#blondie Joey

[nflballgirl]

bringin back this summer interview

[slicedupapple]

Joey Ramone and Debbie Harry for Punk Magazine, CBGB, 1976.

[rolloroberson]

Debbie Harry and Joey Ramone

[punkieagainsttheworld]

Debbie Harry and Joey Ramone

[g00dgraces]

﹟claire (bear) biggs x blondie locks

[meetmeinthesandbox]

Debbie + Joey

[ecultured]

joey ramone and debbie harry photographed by chris stein

[pinkorchidsinspring]

KANSAS CITY has won

TAYLOR LAUTNER spotted

New dress for speak now era

Koi fish guitar

LONG LIVE?!

PURPLE DRESS FOR FOLKLORE

Followed that up by being so gay during the one as always

Said James was a boy

REBEKAHS HAIR WAS ALL PINNED again?!

SHE SHOUTED “THERE GOES THE LOUDEST WOMAN THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN” like no singing at all there

THE I CAN SEE YOU MV Starring Taylor Lautner and Joey King

“Premiere” -“the cast shows up” -group hug 🥹

Taylor lautner does a flip and praises Taylor so much without her knowing it was gonna happen (Joey said that he was originally just gonna say “go chiefs”)

NEVER GROW UP SS1

WHEN EMMA FALLS IN LOVE SS2

[aiiaiiiyo]

[returnsandreturns]

this is just happening, i guess

Amber and Joey last two weeks and Ruby lasts three hours not talking to Amber about it because Amber is out back on her smoke break. She’s holding an unlit cigarette and pouting—not pouting to get attention or sympathy or make someone feel guilty for being an asshole to the most angel-faced angel baby in fucking existence, just pouting because she’s sad.

“You don’t smoke,” Ruby says.

“I could smoke,” Amber says, exaggerating the pout slightly. She’s talented.

Ruby offers her a lighter and Amber wrinkles her nose.

“Yeah, sure,” Ruby murmurs, rolling her eyes and sliding it back into her pocket, not saying anything else until the silence goes too far. “So, what did Joey do to fuck it up?”

“He yelled at me,” Amber says.

“Aren’t you, like, into that?” Ruby asks, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s different when we’re here and he’s yelling at everybody and it’s, like, hot because of the, like, context,” Amber says, looking genuinely upset now, voice getting squeaky. “It’s—different when we’re alone and I’m the only one there to yell that.”

The shaky little tone of her voice makes something light up in Ruby’s stomach. She knows that Joey’s just an asshole with a short fuse but she’s threatening him later, anyway. Probably with knives. They’ve got a lot of knives.

“That piece of shit,” she says, flatly.

“He is,” Amber says, after a moment, lifting her chin. “He is a piece of shit.”

“. . .that the meanest thing you’ve ever said, blondie?” Ruby asks, lips twitching for a moment when Amber actually takes a minute to think about it before smiling and nodding. “Good—there’s such a thing as being too sweet, you know.”

“You don't know anything about that, huh?” Amber asks, with that glittery good little hostess look in her eyes.

She gets it. Ruby gets it.

“I can be sweet,” she says, low, glancing over Amber.

“Prove it,” Amber shoots back, then immediately blushes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, it’s the coat—or I might be a slut. Do you think I’m a slut? Oh my god.”

“I think you need to be with someone who actually knows how to handle you,” Ruby says, ignoring the way Amber blushes harder, looking like she’s a second away from hiding her face in her hands. “Look, cancel whatever plans you have tonight. We’re going to stay after close and drink and shit talk Joey. Just tell Nicole."

"Oh, she'll be good at that," Amber says, softly, nodding.

[punkrockhistory]

42 years ago today

Iggy Pop and Joey Ramone backstage at a Blondie show at the Meadowlands in East Rutherford, New Jersey on August 14, 1982.

Photo by © Ebet Roberts

[punkieagainsttheworld]

Joan Jett, Debbie Harry, David Johansen and Joey Ramone

[hoodienanami]

fantastic article from original London punker Vivien Goldman about the not-so-secret but often forgotten Jewish role in the early UK punk scene

In a classically angst-ridden Jewish ambivalence about identity, the New York punk Richard Hell – of Television, the Heartbreakers and the Voidoids – has said he doesn't like to be defined by the fact that his father is Jewish. But he's one of many Jewish (or Jewish-ish?) artists on the New York scene, such as Joey Ramone, Lenny Kaye of the Patti Smith Group and Blondie's Chris Stein, who overcame his Holocaust paranoia by collecting Nazi artefacts. (The concerns of punky American Jews are documented by by Steven Lee Beeber in his book The Heebie-Jeebies at CBGB's). In a documentary I made for BBC 6 Music, A Tale of Two Punk Cities, Talking Heads bass player Tina Weymouth recalled that New York punks thought people who talked politics were a bore. But to us, the ideas expressed in Anarchy In The UK and White Riot were real. The G2 or Second Generation theory, whereby children of Holocaust survivors are often socially conscious activists, could have had something to do with it, however it was never discussed. But the Yanks were trying to forget Vietnam, while we were still living among bombsites in our own civil war zone, fighting teds, skinheads and rockers as well as the sus law and the National Front. Our punky Jew experience was also different because British punk mostly inhabited a shared political landscape, as well as views of the kind that McLaren and Rhodes helped to spread, which manifested in organizations such as Rock Against Racism.

[ac3-76]

Ninjago Music Headcannons

their music types and stuff

warnings: none🐩

Cole

He listens to everything

heavy metal, love, country, Indy, alternative

literally any song that he likes is his music type

Because he's not picky, he knows a lot of underground artists

He can play the piano and electric bass

If a song comes on in a movie he knows the name, artist, album, and probably the Year of release

ALWAYS HAS HEADPHONES

He cannot function without music playing

His Spotify wrapped is hectic

Yk in Episode 1 Season 1 of Lab Rats when Adam says he listens to Taylor Swift bc she's soothing

Yea, Cole has the same reason

(Musular himbos🤝liking Taylor Swift)

However he won't listen to her on anything except for YouTube, and it's those lyric versions made by fans that she doesn't get paid for

He doesn't like Billionaires and doesn't wanna give her more money

Nya

She listens to a lot of underground artists

Backseat Vinyl, Club Coward, Tiger Print

She has an alternative/Indy vibe

She can play the electric guitar

She LOVES Lady Gaga

She bought floor tickets to one of Gagas concerts

best decision she ever made

she took Skylor and Pixal with her

She won't sing on the shower but she'll lipsync music

She loves ABBA

All of her Instagram stories and posts have music playing

she just thinks it's awkward if her post/story doesn't have music

Lloyd

He hyperfixates on an artist for a week or two and then doesn't listen to them again

He hates country with a burning passion

he cannot stand when Coles on aux because one minute ur listening to Honky Tonk Bondakadonk(Trace Adkins) and the next ur listening to Dealer(Lana Del Rey)

He listens to music that fit how he's feeling

His go to sad song is Medicine by Daughter

Kai introduced him to Daughter

He listens to old school music while doing graffiti, his favorite old school songs are:

Punk Tactics(Joey Valence & Brae)

One Way or Another(Blondie)

City Lights(Ese 40'z)

P.I.M.P(50 cent)

I'm a Player(Too $hort)

Zane

He's the only one in the group who's knowledge of music rivals Coles

When he had to sleep he would listen to Idea #22(Gibran Alcocer) on repeat to fall asleep

He can play most instruments but his favorite to play are the drums

He's really good at singing

HE SINGS IN THE SHOWER

the ninjas find it kinda annoying but also nice because he's a good singer

He's a really good DJ

Once the ninjas went clubbing in Ninjago City and Zane ending up DJing for 7 minutes

(he's honestly the life of the party, him and Kai love to party and go clubbing)

(Him and Kai would also be invited to Tara Yummy parties)

(They would go and the fans would lose their minds)

He listens to music that fits the vibe

Jay

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

His favorite genre is rap

He listens to Coolio and Eminiem while he invents

World tours in the shower

He hates ABBA

He knows the lyrics of songs even if he's never heard it before

"It's just easy to tell where the lyrics are going based off of the instrumental part🤷‍♂️"

He's really good a karaoke

He watches Glee

His favorite Glee characters are Santana and Blaine

Kai

Listens to Broadway Musicals

His favorite are Hadestown, Heathers, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, and West Side Story

He has Say No To This(Hamilton) memorized

He loves listening to sad music even if he's happy

His favorite sad artist is Daughter

He introduced Lloyd to Daughter when they went to their art studio together

(Lloyd's good at art and Kai's also good at art so they bought an art studio and go there together to work sometimes(most of the time they go there seperatly bc of how busy they both are))

He listens to music while he paints or draws

Prefers wired ear buds over bluetooth

It's because the Bluetooth audio is "funky and echo-y"

He can play the electric guitar and the electric bass

Wu

Listens to classical music and old school 90s or 80s rap

His favorite pianist in Tony Ann

His favorite old pianists in Motzart

He knows all the lyrics to C.P.R by CupcakKe

no one know why because none of the ninjas listen to it excessively

He just knows all the lyrics to it

They all use Spotify(they got the family premium plan(pretend the family plan includes 7))

[ohtobeleah]

I know you’re taking a break so please no pressure but I was just curious about the first time Hangman sees Brawler fight?

Oh anything for our Brawler Baby. 🥹

The first time Jake ever sees you hit someone he feels like he’s just been teleported into some kind of parallel universe. 

He’d been told you had a temper that went zero the death row rather quickly. Bob had warned him not to fuck with you all that much because the likelyhood of you costing him a pretty penny for a nose reconstruction had the same probability as Bradley Bradshaw wearing an open button hawaiian shirt to any event ever. 

But now he’s witnessing it, you’re playing a friendly game of pool with Hangman, Coyote and Bob. You’d been carrying the team all game because Bob was fucking useless and couldtnt play for shit. Jake thought it was quite endearing watching you show Bob how to line up your targets and all the different ways to hold the cue. 

“Come on darlin, let the men play, they don't need any more distractions.” You had been the only one not in uniform. It had been your one day off this week and like fuck were you gonna show up to the Hard Deck in your tans. 

“Don't take the bait Brawler, he’s just messin’ with you.” Bob mumbles, his southern drawl a little thicker than usually. It wasn't often that Bob really needed to come to your defence, he knew you could hold your own, but still –you were his sister, and he hated when people messed with you. 

The guy doesnt stop heckling you though and Jake is starting to witness first hand exactly why everyone calls your Brawler. When Jake of all people takes a shot and fumbles it, it gives the man the chance to blame you and your mum jeans for it. 

“Told you sugar, this ain't no place for an ass like that.” That comment alone is what sends you over the edge, biting your bottom lip as you uncross your arms from across your chest and take a few steps in the guy's direction as he sits with his buddies not far from the pool table. 

Jake is gripping at your bicep, pulling you back. 

“Down girl–” Is all he says before yours looking into his eyes for a moment, the emerald green seas staring back at you like you fucking hung every star in the night sky just for him. You weren't too sure how long you got lost in Jake's eyes for, but when you shake the sense back into yourself, your pulling your arm from his grip. 

“I gotta walk away, if I don't walk away I'm gonna fucking hit him.” You’re balling your fits at your side in frustration as Jake nods, agreeing that you should take a walk. Cool off. 

“I'll come with, c’mon, i'll buy you another beer?” Jake thinks he has you on the hook for a minute, and really he did. But as soon as you turn on your heels and Jake has his arms slung over your shoulder? The man who'd been giving you shit sees one final moment to strike. 

“Ah, I see we got ourselves a Badge Bunny boys.” He’s smearing with his buddies as he takes a sip of his beer. “Come on darlin, don't go all quiet on me now, tell you what?” Jake can feel your skin boiling under his touch and when you stop walking, he knows you’ve committed. “I'm sure blondie here is just overcompensating for something rather….small.” He's wiggling his pinky and that makes him and all his buddies laugh. Jake bites his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene as you turn around. 

“Listen guys–” Jake tried to start but you beat him to it. 

“You know what? What the hell–” Bob turns at just the right moment to see that Rooster is hitting number eleven on the jukebox. Joey Valence & Base Punk Tactics comes blaring through the speakers as you make your way over to the guy who's been giving you a hard time. 

Before Jake can even register what's happening, you’re fully standing between the man's legs, his hands are on the small of your back and just as he thinks you're about to go in for a kiss? You're pulling your head back and slamming your forehead between the man's eyes, breaking his nose just from the sheer force alone. 

“You wanna fucking talk shit?” You ask as he’s doubling over, blood dripping from his nose as he groans and all his buddies stay seated, stunned into pure silence. “I'll give you something to talk about.” Il only takes one right hook to have your fist throbbing, But you hold your own as the man swings at you, connecting his fist with your jaw. You stubble back and Jakes eyes go wide because what fucking guy hits a woman? 

“HEY!” He’s hissing, taking a few steps towards you before Bob is pulling him back. Jake just turns with frowned brows because why on gods green earth would anyone let this play out. 

“Don't get involved, Brawler would rather go down in a pool of blood than have someone step in to defend her in a fight she started.” Bob explained as Jake watched you tackle the guy to the ground, straddling his waist as you threw a few heavy blows against his face. “She wouldn't throw the first punch if she couldn't handle it.” 

“You say this like you've seen this happen before?” Jake asked as he watches Bradley pull you off the guy, the only person you ever let pull you from a fight. He catches your fist as you go to swing at him in a blind red rage, having taken a few in the past. 

“Far too many times to count.” Bob sighs as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Jake thinks he's in love the second he sees you spit blood from your mouth, watching the colour of your knuckles turn a busted mirage of dark purples from the busted capillaries. 

“So, about that beer?” You ask coyly. Jake just nods, not knowing what to fucking say as he walks with you to the bar. Bradley just stands with Bob, watching as Jake pulls you into his side by your waist. 

“Oh fucking hell not Hangman.” Rooster groans as Bob chuckles to himself, still holding the pool cue as the guy is dragged out of the bar unconscious by his buddies. Serves him right. 

“She told me two days ago in a drunken slur that she thought he had a cute butt.”