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How to improve x factor
I’m watching x factor right now and it is awful. They push people through just for the fun of watching as they make fools of themselves on TV. How can somebody be so mean? Enjoying people becoming a laughing-stock publicly whithout them even realising it (fake or not, I know that people on these shows get instructions upon how to act, but many people don’t)
SO I HAD AN IDEA
Why don’t they make a show where children of different ages are the judges? At least for the auditions, you know? Children are honest, they would not give sb a ‘yes’ just because they sing so awful that it amuses them. They would only let the contestants pass if they like their singing, if it touches them. Of course they don’t have a 'professional’ view on things but i guess that’s exactly what would make it so special. In later stages of the show you would probably need adult judges to coach the contestants and stuff. But the children would safe so many people from public humiliation!
Eurovision is just the X Factor but bigger
I’ve been doing what you want // But I won’t be your yes girl // No, not anymore
Awesome song by Bea Miller. These lyrics are so honest, and you can feel her raw emotion in every word she sings. She is fed up, and she is done, and she is speaking her mind. She will not be tied down any longer. These lyrics are an anthem of mine, especially during the Women’s March movements. We will not be silenced. We will not be contained by anyone, man or woman. We will not be yes girls.
How can I live in the moment // When my thoughts never feel like my own? // Don't know how to admit that I'm broken // How can I be alright?
Definitely my favorite song off Bea's new EP Chapter One: Blue. The beauty of this song is in its simplicity. Her voice is a lot more vulnerable in this song, and less stylized than the other songs on her ep. The simple piano accompaniment brings the lyrics to the forefront in a beautiful way, and showcases the notes that she fits beautifully. These lyrics are so raw and honest, and I love the emotion she gives when she delivers them.
I don’t know why I stick around to watch you burn our bridges down // I can’t help it that I need you
Love this song by Bea Miller. These lyrics have so much emotion behind them, and the video perfectly encapsulates all the rage and pent up heartache she’s singing about.
Something’s gotta change // But I know that it wont // No reason to stay is a good reason to go
Love this new song from Camila Cabello! The music is pretty simple, which helps to highlight her vocals and the lyrics perfectly. if I’m being quite honest, I needed this song right now. Her voice is beautiful, and you can hear her emotions with every note.
Not sure how old exactly or when Exodus was born so Happy 30 years-of-appearances month!!
"He's a dead bird, they always come back, right?"
Dang, they really don't give a fuck
If I had a quarter for every time a Summers brother ran away from Madelyne Pryor to join X-Factor...well, I'd have two quarters.
Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.
XoftPower#9 X-FactorTM
Kyle: It’s funny, because technically mutants had “X-Factor” first, but I guess the x-men were too busy with the civil rights thing to focus on IP rights. And no-one can fight Simon’s legal team.
Shatterstar: *draws swords*
Kyle: *considers it*
Orange Peels
a One Direction OT5/Zianourry oneshot
Summary: They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.
The five of them, untouchable.
there’s not enough OT5/Zianourry fics so i wrote one instead of studying for my positive psych exam.
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That we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly when they became one instead of five. The transition between strangers to friends to lovers were so blurred that he supposed they just faded into it. It was familiar, like something they’ve done so many times before.
Niall can remember the first time they had properly met, back in the X Factor competition. It was almost tangible - all the hopes and dreams and passion from each and every contestant waiting for their turn backstage - and Niall could feel his own dreams thrumming in his chest and surging through his veins like he was made of fantasy.
He listened attentively to the contestants, hearing the way they poured their all into the songs they sang as if that was all they ever were and he started biting his nails. And when he got through, his heart soared higher than any bird or plane, completely blinded by the stage lights. For a little while, he thought ‘it can't possibly get any better than this.’
But he was wrong and he couldn’t have been happier about it. When the five were told yes at the judge’s house, Niall felt as if he were flying, head up high in the clouds and his feet nowhere close to the ground. Like all he had to do was stretch his arms and his fingertips will scrape against the surface of a star but this time there were four other hands, all reaching for the same star, the same dream. Faintly, he had registered several pairs of hands grabbing for his shirt and hair and the boys, the ones he met not so long ago, were yelling in his ear and when he looked at them all, he knew they were going to be alright.
Within days, they had each other memorized like their own palm lines, talking and spilling and giggling and laughing like they’ve known each other their whole lives, and Niall was certain he had never had anything like it before. There were almost no lines to cross, nothing was too much or too little. Secrets were uttered out in the dead of night from blanket-covered lips, fears and dreams mumbled during all-nighters under the cover of a quiet movie and its’ sharp contrasting lights. It was only them and he loved them.
Niall supposed they should’ve crashed back down at some point - stop being so clingy and touchy and affectionate so openly when they were in a competition and start acting more like the boys from school - but they never did. Every performance was a thrill and he was holding onto the sun like it was a balloon on a string - beaming, singing, loving every second of everything. When they weren't rehearsing or performing, all five would be in their shared bedroom, on the large bed that they made simply by pushing and throwing all the blankets, pillows, and mattresses in the middle of their floor.
It was a mess but it was their mess and it was warm and cosy and they were Niall's home away from home. Clothes were strewn around the room and just like that, they begun sharing. They did try to clean up a bit whenever a camera is about to film their room but it always returned to the comfortable chaos that it was when nighttime hit anyway.
There wasn’t really a time where Niall could say his feelings for them deepened or when their touches and words started to have double meanings. He fell so fast that all he had to do was blink and he was drowning in the depths of Louis’ eyes, the warmth of Liam’s hold, the crackling passion of Harry’s love, and suffocating himself in the safety that Zayn exuded. Their love curled around him like a blanket during Christmas, feeling as though he had been given a hot cup of chocolate as the snowflakes drifted past their windows, with each sip warming his insides. It was like everything had changed but nothing did at the same time.
And he knew he wasn’t the only one because Harry had trouble dragging his eyes off of them whenever they had interviews, and Zayn let his touches linger longer than he used to, and Louis would sit back and smile at them contently whenever he thought no one was looking, and Liam would touch them like they were all made of glass. It was as easy and natural as breathing, and trying to fight against it would be as hard as swimming against a current so what else were they supposed to do but fall right in?
They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.
With every new song, their excitement grew and grew, and there’s so much that it just wants to burst out of Niall’s skin so he goes and touches Harry - grinning so hard that Niall was almost scared his face would split and he’d lose his dimples - just to share his feeling, to give him at least a little piece of his joy, to tell him I’m so happy and excited and I must tell you because it’s so important to me and I love you but Harry was already there. And so was Louis, and Liam, and Zayn.
All of them, so close and so happy, singing and laughing into each other’s mouths. Someone’s playing a sort of instrument that can barely be distinguished in the loud chaos of music but it’s there and Niall feels it buzzing in the air. The five of them, getting a taste of immortality, even if it was just for those few minutes.
The five of them, untouchable.
It was like being in the middle of a thunderstorm, air crackling and spitting with electricity as lightning struck the ground around them, each strike close enough to make his hair stand on end. Like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, lacking a life jacket and the knowledge on how to swim, only holding onto each other to keep each other afloat. And he knew, running deep and wholly through every bone and fibre in his being, that even if they didn’t get put in a group during the X Factor – if they never got to experience all the wonderful and tragic things they’ve experienced together in the past four years – they would’ve found their way to each other eventually.
Niall didn’t think he would believe in soulmates. Every time he’s heard of it, it sounded like a fairytale that was too good to be true; a person who just knows you and loves you and finds you whenever they can, wherever they can. But as he looked over at his four boys, pure adoration scribbled messily all over his face, Niall would think it was ridiculous of him to not believe it. How could he not when the proof was right there?
Infinity times infinity times infinity times infinity. Let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.
Does this count as sharing?
Oh my queen. I admire you.
