bands forgotten

It was band rehearsal. I had forgotten my bass clarinet but the director hadn’t noticed, nor did anyone else for that matter. Few minutes later I found my old clarinet and I started putting it together. It was missing a piece and suddenly everyone started to notice me and they all laughed at me a little. Right before I woke up, a piece of the cork was falling off.

Sonnet Undone

Take from me this simple band of gold,
walk with me while we both grow old.
Hand in hand our souls inline,
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.

In your eyes time does melt,
returning to where love first felt.
Journey’s skyward of life excelled,
when two is one heart beats meld.

Tears and hugs and laughter shared,
stealing kisses whenever dared.
Fate and luck met at the Last Call,
boundless futures in a crystal ball.

A blues band played, forgotten ironically.
Memories are golden because nothing’s free.


A Matt/Foggy rec list

I went through the entirety of the ao3 tags (well, complete fics only) and I bookmarked my favourites…i’m sure i missed some good ones BUT i snagged quite a few, i hope some people get some enjoyment out of this list…it makes me feel worthy and useful to compile these damn things 

I’ll Most Likely Kill You in the Morning - 46, 465 words 
Foggy and Matt never met at school. They cross paths for the first time while working opposite sides of a case, and Matt doesn’t leave an impression beyond the superficial: a blind, pro-bono crusader who Foggy will feel really guilty about having to oppose in court one of these days. Seemed like a nice guy, but no one Foggy will worry about a week later.He has more important things on his mind, like the masked vigilante who keeps cornering him in dark alleys to threaten him for information.

In the City of Blinding Lights - 26,893 words
Matt’s come up with a long list of lies to cover for his night-time activities. Foggy pretending to be Matt’s boyfriend wasn’t on that list for a very good reason.

Boy Wonder - 19,170 words +++
In 1999, Foggy Nelson was the secret weapon in a now-forgotten boy band. Sixteen years later, he meets his biggest fan: music critic Matt Murdock.

Touch Me, Don’t Feel Me - 21,859 words
Foggy struggles to navigate a casual sexual relationship with Matt after the events of season two. It’s predictably complicated.

Hold Me Fast and Fear Me Not - 25,142 words
Something in New York has everyone walking around with iron in their pockets, and it seems like the vigilante they’re calling the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is at the center of it all. Foggy knows how to steer clear of that kind of trouble, but when the Devil seeks him out, he ends up in the middle of it with him. A Janet and Tam Lin AU.

Easy As Lying - 1,073 words
5 times Matt let Foggy get away with lying to him, and one time he didn’t. (or something like that, idk. just something where Foggy pretends that he isn’t attracted to Matt and Matt lets him, until he doesn’t.)

Ex Delicto, De Novo Ad Infinitum - 12,009 words
From a transgression (consequences of a crime), anew (a restart) to infinity (continuing on forever)

Matt and Foggy get back up again.

jump, check parachute - 11,945 words +++
Foggy Nelson: good at law, terrible at feelings.

Say You’ll Still Be By My Side - 7,291 words
Bless me, Foggy, for I have sinned.

Daredevils Don’t Drink Decaf - 20,553 words ++
“I really, really want to make a joke about bats and blindness. Will you punch me if I make a joke about bats and blindness?” Matt shakes his head, grinning. “Okay, so we’re Superspud and Blind-As-A-Batman.”

In which Foggy uses his law degree to peddle coffee to unsuspecting caffeine junkies, and Matt is his favorite customer. Who may or may not be Batman.

A blessing - 4,516 words
“I can’t wait until we are not-broke enough to afford air conditioning…” He sighed to himself, voice low. “The day we get one, I’ll dance naked in the office, I don’t even care.”

Red Cross - 12,455 words ++
Foggy is perfectly happy being a law-abiding physician with a weakness for cupcakes. No one else seems to understand this.

The Boxer-Puncher - 11,036 words
“Matt, you’re my best friend, but you’re a goddamn idiot sometimes. It’s not about you. I’m not training, I’m not looking to get in a ring or do what you do. I just wanted to know a little more.” He says it fiercely, strongly, right into Matt’s ear like that’ll get it through to him any easier. “It’s not like I’m any good at it,” he adds, which is probably a mistake.

His heartbeat definitely spikes on the lie, because Matt flinches.

if ever joy surrounds you (you have to let it) - 9,323 words ++
“I mean, I did think that maybe vigilantism is actually good for you in terms of, like, self-actualization or whatever, but - have you been seeing a therapist or something? Good talks with your priest?”

(Or, it’s weird how weird things aren’t between Matt and Foggy. Particularly when they’re talking about boners.)

a baker’s mile in your shoes - 12,508 words +++ (I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!)
“Foggy, listen to me. This isn’t going to make any sense at all, but just – just listen. I need you to come by my place and – walk with me over to Murdock’s, because I… need him to tell me how to call in sick.”

Matt Murdock + Brett Mahoney, body swap.

Prayer Beads - 13,728 words +++
Matt doesn’t know if love or lust is the deadlier sin. Either way, he’s going to hell.

The Good Little Wolf - 13,801 words ++
Foggy’s been training for this day his whole life. As long as he follows the Rules and finishes the Story, everything will be perfect.

Tempt Little Red Riding Hood. Eat Granny. Dress in Drag. Eat Little Red Riding Hood. Eat Little Red Riding Hood’s Basket of Goodies. Live Happily Ever After.

Gazelle, Lion, Gun - 22,731 words +++
The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen has got some competition. Sassy sharpshooters do not make good crime-fighting partners, except that they really do.

The Lawyer All the Wickedness - 24,098 words
Matt Murdock is the Kingpin’s right-hand man and a stain on New York City’s legal system. Whatever he wants from Foggy, it can’t be anything good.

So why can’t Foggy stay away?

(my heart) never could lie to you - 28,050 words +++
Foggy wishes he had something more interesting to talk about than cyclists and sharks and dessert samplers, but Matt doesn’t really seem to mind.

Just Our Hands Clasped So Tight - 8,490 words
If there’s one thing Foggy Nelson knows about Matt Murdock, it’s how tactile he is.

Fitter. Happier. More Productive. - 6,325 words
Matt tries to let go. He’s not too good at it.

through the bookcase, imagining a scene - 5,145 words +++
librarian!foggy AU

my name on your lips - 10,084 words +++
It starts when Matt and Marci have coffee. Then Foggy and Claire have coffee. Then Claire throws a Christmas party, and really, it isn’t like Foggy means to keep almost confessing to Matt, but can anyone really blame him?

I Decided This - 5,298 words +++
“I’m contributing yet another lovely sign to our office,” Foggy says, brandishing the finished product with a flourish. Matt can’t see the sign, but he can probably sense the flourish, which is what matters. “It says, ‘It has been ‘0’ days since Matt made an idiotic decision.”

“Doesn’t seem like it will inspire much trust from our clients.”

What the sign instead inspires: debates, understanding, a patented Murdock-level guilt trip, ice cream celebrations, a kiss, and perhaps even a way to finally move forward.

mr houdini you’re a freakshow - 21,087 words +++
You can’t plea bargain out of marriage, Foggy. Consider yourself guilty as charged.

The Brotastic Adventures Of The Avengers And The Long Suffering Foggy Nelson - 23,962 words +++
Where Foggy accidentally becomes bros with the Avengers, Foggy and Matt talk it out, and the Avengers and Matt don’t seem to grasp the concept that the “s” in “friends” is there for a reason.

anonymous asked:

There's a ton of headlines about Harry allegedly plagiarising the song Baby Blue by Badfinger. I usually ignore these types of things and chalk it up to forgotten bands trying to get a piece of the action, but this time they do sound a lot alike...

Oh… that guitar riff is very similar. It could be an honest mistake, but who knows. I don’t think harry would every knowingly rip someone off, but he’s obviously very influenced by 70′s music so it makes sense that it’s emulating bands like badfinger. I thought it was more his late McCartney/ Ryan Adams moment but yeah. 

Hopefully it doesn’t take away from the beauty of the song. 

Being Peter's best friend would include:

- him telling you first that he’s spiderman

- helping him w/photography projects

- helping out his aunt May when he’s our doing spidey things

- inviting him and aunt May over for dinner during the holidays

- listening to obscure music you’ve both found, mainly forgotten indie bands and 90s britpop on lazy Sunday afternoons

- kicking Flash’s ass

- studying together and ultimately slaying him w/your science knowledge

- stitching him up after a fight / spidey things

- being huge nerds and having fights over whether the movie or the book is better (you always win bc he says movie)

- binge watching all your favourite film and tv series

- spending the day w/him on the anniversaries of both his parent’s and uncle Ben’s deaths

- setting him up on dates (which he’ll bail out on bc he’s either too nervous or tied up in saving people)

- being each other’s first kiss bc you’re both teenagers and embarrassed that you haven’t kissed someone before

- telling each other “I love you” and being completely like Scorbus but in a platonic way

(Can work for both Andrew and Tom’s adaptations and works for all genders)

It’s so weird cuz all these iconic song by completely long forgotten bands come on my Spotify like that song happy together by the the turtles is on. Who the fuck are the turtles? Don’t fucking know all that matters is that I CAN’T SEE ME LOVING NOBODY BUT YOU FOR ALL MY LIIIIIIFE

“Mike and I were friends. As a producer, it is hard for me to be close to the people I work with. For some reason I stay close friends to the women I have recorded (no hanky-panky) however the guys…I think they treat me like I am a drill Sargent in the Army. Mike was not like that. He was always warm and friendly . Out of the whole band, I was most close to him. I like to think that when we die our spirits just move on to a better place. I imagine Mike and Layne still playing music but now with people like Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon etc. I will think of Mike and miss him until the day I die. After that I will produce him again!” - Dave Jerden (AIC Producer)


hold on tight, this ride is a wild one


(Lucifer x Reader)

College is supposed to be the best time of your life. People like to say that at least. Maybe it’s true when you have enough money to actually pay for it or like to go to parties all weak. Both cases weren’t true for you. You were broke all the time.
Trying to change that you had yet again taken on a shitty job. Being already late you left in a hurry heading into the city. You carried around a large carton full with leaflets, which you had to distribute.
It was a windy day, so you held your hand over the opening, protecting the paper from flying away whilst you tried to balance the carton with one arm.
When you hurried around a corner without looking out you bumped into someone. The carton fell to the floor and in an instant half of the leaflets where gone in the wind.
“Nooo, damn it!” You screamed, wathing them fly away.
“I’m truly sorry. I didn’t see coming around.” The handsome man you had just run into said.
“Oh, uh it’s not your fault. Well, I was supposed to leave them around town…guess I kinda did that just not in the way I should have.”
“I like your way of thinking. What’s your name?”
“Y/N. Thanks even though I don’t think I will get any money for it.”
“So that’s your job?” He asked.
“Not really I’m a college student actually but I have to pay for it somehow, don’t I?”
“I’m Lucifer by the way. Lucifer Morningstar.” He reached out his hand to you as he said it.
“Like the angel?” You asked and shook his hand.
“Yes exactly. Fallen angel actually.”
“Well, fallen or not, still an angel right?” You said and smiled a bit.
“Yes…Hey listen if you’re really in need of a job I have club where you can work. I always need a good bartender.”
“I don’t have much experience as a bartender.”
“Doesn’t matter just come by and take a look.” He gave you a buisness card with the adress and said goodbye.

You went to check out the club this evening. When you entered you were more than surprised. It wasn’t at all like you had imagined the place. You had expected some rundown old bar where some old long forgotten bands were playing. This wasn’t one bit like your imagination. The club was luxurious and everything looked like it cost more than your monthly income.
Someone was sitting in the middle of the room on a piano, singing and playing at the same time. It was really good. You made your way through the crowd of people. When you came closer you saw that it was Lucifer himself.
He finished his song and came over when he saw you.
“You came!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah…you never told me you had this kind of club though..”
“What kind of club?”
“You know…everything looks so expensive and uh..”
“You’ll get used to it.” He said and laughed at you a little.
You two made your way over to the bar. He waved the woman behind the bar to come closer.
“Maze this is Y/N. She’ll be working here with you for a while…so be nice.” He said to the woman.
“You’re joking right?” She said to him.
That went well.
“Not at all..”
“YOU! Come here.” She yelled at you.
She was bit scary so you hurried behind the bar as fast as you could. The girl was looking you up and down. Finally she stopped and put a bottle into your hands.
“Start working then.” She said and went back to doing her own things.

After working at the Lux for a few weeks you got used to working there more and more. The people were quite nice and you somehow had manged to get on Maze’s good side. Your shy attitude still earned you some laughs and teasing from Lucifer but you didn’t mind. You liked being here very much.
Lucifer apparently wasn’t just a club owner but a consultant to the police department as well. But knowing the guy for a while now it didn’t strike you as strange as is would have before.

One evening you were cleaning the bar, the club was already closed and you had told Maze to go home and get some sleep, Lucifer was walking in coming back from one of his crime solving adventures. You were going to greet him when you saw blood dripping down his arm.
“Oh my god…what happen to you?! You said worried and hurried over to him.
"It’s nothing just a bullet wound. I sometimes forget I’m vulnerable now.”
“It’s not nothing and you better not forget something as important as that you’re not some kind of superhero after all.” You said angrily at him.
“Are you worried about me Y/N.” He said in a cocky tone.
“Of course I’m worried you’re an idiot.” You got the first aid kit from behind the bar. “Roll up your sleeves and let me have a look at it.”
You searched through the kit for some bandages, and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the counter. When you looked at Lucifer again he hadn’t bother rolling up his sleeves. He just got rid of the shirt altogether, smiling at you like a dumbass.
“Aaah, yeah…alright hold still that might hurt a little.”

You finished patching him up as best as you could.
“Do you want me to bring you home or are you just staying here?” You asked Lucifer when you were done.
“No thank you I think I’ll lie down here for a moment.”
“Ok, good night then and don’t do anything reckless again.”
He gestured you to come closer. When you were close enough he took your hand and drew his face closer to yours. You were surprised by the sudden action but didn’t move away. He leaned closer and kissed you, one hand trailing up and down your back.

You certainly hadn’t expected the evening to end like this but there was nothing to complain about.