she’s leaning against their pillows. once there, she pulls selena against her chest, one hand on her back and the other on her belly.
the change in position and gentle pressure on her bloated belly coaxes another drawn-out burp out of selena. she melts into ashley as it ends. “hhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp… ohhh. you’re the best.”
“love you too.” she pats selena’s back, smiling as another bubbly burp pops in her throat. the hand on her belly ventures down to feel out the heavy curve at the bottom of her belly where the soup settled.
as she does so, selena’s tummy gives an urgent rumble. she makes a small noise in response, and instinctively arches her back, pushing the dome of her stomach into ashley. “nngh. ow—HHURRRAAAAAAP! urp.” she shoots up, an embarrassed blush spreading across her face in an instant. “oh my g-URP! i’m so sorry. excuse me.”
ashley snorts, then dissolves into laughter. “i do grosser things in front of you literally all the time. i don’t care. do you feel better, at least?”
selena lets herself fall back down, burying her face in ashley’s neck until all that can be seen is her pink-tinted ear. “a little.”
“hm. we can do better than that.” ashley tightens her hold on selena’s back, pulling her closer, and begins a gentle massage on her swollen stomach. it’s a bit difficult, as the full swell of it fills the space between them, pressing into ashley’s own belly, but she does her best.
a few moments of silence pass before selena’s stomach gurgles again, and she squirms uncomfortably. “oof. oh, it’s stuck.”
“i’ve got you.” ashley presses a little harder into the rounded side of her girlfriend’s belly, patting her back with her other hand. she can’t remember a time when selena’s been this stuffed before, filled to bursting with warm soup. she likes it just as much as she likes every other form her girlfriend takes—she likes the heaviness of her full belly pressing into her, she likes the new curves at her waist, she likes the having her hands on either side of her, feeling out the size of her satiated stomach, the evidence of selena’s indulgence. the only thing she doesn’t like is seeing her girlfriend uncomfortable.
which, in this case, is something she can very easily help with. as selena curls into her, she keeps a helpful hand on her stomach. ashley feels something shift under her palm, then feels selena’s belly hitch, and then,
“hrp. oh- URP! hrrrrrraaaAAAAAURP. mmmm… hrrrp, oh, so much better, excuse me.”
“salud.” ashley kisses her on the head again. “have i ever told you that you’re absurdly pretty?”
selena huffs a laugh. “even now?”
“mhm.” ashley pats her belly, bringing up a tiny afterburp. “especially now.”
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sieglinde-freud · 3 months
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cannot ever go back to vanilla fates because what do you mean these interactions were not in the real game… why would you do that to me… im thriving right now though actually no one touch me these guys are all so family
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chryblossomjjk · 4 months
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sissygirlariana · 10 months
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