ale & ricky


Do not turn…away my friend…like a willow…I can bend…


(With Stevie Nicks at the Prudential Center. Photographs by Riff Chorusriff. April 2, 2017….

After finishing “Stand Back,” Nicks interrupted the show. The late Prince Rogers Nelson was on her mind. While she clung to a scarf tied around her mic, a single spotlight stilled the auditorium. She still couldn’t believe he was gone. When she feels nervous before a performance, she admitted that she often calls on him to be with her. And he is. 

Nicks met Prince at a party in 1979 where she regretted advising him to be more social. She was grateful he didn’t mention it years later when she had to get in touch with him. Would he mind listening to something she just recorded in the studio? Prince said sure, he’d be right over. As fate would have it, he was only 20 minutes away.

After hearing his “Little Red Corvette” on the radio, Nicks was so inspired she substituted her own lyrics and composed a whole new song. She played it for him. Prince thought it was great. He even added some synth to the verses and a guitar part in the middle–the finishing touches to what became track six on her “Wild Heart” album: “Stand Back.” An hour later, she walked him to his car. As she recalled, it was an appropriately hued purple Camaro. 

Over the years, they grew closer. Prince used to call her up when he was worried about her. They’d speak for hours. In the midst of Nicks’ well-chronicled drug addiction, he was there for her. She wishes she could have been there for him too. Continuing to tug at another scarf, she asked the audience to do her a favor. Whenever spinning “Stand Back” or “Little Red Corvette” in the future, notice how they dovetail. And, most importantly, remember her friend.

When she resumed the concert with “Edge of Seventeen,” Nicks honored Prince with a slideshow. It rendered him floating across the stage again like a white-winged dove. The whole thing was bittersweet and transcendent. I snapped the images above from the tribute.)


On this day in music history: April 26, 1983 - “Weird Al Yankovic”, the debut album by “Weird Al” Yankovic is released. Produced by “Weird Al” Yankovic and Rick Derringer, it is recorded at The Men’s Room at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, CA , KMET-FM in Los Angeles, and Cherokee Studios in Hollywood, CA from Mid 1979, 1980 - 81, and Early 1982. After releasing several stand alone singles both independently and for record labels such as Capitol and TK Records, “Weird Al” Yankovic is signed to the Scotti Brothers label Rock ‘N Roll Records (then distributed by CBS Records’ Epic subsidiary) in 1982. The first album by the comedy parody artist includes his first two singles “My Bologna” (re-recorded version appears on the album) and “Another One Rides The Bus” as well as parodies of songs by Toni Basil, Joan Jett and Tom Petty. “Weird Al Yankovic” peaks at number one hundred thirty nine on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.


It was my fault, my move, my game
If I’d known a little more, I’d a run away
It was dark out and I held the cards
I was the dealer and it wasn’t hard


[With Stevie Nicks at the Prudential Center. Photographs by Riff Chorusriff. April 2, 2017….

I’ve been watching Nicks perform since 2003 and each time I’m reminded of three things. One, she somehow continues to renew that tremulous upper octave of her voice that for years was unreachable. When she strives for a note from that arsenal now she really rings it. 

Two, her unraveling delivery of “Gold Dust Woman” never fails to assert itself as one of the most affecting moments in rock theater. You can’t miss it. Whether her character’s gradual exorcism is encouraged by the jarring sonics of Lindsey Buckingham or Waddy Wachtel, she always goes through with it. 

And, three, the kindness she extends to her fans is given with an unparalleled authenticity. It’s the hearth from which her behind-the-music stories spark, her bashfully repeated “thank-you-all-for-comings” arise, and her music keeps on warming you long after the glitter fades. 

Nicks’ setlist for the night was Gold and Braid, If Anyone Falls, Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around (with Chrissie Hynde), Belle Fleur, Gypsy (Fleetwood Mac), Wild Heart, Bella Donna, Enchanted, New Orleans, Starshine, Moonlight, Stand Back, Crying in the Night (Buckingham/Nicks), If You Were My Love (Fleetwood outtake originally from Mirage), Gold Dust Woman (Fleetwood),  Edge of Seventeen, Rhiannon (Fleetwood), and Landslide (Fleetwood).]


Sam x Reader, Dean x Lisa

A/N: So my son Rylington came home from school today with the typical signs of an oncoming cold. Being a medic I had a feeling he wasn’t going to go back tomorrow morning. Towards the end of tonight, he spiked a fever, sealing my professional opinion. All my mind has been consumed with is making sure my little boy will be okay (every parent on here would share their sympathies I’m sure lol) Writing always makes me happy, and that’s how this fic was born. Expect at least 3 parts. Hell maybe I could even make this into a full blown series. I always get carried away when writing!

Word Count: 636

Featuring: Family fluff, sick children angst, parents being cute with each other lol (didn’t really want to call them warnings)

Summary: “The Life” long in Baby’s rear-view mirror, Sam and Dean both settled down, now proud husbands and fathers. Dean ended up married Lisa, now runs his own mechanic shop, and he and Lisa gave Ben a little sister named Sabrina. Sam married you, was able to finish his law degree and runs his own law firm, and through your womb he gave you three bustling little boys named Al, Leo, and Ricky. Al comes home sick one day. You and Sam do your best to deal with it when all three boys end up sick. 

A cough was nothing to you.

But it doesn’t always go away. Sometimes it turns into other nasty things.

Al was sent home early from school that day, and you had a feeling it was going to turn into the latter. A notice was sent home from your boys’ school saying the flu was going around. So you knew there was a possibility he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Mama, I don’t feel good” Al whined from the couch, a untouched NutriGrain bar in his hand, laying down watching cartoons.

“I know sweetie.” you replied from the kitchen. You were still trying to clean up the mess that had progressively grown over the last few days. You hated doing dishes and only did them when you ran out of cups and plates. “Your brothers should be getting off the school bus anytime now.” as you spoke, you could hear the sound of a bus applying it’s breaks and children laughing. If the sidewalk by your driveway wasn’t a bus stop, you would’ve been out there waiting for your two younger children to get off. Al was 8 and in 2nd grade, Ricky was 6 and in 1st, and Leo was 4 ½ and in preschool. They were good boys who took after their father’s academic excellence, yet had their Uncle Dean’s mischievous streak on occasion. You’d received a parent teacher conference summons when Al played a prank on a female classmate, resulting in her being sent to the nurse’s office for playground sand in her eyes. 

You heard the door open around the same time Sam’s Charger was pulling into the driveway. The boys ran in chasing each other and laughing. Sam followed not too far behind them. All three kids ran up their father and tackled him to the floor, Sam laughing all the way down, holding up his arms in surrender. You came out of the kitchen to greet the handsome men in your life.

“Hi sweetie.” Sam said, getting up to kiss you, causing your sons to groan audibly. You and Sam shared a smile. “How was your day?”

“Eventful, to say the least. The kitchen and dining room are now as spotless as they can be, all the boys’ sheets are in the dryer, and Al came home with a congested cough.” A look of concern came across Sam’s face as he turned to see his oldest son crawling back on the couch, it being clear he exerted what little energy he had left joining his brothers in ambushing their dad.

Sam approached the couch. “Hey sport, how you feeling?”

“Awful, dad.” he laid back down but this time in Sam’s lap. Sam placed a hand gently on his forehead and his concerned look grew.

“Gee kid, you’re on fire.”

“I’ve already called Dr. Schwarts,” you said as you were walking back towards the kitchen. “she said to keep him home from school and keep the fluids coming, give children’s Advil as needed.”

“Okay. Ricky, Leo, try and play among yourselves for the rest of today. Your big brother’s sick,” Sam said to the younger boys.

“But I like germs. Icky things are cool!” Leo exclaimed. Ricky made a face. You were thankful one of your messy boys was something of a germaphobe.

But they obeyed their father and went to play outside. Some of the neighborhood kids were outside too. Sam got out of his business suit and changed into a T-shirt that showed off his incredibly ripped upper body and a pair of jeans and sandals. He followed the boys outside to watch them while you finished wiping down the counters. After putting the spray bottle away you went to the couch where Al had fallen asleep and took the cereal bar from him, covering him with a flat sheet.

Part Two Coming Soon!

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Reasons why Al Pacino is the greatest actor of all time +Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)

When you die you’re going to regret the things you don’t do. You think you’re queer? I’m going to tell you something: we’re all queer. You think you’re a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There’s an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don’t think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won’t live in it. That’s me.

Al Pacino – 10 iconic roles (x)

Michael Corleone (The Godfather) / Serpico (Serpico) / Sonny Wortzik (Dog Day Afternoon) / Arthur Kirkland (And justice for all) / Tony Montana (Scarface) / Frank Slade (Scent of a woman) / Ricky Roma (Glengarry Glen Ross) / Vincent Hanna (Heat) / Benjamin “Lefty” Ruggiero (Donnie Brasco) / John Milton (The devil’s advocate)

anonymous asked:

Ya le voy contando a Ricky y al marido de que no vendrá (La waifu no homo)

digales las malas noticias de mi parte y mis condolencias por la pobre mujer :’v


It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a fortune must be in want of a wife.

[ pride and prejudice fancast ]requested by rob-anybody

nicole beharie as jane bennet | danielle brooks as elizabeth bennet

aja naomi king as mary bennet | imani hakim as kitty bennet | karidja touré as lydia bennet

vondie curtis-hall as mr bennet | lorraine toussaint as mrs bennet

jon foo as fitzwilliam darcy

rahul kohli as charles bingley | reshma shetty as caroline bingley

yasmine al massri as charlotte lucas | daveed diggs as william collins | ricky whittle as george wickham

daniel wu as colonel fitzwilliam | jessica henwick as georgiana darcy | tsai chin as catherine de bourgh


Miles Davis and Friends in Paris,1991
Title: Jean - Pierre
Miles Davis Band, “La Grande Halle De La Villette”, Paris, France, July 10, 1991 ,
Miles Davis (tp) Bill Evans (ss) Kenny Garrett, Jackie McLean (as) Steve Grossman (ts) Chick Corea (el-p) Deron Johnson (syn) John McLaughlin, John Scofield (el-g) Joe “Foley” McCreary (lead b) Dave Holland (b) Darryl Jones, Richard Patterson (el-b) Al Foster, Ricky Wellman (d)

anonymous asked:

Me me me

Ok so me and my BFF Andrea were chatting in the corner

Then this ugly ass straight dude comes up to me and goes like “Oh, you two are so in love!!!!11!!!1!1!” (gross)

And then my two fellow compa’ Ricky and Ale dragged him aside and told him “Dude, he likes dick” (cissexist, I know, but anyways)

And so he came back to us, faced Andrea, and was like “So, I hear you’re gay” (five hundred Gs for emphasis) in an intimidating voice, I’m-about-to-beat-you-up voice

And I was like “Oh, he’s not the gay one in the couple.” then winked and walked away, leaving him like “What the fuck dude, did you know your girl was a lesbian

And then I was about to tell Cle what had happened when whom do I see in front of me? Motherfucking Grace, that’s whom

And we hadn’t seen/talked to each other in ages, ‘cause she’s on a different floor and our friend groups don’t like each other

And so we just kind of??? ignored each other????? because saying hi would’ve been even more awkward

And I mean it sucked to see her again but I STILL MURDERED THAT MOTHERFUCKER