so in seventh grade, my band class had a creepy obsession with our band director. in my friend group, we called him dad and the entire clarinet section called him nigel (think - nigel from the wild thornberries). so towards the end of the year, my alto sax friend changed all the apps in his phone to a picture of our band director. that started the god awful trend of #spreadthebraue so after that - i posted on my instagram a photo of mr. b and tagged it with said tag. then about 15 other kids in my grade reposted it. it was hell.
then i got the bright idea to start an instagram account called “same picture of braue” i posted on it for the last month of school and it gained followers quickly.
fast forward to the last day of school when we were having a ceremony for students who did something special (idk i was asleep half the time) when mr. b was handing out awards for band students, he called up me, my alto sax friend, and my three other percussionist friends (we were an iconic friend group lemme tell you. whenever we would have to play in groups - we would all play as a quintet)
so we went up to the stage and mr. b explains why we are on the stage. he never got to finish because as soon as he says “spread the braue” my percussionist friend whips out a giant peanut butter jar that has “spread the braue like butter” labeled on it with a picture of his face and then hands it to him then motions for the rest of us to walk off stage.
so then last week, i stopped in the band room for my forgotten tuba mouthpiece that i was emailed about and then i saw it on the wall. mr. b had set up a shelf with the peanut butter jar on it and a plaque that read:
7th grade band class students - Matt -last name- (alto sax), savannah -last name- (tuba), asher (percussionist - the one who handed him the jar), diana -last name- (percussionist), and josh -last name- (percussionist) - started trend #spreadthebraue and @samepictureofbraue on instagram
pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader word count: 1k warnings: swearing probably, but apart from that not rly. summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.
a/n: thank you all so much for the reaction to the last part of this fic! Sorry it took so long, I knew what I wanted for the beginning but the rest was a bit fuzzy anyway! we’re just gonna roll with it. I think I’m going to turn this into a mini-fic, :)
p.s. btw Ned already knows Peter is Spider-man in this part ! also why is it so damn hard to find a qual blank gif of ned + peter staring at liz?! siiiigh.
p.p.s. sorry if you have a cat.
As you turned from the lunch line, your feet instinctively walked towards Ned and Peter’s table, plopping yourself down with your tray, sitting at your usual spot in front of them.
“Hey guys, so I know that I wasn’t there yesterday but how was-” You abruptly stopped when you realized that you held neither of the two boy’s line of sight. Instead, they were busy gazing past your shoulder, Peter’s head rested on his hand and a very visible dreamy look sported in his eyes.
You turned your form to see what these two boys were looking at, but from the dreamy look that Peter had, you could already guess what—or more probably, who—was behind you.
“It’s touching to see so many people honor Mike in their different ways… It reminds me of how proud I am of him. He deserves to be honored. He was an amazing brother & a beautiful, thoughtful, caring, loving person. As well as a fricken ROCKSTAR, that was a part of making music that has formed generations. YOU DID GOOD MIKE! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! Thank you to all who appreciate this & share the love too. It has mean’t so much, more than you could ever know. xoxo” - Melinda Starr (Mike’s Sister)
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.)
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.
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.
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.
Mysterious Musicians #4: Louise (Black Sabbath…sort of)
Today’s entry isn’t necessarily a musician, but she fits just as well. “Louise” is allegedly the name of the woman on the front cover of Black Sabbath’s self-titled 1970 debut LP. The photograph features Louise dressed in a black cloak and standing in front of the centuries-old Mapledurham Watermill, and is often cited as being “unnerving” and having a “supernatural” atmosphere about it.
Why is she mysterious?
"Louise” left as quickly as she came; she disappeared almost immediately after the photoshoot and never contacted the band again.
Guitarist Tony Iommi says that she was a model/actress who appeared backstage after a live performance and introduced herself to the band, who hired her for the day to appear on the cover.
Iommi also claims that the band have all since forgotten her name, though multiple sources claim it was in fact Louise.
The mystery surrounding her is compounded by theories that she isn’t even the figure in the photograph, and that the tale of "Louise” may have been created for the sake of adding some mystique to the cover. Some claim that the woman is Bill Ward’s wife, while others even think it may be Ozzy Osbourne himself, but considering that neither Ward’s wife, Osbourne, nor any other Sabbath associates have come out with the “true” account after so long, I think it’s safe to say that Louise was real and is the woman on the cover. Osbourne’s hair definitely wasn’t that long at thetime, and while I DID attempt to look into more about Ward’s wife, I found nothing (no name, photos, age, etc.), which does kind of strike me as odd, but she’s likely just a private person.
What we know:
Her name may have been Louise
She appeared at a Sabbath show and was hired for the day
She disappeared after the shoot and hasn’t spoken publicly about it even after the album’s tremendous success
What we don’t know:
If her name was indeed Louise, or what her surname was
Where she is now
If the mystery figure is really her and not Ward’s Wife, Osbourne, etc.
Footnote: Some people have reported that Louise appears to be holding something in the picture. Reports on what the object is have ranged from a black cat, a stick/shovel, a dark sheet/cloth of some kind, or just part of the cloak she’s wearing. I think the last choice is the most likely, but I’d be sufficiently more creeped out if it was a cat or shovel.