#Jimmy Fortune

[cbjustmusic]

Jimmy Fortune performing "Far Side Banks of Jordan". ________________________ Far Side Banks of Jordan Songwriter: Terry Smith

I believe my steps are growing wearier each day Still I've got a journey on my mind Lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay and my one regret is leaving you behind

If it proves to be his will that I'm the first to go And some how I've a feeling it will be When it comes time to travel likewise don't feel lost For I will be the first one that you'll see

And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan I'll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout! And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand

Through this life we've laboured hard to earn our meager fare It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes I'll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away And then you'll come then we'll see paradise

[k-wame]

JACOB FORTUNE-LLOYD & ED SPELEERS ↳ Midas Man (2024) dir. Joe Stephenson

[cheerioskid]

skyblings!! (i firmly believe jimmy belongs in the skyblings)

closeup & no color ver vv

the inspiration ^^

also please pretend that 1) grian is just hanging onto the side of the cart with his bird feet or whatever and 2) that jimmys wings DO EXIST and that they like show up whenever he needs them or something bc i couldn't draw these without losing readability or my mind :)

[fortunefavourstheboldau]

[rhaenella]

Ed Speleers as Tex Ellington in Midas Man (2024)

[undergroundrockpress]

Led Zeppelin, Los Angeles 1975.

Photo : James Fortune.

[save-the-data]

My Magic Prophecy | GMMTV 2025 Trailer

Thai Drama - TBA

~~ Adapted from the novel "Tham Nai Thai Thap" (ทำนายทายทัพ) by Dawin (ดวินทร์).

[firethatgrewsolow]

Zep at the House of Riot, 1973 (James Fortune)

[half-facedfig]

Hey guys…UHMMM SOOOOO

I may or may not have sent Jimmy page a letter with some fan art.

It’s been six weeks since I sent the letter…but this question remains:

⁉️⚡️

@elle22love @rules-of-classic-rock @ritacaroline @rawbraineater2 @to-be-a-joint-and-not-to-roll @thebeatles @that-bluesybitch @taurus-spacecraft @ibrokemybac @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @only-jimmy-sweetness @percys-lemons @pageydrinkstea @alderaanz @art-of-the-sunrise @silveraspensart @sluuttyplant @starlight-dazed @starrrnmoon @dschhh @deitripper @fawnvelveteen @firethatgrewsolow @fanciest-sauce @girlofthemoon75 @groovy-rockstars @grimydani @greensrew @hkatepllar @hippie-koldun @jonesyjonesyjonesy @jarsfullofstarrs @jimmysdragonsuit13 @mishalikessoundsandcolours @killingthemoon84 @ledzeppelinliveshere @lemongrablothbrok @callmethehunter @chromations @chauffeurkashmir @cucucibnhhj @v3nus-as-a-boy @behindthebrokenframe @bargainoriley @n0quart3r @navybluedell @niconoize @nature-and-music @maziecrazycloud

[pepperbag76]

“ Jimmy Page live at The Kezar Stadium in San Francisco, CA 1973. Photo by James Fortune. “

Source: @crockpics

[thejagged1]

Jagged Jimmy - Vision 09

I don't smoke and don't condone smoking, but i always thought these Cruella deVill cigarette holders are stylish as fuck. Also, that's probably not plain tobacco in that cig... nothing like a post-coitus high.

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[riceacolyte]

fortune

[k-wame]

JACOB FORTUNE-LLOYD & ED SPELEERS ↳ Midas Man (2024) dir. Joe Stephenson

[jrueships]

the 43 is actually the amount of times hes contemplated making a spectacle out of his soul releasing, wherever it may go, just in the span of these few minutes

[fortunefavourstheboldau]

chapter 1: a familiar sunrise

"Audaces fortuna juvat, Grant."

The voice crooned, echoing around his skull. Curly’s eyes fluttered open, the forgotten warmth of a blanket weighing on his still tired body. His uniform still lay there, crinkled and sweat-soaked from presumably either another nightmare or from laying awake, unwilling to let himself fall victim to whatever Jimmy wished to do to him again. He’d told himself time and time again that it wasn’t normal for a friend to need to do that to him, that Jimmy just wanted to use him and that he didn’t care about him; but the voice in the back of his head always whimpered that he surely cares because he takes the effort to abuse him. But... Jimmy was nice sometimes. Sometimes when Curly was sick, he'd bring him lukewarm soup with a dirty bowl, but, hey it's the idea that counts? Right? He laid there, conflicted. Did he really think Jimmy cared about him, after everything? Was it some stupid thoughts from a past self echoing through his heart? He'd feel incredibly stupid if it was how he really felt. God, sometimes he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror after Jimmy was done with him. He'd always been known as a well-built, tough guy, so seeing the fragile, tear-stained face that probably should've shaved a long time ago staring back at him embarrassed him more than anything. A face more horrifying than that was his charred, burnt flesh and exposed teeth staring back at him. He hated it when Jimmy would grab Anya's mirror and force him to look at the failure of a captain he'd become. The only thing that remained the same were the piercing blue eyes, a harsh icy blue glinting back at him. Everyone always told him how it felt like he was staring through them, but he always laughed it off, not really caring for the specifics. He sat up, looking at his hands. Oh, how he'd missed having skin, and hands, and feet - Curly missed having control over his own body. He'd gotten too used to talking to himself in his skull, it made Curly feel like he was going mental, but he'd just accepted it. But.. Was he in a dream? Weird to put him back on the Tulpar if he was. A couple rough knocks echoed from his door. Probably Swansea wanting him to send Daisuke on a unnecessary job just so he could get a break from the boy's constant talking. Curly yawned, and got up, stripping yesterday's uniform and replacing it with a cleaner, longer version. Even in a dream, he didn't want to risk unnecessary attention to himself.

"Oi, Curls! What time do you call this?"

Fuck. He glanced at the calendar sitting on his desk. 3 weeks before the crash?

"Coming Jimmy. No need to get your knickers in a twist, mate."

He opened the door, greeted by a grinning Jimmy in a surprisingly freshly washed uniform. Normally it took Jimmy a little longer than normal to wash his clothes and bathe himself.

"Careful, Anya's gonna call you in for another psych eval if you keep staying in your room for so long. Everyone knows you don't sleep, you have darker undereyes than all of us combined!"

Jimmy put his hand on Curly's shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"I don't want to watch our brilliant captain fall weakness to laziness, and neither do the crew, Curls. We're all sooo worried about you. "

Curly laughed meekly, shrugging off Jimmy's hand.

"Haha, very funny Jimmy. I'm fine, just couldn't.. find a clean uniform this morning. Laundry day came sooner than I expected."

Jimmy snickered and turned around, before walking off. Curly sighed in relief, looking around the dining room - Swansea sat in his usual chair, reading through an old textbook he was presumably going to lend to Daisuke, swirling the remainder of a cup of coffee. Daisuke was nowhere to be seen, but Curly assumed he was off in the utility room working on his new worksheets Swansea had found. Anya sat nearby Swansea, flicking through old photos on her camera, and sometimes turning it to him to show him photos of the beginning of the trip. Curly walked over to the two of them, knees cracking as he moved. Probably would need to get Anya to look at it, but he wasn't gonna bother, dream or not.

"Morning everyone. I hope you all slept well?"

Anya flinched, glancing up at him. She laughed, embarrassed. Swansea looked up at him and grunted in acknowledgement before looking back down.

"Hey Captain. Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a second. Did you sleep in late?"

"Huh? Oh uh... Yeah. I guess."

Anya squinted at him, scanning his face.

"You don't sound certain in that, and I know you have insomnia. What were you doing in there?"

Curly laughed nervously, walking over to the still working coffee machine. This all felt a little too real to be a dream. Jeez, what god had he unknowingly devoted himself to now? Could it be time-travel? No. No that would be ridiculous. He'll bring it up with Anya later. She'll probably tell him it was all some mental delusions he was having. Yeah. That sounded a lot better than "Hey Curly, you daft twat, you're now in debt to a god.'' Still, the thought lingered at the back of his mind.

"Hey, Earth to Curly? You in there?"

He blinked, only now realising Anya was standing in front of him, waving her hand across his vision.

"Ah. Yeah, yeah I mean it. I'm fine Anya."

"Still not answering my question, Grant. What took you 3 hours to do in there? You're always out at 4, maybe 5 am if you decide to shower."

She smiled softly, lowering her hand.

"I'm not going to push it, but you know evaluations are coming up tomorrow; right? You're worrying me."

Curly smiled back at her, deciding he'd lighten the mood by poking a little fun at her. He put his finger up, changing his voice to sound a hell of a lot nerdier than it normally could go.

"Erhm ackshually, evals are coming up tomoz, Anya."

She chuckled, jokingly slapping him.

"You're a dickhead, you know that, right?"

"Yeah I know. I'm funny though."

Curly grins, grabbing his cup of coffee, and sitting himself up on the counter. Anya shakes her head at him jokingly, before turning around and grabbing her camera off the table. Swansea nodded at the two of them before walking off.

"You should look at this photo I've got of when I first boarded. You look so happy there!"

He looked down at the photo. In it, he had his arm around Anya, and a massive grin plastered on his face. He appeared to have recently gotten a haircut, so his golden mop was more of a polished army cut. Anya seemed similarly happy, long black hair tied up in a loose messy bun, cheeks red from presumed cold. Curly smiled, and put his arm around her, replicating the pose in the photo.

"You reckon anything's changed, Anya?"

"Yeah, you're a sad sack of shit now!"

She smirked, looking up at him.

"Heyy, that's not fair! You know the shenanigans that Daisuke somehow gets up to when Big Swan isn't looking."

"Can't blame the wee little intern, senior Captain Curly."

He faked a gasp, clutching his chest, elbow unfortunately cracking as he moved it.

"Senior? I'm only 35! Swansea's 57!"

"Grant, I'd love to go along with your idea of you being a spring chicken buut your elbow cracked, you old dog."

He scoffed, standing up. Anya laughed, setting her camera down on the counter after stretching.

"Well, senior Captain Curly, I've got responsibilities calling. Enjoy your coffee!" 

"It was nice talking to you Anya. I really missed it."

Her eyebrows furrowed at that comment, but she quickly let it go, deciding it'd be a tomorrow thing.

Curly walked over to the lounge, stepping aside to avoid the broken section of the sofa. He'd once been desperate to fix it, but Pony Express would even take complaints out of his paycheck, so he'd given it up. Sipping his now lukewarm coffee, he stared out into the artificial baby blue abyss. Fuck, he'd missed just being able to talk to his crew. He hated being stuck there, unable to give them a response, even when they sat there talking to him about everything. They'd all kept him alive even though they'd believed he was the one to crash the ship. He was sure that had happened. Though, he wasn't entirely sure whatever situation he was in now was real, however. His limbs felt like how they had before, and his face looked how it should, but he didn't feel real. Had he really spent 3 hours staring at the ceiling? Curly had never really had severe mental delusions - he'd had numerous panic attacks, and dissociated whenever he got into bed - but he'd never hallucinated months of torture?

Maybe Jimmy was right. Maybe he really was falling off the deep end, once and for all.

fic link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/61405324/chapters/157008094

[tomsmusictaste]

Honestly, don’t think there’s ever been another deluxe album that went quite as hard as Every Avenue’s Shh. Just Go With It. I mean look at this:

Like, usually on a deluxe you’ll get a couple of acoustic or live tracks, maybe 1-3 previously unheard tracks that didn’t make the cut for the album

But SJGWI gives us not only a whole six, SIX, bonus tracks that were previously unheard, but also each and every one of them is incredible and makes the album 10 times better. They turned an 11-track record into a 17-track record, damn near doubling it’s playback time, and literally no track is a miss. There’s no filler whatsoever here, they knocked it out of the park on all of them.

Like. I cannot imagine listening to this without those six songs at the end. Ending on Chasing The Night instead of Getting Out would just feel wrong at this point. Those six songs are some of the most iconic and certainly some of my personal favourites from the band’s whole discography — One More Song, Picking Up The Pieces, Fame And (Mis) Fortune — these songs are all are all excellent songs, and excellently elevate what was already a fantastic album to begin with.

Just. This Deluxe Album, man. They really went above and beyond, y’know, it truly does feel like it earns the title of deluxe.