#but what a career...total legend <3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

disneyprincemuke · 4 months

Text

the schumacher problem * femdriver

pairings: mick schumacher x femdriver, logan sargeant x femdriver, oscar piastri x femdriver

notes: hi i skipped 2022 cause i was too lazy to write it <3

-> 2020

“come here, we need to introduce you to some people.”

“if you’re gonna jump scare me like that one time with david beckham. i’m not going to stand there like an idiot again. i’ve practiced and grown.”

“no, fuck face. we’re introducing you to your team next year. you know… prema? the team giving you a fighting chance in motorsport?”

“i will kick you out of my house, you know.”

“guys, this is the best friend we keep talking about!” oscar beams, jumping over to grab her wrist. he pulls her away from logan and puts a hand on her back, urging her to step forward. “she’s joining prema next year for her f3 career.”

“right, hi,” she smiles with a small nod. she takes a step back and one more towards oscar. “i’m really excited to work with you guys.”

“oh, hey! we’ve met before.” frederik steps forward and smiles. “at one of oscar and logan’s races.”

“how come i’ve never met her before?” a disembodied voice makes her lean slightly forward to peek over oscar’s shoulder. a wide smile and a pair of blue eyes are now looking at her. “you guys are hiding her from me or something?”

“yeah, mate. because we totally keep her in a dungeon cause she's not allowed other friends but us,” logan scoffs. he puts a hand on her back and pushes her a step forward. “you know mick, don’t you, (y/n)? schumacher.”

her back straightens. “oh. the schumacher?” she whispers, turning to logan with wide eyes. “like the man, the myth, the legend: michael schumacher’s son? mick schumacher?”

oscar raises an eyebrow. “i told you we were in prema with mick. what is wrong with you?”

“i don’t know. what do i say to him?”

“mate, i thought you said you practiced?” logan snorts, one hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. “why are you freezing up now?”

“nepotism goes kinda hard. i’m a big fan of him and his dad. this is not the same as the david beckham situation.”

“you’re kinda cute, aren’t you?”

simultaneously, the three best friends turn their head to the german with his head tilted to the side. “me?” she asks, pointing a finger to her chest. she looks around for any other person he could be talking about before settling to look at him again. “you think i’m cute?”

“pretty sure,” frederik smiles with a nod. “it would be kind of awkward if he was talking about oscar, right?”

oscar shrugs. “my girlfriend tells me i’m pretty cute.”

“not the same, dude,” logan mutters. he looks down at her and smacks her shoulder. “hey, snap out of it!”

frederik glances at mick, whose smile has grown a lot more since the redness on her cheeks crept up and she’s resigned to hiding behind oscar’s shoulder. he’s just about to say something when another figure walking into the room catches his attention.

frederik beams and throws his arm up into the air. he grabs her shoulders and forces her to turn around. “oh, robert’s over there! robert! we want you to meet somebody!”

“hey, great qualifying run.” she turns around and unclips her helmet.

“oh, mick,” she smiles with a nod. she puts her helmet between her legs and fixes her hair. “thank you. i didn’t know you were watching — i thought you were preparing for your own race.”

“i had some extra time,” mick smiles at her. he points to the helmet. “do you need some help? i can help you with that.”

“no, it’s ok-“ she smiles when mick presses his lips into a thin line. “yeah, i need some help. thank you.”

she reaches between her legs and offers mick her helmet. he takes into her hands and steps back, gesturing towards the end of parc ferme.

“so, uh,” she sighs, looking around. “where’s oscar?”

“getting ready for the race.”

“so why aren’t you doing the same?” she shrieks, brushing her hands through her hair. she tries to untangle her hair as they walk. “complacent?”

“not complacent. i know i’m good,” mick grins with a soft giggle. “anyway, are you doing anything tonight? um, after the race?”

she hums, brushing all of her hair over to one shoulder. “ice cream with logan and oscar.”

“you quite like your ice cream, it seems. i heard you guys always get ice cream after your races,” mick grins. “what’s your favourite flavour?

“rocky road with marshmallows.”

“but doesn’t rocky road already have marshmallows?”

“yeah.”

“interesting.”

“it’s really good. if you want, you can join us tonight. i’m sure they don’t mind.”

"really? are you sure?"

"yeah! then tell me your verdict on my favourite ice cream pairing. you'll love it, i swear."

"good luck on your race!"

logan looks up from his phone, scowling slightly at the driver in red standing outside the garage. he raises an eyebrow, watching her beam and walk over towards the entrance.

"hey, mick," she laughs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "wow, i'm starting to see you a lot in my garage. i'd say it's becoming a habit."

"just wanted to wish you luck in person," mick smiles, leaning against the wall. he folds his arms over his chest and leans his weight on one leg as he looks down at her. "confident to make it into the top 10?"

"hopefully. i'm feeling good today," she nods, wide eyes staring up at mick. she has her hands clasped behind her back as she converses with the older driver. "who knows? i might even win the race."

"oh, definitely. i'll be rooting for you."

"thanks, i need that." she takes a step back. "i need to finish my race prep. i'll see you right before your race? the least i can do is wish you luck in person too, since you came all this way."

"okay. make sure you're there - else, i won't start my race without your luck."

she laughs, stepping back and waving as the german walks away. she turns around with a roll of her eyes and a giddy grin on her face. logan, having watched the entire interaction not too far from them, has put his phone down on his lap.

"you know he likes you," logan says, pointing a finger at her. she looks down at him, clueless clearly written all over her face. "you know that, right? there's no way you don't know that."

she hums, raising her eyebrows and then furrowing them. "what are you talking about?"

"he literally has an f2 race to prep for and he walked all the way here to wish you luck," logan explains, unsure of how she's oblivious to the fact. "he could have just texted you. he has your number, doesn't he?"

"i don't think it's as deep as you make it out to be, logan," she shrugs. "you would've done the same."

"yeah, but we literally have been racing against one another for years. we live together!" logan throws his head back, smacking his forehead in frustration. "that's different!"

she presses her lips together and looks off into the distance. "i don't think it's that serious, mate."

logan just shrugs, sinking into his seat as he rolls his eyes. "whatever you wanna believe."

"hey, wait up!"

oscar turns his head before her, raising an eyebrow as he watches mick run towards them with something in his hands. "hey?" oscar mutters in confusion.

"hi," mick greets him quickly, before turning to the girl standing next to him. "i was at the interview table and they were giving out popsicles. i thought you might appreciate it more than me."

she looks down at it. "oh, thank you. are you sure? i mean... mick... this is yours."

"i don't really like popsicles," mick shrugs, continuing to offer her the cold refreshment. "it's grape. it's really good."

"if it's really go-"

"just take it."

"alright," she nods, taking the popsicle into her hands hesitantly. "do you want something in return? i've got a twix bar in my bag, but it's-"

"i'll see you later! i have an interview i'm late for, actually. just wanted to give you that," mick says hurriedly. he pats her shoulder before he turns and darts off from the direction he initially came from.

she slowly turns to look at oscar, who's got an equally confused stare, looking down at her with a small scowl on his face. "what was that about?"

oscar shrugs. "i don't know, but you should eat that popsicle before it starts melting."

the resume their walk in silence, not fully processing the event that happened too quick for them to consume. she's eating the popsicle now, eyes still squinted in confusion.

"i've been looking for popsicles everywhere and no one can tell me where to get one! everyone in the prema garage has one for some reason," logan screams, approaching her with his hands on his hips. "where did you get yours? why do you have one? is this a sick prank someone is pulling on me?"

she shrugs. "mick gave this to me."

logan slumps his shoulders. "mick gave that to you?"

"yeah," she nods. "interview table or something, he said."

"i was just there! there were no popsicles there!"

oscar looks between his best friends as he sports a growing smile. slowly, he starts bubbling with laughter, clutching his stomach as he points at her. "oh, my god! you're so stupid!"

"what?"

"mick has a crush on you!" oscar screams. "you've got the epitome of nepotism crushing on you! that's so cute!"

"that's what i told her like weeks ago!" logan points out. "give me that popsicle - i deserve it more than you do."

"oh, piss off!" she screams, swiftly running behind oscar and swatting logan's hands away from her. "i'm sure there's a freezer filled with popsicles in the garage somewhere. you'll find yours."

"no way! mick definitely has a stash dedicated for you! i've only seen red popsicles. i want the grape one!" logan runs around oscar, eager to take the popsicle in the younger girl's hands. "give it to me - he'll give you another one!"

-> 2021

"hey, congrats on the podium."

"thank you- oh, mick! don't you have your debut race to be preparing for?"

"i just wanted to drop by and congratulate you," mick grins. he steps back, scanning her new look in the red race suit he used to sport as well. "red looks good on you."

"it does, doesn't it?" she smiles, twirling with her arms stretched out. "i have to admit - i'm not sure haas colours are yours."

"hey. that's mean."

"maybe i'm just not used to it," she shrugs. she swings her helmet in her hands. "can i watch the race from your garage? you reckon gunther would let me?"

mick laughs, waving off her concerns. "of course, he loves you! just meet me in the garage when you're done? i'll get you a spot."

"okay!"

she waves as he turns to walk away, making one last comment about how he'll be waiting for her before disappearing into the crowd.

"oi, fuck face."

"will it kill you to be nice to me for once, logan?"

"are you sure about this?" she raises her eyebrows, looking down at the white car with her lips pressed together. "what if i crash this? it's your car."

"don't think so much about it," mick shrugs, hands on his hips as he watches her clutch onto her helmet for dear life. "it's just another car. you've driven an f1 car before, haven't you?"

"once during crash testing. that's not the same!"

"not much of a difference." mick pushes her towards the car and grins. "come on, free practice is about to start. get inside - i didn't beg gunther for nothing."

she looks at him from the corner of her eyes. "okay, but if i crash, don't hold it against me."

"i did kinda force you to test drive my car. no hard feelings if you crash," mick shrugs. "just don't die."

"oh, we'll see about that last part," she sighs, pulling her helmet down her head. "i think about that often - you know, cause i've lived with oscar and logan for like almost half of my life at this point."

"oh, you're leaving the paddocks alone tonight? did the powerpuff trio get into a fight or something?" mick teases, catching up to her as she taps her card against the reader.

"no, um," she laughs, "lily is in town for oscar and logan's got a date. no way i'm third-wheeling oscar and lily tonight."

mick nods, pressing his lips together. in his head, gears are already turning in his head. true, he finds her cute. but it's not like he can do anything.

she seems very dead set on her racing career.

"i don't actually have anything planned for tonight," he clears his throat. he takes a deep breath, unsure of how she will take his offer. "do you maybe wanna grab some dinner? there's this restaurant nearby that seb always raves about."

he sighs in relief when her face lights up. "really? can we get ice cream too? i was gonna drop by this store near my hotel and eat it while i watch a show - i always have ice cream after my race. i'm not stopping today."

"yeah, there's this ice cream parlour close by," mick nods. actually, he looked into spots in the area when he saw oscar leaving the paddocks with lily and logan rushing to leave by himself 20 minutes ago.

he had it all planned out. "so, what do you say?" he lifts up his car keys. "you can drive if you want."

she gasps, reaching out for the car keys in his hands. "seriously? i get to drive your super expensive car that i know, for a fact, you never let anyone else drive?"

mick nods. "is that a yes?"

she nods excitedly, hopping slightly as she follows him towards where his car is parked. she puts her hand on the door handle right before she goes in. "you must like me if you're letting me drive your car."

he laughs nervously, eyes widening as he opens the door from the passenger side. it seems that she's catching on somehow. "get in before i change my mind."

"what the hell are you guys doing?"

her and mick, sitting with their backs against the bed frame, merely inches away from the small screen of her nintendo switch in the cramped hotel room turns to the kiwi at the entryway of her hotel room. they've got controllers in their hands, focused on the game on the tiny screen.

"i'm beating mick at mario kart."

"not true," mick mutters. "i'm letting her win after she cried about retiring from her race today."

"you cried?" logan throws his head back, pushing past liam and oscar who are further into the room. he slips his shoes off before jumping on her bed. "are you okay?"

"i didn't cry. i had something in my eye and now mick is telling everyone i cried," she scoffs. "also, i'm beating him fair and square."

"well, uh," liam trails off, holding up two bags. "we got the alcohol you asked us to get on the way back from the track. sorry for your dnf, mate."

"yeah, whatever," she mutters.

"i was talking to mick."

"oh, ok."

"i'm used to it," mick shakes his head. "hey, stop pushing me! you're cheating!"

"it's a power-up!"

"you're pushing me in real life, mate!"

oscar has already hopped over her bed, rummaging her suitcase in silence. "where's the extra controllers? i wanna play too."

liam looks at logan with a small smile, seeing that their friends would be busy with other matters. "tequila?"

logan glances at the pair sitting with their shoulders touching, shoving each other periodically to throw one another off from their game. he looks at liam. "a full shot."

-> 2023

"don't you have a mercedes to be with?" she teases as the door opens, chewing on the inside of her cheek as the german stands at the door. "what are you doing here?"

mick raises an eyebrow. "you literally crashed. i just wanted to see if you're okay."

she smiles. "thank you. i'm okay." she looks down and chomps down on her twix bar as mick takes the empty spot next to sebastian on the couch. "isn't toto looking for you?"

"no, he was asking me to check in on you," mick grins. "is there anything i can help you with? food, drinks, anything?"

"look at the food surrounding her," sebastian laughs, gesturing at the packets of snacks and drinks by her thighs. "i don't think she needs any more food than this."

mick looks at the older man. "i didn't ask you."

she giggles, rolling her eyes. "i'm okay, thank you." she grabs a packet of doritos not too far from her and extends her arm towards them. "snack while we wait for the doctor to come back with my results?"

mick nods, cupping his hands as he awaits the packet. "have oscar and logan come around to find you yet?"

"not yet. these are the ones sebastian brought me from my emergency stash in my garage."

"your what in your garage?"

sebastian sighs, nodding. "she has an emergency stash of snacks in the garage for emergencies. i guess she had a point when she did that because i didn't have to look far for those."

"interesting."

"what are you two kids whispering about over there?"

she straightens her back from her hunched position in the corner, turning to sebastian with a small and guilty grin. the man in white next to her, also turns to him with wide eyes.

"hi, seb."

"what are you doing in our garage? shouldn't you be in mercedes with toto and susie?"

"i'm on my lunch break," mick smiles, wiping his lips from the brown residue of the chocolate they'd been indulging in previously. "i just brought her something."

sebastian narrows his eyes. "then why are you hiding it from me?"

"no reason," she shrugs, moving slightly towards mick to hide what's behind them from sebastian's sight. "you should go for your meeting, seb."

"you're being very suspicious. what's behind you?"

she shakes her head. "nothing." she looks up at mick and taps his hand. "tell him it's nothing."

"nothing," mick says immediately, pressing his lips into a thin line. "you don't wanna find out."

sebastian sighs. "you didn't bring her rocky road ice cream, did you?"

mick's eyes widen, a confession almost spilling past his lips at his guess. she quickly cuts him off and shakes her head profusely. "of course not! you and noah told me to stop eating ice cream before my races, so of course i'm not eating ice cream."

"i literally see chocolate at the corner of your lips."

"i'm sorry! she wouldn't stop texting me about craving for rocky road and marshmallows!" mick sighs in shame, dropping his head to avoid sebastian's stern stare.

"i told you to stop eating ice cream before a race! it gives you a tummy ache every time! what makes you think this time will be different?"

mick lifts his head with a proud smile. "it's lactose intolerant friendly."

"really?" she coos, turning to him with a bright smile. "that's so nice - where did you get that?"

"i found it in the store when george and i were-"

"stop giving her ice cream before her race!"

she follows sebastian through the crowd, keeping her head low to avoid getting spotted by the cameras. she's got one last media commitment to head to before she can follow carlos and lando to the nightclub nearby.

hands grabs her shoulders, prompting her look up. "mick!"

"i've been looking for you everywhere!" mick smiles. "congrats on the podium!"

"thank you!" she smiles, wrapping her arms around him for a hug immediately. "you're joining us at the club after, right?"

"of course. congrats again, mate." he wraps his arms around her, squeezing her and twirling her around.

"kid, come on! we don't have time!" sebastian grunts, turning around to tug her out of mick's grasp. "talk to mick later!"

"okay, okay!" she shrieks, letting sebastian pull her away. she turns around to wave at mick. "i'll see you in the club! get me a drink, okay!"

"i don't get it!" she shrieks, thumbs spamming the buttons of her controller as her eyes fill with tears. "what am i supposed to do?"

"no, just wash the dishes. i'm making the food," mick says calmly, jaw locked as he focuses on the item on the screen. "just wash the dishes."

"mate, are you stupid?" liam screams, one thumb pressing a button as he smacks oscar on the back. "we're losing to mick and (y/n)! we can't let that happen!"

"how about instead of screaming at me, mate, you actually chop up some stupid potatoes! this is why we're losing - you keep micromanaging me!" oscar screams at liam, finally losing his cool.

he had tried to play overcooked as calmly as mick, but it clearly isn't working when he is paired up with liam. logan, sitting at the table, fingers covered in glue with small tears of paper laid around him scoffs.

"thanks for the help, guys. i really appreciate that we're all working on the trophy for the race we're having this weekend," logan speaks monotonously.

"i'm not participating," oscar says.

"in a bit, lo," she mutters, smiling at him momentarily before returning her attention to the screen. "oh, mick, there's a fucking fire! did i cause that? how do i put it out?"

"calm down," mick laughs, his character running around to find the fire extinguisher. "i've got it. just keep washing the dishes."

"oscar! the fucking potatoes!"

"liam, you cunt, you haven't even thrown me a fucking potato! where is the potato? oh, would you look at that? it's in your hands!"

"yeah, i was gonna cut them myself cause you're as good as nothing in this stupid game! next game, i wanna be paired up with mick!"

"no way. i'm having the time of my life," mick scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sends in another order. "we're having so much fun, aren't we, (y/n)?"

"sure."

"what if we just didn't have a trophy for the scooter race?"

liam and her turn to the american, frowning. "no!"

taglist: @wcnorris @treehouse-mouse @laura-naruto-fan1998 @mindless-rock @vellicora @leilanixx @ironmaiden1313 @angsthology @cherry-piee @christianpulisic10 @elliegrey2803 @cashtons-wife @sadg3 @a10vely-yutazen @mellowarcadefun @glitterf1 @megatrilss1885 @peqch-pie @gentlyweeps-world @woozarts @inejismywife @meadhgbcavanagh @2bormaybenot @love4lando

honourable mention: @localwhoore

#fem!driver #female driver #f1 fem!driver #f1 female driver #vettel reincarnate #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke vr #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 grid x reader #logan sargeant x reader #mick schumacher x reader

675 notes · View notes

hotvintagepoll · 22 days

Text

Propaganda

Bette Davis (All About Eve, Now Voyager, Jezebel)—She is a bitch and I like her so much. Also: unf. She does it all: rage, vulnerability, romantic passion, hauteur that invites beholders to say "step on me" under their breath. Her work in the 1930s, from melodramas to romantic comedies, is excellent, but I've mentioned 1940s films above because I feel that she really was at her best once the studio allowed her star image to get edgier. Also her decades-long platonic friendships with male co-stars (e.g. Paul Henreid, Claude Rains) are very important to me. Anyway: bow down before Bette Davis, HBIC.

Gloria Swanson (Don't Change Your Husband, Queen Kelly, Sadie Thompson, Sunset Boulevard)—the absolute BALLS this woman had! an icon of the 1920s, her career had simmered down, decent living in radio, deciding you know what? you know what i'll do? I'll star as the haggard old aging decrepit horror icon in Sunset Boulevard, that's what I'll do. Nobody else in Hollywood would take the part (every other actress didn't want to be framed as a has-been)—gloria said, fuck that, I'll eat this role alive and serve cunt the whole time. she was still so gorgeous when they made Sunset Boulevard they had to intentionally make her up/costume her to make her look older than she was. mad respect for the screen legend who says yeah, i am a screen legend, i was always that bitch and here I am again to prove it

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Bette Davis:

youtube

"The absolute GOAT of vintage cinema. An icon. Her EYES. Any time you see Bette on screen you know she's about to steal the spotlight. Her range is incredible, she can play coy, shy, mischevious, innocent, evil, hideous, beautiful, cunning, and wise all with the same self assurance and talent. I live in awe of her ability. And, of course, she's gorgeous. I think she peaked in 1950 with "All About Eve", at the age of 42- she was in full control of her craft, she's a milf, and her scratchy voice makes me nervous in a good way."

"She’s Bette fuckin’ Davis! She had a great sense of humor and a lovely pair of eyes! She was a camp icon and fuckin’ knew it. And she wasn’t afraid to make fun of herself!"

64.media.tumblr.com

"shes got a whole song of saying how hot someone is bc they look like her"

"She's got Bette Davis eyes! Incredible character actress, charming, witty as all hell. Her favourite accessory was a lit cigarette."

Gloria Swanson:

She was THE idea of a 1920s sex comedy star, and was a hot (and totally unhinged) older woman in Sunset Boulevard. Hot as a young woman and as an older woman? Yes plz

I feel like she would slay in alternative fashion

her performance as Norma Desmond in sunset boulevard makes me insane. I love her

#gloria swanson #bette davis #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 3 #Youtube

473 notes · View notes

mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

Text

seo changbin boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: tomboy by g-idle

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

this soft boy, oh gosh here we go...

he makes my heart skip a beat so this gonna be fun

changbin. the man, the myth, the legend

he's an amazing guy, what can i say? respectful, loyal, genuine... god it's so hard not to fall in love with him

idk as a boyfriend he is just the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. he technically acts the same way with you if he was just besties. the main difference is, once he's your boyfriend he tones up the affection to 100%. no holding back anymore

this man is SO TOUCHY

physical affection is totally his thing. he finds himself just wanting to touch you or hold your hand or anything like that because he just needs that contact

he's not ashamed of any pda. he doesn't care who's watching: he's kissing and cuddling and squishing your cheeks no matter who is watching! he's cute like that

even if the other members were to make fun of him for being a massive softie with you, he literally couldn't care less

"you're just jealous that i'm in a happy relationship"

he's so petty lmaooo

btw i mentioned cuddling... yeah there's gonna be a lot of that

changbin works out a lot. he's got a lot of muscle on him, so his chest and arms proved to be a perfect pillow give me one chance changbin ONE CHANCE IM BEGGING so it only makes sense to snuggle into his perfect body and enjoy having his arms wrapped around you

he likes doing spontaneous things with you. it's always a fun time around him. you're always getting up to some sort of mischief

also loves spoiling you omg

he doesn't make a big deal out of it but damn he buys you so many quality gifts because apparently he can't help it??

will talk to you about anything. usually when he speaks to you it's very casual and general chat. he's very comfortable talking about anything with you. if you want to talk about anything important or personal, he's very attentive and provides you with any support you need

for him, he's a very open person, especially if he has his trust in you. there are not a lot of things he would keep from you. how he views it is: he wouldn't date you if he didn't trust you. and with that, he can know in his heart that he can be vulnerable with you if needed because the mutual love and trust is there

likes to spend his nights just relaxing and unwinding from his busy day at work. there are occasions, of course, when he will stay late at night in the studio or bring some work back to do at home. he tries to make time for you but there are some things he can't help. he appreciates how supportive you are of his career, either way. and he always makes sure how much he loves you for being so kind to him as his partner

above all, he wants to be a source of comfort to you. and he sure does a good job at it

dates with him would include:

gym dates - i mean this goes without saying but if you MUST be told again, changbin loves/lives in the gym. he would love for you to share that part of his life, even if you aren't particularly keen on working out. he also proves to be a very good personal trainer so there's a plus! working to improve himself with you makes going to the gym even more of a joy for him. he would appreciate you joining him a lot and finds it all the more fun to workout with you

food date - a bit of a contradiction, i know. changbin not only loves food but also likes to taste and try different types of food. he loves going to different places in the city to try street food or other snacks that he wouldn't usually get by himself. makes for a fun experience with you <3

late night walks - changbin loves the outside but especially at nightime. he also thinks it's romantic going out for a walk in the dark with the city lights lighting the way. it's a good opportunity to have deeper talks with you as well as check out any nightlife

overall, he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet

932 notes · View notes

seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 9 months

Note

Sorry, this is long. One thing that bothered me more about Harry Styles than anything else was his blatant, ripping off of Prince who died the year before Harry’s solo career started. Prince was a total individual and masterful musician (like Bowie and Freddie Mercury). Harry blatantly copied so much of Prince’s style and persona to launch his career after Prince had died and Harry’s young fanbase had no idea. 1. He stole the name of Prince’s first single and album Sign O The Times for his own first single. 2. Harry announced his first solo single after 1D on the very date Prince released his album. (See everyone, Harry is the new Prince — Here’s Spin mag in 2017: “Today is the 30th anniversary of Prince’s classic album Sign o the Times. What if there were a way for a milquetoast ex-boy-bander to mark this landmark date in a legend’s career, while simultaneously capturing some wayward SEO traffic for his solo launch?”) 3. Harry’s first tour looks were patent Prince — suits, pussy bow, Victorian shirts were all defining looks for Prince. In fact, Harry’s white lace suit he performed in at the Brits was a complete copy of a famous Prince outfit. 4. Harry started strumming his five chords during his first solo tour while Prince was one of the most talented guitar players ever. 5. Also, Harry playing guitar behind a sheet at the beginning of the shows during his first tour — Look at Prince’s epic Super Bowl performance where he started just a silhouette behind a sheet playing his guitar. 6. Harry’s Fine Line nude album shot —Look at Prince’s LoveSexy album cover done years before. And all of this happened in 2017 when Irving was negotiating rights to Prince’s music with Prince’s estate. Harry + Prince = $$$$$. Harry, you are no Prince. How could you agree to launch your career using a dead artist’s individuality and creativity in such a blatant way? Prince would have been so angry. This is why since 2017, I’ve had zero respect for Harry’s career. He’s a pastiche of things that epically better musicians did years ago without any of Harry’s overwhelmingly fawning media support. Big music execs strategically utilized these musicians’ names, looks, sounds, fashion so that this ambitious, bland, mostly inoffensive pop star could make everyone rich. And he did. Everyone is rich. There is nothing original about Harry just a very willing blank canvas without much shame

If we started naming ways that Harry blatantly copies dead artists, we’d be here for decades.

He’s not Bowie, not Freddie Mercury, not Prince, not the Prince of Pop Michael Jackson, not Elvis, not Beyoncé, not any of these great artists. Harry is not even remotely close.

#harry styles

18 notes · View notes

sylvie-fics · 1 year

Note

do another arcane as texts

Arcane Characters As Texts From My Friends (3)

Jinx

What’s the rules on the woodshed? Can we be in there without a more adult adult?

i have that cow skull, i want to find some use for it as a whole BUT it has a bunch of teeth which are loose like i could get pliers and take them all out

I understand there are reasons I got bullied throughout my entire school career, and this is definitely one of many contributing factors.

Are you volunteering to put me down like a horse with an injured leg

Ive been informed that if I apply for the “best buddies” club, I receive my own personal sorority girl

And my bed wasn’t like, actively on fire?

You masturbate every day and commit adultry all the time

I thought he was asking out of competitiveness, but he said he was asking because he’d heard about tourists having heat strokes and such while visiting because they aren’t used to the heat. Then he got upset when I said I don’t wear sunscreen

Ekko

I am not hitting anyone with my car… intentionally.

Bitch doesn’t know how to use a phone so suddenly I’ve forgotten too

I’m like a year into this and just now looking at the instructions. Apparently there are many unsafe things I’m doing? It’s not gonna stop me from doing it tho

And I was like— yeah— very league of legends of me

Silco

Mr horse bones isn’t a monster he just autistic

Have you ever heard of the Hindenburg disaster?

He’ll watch a horror movie but not interior design?

im pretty damn sure something wrongs going on in there

People think Satan is powerful or whatever but they’ve never met me

Caitlyn

Damn y’all gonna mess around and get an American girl doll movie made about you

Don’t you dare use my coping mechanisms against me woman

I’ve decided to become a slutty nun

You have such good energy so much ugh and just kindness radiates from you like orb. You’re my best orb.

Viktor

I totally scorched a little bit of my hair welding today 😞

Resin will outlive me, My immortality pact having fallen through.

I eat symbols for breakfast, and my body has amalgamated them into something much more horrifying.

I want you all to know that I love each and every one of you dearly. But If I don’t stop coughing soon I’m about to start sacrificing you all off one by one as an offering to whatever god controls health

Jayce

A wise philosopher of ages past once spoke, “we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl.”

what role does Skeletor play in the history of our world, then, if He-Man, his greatest enemy, was a collective of unspoken heroes?

According to TikTok because I’m not going to fact check it, blue whales are so loud they can kill us if we’re too close

I blink my eyes real loud and get what I want

#arcane imagines #lol arcane #arcane #jayce talis #silco #viktor #vi league of legends #caitlyn kiramman #jinx #jinx league of legends

25 notes · View notes

twistedtummies2 · 11 months

Text

The Price May Be Right - Number 3

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’ve been counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. We’ve entered the Top 3 of this countdown! Today we focus on Number 3: ZigZag, from The Thief and the Cobbler.

This movie has a history like you wouldn’t believe. I could jabber on for AGES about this “lost epic” of animation, but I’m going to try and keep the context as succinct as possible. “The Thief and the Cobbler” – which underwent NUMEROUS title changes throughout its extensive creation – was the intended Magnum Opus of master animator Richard Williams, the man most well-known today for being head of animation on “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” Williams wanted to create a comedic, surreal film – inspired by the legends of the Arabian Nights – that would be the absolute pinnacle of animation at the time. Production started as early as 1964…but no complete version of the film was released until the early 1990s, with the last one being in 1993 (released a month after Price’s death, technically and posthumously making this his final film role). So, what happened between 1964 and 1993? Well, the short version of it can be summed up like this: Williams kept changing his mind on the project’s story, and the funding for the film kept changing from backer to backer. Animators came and went as the characters and plot shifted with the decades. Finally, Williams finalized the story and got support from Warner Bros., who delivered a simple ultimatum: Williams had to finish the project on time and on budget, or they would remove him from his own film and get someone else to finish it. Wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what ended up happening: unable to meet the deadline, Williams was fired from his own movie, and producer Fred Calvert turned to the Completion Bond Company to get the movie made. Two completely different “finished” versions of the film were released; neither was received very well by critics, and both failed at the box office. Williams would forever consider the fate of his intended masterpiece the greatest embarrassment of his entire career. There are now no less than four versions of the movie available for viewing. There are the two versions released by Calvert and the CBP, the original unfinished workprint by Williams…and a fan-made project called “The Recobbled Cut,” which attempts to give the film the closest thing to its intended release possible by blending elements of all three together. The Recobbled Cut, itself, has gone through several editions over the years, and is still a work in progress, much like the movie it aspires to breathe pure life into. The film has become something of a legend in animation circles, for a LOT of reasons…but we’re not here to discuss the movie in totality. I’ve rambled about its history long enough; we’re here to talk about Vincent Price. So where does he come into the picture? Well, back when the movie was first getting started in 1964, Price was in his heyday. As it turned out, Williams was a big fan of Price’s work, and he contacted Price to see if he’d be interested. Vincent thought the movie sounded like an interesting endeavor, so he agreed, and his antagonist – first named “Anwar,” then later renamed “ZigZag” - ended up being the first character in the film cast. As the years went on, and the film’s plans changed, Price – who remained devoted to the project – would return periodically to re-record new lines. Apparently, it became one of his favorite projects, and Richard Williams and his team all agreed that ZigZag was their favorite character to animate. What’s interesting is that, with the different versions of the film later released, every character in the movie was recast over the years, with multiple performers playing the roles in different releases. For example, one of the two titular protagonists – Tack the Cobbler – was played by an unknown actor (doing an impression of Sean Connery) in the workprint, Sean Lively in one of the two Calvert cuts, and Matthew Broderick in the 1993 release. The one exception to this rule was Vincent as ZigZag: every version of the movie very wisely kept Vincent’s voice for the character, and it’s a good thing they did. Because while every version of the film has its pros and cons, ZigZag is consistently the best character in every version. The villain is not an especially complex character; he’s essentially Proto-Jafar (very literally, since some of the people who worked on Aladdin also worked on the Thief at earlier points in their career). Like Jafar, ZigZag is an evil magician and corrupt vizier, who seeks to marry the resident princess and take the throne. But it’s Price’s voice that makes the character so great to listen to, and the animation is always glorious to behold in action. One of the odd things about ZigZag is that nearly every single one of his lines are spoken in rhyme. There doesn’t seem to be any REASON for this, but I’m not complaining: I could listen to Vincent Price speaking in rhyme all day and be quite happy. No matter what version you watch of this movie, Price delivers every single time. Tomorrow, I present my penultimate pick, with my 2nd Favorite Vincent Price Performance!

14 notes · View notes

our-flag-means-love · 10 months

Text

alright, so i made this playlist with the target audience of Specifically Me, but if anyone else loves both ofmd and the killers as much as i do, may i present:

Ed x Stede, as told by The Killers

15 songs, 59 minutes in total.

(also on youtube, if you don't use spotify or aren't able to listen in order, which i highly recommend)

i wanted to challenge myself to tell the story of their relationship (throughout s1 + a bit of hopeful speculation) using only songs by the band that's been rotting my brain for the past year, and i think i was able to do it surprisingly cohesively.

a brief explanation and lyric highlight for each choice can be found under the cut.

(all lyrics are taken from genius, in case some don't match what you hear or don't match what spotify says)

1. boy

this could really be read as either a stede childhood song or an ed childhood song. both? both is good.

these streets / weren't meant to house / jet-fueled engine dreams

2. When You Were Young

hoo boy, if there was ever a song about ed having religious trauma.

he doesn't look a thing like jesus / but he talks like a gentleman / like you imagined when you were young

3. I Can't Stay

sorry to go straight from one of their best songs to one of their... not best songs. but yes, stede leaving mary.

in the dark, for a while now / i can't stay, very far / i can't stay much longer / riding my decision home

4. The Man

the man, the myth, the legend, Blackbeard™, with a head made of smoke and all that.

i got skin in the game / i got a household name / i got news for you baby, you're looking at the man

5. Flesh And Bone

except, oops, he's actually a person, too. and his relationship with his near-mythical persona is a complicated one.

what are you afraid of? / and what are you made of? / flesh and bone / and i'm running out of time

6. Tidal Wave

they're falling in love, your honor.

you say this life has given you nothing / you got another thing coming

7. Andy, You're A Star

uh oh, ed's prioritizing love and happiness over his career and his fame! izzy sure isn't happy about that.

in a car with a girl / promise me she's not your world / 'cause andy, you're a star

8. Mr. Brightside

yeah, i'm sorry, i know this song is overplayed, but i had to. here comes calico jack, my beloved dumpster fire, to separate our boys.

jealousy / turning saints into the sea / swimming through sick lullabies / choking on your alibis

9. Neon Tiger

ah, here they come, that good ol' english navy looking for stede.

run neon tiger, there's a price on your head / they'll hunt you down and gut you / i'll never let 'em touch you

10. Leave The Bourbon On The Shelf

ed's time away from stede is pretty dang miserable. and for this song's eerie ending, picture his smile right before he pushes lucius overboard.

before you say goodbye / leave the bourbon on the shelf / and i'll drink it by myself / and i love you endlessly

11. Everything Will Be Alright

stede, my sweet optimistic boy, you have no idea what you're returning to.

and you don't need to compromise / i'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes / i never knew, i never knew / but it's alright

12. The Rising Tide

angry! ed! breakup! song!

before life and the dream collide / 'cause the truth's gonna come and cut me open wide / and you can't escape the rising of the tide

13. Have All The Songs Been Written?

stede's apology.

i just need one more to get through to you / i can't take back what i've done wrong / i just need one more

14. All These Things That I've Done

ed coming to terms with his past, his present, and his future.

these changes ain't changing me / the cold-hearted boy i used to be

15. Bones

they've reunited for good, and now they fuck. (seriously, the following are probably my favorite lines but they don't nearly do justice to how horny this song is.)

there's someone calling / an angel whispers my name / but the message relayed is the same: / "wait 'til tomorow, you'll be fine"

if you've read this far, thank you so much for indulging this intersection of my two biggest brainrots of 2022. for making it to the end, i'll reward you with the opportunity to Behold the kiss again:

#my brain is full of worms who are all riding on a sam's town record as it rotates and i'm making it everyone's problem #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd playlist #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ed x stede

17 notes · View notes

triptychgrip · 3 months

Text

I had a dream last night that one of my favorite anime characters (Viktor Nikiforov, from Yuri!!! on Ice) met another one of my favorite anime/manga characters (Sohma Ayame from Fruits Basket) and now I very well may have to write a crossover fanfic.

For one thing, the two of them seem to share some fundamental personality traits (easily excitable, very practiced in masking insecurities), but secondly, I think their meeting and sizing each other up would be so fun to write about. Like, I can totally see a situation where Sohma Yuki and Yuri Plisetsky bond over how extremely irritating they find the collective energy of Ayame and Viktor, together. And Mine and Yuuri would just watch their significant others with fond/exasperated expressions. Plus, I think it'd be hilarious to write about Viktor and Ayame being envious/admiring of the other’s hair care regimen and flair for the dramatic.

But that’s actually not what I intended this post to be about.

This dream got me thinking about the parallels between both shows, so I decided I'd make a 3 point pitch to fans of each to go check out the other, if it’s not already on your radar. I talk about both shows pretty broadly, so I don't believe I'm spoiling anything with this post.

Both pieces of media (I say ‘media’, because I prefer the Fruits Basket manga, even though both the original anime/remake are excellent) get me so in my feels, so I’ll try not to go on forever and ever. That being said, please do read to the end for my two disclaimers.

Reason 1: I think fans of both would agree that a big theme of their canon work is the transformational power of vulnerability. This feeds into the sub-themes of found family, and how the “practice” of letting love into one’s life (because it truly does take practice, despite society making us think it’s easy-breezy) can deeply shift us as people.

At its core, each implements huge characters arcs for their MC's that demonstrate this.

For Yuri!!! on Ice, this applies to Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov -- two professional male figure skaters, the former known as "Japan's Ace" skater, and the latter dubbed a "Living Legend" -- and for Fruits Basket, this applies to higher schoolers Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru, and Sohma Kyo (though, truly, it could apply to all of the Sohmas). Right off the bat, I'll say that a big difference between yoi and furuba revolves around age. Yuuri and Viktor are adults, while Yuki, Tohru, and Kyo start off as (what seems to be) high school juniors. Yuri!!! on Ice fans, don't let that dissuade you from checking out Fruits Basket, however; its themes are very complex, and will challenge you.

Both media start off with their main characters at low points.

Katsuki Yuuri has just come in last place at his first Grand Prix Final competition: the competition it seems he's been working towards his entire career, and the one where he'd hoped to gain Viktor's attention (as he's looked up to the "Living Legend" since he was just twelve years old).

Similarly, we see that Tohru Honda has recently lost her mother (her father is also dead), and is practically homeless. She is living in a flimsy tent on Sohma Shigure's property. While Yuuri decides to leave the United States to move back home to Japan, and is contemplating retiring from figure skating altogether, Tohru is taken in by Shigure and Yuki in exchange for helping out with chores around their house.

In yoi, the plot moves along when we see Viktor -- who has just won his 5th World Championship title -- decide to drop everything and move to Japan to be Yuuri's coach, after seeing a viral video of him skating to one of his routines. And in furuba, the plot moves along as we watch Tohru meet more of the Sohmas, and learn about the big secret plaguing their family.

Canon shows us that while Katsuki Yuuri has a lot of love/support in his life prior to Viktor’s arrival in his hometown (his parents, his ballet teacher, etc), his own anxiety/insecurities makes it so that he struggles to realize the love around him. He has a hard time seeking out comfort or opening up to people when navigating hardships. But this fundamentally shifts with Viktor’s role in becoming his figure skating coach (and, eventually, romantic partner).

I would be remiss if I didn't make a content warning, here. Generational trauma and neglect are big themes in Fruits Basket.

In Fruits Basket, the zodiac "curse" -- a generational Sohma family trait that makes physical contact between its members and those of the opposite sex challenging, as touching leads each Sohma member to turn into its zodiac animal (i.e. Yuki turns into the rat, Kyo turns into the cat, etc.) -- as well as Sohma Akito's cruelty has made it so that Yuki and Kyo have been brainwashed into believing they are burdens...that they are unlovable, with no redeeming value, even in the eyes of their own family members.

But the presence of Tohru in their lives (and her ripple effect of positivity that completely upends the curse dynamic) causes Yuki and Kyo to unlearn these entrenched beliefs, and to realize that they have always, inherently, been worthy of love *brb sobbing*

While the idea of cute zodiac animals might lead one to think the manga/show is this cotton-candy fluff ride, there is a lot of heaviness that I personally found super compelling, and a reason that ppl who don't typically like content featuring high schoolers might make an exception for it.

Now, of course, Yuri!!! on Ice has its own heavy themes: navigating anxiety as well as feelings of apathy/depression, and while it's not canon, the lack of detail on Viktor's backstory has led many in the fandom to develop headcanons around possible strained family relationships/trauma history. Because it's something I actually have been wondering about, I thought I'd make a poll.

Reason 2: Both are very funny, with compelling romantic development.

Regarding the former, I found myself laughing out loud while reading/watching. I think a huge part of the reason has to do with the 'tsundere' archetype that Yuri Plisetsky (another figure skater) embodies in yoi, and that Sohma Kyo embodies in Fruits Basket. These grouchy characters are hilarious and lovable, and the audience enjoys seeing their energy play off of contrasting personality types.

Reason 3: It's more obvious off-the-bat in Yuri!!! on Ice, but the element of surprise is used to great effect in both. While there are tons of examples I could give, I'll say that each contains a fundamental "twist" that really makes you reconceptualize your entire understanding of the storyline/character relationships. I know that's not a lot to go off of, but each major surprise really shifted my perception of the pre-conceived power dynamics that we are led to believe exist in each.

It's no secret that Yuri Plisetsky is actually a big fan of Katsuki Yuuri, but his teenage pride won't allow him to admit this. Seeing Yuri adamantly insist that he thinks Yuuri is a loser, and just generally being aggravated by Viktor's extraness is pretty comical. Similarly, Kyo is quite prickly, and it's clear that Tohru Honda's diametrically opposed nature (i.e. she is warm and caring, to a fault) throws him for a loop. Seeing him flustered by it is hilarious.

I won't say any more about the romance development b/c I don't want to spoil anything in Fruits Basket, but suffice it to say that both media have plenty of "awww" moments that will have you swooning as characters open up to one another.

Disclaimers:

1) I think it's unfair to compare these pieces of media solely based on the amount of canon content around them.

Yuri!!! on Ice is an original anime, and (thus far) only has 1 season of 12 episodes (whyyyyy MAPPA?! I like Attack on Titan as much as the next person but please, I beg, give us season 2!). On the other hand, Fruits Basket has an original anime, plus a remake, and was a manga that went on for years. Thus, you will likely think the characterization/plot development is much richer. But, one thing I absolutely adore about the yoi fandom is how much fan-created content exists. Like, years after the show came out (in late 2016), there are still ppl actively writing fic (like me! I discovered it in 2020 but only started writing last year), making fanart, etc.

2) Another note about comparison that is pretty important:

Because of the overtness of certain elements in Fruits Basket (i.e. two very clear kisses happen, and we also see follow-up content that was released that shows a marriage take place in the future, etc.), fans might watch Yuri!!! on Ice and be disappointment with what they might characterize as understated romance between Yuuri and Viktor. But I think it's important to note how revolutionary the show was for portraying a queer romance between its main characters, especially in a show that was never marketed as a yaoi (boys' love) series. Despite several obvious indicators of the romantic nature of Yuuri and Viktor's relationship, there are still ppl that will argue that these two were merely coach/skater, and nothing more, and I just...don't even know where to begin in addressing that without dropping spoilers. If you're that curious, go to my AMA feature and drop me a question and I will happily write you a novel of a response.

Alright, that's mostly it...if you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! If you do end up checking out one or other, I hope you'll let me know what you think.

The very last thing I'll say is that I've only written fanfic for Yuri!!! on Ice (all post-canon, I've linked my Ao3 Dashboard), but I've been ideating around some Fruits Basket ideas, so may give it a whirl in the coming weeks. With every fiber of my being, I wish that I had artistic ability so that I could make fanart of Ayame and Viktor meeting...one can dream lol

#yuri on ice #fruits basket #furuba #yoi #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #ayame sohma #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #tohru honda #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuuri #parallels #fanfic ideas #headcanon

4 notes · View notes

randomvarious · 10 months

Text

1990s Downtempo Playlist

Last week I had a little update for my 1990s drum n bass playlist, which featured a song by a guy named Dominic Glynn, who you probably don't know by name, but whose work you've definitely heard before. His career is basically two-pronged: he's an underground electronic music producer who goes by the name of Fluid, and he also formed half the duo of Syzygy as well, whose 1994 LP, Morphic Resonance, is reputed to be the stuff of legend.

But Glynn is also a prolific composer for film and TV too. He's made music for Doctor Who, American Idol, The Apprentice, The Simpsons, Big Brother, So You Think You Can Dance, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, SpongeBob SquarePants, MTV Cribs, Ricki Lake, My Super Sweet Sixteen, and many other productions.

So, now I'm back this week with another Glynn banger to add to this growing 90s downtempo playlist of mine. This song's called "Spitting Sand," and it's a mix of trip hop, eastern flute, and some squelchy Roland TB-303 acid too 😌. Originally released in '96, it found its way onto UK budget label Dressed to Kill's 1997 quadruple-disc compilation, Amberdelic Space II: Angel of Ecstasy. Overall, I don't really vibe to most of that release's mystic-psychedelic electronic theme, but since it's four discs long, I was still bound to find some goodies on it, and this happens to be one of them.

"Spitting Sand" doesn't appear to be very well known either. It has under 1,000 plays on Spotify and only over 900 on YouTube across its couple uploads. It's a great, overlooked mid-90s chillout groove, as far as I'm concerned.

Fluid - "Spitting Sand"

I also added this song to the YouTube version of the playlist as well, which has a lot more 90s downtempo tunes on it than the Spotify one does, because a lot of the tunes that I want to add just aren't on Spotify at all.

And the playlist is on YouTube Music too, if that's your preferred platform.

So, here's where things currently stand: we've got 34 songs on the Spotify playlist, which totals 3 hours and 35 minutes, and we've got 57 songs on the YouTube one, which totals *6 hours and 15 minutes*. So, a whole lot more rare and unknown goodies in that YouTube one to chew on.

And I'm still, really, only just getting started with this whole thing 😅. There's so much fantastic and ephemeral and slept-on downtempo from this decade that's out there that I need to show you all.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

9 notes · View notes

cyarsk52-20 · 5 months

Text

Missy Elliott. Chaka Khan. Willie Nelson. Rage Against the Machine. These are just a few of the legends that make up the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame’s class of 2023—and here we look back on their incredible contributions to culture.

November 3 marks the 38th annual induction ceremony for the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Things have certainly changed since the mid-’80s, and this year’s class demonstrates the strides the organization has made to include, and celebrate, artists who have left a huge impact on the genre—even if they’re not necessarily rock ’n’ roll artists themselves. Take Missy Elliott, who’s not only the first female MC to be inducted, but a prolific artist and producer responsible for some of the most enduring hip-hop and pop hits of the early 21st century. There’s also Willie Nelson, whose career could be summed up as one of the quietest but most sustained rebellions not just in country music but in music in general.

Then again, the attitude has always been more important than the sound, and the most compelling artists have often been the ones willing to do things differently, whether it’s the abstraction of a Bob Dylan lyric or DJ Kool Herc manually running a copy of James Brown’s “Sex Machine” back at a party, creating a seemingly infinite drum loop that became the very foundation of hip-hop. With that, we’ve broken down this year’s inductees into four categories as a way to highlight the various—but essential—ways each contribute: the voices that lead, the rebels who question, the architects who lay the groundwork for future discoveries, and the team players who quietly help bring the show together.

Looking over this year’s inductees, the starting point is almost always the voice. Not only is it literally the first thing out of an artist’s mouth, it’s a metaphor for what sets us apart from the crowd—an especially crucial factor when you’re talking about the individuality and sense of self-expression at the heart of rock ’n’ roll. The fact that you didn’t have to be great in the old-fashioned or technical sense never hurt, either: This is music for—and by—the people.

MISSY ELLIOTT

Missy Elliott is one of the most distinctive voices in modern hip-hop, not to mention the first female MC to make it into the Rock Hall. But take a closer look and you’ll see an artist who has changed pop on pretty much every level, both onstage and off. Raised in the Hampton Roads area of coastal Virginia, she started her career writing for artists like Aaliyah (including “One in a Million” and “I Care 4 U”), Total, and SWV with fellow genius—and childhood friend—Timbaland. By her own admission, she would’ve been fine behind the scenes but decided to step out anyway, creating a sound that combined the flash of pop with the attitude of classic hip-hop and a playful, futuristic production style that helped reshape the sound of pretty much everything we’d consider popular music since (“Get Ur Freak On,” “The Rain [Supa Dupa Fly],” “Work It”). Casual, collected, easily imitated but never replicated, Missy stands out.

“I think when you creative, you know that you have something that is different,” she told Apple Music of finding her voice, in a 2016 interview. “You just have to step out in faith and not be scared. You have to be true to yourself. That’s the biggest thing. If I’m true to myself, then I’m able to sleep at night if it don’t work. When I was out, there was a certain look and style and sound, and I just came out doing me—and people gravitated to it. You just got to take that chance. I know people always say there’s nothing new under the sun. I don’t necessarily believe that. Before a Missy, there was nobody like Missy.”

CHAKA KHAN

In terms of raw power, you don’t get a lot of voices like Chaka Khan. From her early days with the band Rufus (“Tell Me Something Good,” “Sweet Thing”) to solo tracks like “I’m Every Woman” and “I Feel for You,” Khan is one of the few artists who managed to ride the transition from soul to funk to disco, synth-pop, and club music without missing a beat. She’s nurtured her roots in jazz and classic vocal pop (Echoes of an Era, Classikhan) while continuing to keep an eye on the present, and has collaborated with artists as free-ranging and influential as Miles Davis, Prince, and Mary J. Blige, with whom she won a Grammy in 2008 (“Disrespectful”). A great instrument, yes—but in her voice you can also hear the evolution of Black American pop. “I heard quite a few people who were great in what they did, but a lot of times greatness lacks charisma,” she tells Apple Music, when asked if she found inspiration in other vocalists when she was young and coming up. “There’s something else, a component, a magical source, a recipe. I don’t know what mine was at the time. I think one of the best things about me then and still is that I don’t really recognize or see myself like other people say they see and feel me. To me, singing is natural—it’s just second nature. It’s the easiest thing for me to do.”

GEORGE MICHAEL

Even during his fresh-faced pretty-boy days in the early-’80s synth-pop duo Wham!, you could tell George Michael had something special. He didn’t just sing “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” and “Careless Whisper” and “Last Christmas,” he wrote and produced them—and all before he turned 22, no less. His first two solo albums—Faith and Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1—made him one of the most visible and successful pop artists of the ’80s and ’90s, each exploring masculinity and male sexuality with a tenderness unmatched at the time by anyone outside Prince. And while he didn’t record much in the decade before his death in 2016, he continued a vibrant touring and philanthropic life, donating freely to children’s counseling services, AIDS awareness and research organizations, and—famously—the occasional stranger. His voice was powerful—but his restraint was inspiring.

“It was validation, it was affirmation for him,” Michael’s Wham! bandmate Andrew Ridgeley shared with Apple Music, about his rise to pop stardom. “It went some way to confirming his belief in himself and his personal self-image... There’s a photo of us backstage at the final [Wham! show], and it’s a wonderful photo of him. He has become George Michael, the man he was destined to be. It was a long, long way from the kid who started out at Bushey Meads, and the kid who started out in Wham! as well.”

SHERYL CROW

Sheryl Crow has the kind of resume that can sneak up on you. It isn’t just realizing how many of her songs you already know (“All I Wanna Do,” “Everyday Is a Winding Road,” “Soak Up the Sun”) or the way she quietly splits the difference between country, roots-rock, and adult contemporary pop; it’s that she’s done it all while standing seemingly just outside the spotlight—an insider’s outsider, or vice versa. Born in small-town Missouri in 1962, she started her career as a backup singer for artists like Michael Jackson and Don Henley while writing songs that ended up being recorded by Tina Turner and Céline Dion. Her 1993 debut, Tuesday Night Music Club, was the kind of unassuming phenomenon that set the pace for one of the more varied careers in pop music. Really—who else can say they not only sang with both Prince and Johnny Cash, but had their songs covered by both, too? Then again, if she blew her own horn, she wouldn’t be Sheryl Crow. “For me, I’ve just always been so in the journey that, getting to this point, it’s hard for me to even relate to the fact that I’ve been doing it now for over 30 years,” Crow told Apple Music upon hearing the news that she was going to be inducted. “It doesn’t seem like that long. I feel like my best work’s in front of me.”

Talking about punk rock during his induction of Patti Smith in 2007, Rage Against the Machine lead singer (and 2023 Hall of Fame inductee) Zack de la Rocha said, “The movement she helped define explained why people like me related more to the Bad Brains than the Eagles, why we championed The Clash and hated Ronald Reagan…. Expanding rock’s boundaries, Patti Smith, the poet, revealed truth regardless of the political and social consequences.” Not every artist worked at such a grand scale, but de la Rocha’s broader point is clear: Without rebellion, it isn’t really rock ’n’ roll.

KATE BUSH

From the minute she walked into her label’s offices insisting that her first single be “Wuthering Heights” (over the label’s first choice) at 19, Kate Bush has done it her own way. Her ’80s albums—self-written and -produced—stand as some of the most formidable and influential music of their time, walking the line between relatively straightforward art pop like “This Woman’s Work” and the suite-like experiments of Hounds of Love’s second half. When 1985’s “Running Up That Hill” suddenly went triple platinum in the UK in 2022 on the heels of a feature in the Netflix show Stranger Things, it was, on the one hand, a surprise: After all, not many songs go triple platinum nearly 40 years after their first release. But to longtime fans, it made a poetic kind of sense: When you’re on your own clock, there’s always time for people to catch up.

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

There are quiet rebellions, and there’s Rage Against the Machine. Not only did they successfully combine the delivery of punk and metal with the rhythms of hip-hop and funk, they exposed a generation of listeners to politics and modes of thinking they’d never heard on mainstream rock radio before, whether it was the way “Killing in the Name” framed the police as domestic terrorists (“Some of those that work forces/Are the same that burn crosses”) or the anti-colonialist history of “People of the Sun.” This was music you could lift weights to, blast at the bar to, and contemplate to in equal measure. The rebellion wasn’t just in the sound or ideas—it was in making itself accessible enough to turn millions of heads inside out. The band’s members were as uncompromising as their sound. “Around the origins of Rage Against the Machine, for the first time in my life, I was able to write music that I loved,” guitarist Tom Morello told Apple Music in 2019. “Prior to then, I had been in another band, we had been dropped by a label. I vowed to myself that I was only going to play music that I really believe in. I’ve held true to that. My only bar for releasing something is: Do I love it? When you love it, you rock that shit.”

WILLIE NELSON

Few artists have brushed so casually and yet so continuously against the grain as Willie Nelson. From his days writing future standards like “Crazy,” “Funny How Time Slips Away,” and “Hello Walls” to his outlaw period in the ’70s to the mix of covers (the Sinatra album My Way) and originals (Last Man Standing) he’s continued to put out in his eighties and now nineties, Nelson has managed to avoid the ever-shifting winds of fashion while continuing to sound vital—not to mention nurturing the jazz, bluegrass, and early American pop that make up country music’s roots. So much of his natural tendency to cut his own path is rooted in the way he grew up in Abbott, Texas, a small town of 350 people outside of Waco. “We are very independent up there, have always been all our lives,” he told Apple Music in 2020. “All Sunday, we used to go out and fight bumblebees, and then we’d come home all swole up with our eyes closed and talk about how much fun we used to have. I come from a crazy bunch of people, and I’ve always stood up for what I believed in and looked forward to somebody to disagree, because I don’t mind arguing or stating my opinions. You have yours. I have mine.”

2021 was the first year in which the Rock Hall stretched the Early Influences category (later renamed “Musical Influences”) to include artists whose careers postdated the birth of rock ’n’ roll, inducting R&B poet Gil Scott-Heron and electronic-pop pioneers Kraftwerk. The shift not only made room for contemporary artists, but for artists whose influence was less about the direct passing of a stylistic torch—the way, say, The Clash and Sex Pistols spawned punk—than laying the foundation for entirely new ways of approaching their music, whether it was Kraftwerk’s embrace of synthesizers and electronics or the way Scott-Heron’s experiments led to what eventually became rap. The work wasn’t done single-handedly, of course—but without their contributions, we might not have gotten there at all.

DJ KOOL HERC

When DJ Kool Herc debuted the record-spinning technique we later came to call the “break” at a Bronx house party back in 1973, he didn’t know he was helping to create an art form in hip-hop. The short version: Take two copies of the same record on adjacent turntables; get to the funkiest, most danceable part; and manually run the records back—one, then the other—to stretch the section out as long as you wanted. Of course, DJs had played an essential role in spreading culture since the advent of recorded music. But the idea that a record itself could be played like an instrument was radical, to say nothing of working-class kids in the Bronx—many of them, like Herc, from families of Caribbean immigrants—starting a revolution that changed American pop. That Herc never really made the leap to recording music the way his peers did makes his induction all the more significant: Like early blues and folk artists whose work was either undocumented or lost, Herc’s legacy lives on in story.

LINK WRAY

Few guitarists had as profound an impact on the sound and feel of rock music as Link Wray. Born in North Carolina in 1929, he started out playing country before developing a spooky instrumental style that culminated in 1958’s “Rumble,” a track whose raw distortion came in part from Wray playing through an amp whose speaker he’d stabbed with a pencil. Generations later, his early recordings still sound like a blueprint for the attitude and menace that has lurked in rock music’s darker corners ever since, from slicked-back rockabilly to thrash. Pete Townshend of The Who famously said that if it hadn’t been for “Rumble,” he would’ve never picked up a guitar. But the best talking-head testimonial for Wray’s influence was Jimmy Page in the 2008 documentary It Might Get Loud, basking to the track in smiling air-guitar reverence, saying nothing at all.

THE SPINNERS

The Spinners are one of the great second-chance stories in pop. Formed in Detroit in the early ’60s, they spent a mostly unremarkable decade with Motown Records before moving to Atlantic, where they connected with Philadelphia songwriter Thom Bell. The work that followed—including “I’ll Be Around,” “Could It Be I’m Falling in Love,” and the Dionne Warwick collaboration “Then Came You”—didn’t just rejuvenate the group’s career, it helped define the romantic, soft-focus sound of ’70s soul at a time when Black pop was moving further into the American mainstream. Their recording career petered out by the ’90s, but their influence continues to resonate. When asked what made the group’s take on soul so distinct, current member Jessie Peck is clear: “Definitely the music,” he tells Apple Music. “The way in which the music was delivered by the guys. The style and the class—The Spinners have always been a class act—not to mention the harmonies that The Spinners sing in. I mean, those things are different from what other groups were doing. It was far from the norm. And that remains the case to this day.”

Everyone knows the stars out front. But it’s the faces at the side of the stage that often make the biggest impact, which is why the Rock Hall’s awards for musical excellence (formerly known as “sidemen”) and non-performers (the Ahmet Ertegun Award) exist. Here’s where we honor the producers, songwriters, DJs, executives, session musicians, and other figures who might not necessarily make the music, but who make the music—and the culture surrounding it—possible. Take Ice-T inducting the late Sire Records founder and Warner Bros. vice president Seymour Stein back in 2005: “When you’re a musician and you’ve never had a record deal, basically, you’re on the street. You just have a hope and a dream…. [Seymour] took a cat out of the street—and I was a no-good cat—and basically not only changed my life, but for all practical purposes saved my life.”

DON CORNELIUS

As author and Roots drummer Questlove once put it, Soul Train’s Don Cornelius was, next to Motown founder Berry Gordy, the most crucial non-political figure to come out of the post-Civil Rights era. A radio broadcaster by trade, Cornelius became not only the first Black man to create, host, and own his own nationally syndicated television show, but the first to put Black artists and audiences on a national stage in what felt like a genuinely Black context. It wasn’t just the outfits or the dancing, either: Even the show’s commercials—for products like Ultra Sheen and Afro Sheen—reflected images of Blackness and Black pride most of America hadn’t yet seen, and especially hadn’t seen on the screen.

BERNIE TAUPIN

When Elton John got onstage to give his induction speech at the Rock Hall back in 1994, he offered a disclaimer: “I feel cheating standing up here, because without Bernie, there wouldn’t have been Elton John at all.” “Bernie” meant Bernie Taupin, who wrote the lyrics to pretty much every major Elton John song since the two met after they both answered an ad in the English music magazine New Musical Express back in 1967.

In Taupin’s lyrics you could hear the grandeur and nostalgia we came to associate with classic rock come alive line by line, whether it’s the boys out for a rumble on “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” or the beautiful ache of “Tiny Dancer” and “Rocket Man.” “The thing that I’m proudest of is Elton and I’s relationship,” Taupin told Apple Music, upon hearing of his own induction. “Musically we are completely in sync. We have never faltered in our desire to create the best that we possibly can.”

AL KOOPER

Al Kooper might be one of the best decorated rock musicians most listeners have never heard of. Born in Brooklyn in 1944, he started playing professionally while still a teenager, co-writing a few hits for artists like Gene Pitney and Gary Lewis & The Playboys. At 21 he found himself in a session with Bob Dylan, improvising the organ part to “Like a Rolling Stone” despite apparently not even having known how to turn the instrument on. He helped form Blood, Sweat & Tears in 1967 but left a year later, and collaborated with the guitarists Mike Bloomfield and Stephen Stills on the seminal blues-rock album Super Session in 1968. He played piano on The Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” and signed Lynyrd Skynyrd after hearing them at a bar in Atlanta in 1972, eventually producing their first three albums, which included “Free Bird” and “Sweet Home Alabama.”

Tune in to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony on November 3 at 8 pm ET, live on Apple Music 1 and on Disney+ live and on demand.

And don’t forget to watch the induction ceremony, New Year’s Day on abc and next day on Hulu

4 notes · View notes

tartt9 · 6 months

Text

@feleshero asked // ❝ Mr. Tartt, Mr. Tartt! Felicia Hardy, Sable News. If you could put together a 'dream team' of Footballers, past and present, with yourself on the roster, who would you choose and who would you want to play against? ❞

Jamie's eyes light up - it's obvious he's been waiting ages for someone to ask him this. He's thought about it his whole fucking life, and though some numbers have switched around since he was a kid, he's still got a solid answer in his head. "We're gonna pretend all these men can set aside their egos, yeah?" Jamie starts, laying down the big ground rule. But there are some personalities that have clashed so much that Jamie refuses to even put them in his dream team together - Carragher and Kent have always fucking hated each other, Jamie doubts they could even play one match together in fantasy. He leans forward against the desk, a bright glint in his eye.

"Anyways, from back to front. I'm keepin' Zoreaux in goal, I haven't played with a single keeper I trust more'n him. He's been on a hot streak recently, he'll earn the Yashin before 'e retires. So he's my 1. M'back line, I've got Kyle Walker and Ashley Cole at fullbacks, right and left respectfully. Walker's the fastest defenceman I've ever played with and a good man t'boot, and Cole and Kent had great chemistry with England and with Chelsea. So, 2 and 3." Jamie's doing his best not to ramble, to split up his answers, but he's on a roll, and he's not stopping any time soon.

"Centre backs. Fucking easy. Pep 'n Paddy O'Gara. I don't think I need t'explain either of those. Both of 'em had the capability t'move up the pitch and play in almost an 8, but they were fucking aces on a back line, and I'd've loved the chance t'play with Pep, and t'play more with Paddy. 4 and 5 - Guardiola, O'Gara." He taps his fingers on the desk with each name.

"Movin' up t'midfield, we've got John Terry at the 6, Beckham at the 7, Obisanya at the 11, and Kent at the true 8." There he is, the one that Jamie always wanted to play with at his prime. Jamie may have committed murder to play with Roy Kent at his Chelsea and England peak. "Terry'n Kent got along at Chelsea. Beckham's a fucking legend, any English lad'd have him at their 7." Sam's one of the greatest wingers he's ever played with - and, though Jamie gave Sam's typical position to Beckham, Sam's flexible - he can easily play left wing just as well as he can play on the right. Everyone associates Roy Kent with the number 6, but he played like an 8. He wore the 8 for England more often than not. Fucking legend, Roy Kent, who could ask for any number he wanted and get it. And Terry kept his Academy number his whole career, so Kent got the 6 he wanted at Chelsea. Jamie's clearly thought about this, too. Terry might play the 6, but he'd wear 26, and Kent would wear 6 but play 8, just like he always did.

Plus, Jamie's deferred the 8 to Roy. That, in his opinion, shows the respect he's got for the man. Jamie can play other positions. He is still on this team, after all.

"For the 9, it's Thierry Henry. Man is a fucking legend, still Arsenal's top scorer, with a deep love of the game. He's a good man, he were a great player, it'd be an honour t'share the pitch with him. Plus, he played for Pep at Barça, which's good, 'cause I need more men who know how t'play total football firsthand, but know that Rojas is close behind. Give 'im a bit more time t'develop properly and he might sneak his way in there."

Jamie smirks, leaning forward against the table. "Guess that leaves me at the 10, don't it?" There are debates - what position does Jamie Tartt really play? Of course Jamie's seen the debates. The 8, the 10, the 9. He drops too far back for a true 10, plays too far forward to be a true 8. He wears 9, but no one in their proper mind'll think of Jamie as a striker after their switch to total football - that's all Dani's job. Jamie thinks of himself as an atypical 8, but he'll gladly take the glory of the 10 on this team.

"Now, I know, most of these lads're English. Sure, I'm a little biased, but that's it. That's m'team, that's my eleven." He nods, touching his chest as he leans back from the microphone. "Just off the top of m'head."

#feleshero #answered !#verse: season iv !#headcanons !#can you tell i've thought about this #can you tell jamie grew up a chelsea fan #idk if terry would exist bc roy exists but im saying yes #i also think i got a good distribution of real players vs lassoverse players #and this isn't even touching on my friends' ocs

2 notes · View notes

hotvintagepoll · 8 days

Text

Propaganda

Vyjayanthimala (Madhumati, Amrapali, Sangam, Devdas)—Strong contender for /the/ OG queen of Indian cinema for over 2 straight decades. Her Filmfare Lifetime Achievement Award came not a moment too soon with 62 movies under her belt. Singer, dancer, actor, and also has the most expressive set of eyes known to man

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Vyjayanthimala:

Linked gifset

Linked gifset 2

Linked gifset 3

Linked gifset 4

Linked gifset 5

Linked gifset 6

Gloria Swanson:

She was THE idea of a 1920s sex comedy star, and was a hot (and totally unhinged) older woman in Sunset Boulevard. Hot as a young woman and as an older woman? Yes plz

I feel like she would slay in alternative fashion

her performance as Norma Desmond in sunset boulevard makes me insane. I love her

#gloria swanson #vyjayanthimala #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

208 notes · View notes

gvilla1-blog · 1 year

Text

MUN 2-2 LEE: A Vertical Slice of Life Under ten Hag

…Low to De Gea's near post and it flies straight through his hands and intothe bottom corner. 1-0 Brentford.

A pout, an exasperated crossing of the arms. A wincing usually characteristic of a poor, beaten canine who beared witness to a raised fist.

It was at this point, a mere 100 or so minutes into the 2022-23 Premier League Season, that I was ready for the towel to be thrown. I‘d take my ball and go home, numb after the frustrations a ten year epoch of darkness following the retirement of Sir Alex Ferguson had brought on. I had heard this bothersome tune before under Moyes, Van Gaal, Mourinho, and finally Ole. As sterile City and Lilliputian Liverpool claimed trophies like Larry King claimed spouses, we languished in mediocrity. Last season felt like the the last bout of a once-mighty fighter‘s career; the fight that’d driven them to flee the arena they once dominated out of sheer embarrassment, not to mention a touch of brain damage.

What followed felt like football’s answer to the Shinkansen: in what felt like moments, the scenery changed at blinding pace. In the blink of an eye, we were so far from where we had boarded. And the bullet train conductor was none other than the Vibing Dutchman, Erik ten Hag.

MUN 2-1 LIV. Casemiro. MNU 3-1 ARS. Casemiro. MUN 2-0 TOT. Casemiro’s header to equalize at Stamford Bridge. Garnacho accelerating past Fulham’s defense to deliver the killing blow at Craven Cottage. Rashford unlocking the Ultra Instinct. Casemiro. Ripping out the mean blue hearts of our noisy neighbors, 2-1. Casemiro. Old Trafford a fortress once more. Casemiro. CASEMIRO. CASEMIRO!

The highs remind us of what the sun felt like on our pale, downtrodden faces. They reminded us that football is about passion, bringing out the best in oneself, and most essentially: it’s fun.

But could it be possible that, instead of watching this hero‘s journey through until its natural end, when the ring is thrown into the fires of Mount Doom, when the young Jedi resists the dark side and defeats the evil emperor, we might have wanted the protagonist to become the Legend before it was earned? Was winning the league ever really supposed to happen this year?

Ten Hag has done so much in so little time because he’s instilled a very tangible sense of standards among this squad. They press cohesively, like a white blood cell surrounding and obliterating a harmful foreign substance. The center-halves, Licha and Varane, have the same rabid intensity and methodical coolness (respectively) that we saw during the halcyon days of Vidic and Ferdinand and sadly took for granted. The midfield takes bold steps toward the penalty box and creates chances instead of a constant rotation of metronomic sideways passes. And our attackers finish those chances! Imagine that.

But Wednesday night versus Leeds showed us that there is much left in the hourglass of our hero’s journey. We lack quality and depth in midfield, our attackers aside from Rashford are inconsistent, and our goalkeeper, once the lone bright spot of a floundering club, has reached obsolescence in the modern game.

The shortcomings ring a louder bell, but there are positives to be found. Our spirit was bruised and battered at 2-0, but we showed grit and determination as we scored two in quick succession to equal their total. And that second goal, the one that sent the Stretford End into an animalistic fury, was from our star boy, Jadon Sancho, returning from a long hiatus masterminded by ten Hag. Of the many pieces of evidence to be used in the Court of Man Management, such as the handling of the Ronaldo Debacle, Garnacho’s habitual tardiness, and Luke Shaw’s wavering motivation on the pitch and in the kitchen, there is perhaps no greater show of ten Hag’s skill in dealing with these volatile personalities than his rehabilitation of Sancho. He seems a man made new, with a confidence that can highlight the natural flair and calm lethality in his game that we hope can continue for many years.

Wednesday night was a microcosm of the season so far. Many shortcomings that hopefully only take a summer to resolve. But many positives that ought to have Reds from all four corners of the world delighted for the daylight shining through the thick canopy of Liverpool and City success.

We are impressive. Most impressive. But we are not Jedi yet.

#manchesterunited #erik ten hag #man united

2 notes · View notes

strongislandsuperfan · 2 years

Text

Mike Bossy, R.I.P

When you think of hockey legends, especially in my home state of New York, one name absolutely comes to mind. A name that has cemented itself in mythological legend status. That name is Michael Dean Bossy, or as we know him here in Long Island, Mike Bossy.

Mike Bossy was born on January 22nd, 1957 in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Growing up a hockey fan, you would think his family would root for the hometown heroes of hockey, the Montreal Canadiens. However, this was not the case, as everyone in his family cheered for the Detroit Red Wings. As a youth, Bossy played in the 1969 Quebec International Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament with a minor ice hockey team from Montreal. He started his junior career with the Laval National of the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League at the age of 15.

Bossy, who had averaged 77 goals per season, playing in junior hockey leagues, was passed over by twelve teams in the 1977 NHL Draft. Despite scoring 309 goals in five seasons, he was considered "not rugged enough" and defensively weak by NHL scouts. Teams such as the New York Rangers and the Toronto Maple Leafs, casted this shadow of doubt. Even his hometown Montreal Canadiens passed on him, but later regretted that decision.

The New York Islanders picked Bossy with the 15th overall selection and the rest, as they say, is history. Literally. Mike Bossy went on to have one of the most storied careers in NHL history. Not only was he a huge contributor to the Stanley Cup dynasty of the Islanders, but Bossy had impressive numbers. He scored 573 goals and had 553 assists in only 752 games. In 129 playoff games, he had eighty-five goals and seventy-five assists. When he retired, he held the record for most goals per season average with 57.3. Bossy was also noted for his clean play and won the Lady Byng Trophy for gentlemanly play three times in 1983, 1984, and 1986. Bossy officially retired in October 1988, having played his last game at the age of 30, due to back pain that had been plaguing him in the latter half of his career.

As of 2022, Bossy holds or shares the following NHL records:

-Most consecutive 50+ goal seasons: 9

-Most 50+ goal seasons (not necessarily consecutive): 9 (tied with Wayne Gretzky and Alexander Ovechkin)

-Most 60+ goal seasons (not necessarily consecutive): 5 (tied with Wayne Gretzky)

-Highest goals-per-game average, career (minimum 200 total goals): .762 goals per game

-Most power-play goals, one playoff season: 9 (tied with Cam Neely)

-Most consecutive hat tricks: 3 (tied with Joe Malone, who accomplished this twice)

-In January 2017, Bossy was named one of the '100 Greatest NHL Players' in history

Mike Bossy also led the league in goals twice, in 1978–79 and 1980–81. He was inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame in 1991 and his No. 22 was retired by the Islanders on March 3, 1992.

I will be fair in saying that, I do not come from a family of hockey fans. Okay, I'll be even more frank, black people just don't watch hockey. I am the only exception, and maybe my grandpa, but that's only because he hates all sports teams from Boston, including the Bruins, then later, he developed resentment towards the Pittsburgh Penguins because of Mario Lemieux's unflattering comments he made about Long Island and the fanbase. Naturally, I took to my grandpa's same feelings. At a young age, when I could finally comprehend the channels of sports fandom and rivalries on Long Island, several names began to resonate with me. Names such as Lawrence Taylor, Don Mattingly, Patrick Ewing, Mike Tyson, with regards to what my household was watching and who was the hometown hero we all rallied behind.

As I was coming into my own, understanding who and what I was cheering for, 1993 is when I turned my attention to the New York Islanders. That is also the year I attended my first hockey game at Nassau Coliseum. This was an awesome time, especially since food and tickets were not that pricey. The fanbase, rugged, colorful and passionate. I am not exaggerating when I tell you, the only time I've seen cops and dudes off the street corners actually get along and smile at each other was at an Islanders game. I remember looking up in the rafters, seeing the blue, orange and white banners and all the pageantry that went along with it.

For some odd reason, one name stood out. I remember asking someone, "Hey, who's Bossy?" and the response I got was, "You mean Mike Bossy. He's retired, but he's a f--kin' legend here!"

Then, I knew where I stood. While I became enamored with the legend, Mike Bossy, and the stories I've heard, especially regarding his offensive abilities and what I've been able to view later on in life from old hockey footage on YouTube and NHL.com, I still feel like the Islanders and Mike Bossy don't get the recognition or respect they rightfully earned. Even if you casually watch the game or hate the Islanders, any hockey fan would agree, the New York Islanders were good. Very good. Bossy agreed as well. Even with the impressive dynasty built in the 80's and the Islanders impressive playoff runs, Bossy harbored some animosity towards other teams & players getting more attention, especially Wayne Gretzky and the Edmonton Oilers, whom they swept in the Stanley Cup championship of 1983. Bossy stated in an interview in Sports Illustrated magazine that the Islanders got little recognition for their dynasty compared to their rivals. Bossy complained "I do a lot of promoting for how good [the Islanders] were … We never got one millionth of the recognition we should. We had a very low-key organization. They didn't want guys doing too much, because they thought the hockey might suffer. People don't talk about us in the first mention of great teams."

The mentions in sports documentaries & hall of fame recognition still doesn't do this impressive run enough justice.

When I think of the Islanders, and how I became a fan, there were these contributing factors; First, I am from Long Island (duh!). Secondly, my grandpa's beer-infused hatred for rival cities and anyone that bad-mouthed New York or Long Island. Third, the miracle of 1993, when the Islanders shocked the world by knocking off the defending Stanley Cup champs, Pittsburgh Penguins in the 1st round of the playoffs and defying all expectations of critics and fans. Lastly, a guy from Montreal, passed over by powerhouse franchises in the National Hockey League, drafted by a barely new team from Long Island still searching for identity & respect, wore the number 22 and carried a region of New York to hockey greatness.

Mike Bossy. Thank you and God bless.

#new york islanders #nhl #mike bossy #longisland #new york

2 notes · View notes