shout at the radio

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The Beatles at Cow Palace, 19th August 1964 - the first concert of the Beatles first US tour. 


“On tour that year, it was crazy. Not within the band. In the band we were normal, and the rest of the world was crazy.”
[George, Anthology]


Within the first few seconds of the first song, ‘Twist and Shout,’ a radio journalist was trampled and a young girl’s leg was broken as some of the 17,300 fans rushed the stage; the sold-out concert was held up for five minutes to restore order. And thanks to an offhand comment by George Harrison about the group’s affinity for jelly beans, The Beatles were pelted with flying jelly beans throughout their 33-minute, 12-song set. The band left the Cow Palace by a decoy ambulance, their limousine immovable as it was swarmed by rabid fans!
[From the auction catalogue description for this set of photos, sold in 2012]


Source: RR Auctions, photographer unknown.

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SUZETTE QUINTANILLA ARRIAGA Selena brought a camera to the Grammys so she could take pictures of the stars. She didn’t understand that she was a star! I’ll never forget those words: “The Grammy goes to … Live! Selena!” We were screaming at the top of our lungs. I remember when we left Radio City Music Hall we heard people shouting her name outside. She turned around, in complete shock, and said to me, “They know me?” Then she turned back around and tried to be all cool, waving at them like Miss America. She laughed and whispered to me, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I fell right now?”

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RANSACK

(short story written in first person)

SYNOPSIS - You are a member of the Alexandria community, and the Saviors come and ransack the district on their weekly visit. Some of Negans men demolish the small Southern Magnolia tree you had planted in memory of your sister who had died during the breakout of the apocalypse. Leaving you broken-hearted and Negan writhing in guilt.

WARNING - swearing

Word count - 1,817

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I was sat in my underwear by my dresser humming along to ‘Twist and Shout’ that was playing on my small clock radio. While putting my freshly washed, damp hair, up in a bun I heard a loud commotion outside. Knowing full well what it was my happy content mood had vanished, I rushed while putting my blue jeans, flannel shirt and combat boots on, and went outside to look for Rick.

I ran out to the porch and down the wooden stairs, the place was in instant chaos. Mothers were running out of their homes with their young children while the Saviors trashed the place, I flickered my eyes around in panic trying to find Rick or Daryl. I began jogging down the communal street towards the entrance of Alexandria in hopes that I’d find one of them. On my way there I noticed a few of Negans people in the garden, I walked over to see if Rick was there. My heart fell at the sight in front of me, three of the Saviors were laughing amongst themselves while pulling and yanking at my newly planted Southern Magnolia tree. Eventually extracting it by the roots. They were destroying my little tree, something I’d spent months watering and pruning.

“Stop !!” I yelled, anger fuelling me as I marched towards them. None of them heard me as they continued with their path of destruction.

“Hey ! I said STOP !!” I screamed again pushing one of them away from what once bridged the gap between my sanity and insanity.

“Do not fucking touch me again you little bitch, do you know who we are ??” snapped one as he got close into my personal space.

“Woah woah what’s the fucking issue !“hollered a voice from behind me. I turned to see Negan strut from behind a hedge carrying Lucille on his shoulder with a smug look in his face, classic ‘villain entrance’ style.

“This bitch is crying over a fucking bush” he said in a growl.

“Your pack of dogs are destroying my tree !” I retorted, earning a cold stare from the guy as another one held him back from pouncing at me.

“Stupid bitch pushed me for it too” he snapped keeping his glare on me.

“I wouldn’t have pushed you in the first place if you hadn’t ruined it !” I yelled as I walked past to get a better view of the damage. I fell to my knees in despair, my eyes began welling up with tears.

“Are you fucking crying ?” Said Negan with furrowed brows and a smirk, earning a chuckle from his men.

“Now I know we’re pretty fucking scary, but crying ? Really ? You people seriously don’t have a sense of humour” he said, again finished by the obnoxious chuckle from his men.

Moments later Rick walked at a quick pace after hearing the friction coming from us, once he noticed my tree completely destroyed with Negan and his men surrounding me as I cried, he put two and two together. He walked over to me, and kneeled down to my level.

“Come on, it’s alright. We can fix this” He said softly. “Go inside, I’ll be there in a minute” he finished as I began making my way back to the house, I stopped once I was out of sight and began listening to them.

“God damn, what’s the fucking problem ?” asked Negan with a smirk. “Getting emotional over a fucking bush”

My blood boiled at his comment.

“You don’t get it, that tree was planted there by her in commemoration of her sister. She had nothing left, no pictures, no belongings nothing. This tree was the only thing she had in memory of her, and you destroyed it” explained Rick as he shook his head. A tear fell from my eye as I thought back to the memories I had with my sister.

Silence fell between them all, I peaked around the corner to see Negan sigh and grip the bridge of his nose. Almost as if he’d realised the real damage they had caused.

After glaring at each man that stood in front of him, Rick turned around and walked to the house. When I heard his footsteps I silently crept into the house and laid down on the sofa.

I looked up to see Rick enter the house, ever since I met him six years ago he was the closest thing to a father figure I ever had. Both my sister and I were in a care home when I was fifteen during the virus break out, and we literally had to fend for ourselves. Once I found Rick, I knew I would be okay. Even after my sister passed.

“We have more seeds, we can grow another one. You can’t let those lowlives have the last laugh” said Rick softly as he sat down by my legs.

I nodded slowly in agreement, with a few sniffles as I stared blankly at nothing in particular.

“Want me to stay here with you ?” He ask.

“No it’s okay, you go out there with the rest of the group. I’ll probably just take a nap” I croaked out weakly.

“Alright, if you need me you know where I am” he said as he got to his feet and made his way out.

I grabbed a cotton blanket that was folded on the spine of the couch and got under it, I closed my eyes and began drifting off. The sound of a door opening jolted me out of it before I could fall into a deep sleep. I opened my eyes slightly assuming it would be Rick coming back to get something, I was surprised and a little afraid to see Negan step in looking around the interior of the house. I sat up abruptly, which turned out to be a mistake when Negans head shot to my direction. His mouth formed a grin.

“There you fucking are” he said as he put Lucille on the table along with his leather gloves and strut towards you.

“Why are you here?” I whispered out

“Well, that’s no way to fucking greet your guest is it ?” He said with a grin as he stopped once he was by the sofa.

“You’re not a guest” I said without thinking.

“Oh come on, a little fucking hospitality wouldn’t go amiss” he retorted with a wink.

“You know what, forget it. Do what you want, because I’m past the point of caring to be perfectly honest” I snapped as I got to my feet and went to go upstairs.

“Okay okay, look. What my men did to your tree was unnecessary, cruel, and just fucking scummy. Trust me, they’re going to be fucking punished for it later. But in the meantime please, let me make it up to you” he suggested.

“Believe me, there’s nothing you could ever do to make up for this. Just do me a favour, take your pack of mutts and leave, I don’t want to hear it” I said as I ran upstairs and went to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I closed all the curtains, switched off the light and sat on my bed. I put my bedside lamp on and grabbed my sketch book from my drawer, along with some sketching pencils.

Turning a few pages I reached a folio where I was halfway through a drawing and I continued with the project in silence for a half hour or so, it was a detailed diagram of an Autumn leaf I kept a few months back. Nature was something I was infectiously fond of, and I often drew whenever I had free time.

The sound of my door creaking open behind me didn’t go unnoticed, "have they gone Rick ?“ I asked not bothering to turn around.

"Oh we’re very much still here doll” I heard, making me turn around. Negan was stood leaning against the doorframe, his eyes soaked in his surroundings.

“You have no right being in here” I said lowly.

“I fucking apologised, what more do you want?” He said with a huff.

“I want you to go” I replied

“Fine. I get it, you want me to leave you’re room. I’ll go-”

“Not here, this place. I want you to leave Alexandria. You’re wrecking what little life we have left here, this world is difficult enough without you and your gang of disciples making it that much worse. Look, I don’t know you that well nor do I know what life you had before. But what are you trying to prove ?” I finished.

“What? You thought you were all going to grow old together, sitting around the table at Sunday dinner in the happily ever after ? No… doesn’t fucking work like that. Not anymore.” he said patronisingly.

"No that’s not what I’m saying ! I’m saying why make someone’s life harder when it’s barely manageable as it is ?! You say you want to start a new world order, that you want to build a new civilisation. But doing it this way ? Forcing people to bow down to you, like your some sort of God? Building a new civilisation isn’t about creating a new world, it’s about fixing the world we already have. I just don’t see this world being a better place following your rules” I said as I turned back around.

After a few seconds of silence I expected him to retaliate, but all I heard was the sound of my door being quietly shut.

I continued with my drawing in peace and quiet for a good hour, the sound of the front door knocking pulled me out of my focus. I trotted downstairs and opened to see Daryl.

“Hey” I said

“Come with me” was all he said before he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. I noticed we were going towards the direction of where my tree was and I stopped walking.

“No Daryl I’m not going back there, I’ve already seen the damage. I don’t want a reminder” I said as I went to walk back.

“No no ! Trust me, you’re going to want to see this” he said in all seriousness. I furrowed my brows in confusion, and reluctantly continued.

Turning the corner my eyes widened at the sight, there in front of me was a fully grown Southern Magnolia. Flowers blossomed and all.

“What ? I…” I began in confusion.

“Here” said Rick as he handed me a note.

‘Found this beauty about 20 miles south of the W Midtown Atlanta, hope this makes your life a little easier -N’

I small smiled graced my face at the sight, Rick put his arm around me and brought me into a hug as we all stood by the tree.

“Your sister would be proud of you” said Rick quietly to me.

I sighed, taking in the view in front of me.

“Thanks, Rick”

a-different-state-of-mindset  asked:

So like Dinah was Live on IG, there was Her, Ally and Tara in the car and they were listening to the radio singing along to The Weeknd, Big Sean and Zayn ft. Taylor, all of a sudden the radio guy gave a shout out to them! Cause someone tweeted the station that Dinah them were listening. So Ally decides to call the station and stuff but I wanted the radio station to be petty and play Bad Things lol I wanted to see what would happen, like will they change the station or what hahaha

Lmao…that would’ve been hella petty. 😂 But hella interesting for the rest of us…😩😏

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HD: Little Mix - Shout Out To My Ex (Radio 1’s Teen Awards 2016)

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jack harkness is not just a flirt | 1/? | 1.12 - child soldier

“so, what do i do? tell them, i saw a young boy get shot in the eyes mid-flight?”

“i understand.”

“do you? did you hear him on the radio shouting for his Mom while the Messerschmitts pumped him full of holes and blew his plane apart? all i can hear on the radio…”

“is screams…”

shout out to mr. head

first name RADIO!!!!!!! Radio head hahah well you see its a little joke about the band radiohead, in case you dont get it, its real funny actually to pretend that radiohead is someones name and not the band