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undergroundrockpress · 10 months
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Led Zeppelin, Los Angeles 1975.
Photo : James Fortune.
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firethatgrewsolow · 3 months
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Zep at the House of Riot, 1973 (James Fortune)
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pepperbag76 · 1 year
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“ Jimmy Page live at The Kezar Stadium in San Francisco, CA 1973. Photo by James Fortune. “
Source: @crockpics
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adreciclarte4 · 3 months
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Ray Manzarek, 1974 by James Fortune
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shamansbluezz · 2 years
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by James Fortune at Sunset Sound during a recording session for the Strange Days album, May 1967.
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dearjewels22 · 2 months
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They can't figure out...
"How you keep it moving?"
It's the joy of the Lord.
"What keeps you smiling?"
It's the joy of the Lord.
"How you keeping it together?"
It's the joy of the Lord.
Got me smiling through the pain, dancing in the rain.
The world didn't give it, can't take it away.
JOY
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54th NAACP's Complete List of Nominees
 NAACP unveiled the full list of “54th NAACP Image Awards” nominees with ABC and Netflix leading the pack with 28 and 15 nominations respectively. The winners will be revealed during the two-hour LIVE TV special, airing Saturday, February 25th, 2023 at 8:00 PM ET on BET and 8:00 PM PT on delay. The show will be in front of an audience for the first time in three years. Netflix and Black Panther:…
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positivebeatdigest · 2 years
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bonojour · 2 months
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wearing his boyfriend's shirt 💖
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dark-art-666 · 2 months
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undergroundrockpress · 11 months
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Iggy Pop & Ray Manzarek, Whiskey a Go Go, 1974. Photo: James Fortune.
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rottin6 · 14 days
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jegulus palm reading / coffee grounds reading au where james reads reg's shit and is like yeah your soulmate is [describes himself] [is so obsessed w reg] [will craft a spell that eternally links them together]
this is so fairytale enchanted type...like reg hates the idea of fortune telling but he's at some carnival w barty and everyone and he's pushed into this tent and next thing he knows james is gripping onto his hand and looking deep into his soul telling him how he's gonna get all the love he deserves in the world but reg does not believe!! but james' spell is transcendantly greater than anything else and they live happily ever after
james is literally a fake it until u make it, manifest it until u live it kinda gal
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annabolinas · 16 days
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Anne Boleyn Week 2024
Day 4: Favorite Anne Motto: "The Most Happy"
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"In the sixteenth century, the word happy usually meant fortunate or lucky. In light of this, Anne's motto, 'The Most Happy', rather than being haughty or egotistical, is a humble acknowledgement of her privileged position. She was essentially 'the most lucky' because Henry had raised her to be his queen." - Natalie Grueninger in The Final Year of Anne Boleyn (2022)
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lightvialamp · 5 months
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january 13 - wet || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 729 || pt 2. of yesterday's microfic, pt. 3
Regulus sighed. It had been three days since James had come up to him by the lake, and really, he had no idea what had come over him. He felt like he did during class presentations, where he went up to the front of the room with his notecards and then sat down ten minutes later with no recollection of what he had said and a vague uneasiness churning in his gut.
Well. It was out there now, and obviously James knew something. That something being predicated on the fact that Regulus had pretty much told him that he had a voyeurism kink—both watching and being watched, apparently—although this wasn’t something that he himself had explored. Or, really even known. 
Regardless, James was staring again. It was constant now, a cursory glance around the great hall or in the corridor between Charms and Transfiguration a surefire way to catch hazel eyes already upon him. He didn’t know what to do about it. If he should do anything about it. 
He sighed again when he glanced across the room at the Gryffindor table and found James clearly trying to pretend that he hadn’t just been staring holes into the side of Regulus’ head by putting a large bite of some sort of pie (that had obviously not yet cooled) in his mouth. Immediately, his eyes went large and round, mouth open and breaths coming quickly in the universal hmpha hmpha hmpha noise one makes when food is too hot. He choked it down, and, water glass in hand, proceeded to make a giant, wet mess of himself, the table in front of him, and the two unfortunate souls sitting to his left and right (Regulus noted with glee that one of them was Sirius). 
Regulus watched as they pushed each other around trying to get out of the worst of the spill, smiles bright amid the chaos. 
“What the hell are you looking at and why is it making you smile to yourself like a lovesick idiot?” came Barty’s voice from his right, accompanied by an elbow to the ribs. Barty followed his gaze and laughed derisively, sitting back in his chair. “You know you’re just as bad as he is, right?”
“Fuck off, Barty.”
“No, I’m serious. You’re over here making a fool of yourself as you watch him make a fool of himself, and I have to say. It’s hilarious.”
Regulus added a kick to Barty’s shin under the table for that. “Fuck off, Barty. Merlin.”
They sat there in silence for a moment before Regulus reared to the side, finger in Barty’s face—the traitor was already laughing at him again— to say, “And I am NOT as bad as he is.”
“Okay,” snorted under his breath was the only response Regulus got until a swift flick to the ball of his cheek had him bringing a hand to his face along with a muttered “Merlin, Regulus, calm the fuck down. All I mean is that you’re playing cat and mouse with the guy and it’s still unclear who’s who. And like. You can be whoever you want in this situation, but I’m guessing you’d rather be the cat.”
“Okay…?”
“Okay. So work your shit out and go fucking get him?” Barty sighed. “Why am I doing all the work around here?”
“Well your metaphors are a little convoluted for someone who hasn’t turned in a single piece of coursework this term,” Regulus retorted, feeling a little bit like a light bulb had gone off over his head at the same time as he had been slapped in the face. Though, he shouldn’t be surprised since that’s what most of his conversations with Barty felt like. 
Barty just raised his eyebrows. Regulus sighed, and looked over at the Gryffindor table again. James’ eyes danced away quickly, as he knew they would, but there was an edge there that he hadn’t seen before. 
“Fuck.”
“Mhm? See something new?” Barty already sounded smug, though Regulus was no longer paying attention to him and was, instead, cataloging all of his interactions with James from the past three days.  
“Fuck.”
James was playing a game. Or, at least continuing the game that Regulus had started—and thought he’d ended—in the clearing by the lake. And now that Regulus knew that they were playing a game, well, he wasn’t about to lose, was he?
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oxydiane · 2 years
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james potter was twenty-one years old when he watched the most powerful dark wizard alive walk into his home to kill his son and faced him wandless to give his wife and child just one last chance at surviving and i feel like that is not talked about enough
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the-mighty-het-speaks · 10 months
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august 3rd, 1963, downey, california, usa
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