Dec 12, 2017
clip from the 1986 PBS mini-series The Story of English feat. the Surf Punks, a Malibu-based pop punk band in the late 1970s-1980s
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clip from the 1986 PBS mini-series The Story of English feat. the Surf Punks, a Malibu-based pop punk band in the late 1970s-1980s
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The Brits had come in close and huddled around the door to their barracks, bringing with them Polish, French, Canadian, and others. They were jostling, a restless mob rolling over itself, until Lucy stepped forward with her guitar strap slung across her neck. She picked at the strings, spelling a familiar chord as the crowd began to quiet itself. “Now come all ye hunters who follow the gun,beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun. For Polly's own true love he shot in the dark, but oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark.” With the light from the evening setting her blonde hair ablaze, Lucy felt as close to home as she’d ever been.
mota long fic 👀👀 gimme gimme!!!
hellooooo!! i am always happy to share longfic content. i feel like the village crazy man over this fic and i need company lol. so as of right now there are ten new ocs in this fic, which is a ton. it's very fun and i love them all, so here's some of them being silly :)
“You’re the only girl for me,” Dougie scrawled. “I hope.”
“You’re not actually gonna write that?” asked Bev.
Dougie looked at her, mouth scrunching around his cigarette. “Why not?”
Bev rolled her eyes and leaned up on her elbows. The sand was coarse against her forearms, and the sun bright against her eyes. “We ladies appreciate a little stability and confidence. Not too much of an ego or anything,” she said, pointing a finger at Dougie. “But enough to let a girl know you’re serious.”
“Oh, give it a rest, Di Blasio,” said Croz, settling on the sand beside the bombardiers. “He’s a lost cause if ever there was one. You see him try his luck with Helen and Tatty the other week?”
Bev laughed, tossing her head back towards the sun-warm sky. “Didn’t have to see it,” she said. “Tatty was kind enough to fill me in.”
Dougie groaned, and Croz simply laughed.
my anonymous assumption is that you have always have the best takes, like, ever (this is a fact not an assumption)
STOPPPP THAT'S SO NICE 😭😭 no but actually sometimes i do feel a little 'old man yells at cloud' meme/like i'm just manically rambling about whatever to a wall so. cool to know some of the things i say resonate hehe. thank you!!!!!! <3