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musicandotherdelights · 4 years

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Daily Listening, Day #34 - February 3rd, 2020

Album: Townes Van Zandt (Poppy, 1969)

Artist: Townes Van Zandt

Genre: Contemporary Folk

Track Listing:

"For The Sake Of The Song"

"Columbine"

"Waiting Around To Die"

"Don't Take It Too Bad"

"Colorado Girl"

"Lungs"

"I'll Be Here In The Morning"

"Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel"

"(Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria"

"None But The Rain"

Favorite Song: "Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel"

#Townes Van Zandt #Poppy #Contemporary Folk #1969 #Late 1960s #1960s

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mrskennedy · 4 months

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Jacqueline Kennedy attends a bullfight in Seville, Spain on April 21st, 1966.

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 7 months

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"His hero was Jimi Hendrix there is a photograph of Freddie from 1968 in his bedroom posing in the manner of Hendrix with a borrowed Fender Stratocaster "

- Kashmira Bulsara Cooke (Freddie's sister)

Pic: 1968, UK - Freddie Bulsara posing as Jimi Hendrix

#freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #freddiebulsara #kashmirabulsara #late 1960s #jimmy hendrix #1968

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thedepartmentofdiscoveries · 4 months

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#the velvet underground #nico #andy warhol #anonymous artist #unknown artist #Christa Päffgen #john cale #lou reed #banana #banana 🍌#the velvet underground & nico #sterling morrison #moe tucker #art rock #experimental rock #avant garde #proto punk #late 60s #late 1960s

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aiiaiiiyo · 1 year

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#Ad for Schwinn 5-Speed Stik-Shift bicycles #late 1960s #big_macaroons #oldschool

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bygoneafternoons · 1 year

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These are only some of the photographs from Warren Dosanjh and Glenn Povey’s biography of David Gilmour, High Hopes, that MAYBE some others haven’t seen before? I don’t know—I just thought I’d share them bc they’re pretty cool and could perhaps pique someone’s interest. Also the photos themselves aren’t in the best quality. I tried fixing them up a little but then again I’m scanning them with my phone sooo…

#you can’t really expect flawlessness #also dave was really handsome even then #but thats besides the point #david gilmour #late 1960s #pink floyd

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vintagelivingbydaisyb · 2 years

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Daily Vintage: Brach’s Halloween Candy, 1966

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1920sitgirl · 1 year

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A group of girls, Salford Manchester 1969

#old photos #1969 #1960s #the 60s #late 1960s #vintage photo #vintage photography #salford #manchester #vintage manchester

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kilianromero · 2 years

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1967

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violetmuses · 2 years

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Ain't No Mountain || Chapter 1

TITLE: Ain’t No Mountain || Edward “Ed” Baldwin

FANDOM: For All Mankind (Apple+ Series)

CHARACTER: Edward "Ed" Baldwin

MAIN PAIRING: Female Reader + Edward "Ed" Baldwin

MAIN WARNINGS: Stereotypes, angst, strong language, trauma, dark topics, adult themes, etc.

MAIN STORYLINE: While beginning a new chapter of your life, Edward Baldwin comes in out of nowhere. Could that unexpected bond change everything?

Author’s Note: Hey! I’ve finally decided to write something different and our man is here. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much for reading as always! - V. 💜

Ain't No Mountain - Masterlist 🚀

Main Masterlist 💜

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96 @mayhem24-7forever @skvatnavle @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee @alieninoklahoma @bewitchedignition @maddu-oliveira @reveluving @sugapapichulo @hodgepodge-of-rog @fangirl0927 @ijustthinkrickflagisprettyneat @ed-baldwin

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1972

As a child, you cooed in Mom’s arms while held, glancing upwards towards the skyline. In fact, you were smart enough to cackle back then, amused by whatever jokes the constellations seemed to make. Your mother would then point between flits of light that beamed through darkness, smiling with joy that no one else had.

This time, decades later, you’ve graduated college by a miracle, convinced that leadership only allowed that green-light to fit some kind of female quota in society. You buckled just as much as men, clearly ready to get the hell out and move on.

Most of the neighbors were families. Women around here were either still wadding like penguins due to their pregnant bellies or pushing strollers. When you first moved in after graduation, people were so excited, finding out about the new girl.

In truth, you only agreed to come back around because of Mom. Her family settled in this small town long before you were even born. Now, it was time to return the favor.

Strangers didn’t know, but as an only child, you’ve grounded this house just to split assets between other surviving members of your family. Mom was smart enough to leave behind a strong will. Yet, Dad only helps but so much nowadays, especially since his own job still left him to work long hours. Even dealing with the funeral couldn’t stop bills.

Now, you’ve resorted to the attic, attempting to clear dust and trying to figure out why everything in here is boxed up. It’s an otherwise neat house. Documents and paperwork were already taken care of, so why would Mom leave this spot so untidy?

You hold back another sneeze just as one of the boxes catches your eye. It’s definitely this small package, probably giving enough space to hold postcards or something.

You shake dust bunnies out of your hair and mentally plan to take another shower before sitting down on the wooden floor. Some kind of marker inked onto that cardboard box, taped:

Y/N L/N: Important

It’s Mom’s handwriting. Her penmanship always fascinated your mind growing up back then.

Did I miss something while clearing out this place? You’re glancing around as if the space doesn’t even belong to you.

You open the box carefully and quickly notice that this slew of envelopes were inside.

The first note changes everything:

Y/N,

By the time you’re old enough to read these letters, I will be gone. I don’t know how I’ll leave you behind or when I’ll leave you behind, but I’ll stay around for as long as I can.

No matter what happens to me, take care of your father, watch out for the rest of our family, and never stop learning.

Promise me.

NEVER stop learning.

I love you with all of my heart, Shining Star.

Godspeed,

-Mom.

That letter trembles right out of your hands and you sob for the first time since the harrowing funeral. finally realizing its gravity. She was gone, and despite vague but loving words of this message, she still wanted you to be happy.

And yet, through these heartbreaking tears, you somehow find peace and clarity. Maybe this one move could be your new start.

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To continue paying bills around the house, you were confined to a desk, answering phone calls or scurrying coffee orders for suited men. It took everything within your strong-willed frame not to roll both eyes every day, at risk of losing a somewhat steady paycheck. At least you weren’t homeless.

As long as you mentioned your father, no one with common sense mentioned marriage, either. You drove home by yourself all week though, worrying older staff members.

You still didn’t care. The house was there for you every time.

You were in the middle of cooking dinner when someone knocked on the front door unexpectedly. One of your neighbors must’ve offered dessert again and you genuinely smile despite making your own meal now.

Just as you check at the peephole and open the door, you face someone oddly new. Either he just moved into the neighborhood as well or you just didn’t recognize him.

He’s towering the doorway, standing up straight in a plaid shirt made just too big. Neat pants veiled his legs and good-looking shoes cover this welcome mat. His blondish hair is swept to the side. This man gives out one brief expression that doesn’t look like smiling.

“Sorry to bother you. Uh, my wife Karen is cooking right now and the grocery store is already closed. Do you have any extra peper?” He seemed nervous, but you weren’t rude enough to tell him.

“Oh, Karen? She could’ve called me for that. I’m sorry.” You pointed towards the nearest phone line, which has settled on the wall ever since you’ve moved. You’ve seen Karen around town, but she never mentioned her husband by name to you.

“Are you, Y/N? Karen talks about you sometimes.” He narrows both hazel eyes and mentions your name.

“Yes.” You answer him with respect.

“I’m Ed.” He clips his name and offers to shake hands with you. It’s not like the office where men barely acknowledge you past coffee orders and phone calls.

“Y/N.” You repeat your own name and welcome his handshake, quietly acknowledging his wedding band without saying anything out loud. “Let me get the pepper for you.”

“Thank you.” Ed nods gratefully, but not without returning to a somehow stoic expression.

“You’re welcome.” You answer back while opening the cabinets and pick up two tins to hold a small brown bag, just in case.

By the time you return while holding those cases of pepper, Ed hasn’t even moved away from that front door’s threshold.

“Thank you.” Despite repeating himself, Ed finally begins to smile and you appreciate it without acting excited of course. He’s married after all. “Good night.”

“You’re welcome.” You repeat. “Good night.”

You wait until he walks down the street and turns a corner before closing that front door behind you.

What the hell? You think to yourself.

#tw angst #for all mankind #ed baldwin x reader #ed baldwin #ed baldwin x you #joel kinnaman fanfiction #joel kinnaman #nasa #science #we love science #so excited to do this!#death tw #tw: death #stereotypes tw #1960s #late 1960s #space is awesome

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everything-anything3345 · 2 years

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From 1968. She-Devils On Wheels. Released on May 7,1968. Running time 82 minutes. Promotional Stills.

#promotional stills #late 1960s #biker girl #biker babe

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musicandotherdelights · 2 years

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Daily Listening, Day #922 - July 10th, 2022

Album: Electric Ladyland (Reprise, 1968)

Artist: Jimi Hendrix [As The Jimi Hendrix Experience]

Genre: Blues Rock, Psychedelic Rock

Track Listing:

"...And The Gods Made Love"

"Have You Ever Been (To Electric Ladyland)"

"Crosstown Traffic"

"Voodoo Chile"

"Little Miss Strange"

"Long Hot Summer Night"

"Come On (Part I)"

"Gypsy Eyes"

"Burning Of The Midnight Lamp"

"Rainy Day, Dream Away"

"1983....(A Merman I Should Turn To Be)"

"Moon, Turn The Tides....Gently Gently Away"

"Still Raining, Still Dreaming"

"House Burning Down"

"All Along The Watchtower"

"Voodoo Child (Slight Return)"

Favorite Song: "Crosstown Traffic"

#Electric Ladyland #Jimi Hendrix #The Jimi Hendrix Experience #Reprise #Blues Rock #Psychedelic Rock #1968 #Late 1960s #1960s

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mrskennedy · 11 months

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“On the surface, at least, [Jackie] struck me as more like her brother-in-law than her sisters-in-law, though. Bobby and [Jackie] had similar flip sides. Both had magnetic personalities, but then you would come to find out they were actually shy by nature. They were big on being outdoors and loved their sports, especially the ones that called for self-discipline or personal strength. Bobby and [Jackie] were the Kennedys you were most likely to spot swimming farthest out in the ocean, no matter how cold the water was or how strong the tide. They were probably the biggest bookworms, too. Bobby was famous for being able to quote classic verse off the top of his head, and it was [Jackie] who knew the perfect line for him to cite from Romeo and Juliet when Bobby paid tribute to Jack as he accepted the nomination for senator that summer:

“When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars

And he shall make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night,

And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

- excerpt from the book “Jackie’s Girl” by Kathy McKeon who worked as Jackie Kennedy’s personal assistant for 13 years .

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 6 months

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By the time Freddie was 18, and with Zanzibar moving towards independence, the Bulsaras decided to leave the island. ‘My dad had a British passport,’ says Kashmira, ‘so it seemed the obvious choice to come to England. When we arrived in Feltham, I was struck by how conspicuous we were. Freddie was very fastidious about his appearance. Whereas he looked neat and tidy, and his hair swept back, everyone else wore their hair long and looked scruffy. I used to walk behind him because I didn’t want people to think I was with him. But he changed his appearance very quickly. Another favourite picture is of him with his hair worn longer, because it’s the Freddie I remember most. He always used to take hours in front of the mirror, looking after his locks. He’d go out a lot, too, and stay out all night. My mum and he used to argue about it constantly. And she was always going on at him to make sure he got a degree, but he was determined to do what he wanted. There was quite a lot of door-slamming, but when Freddie made it, Mum was very proud.

‘I only really got to know him during this period. He would help me with my homework, and I’d pose for him when he was doing his sketches (he studied graphic illustration at Ealing Art College).’

At Ealing, Mercury acquired a reputation for flamboyance, once cutting up his mother’s tablecloths to make a flowing shirt, and by the time he moved to London in the late Sixties, his extravagant taste in clothes suited him perfectly to his job, running a clothes stall in Kensington Market with a young man called Roger Taylor.

- Kashmira Bulsara (Freddie’s sister), extract from interview 11/26/2000 - Mail On Sunday

📸 Pic (screenshot from video) - Farrokh Bulsara, September 1964, UK - Isleworth Polytechnic College

#freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #late 1960s #college #kashmiracooke #kashmirabulsara #isleworth

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fhvault · 2 years

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Vintage Backyard Barbecue, c. 1969 (source)

#upload #life #1960s #late 1960s #1969

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siriusblack1wolfstar · 2 years

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Just a kid

The following story includes mature content, self consciousness, young age, hatred, degradation, suicidal thoughts

Characters mentioned: Remus Lupin, Hope Lupin, Lyall Lupin

If anyone has any suicidal thoughts please consider messaging me for comfort or calling one of these numbers: PHONE- 116 123 SMS- text SHOUT to 85258 UNDER 19- 0800 1111

Websites:

Mind – call 0300 123 3393 or text 86463 (9am to 6pm on weekdays)

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Self-injury Support (for women and girls)

CALM (for men)

YoungMinds Parents Helpline – call 0808 802 5544 (9.30am to 4pm on weekdays)

National Self Harm Network forums

"Do you think Hogwarts will have Sunday dinners?"

An intense staring match broke out between Remus' parents, until Lyall it seemed had made a decision and turned to his 9 year old son.

"You won't be going to Hogwarts, Remus."

"Lyall don't-"

"He deserves to know, Hope."

Remus looked at his dad, confusion contaminating his scarred face.

"You're a werewolf."

Remus shook his head, still not understanding what his father was saying.

"Werewolves aren't allowed around kids, Remus."

No.... thought Remus. No, no, no, no. He stood abruptly, feeling a sudden pressure build in the back of his head; before suddenly, the gravy jug exploded infront of him.

"Remmy...baby-"

He tore out of the room before his mum could catch him, jumping the garden wall and running as fast as he could towards the forest. Tears pooling and blurring his vision. 'Werewolves aren't allowed near kids' his dad's voice pounded inside of his head, unable to be cast aside or ignored. All Remus could think was, but I'm a kid.

Heading for the lake, Remus thought of a lyric he heard on the radio ~sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all~ . Remus’ head was exploding with thoughts of how his mum and dad’s life would be better without a dangerous son like him. He thought of what it would be like without lycanthropy; ever since the age of 5 he’d grew up with excruciating pains spiralling through his fragile body, expanding, snapping into the place of a monstrous werewolf.

Tears scattered his fragile, scarred face. I want to die. I can’t be here. I want to go. Please. Let me go.

His mind told him to jump into the lake, so that’s what he did. Never having swimming lessons, he panted for air; the cold water inflated his shirt as he paddled on the spot. He allowed himself to be pulled in the water, unable to bare the pain of his fathers disappointment resting on his shoulders any longer. He wasn’t the son his parents wanted and he knew that. All he wanted was his own happiness and his parents. Never would he have to suffer again, all he had to do is go against what his mother said: Remus, don’t go into the light, never will you do that and you’ll remain living for your mummy. No, instead he wished to enter the light: wanting to remove himself from society. That was until his mother, carefully dragged him out of the water, cradling him in her smooth, tanned arms. “Shhh, baby, mother’s here now. Don’t you worry baby. I’ve got you.” Hope crackled through voice cracks and tears, “ don’t you ever do that again baby. Please, you scared me half to death my boy. Never, never do anything like that again. I love you, I always will. Promise me never to do that. Don’t listen to your father; you will get that letter and you will go to school. Only, if you don’t do that ever again; for school. For mother.”

#remus fluff #my writing #late 1960s #oneshots #maraudersfanfiction #marauders #werewolf #parents #degrading tw #degrading language #death mention #i want to die #young remus imagine #crying child #childhood #verbal abuse

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