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THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
On March 24th, 2017 there will be 12 episodes of the original 1980’s version of the series released on Netflix in all their unabashed, shitty 80’s dubbed cheesy glory. Each episode will feature a “Fantasia”-style intro by members of VLD’s cast and crew about the memories and impact of the 80’s version.

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On this day in music history: August 2, 1986 - “Glory Of Love (Theme From The Karate Kid Part II)” by Peter Cetera hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 2 weeks, also topping the Adult Contemporary chart for 5 weeks on July 19, 1986. Written by Peter Cetera, David Foster and Diane Nini, it is the first solo chart topper for the singer, songwriter and musician from Chicago, IL. After spending seventeen years as the bassist, vocalist and co-founding member of the legendary rock band Chicago, Peter Cetera leaves for a solo career. Cetera’s departure in the Summer of 1985 comes after tensions between the band members arise when the bassist becomes the visual and media focal point of the band. While working on his second solo album, the singer is approached by United Artists executives Jerry and Bob Greenberg who ask Cetera if he will do a song for “The Karate Kid II”, the sequel to the hit 1984 film starring Ralph Macchio and Pat Morita. Cetera agrees, and after playing them one song that they aren’t interested in, he plays them part of an incomplete song. The Greenbergs love what they hear and ask Peter to finish it for the film. But when writer’s block keeps him from finishing the song, Cetera plays it for his then wife Diane, who thinks he’s singing “the glory of love” when first hearing it. She writes the rest of the lyrics, and Peter puts down his vocals in the studio. Released as the first single from the “Karate Kid II” soundtrack and Peter Cetera’s album “Solitude/Solitaire” in May of 1986, it quickly becomes a smash. Entering the Hot 100 at #62 on June 7, 1986, it races to the top of the chart eight weeks later. Warner Bros Records also issues the US 45 with two variants of the picture sleeve. One features a color photo of Cetera (taken by famed fashion photographer Herb Ritts) with his name printed in a reddish orange tint on the front. A rarer variation is also issued with the same photo printed in black and white, with the graphics in a lime green tint. “Glory Of Love” is nominated for the Golden Globe and the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1987, and a Grammy nomination for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance.

Quiet: 2012 Donnie X Reader

Request: I don’t know what u clarify as one shot so is something small with 2012 donnie ok ? 😄

Prompt: Donnie always saw you reading on your rooftop, and never once saw you without a book. But unbeknownst to him, there’s a reason why you spend so much time up there and not in your room.

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: Neglectful parents

Author’s Note: This is based off the song “Quiet” from the musical, Matilda, just for reference.

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Donatello first spotted you when you were sitting on the rooftop, reading a book by Oscar Wilde called “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” You were so enthralled in the book that you barely noticed or even heard he and his brothers jumping from roof to roof. You, with your eyes not moving away from the words on the page that let a burst of colorful imagery flow through your mind, looked so at peace and in such a loving state when you read that it almost intrigued Donnie. He wondered what was going through your mind at that moment, but he couldn’t figure that out before his brothers urged him to keep moving forward.

And so each time he passed by your apartment building, there you were; reading on the roof with a new book in your hand and that same focused look on your gentle features. This went on for a couple weeks, and you never once noticed Donnie watching you. In a non-creepy way, of course.

One night, while you were reading a wonderfully terrifying Stephen King novel, Donatello caught a glimpse of what you endured at home.

As you turned the page of your book, the door to the roof opened, and out came your mother dressed in her 80’s-esque glory. Anyone who saw her for the first time would’ve been taken aback. After all, her hair was practically the height and angle of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and her makeup stood out with its bright pink and blue vibrancy to match her cocktail dress and heels of the same colors.

“Y/N!” She shouted in her irritating hitch-pitched voice.

“Yes, mother?” You spoke, your eyes not leaving the book’s words.

“You were supposed to finish working on fixing the sink!” She snapped.

“And why is it that I have to be the one to pull this off?” You asked.

You knew why you were the one forced to do these things, but you always questioned why your parents were so cheap that they didn’t even want to hire a plumber to do these things for you. You’d expect the father of the family to also know how to do these things, but he never bothered to even learn. You, on the other hand, had read a number of books on fixing things when the library had no good fiction books left to read.

“You know I have dance class tonight! Besides, your father’s favorite show is on tonight and he can’t miss it!” She explained, tossing a piece of her hair away from her face.

“Right,” You spoke, finally closing your book and turning to your mother, a sarcastic and perturbed smirk on your face. “Because watching hopeless nobodies from nowhere fighting each other for money is more important than our water system. That makes so much sense.”

You tried to walk past your mother, but she tightly gripped your arm. She stared you dead in your eyes and sneered, “Are you getting smart with me?”

Well, someone in this family has to be. You felt like saying, but kept it to yourself.

Instead, you let out a simple, “No.”

“Good,” She spoke lowly. “Now, go fix that sink.”

Donatello watched from the building adjacent to yours and saw just why you went up there by yourself. He saw you through your apartment windows. While your father was sitting like a lazy couch potato and your mother was making annoyed faces at you as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror because you were just doing what she asked of you, you were using all your strength and patience to fix that stupid sink that your mother had clogged somehow.

The purple-branded turtle had realized that the reason for you going to rooftops was to escape from your situations at home. It was probably fun to just go off into another world to get away from the one you were forced to live day by day. It was quiet up there.

The next day, Donnie noticed that you seemed completely unfocused, something that was unlike you. You bit your lip in frustration as your eyes attempted to san the words and take them all in, but for some odd reason, you couldn’t seem to comprehend S.E. Hinton’s words. Finally letting the frustration get to you, you slammed the book shut and let it sit on the edge of the building.

You were silent for a short while, letting thoughts consume you as you stared off into the mess of buildings and city lights.

You finally spoke up, “I know you’re there.”

It shocked Donnie at first to hear your voice. You spoke so suddenly, and so quietly, but he still heard you loud and clear, as if you were trying to let him hear you. And because of this, he became frightened. He kept silent and waited for you to say something else.

“I know you’ve been watching me lately, and I know you saw all that yesterday… and I want you to show yourself,” You said, looking up at the spot where Donnie was hiding on the building across from yours. “Please.”

He hesitated at first, but he finally said, “You won’t like what you see.”

“I’ve already seen you.” You confessed, shocking Donnie.

“Y-You have?” He stammered.

“I may be a deep reader, but I have peripheral vision,” You softly laughed with no real emotion lacing your voice. “I’m not afraid, you know. There are a lot scarier and stranger creatures in the world. Heck, two of them are living in my own apartment. So trust me when I say I’m not afraid.”

Donnie took a moment to consider if you were telling the truth or not, but he stepped out from his spot behind the billboard and made eye contact with you from across the way. Low and behold, you were actually smiling sweetly. You weren’t screaming and your eyes weren’t wide with fear, but gentleness. You had just met him, and you were completely calm. Even April was fearful to even get near him when they first met.

“Hi,” You spoke, extending your arm so h could shake your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“U-Um, Donatello,” Donnie sputtered, graciously taking your five-fingered hand in his three-fingered one. “But you c-can call me Donnie.”

And after that point, your life was never quiet. You got into a world of insanity, one hat was beyond any of your books. But when you were with him, it was a different kind of quiet, a beautiful one.

So the other day I was volunteering at the animal shelter and was just minding my own business with the cats when this old lady comes in and goes, “Are you part of the tribe?” (I live adjacent to a Native American reservation). I looked down at my shirt and realized I had worn my tie-dye shirt with the word “PRIDE” written in large letters across the front of it.
“No..?” I say.
“Oh. Are you a lesbian then?” she says.
Speechless and mouth opening and closing like a fish, I ponder what to say. Lie and shove myself back in the closet? Eventually I decide to risk telling her.
“Yes…?” I reply hesitantly, wincing at the impending backlash that from prior experience in similar situations have come to expect.
But instead of dousing me with holy water, the woman just laughs.
“Me, too! I bet you don’t run into that many older dykes around here!” she says.
Then she sets down her old boom box and starts playing classical music all the while telling me all about her glory days back in the 70’s and 80’s and all the underground lesbian hot spots in our small town that she wishes she was still young enough to go to (she’s in her early 70’s).
And that’s the story of how a baby dyke and a dusty dyke became best friends in one of the cat adoption rooms at an animal shelter.

Madonna “Madonna” released on this date, July 27th, in 1983. I’m taking a sharp turn from the usual Vault-focus on rock/punk/garage/blues to pure 80′s dance pop and all its glory that manifested in Madonna’s first album. Though sometimes panned and often reviled (i.e. this review from Blender: “quacking synths, overperky bass and state-of-the-art mechanical disco, with Madonna strapped to the wing rather than holding the controls. It’s a breathless, subtlety-free debut..”), Madonna was instrumental in moving dance music out of club-exclusivity and into the popular mainstream with this top-selling LP which peaked at #8 in the US and #6 in the UK. Madonna is over- processed and over-polished (which basically sums up most of the 80′s) but it’s also infectiously glorious. Rolling Stone called it “an irresistible invitation to the dance.”

Madonna released five singles from the LP; two singles charted only on the dance charts: “Everybody” and “Burning Up” which both came out before the album. Three singles did make it to the Top 100 charts: “Holiday” (#16 US, #2 UK), “Lucky Star” (#4 US, #14 UK) and “Borderline” (#10 US, #2 UK). “Holiday” was the first song I ever heard by Madonna and my 12-year-old self was enthralled by the danceable disco beat and girly vocals. And then I saw the video for “Lucky Star” and a thousand black rubber bangles and beauty marks were launched. I think I spent the next year scrutinizing her dance moves and practicing them out in the fields surrounding our house and with friends at sleepovers. We could not get enough of Madonna: her voice, her moves, her look. 

I don’t want a day with you or a week or a month or even a year. 

I want a lifetime. 


I want to be with you in our 20’s when we’re young and foolish and still trying to figure things out. 


I want to be with you in our 30’s when we’ve calmed down and matured and we’re looking to settle. We can get married and buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and start a family.


I want to be with you in our 40’s when our lives are stable and we’re still paying off the mortgage on our house and we can watch our kids grow up and we’ll have a mini van that we drive them to soccer practice in. 


I want to be with you in our 50’s when our hair turns greys and our kids go off to college and the house feels empty but it’ll be okay because we’ll still have each other.


I want to be with you in our 60’s when we retire and maybe we can travel the world together.


I want to be with you in our 70’s when we become grandparents and we can sit in rocking chairs on a porch somewhere and tell stories about our glory days.


I want to be with you in our 80’s when we’re old and senile and we’re in a retirement home. And we forget each other’s name but never the way we feel.


I want to be with you in our 90’s when death is knocking at our doorstep and my last words will be your name and we’ll be buried next to each other. And I will be right by your side until our bones turn to dust and the universe reclaims us.

—  f.a.w

Legendery Swedish chopper club Denvers from Stockholm SWE who single handedly recreated the long chopper and initiated the amazing Swedish chopper scene that exploded into full glory in the 80's 

anonymous asked:

can you please give me some good rap/hip hop songs that would be considered good driving songs?

if you’re tryna have a nice afternoon drive

  • hollywood // vic mensa
  • the glory // kanye west
  • 80’s boobs // showyousuck
  • don’t tell ‘em // jeremih
  • believe me // lil wayne ft. drake
  • hol’ up // kendrick lamar (also like gkmc is the perfect album to drive to)
  • i won // future ft. kanye west
  • studio // schoolboy q
  • illuminate // ab-soul 

if it past 10pm and you’re tryna get hyped on the way to a party 

  • shabba // a$ap ferg
  • trophies // drake 
  • fight night // migos
  • this is how we do it // montell jordan
  • who do you love? // yg
  • i’m in it // kanye west
  • bustin’ at em // waka flocka 
  • shit remix // future ft. drake + juicy j
  • fuck you tahm bout // chance the rapper