'Pete's Theme' From Quadrophenia (1973) By The Who (X)

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

Monkee history question for a fic

I'm writing a sequel to my Torksmith fic and I'm trying to remember something that happened early in the series where I think Peter Tork was in the studio and the producers were not nice to him or said something unkind about his singing ability and Peter immediately ran to Mike about it, who was like, "THEY SAID WHAT" and stood up for him. Did I make that up in my head? Something like that happened, right?

I'm going through my Monkees Day-by-Day book to get more details about stuff that was going on during this period, but I don't know if that will be captured in it or not.

Mike's like, I never liked him, but of course I drove to the airport to pick him up and let him live in my house but I never LIKED him, jeez.

The airport-pickup story (and this was months after Peter had moved in with Mike and Phyllis during the filming of the pilot; after filming, he went back to New York):

everyone in the 80s was like fuck ending this song

Tried watching Daydream Believers: The Monkee's story (2000) and immediately had to pause because of fake davy's fuck ass bob

i remember being taught by my butch lesbian neighbor how to figure out if a button-down shirt fits properly, and her femme wife teaching me how to tie a tie. it was in my dining room that we used as a makeshift nursery for my sister. the walls were blood red, and the floors and ceiling were dark. the whole world felt like it was suffocating you in that room, much like life felt for me at the time. i was fifteen years old, and it had been seven months since my mother had last spoken to me. my father was drinking. i was failing my classes partially because my brain couldnt stop projecting old home movies onto the backs of my eyelids and i couldnt stay present and partially to see if anyone would notice.  no one did.  no one but my neighbors.

they invited us over for dinner. the butch always greeted us while the femme finished dinner and we took off our shoes and one would take our coats and the butch would clap her hand on my shoulder, and the femme would touch my elbow gently while she took out my chair. they fed us, we played board games, they talked openly about being gay. they held hands across the dining table, and twirled their wedding rings, neither seeming to notice they were doing it. watching them methodically work, hosting this beautiful dinner, moving together like two pieces of an intricate puzzle, like weaving together yarn and hemp, like gears, like one soul split evenly between two bodies–

i had never seen love like that. i had never met women like them. women who wore athletic sandals in november. women who wore sundresses with denim and cowboy boots and called her wife “sonnyboy,” whose wife was always quite put together, button-down buttoned to the top, tie straight (with the constant help of her wife), hair short & cropped to the scalp all the way round. women who both did the dishes. 

i didn’t know love like that was an option. i had only been shown angry, volatile love. i didn’t know i could be a woman like that. or rather, i didn’t know i could be loved as that kind of a woman. i had been taught that women like that are lonely. they’re ugly. but i watched her. her crisp leather jacket, her darkwash, baggy jeans on summer days that she folded once over her brown boots with the yellow shoelaces. she wasn’t ugly. i watched her, and i bought brown boots.

At the grand opening of Zilch in NYC, October 20, 1967.

“Peter is the warmest, most caring, concerned and loving person I have ever known in my life. If the whole world were made up of Peter Torks, it would be like a peaceful and serene heaven.” - Sally Field, 16 Magazine, September 1968 “Mike wandered over to the empty chair next to me, and flopped himself down, muttering, ‘Hello,’ and tapping the top of my head with a friendly pat. I judged by the quiet, contented look on his face he wasn’t in a talkative mood, so I simply whispered ‘Hello’ back. We sat in silence for five minutes, and watch the activity of the crew preparing for the next scene. Sally Field, the young star of another Screen-Gem TV series, ‘Flying Nun,’ suddenly came cycling on the set dressed in her white nun’s habit. Parking her cycle, she sneaked up behind Peter and gave him an enormous bear hug. Peter, in turn, gathered her up in his arms, and ran off, yelling, ‘Have nun… will travel,’ and singing ‘You’re getting to be a habit with me…’ Mike simply shook his head and laughed.” - article by Jane Marshall, NME, September 23, 1967

“They were clearly soulmates: they’d often sit together, giggling”

-Jim Hutton (about Freddie and Roger)

“PEANUTS” (Sept. 4, 1953) By Charles M. Schulz

HAPPY FRIDAY! ENJOY THE TUNES.

character misses their shot and the villain goes "ha! you missed." and the main character goes "did i?" and then shoots the villain again while they're frantically looking around the room for what the hero could possibly have aiming for instead

he’s got it