#Chrissie Hinds

[sheilamurrey]

August 22nd - Viva la cerveza!

It’s August 22nd, 2024; We have an original rock song for cerveza (beer) drinkers! Bubba Hudson delivers smooth, rockin’ vocals on this hot tamale song. Haha! (Yes, I also enjoy a cerveza once or twice a year)! If you too like a cerveza now and then, this is a rockin’, radio-ready song for you! Mucho gracias to Steven Cooper, Nashville, TN. Hot-cha! Here’s the two-hundred-thirty-fourth new music…

[ladykailitha]

A Love Connection Part 1

In a very special engagement (as in a don't normally post 5 days a week), I introduce "A Love Connection"!

If the premise looks familiar the original idea is from here, where a couple of people in the notes or tags said they'd love to try it. And after a year, I figured I'd try my own hand at the idea.

This will update on Tuesdays at 10am and 10pm EST. With hopefully eight chapters.

Summary: Steve has tried everything under the sun to find someone to truly connect with, so he gives up after a particularly horrible date. Then Chrissy introduces him to her favorite game show "Love Connection". When Chrissy and Robin apply for him, they don't think they'll except him, but he does. His suitors are Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, and Eddie Munson. Will Steve crash and burn again or will his connection be there waiting for him?

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Look, to say Steve’s love life was a disaster would be unfair. That would be underselling it. It was a fucking catastrophe. He had gone to bars, joined hobby groups, used all the apps, even Grindr; though that was mostly for hookups, which sucked. But that was the nature of the beast if he was honest.

And the beast had completely devoured him. All his dates were either only interested the casual, cheated on him, or wanted one-night stands. Which Steve absolutely did not want. He wanted connection. Intimacy.

“I absolutely give up,” he whined to Robin, after the last date tried to slip out in the middle of the night, knocked over their lamp into their goldfish bowl, killing the goldfish, then he tried to hide the evidence by dumping it down the garbage disposal and turning it on! Lied about it, then stole their last beer as “compensation for his trauma’ and told Steve to never call him again.

“Look, Ryan wasn’t the best guy,” Robin replied with a grimace. “He liked Oasis and Tool unironically. Always a red flag.”

Steve snorted. Robin was a music snob most days, but she wasn’t wrong about that. Ryan and he had been dancing around and with each other for weeks before they finally got so hot and heavy that they went back to Steve’s for sex.

“It’s not fair,” he huffed. “You went to that bar and you a hottie girlfriend and I went to that bar and fucked a fish killer! I loved Garfield! He lived for five years before that bastard mercilessly murdered him. That’s long than my last ten relationships combined!”

Robin winced. “Ooh... I’m going to have to call Chrissy and let her know we can’t go back to that gay bar again.”

“Oh he’s so dead now!” Steve ranted. “Not only is he fish killer, he has driven us from our favorite bar!”

“Let me order us some take out,” Robin said standing up, “then I’ll call Chrissy over and we’ll all cry over Ciarán Hinds and Amanda Root falling in love.”

Steve sniffed away a couple of tears and nodded. “Then can we have a funeral for Garfield?”

Robin tilted her head and smiled sadly. “Of course we can. It’s a Sunday so none of us have work. We can watch as many weepy romance movies as you want, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve croaked. She gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek. He watched her wander into the kitchen to see what leftovers they had in the fridge so they could order from somewhere else. He loved her so much.

~

Sometime in the afternoon when they were more than a little tipsy, Chrissy commandeered the remote and turned on her favorite game show.

“Love Connection”

“Noooo...” Steve whined, burying his head into a throw pillow. It was Garfield shaped. It was what inspired the naming of the valiant fish. “This is the last thing I want to see. It’s so fake. No one gets together on these things. It’s so cheesy.”

“Exactly!” Chrissy crowed. “That’s why it’s perfect, we get to make fun of them!”

Steve thought that the only good part of the show was the second half. The first half was split into three different rounds. The first round was each suitor answer the one question, for a total of fifteen and then the catch would rank them, best got three points, second two, and third only one.

Then in the second round there were a set of rapid fire either or questions that the catch would yell out and the suitors would write down their answers. If their answer matched the catch’s they would get a tally. Whoever had the most tallies would win five points. Then three points to second place and one to the last place.

Then in the final round, each suitor would be asked separate questions and the catch would rate their answer one through three and that’s how many points they would get. Then at the end of the round all the points would be tallied up and the two highest would move on to the next round.

To the part that Steve actually liked. The first question always asked was “what would you do for a first date?” And the suitors got to take the catch out for the date and then afterward for drinks, the two dates would ask the catch some of the questions he asked them. Then the catch would pick the one they connected to the best.

It was all the stupid questions that bothered Steve. That was the fun part of dating, having these conversations and learning about them as you go. But then maybe that’s what Steve’s problem was, is that the people he dated didn’t care about these types of conversations.

“Why would you say you hate sports,” Steve huffed, waving his hand at the screen, “when the guy is a major soccer fan? Like did she think that she was going to put a stop to him enjoying it after starting dating?”

“Ooh yeah,” Chrissy agreed. “Just pick a different catch.”

Robin turned to her and tilted her head. “Do they get to chose their catch? I thought it was all random.”

Chrissy paused the show and pulled out her phone and the Wikipedia article. “Okay, it says here that people can apply to be suitors,” she waved at the row of women in the three booths. “Or catches.” She indicated the guy with her hand. “If they’re chosen to be a suitor then they are given a list of catches, headshot included. Then they rank vote them, so if four people pick Henry, then one will be on their second rank vote. And that part is randomized. According to them, anyway.”

Steve snorted. He highly doubted anything was randomized or voted on. They went for the biggest drama and everyone knew it.

“How long has this show been going on?�� he huffed. “Like please tell it’s new and shiny and that’s why people like it.”

Robin snorted and shook her head. “Sorry, babe. But this is season twelve.”

“Oohh...” Chrissy said. “We need to show him the season six finale. That was hella juicy!”

So despite Steve’s protests, Chrissy pulled it up on her streaming services even though they hadn’t even finished the episode they were on.

When the credits rolled, Steve stared at the screen in utter shock. “What the honest fuck was that?”

Two of the three guys got into an all out brawl when the one guy had scored the lowest and felt that the second place suitor cheated. Not first place, second. Both guys were arrested and hauled off the set.

“It came out later Sven was right,” Robin said. “Elliot cheated. His cousin was an ex of the catch so he went in knowing a lot about Stella. The things he got wrong were things that had changed since she was dating his cousin.”

Chrissy nodded. “That’s why the have partitions up between the suitors now and why they have vigorous screening now. The show was almost canceled.”

“So why wasn’t it?” Steve asked honestly. “That was a shit show, if I was Stella I would have sued them into oblivion.”

Robin squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “She did, but they settled out of court.”

“Basically,” Chrissy said, pouring them more wine and handing the first glass to Steve, “she wanted them to completely overhaul the system. She didn’t want it off the air, she wanted it safer for future participants.”

“The more the fool them,” Steve huffed. He took a long sip of his wine. “All right, fine. Let’s start at the beginning.”

Robin and Chrissy cheered and they all huddled up together on the sofa to watch this absolute train wreck of a show.

They were about half way through the third season and twice as drunk when Steve slurred, “Why are there no gay peemles in this? It’s a trav–trad–tramajesty.”

“Travesty!” Robin slurred back, her language skills always being the last to go when she’s three sheets to the wind. “And you are absolutely right! This is homophobic!”

Chrissy nodded solemnly and pulled out her phone. “I’mma show them...” she muttered with her tongue sticking out. “At loveconnectionUSA Need more gays, hashtag loveconnection hashtag need more gays.”

It wasn’t long after that that the three of them passed out on the sofa, empty bottles all around them and a message on the screen asking if they’re still watching.

~

There was a loud beeping noise and it absolutely was hurting his head. He reached over to where his phone was usually plugged in on his nightstand, but his hand went straight through it. He waved his arm all over the place but still his nightstand eluded him.

He peaked open one eye but his vision was obscured by a mass of blonde hair. He tried to push it out of the way but it kept falling back into his face. Finally he pushed Robin off him and onto the floor with a thud.

“Hey!” she yelped.

Steve peered over the edge of the sofa with a look of confusion. “Why are you on the floor?” he muttered over the still beeping of his alarm.

“Stop!” he mumbled and somehow, blissfully it did.

“I’m on the floor because you pushed me there,” Robin huffed, getting to her feet. She did a sniff test and grimaced when she completely failed. “God... how much did we drink yesterday?”

Chrissy struggled to sit up and blinked at her girlfriend groggily. “Not enough if I feel like this.”

Steve rolled over and looked at them both in confusion, then the events of Saturday and all day Sunday came flooding back in.

“Oh fuck...” he muttered, sitting up himself and rubbing his face. One eye was blurry from where his contact had shifted in the night. He wasn’t even sure why he had them on. Probably from sheer force of habit.

He got up and stumbled toward the bathroom where he emptied his stomach of all its boozy contents. He really didn’t remember them eating after breakfast, only a steady stream of harder and harder liquor.

While his was puking his guts out, Chrissy and Robin stole the shower. Thankfully only taking the time they needed to get the gross feeling of being hungover off their skin.

Then Steve closed his eyes as they exited the shower and snuck into Robin’s room to get ready for work. They all worked at Hawkins Middle School, where Steve was a history teacher who coached swimming and basketball. Chrissy was a health teacher and advisor for cheerleading. And Robin was the language teacher. The principal snatched her up because she could teach French, Spanish, and Italian, with her only needing to hire a German teacher.

Steve got his shower and then opted for glasses instead of his contacts, not trusting his shaky hands not poke out his eye or some shit.

They all were mostly human once they got coffee, painkillers, and cereal in them, the three of them, no doubt looking like escaped extras from a zombie flick. They moved as one, gathering up their stuff and shuffling out to Steve’s car. Chrissy sat in the back, Robin riding shotgun.

Chrissy opened her phone to check to see if she had any messages. “Holy shit!”

~

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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[strangerthingsreversebigbang]

In case you missed them, here are the first ten works posted from the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang!

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Cover Worthy by @stevesno1simp | Art by @raven-cl

Rating: E

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Male Character(s)

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve has been crushing on rock star Eddie Munson, front man for the popular metal band Corroded Coffin since they made it big. But he never dreamed that landing a job as a photographer at the most popular metal magazine in the world would lead him to a photoshoot with him…

Survival of the Sister by @skepsiss | Art by @ent-is-indecisive

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Max Mayfield

Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

Summary: Max is a young knight who has lost everything to the darkness of the Upside Down. The last thing she can lose is her life. She puts it all on the line to save her family, friends, and Hawkins. Fate has another idea for her as she struggles to recall her happiest memories that will bring her back to life and toward Lucas, who is desperately searching for her. Overall, it is a short, emotional piece about Max fighting back death with sheer willpower and then getting to relish in being reunited with Lucas

Homesteddie Farms by @artaxlivs | Art by @doomcheese

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary : “I thought you were helping me with the morning feeding?”

“Stevie! I am helping!” With his free hand, Eddie motions to the gaggle of animals clamoring for their attention.

“You’re making another Tiktok video. That’s not helping.” Steve sighs but his lips pull up in a hint of a smile.

Jabbing a finger into Steve’s side to make him yelp and skitter away, Eddie taps the record button and grins at the camera on his phone, “Hey-howdy-hey folks! Welcome to another beauuu-ti-ful morning here at Homesteddie Farms! Say hi to the farm fans, Steve.”

Steve huffs a breath, before shaking his head and saying in a fond tone, “Hey farm fans!” Then he grunts out an 'oof' as one of the goats stands up on it’s hind legs, head butts Steve in the thigh and begins to nibble on the raggedy bottom of his cut off overall shorts. “Madmartigan! Get down.”

Echoes of You by @writer-in-theory | Art by @yellowsweater-bluevest

Rating: Teens and Up Audience

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Five years after leaving Hawkins, Eddie Munson comes home to take care of his Uncle Wayne. He never imagined having to face the ghosts of what he'd left behind.

When you look into the mirror, tell me what you see by @slippy-slip | Art by @cxwzkeys

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Jonthan Byers

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve moves away but when he comes back to visist, he’s not quite the same. Some cope with changes better than others.

Work it On Out by @lemonlimelights | Art by @chuchayucca

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence -specifcally the aftermath- blood and injury

Characters: Alexei, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Jonathan Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Nancy Wheeler

Parings: Alexei/Joyce Byers, Minor Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers, Minor Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler`

Summary: Alexei lives and Joyce can't stop thinking about him. Her kids catch on quick.

Love Sick by @lady-lostmind | Art by @ahhrenata

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary:

Eddie rolls over with a groan. He feels awful. He can’t breath out of his nose, there’s so much pressure in his head he feels like it might explode and his throat feels like he swallowed a cup of razors. He lets out a truly pathetic whimper, the sound catching in his throat as it turns into a cough. He stretches his arm out, feeling around for Steve and is met with cold, empty sheets. He whines again and finally pries his eyes open.

“Stevie?”

I Think of Thee by @house-of-chant | Art by @sunflowerharrington

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie, Chrissy, Gareth, Jeff, Unnamed Freak, Max, Ms O'Donnell

Pairing(s): Eddie Muson/Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Retaking senior year was not on Eddie's life plan. Neither was retaking Shakespearean Literature. At least Chrissy's in the class this year, though. AU - Eddie and Chrissy were childhood friends.

Do You Think I Have Forgotten (about you?) by StupidWithSteddie | Art by @artbean

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Gareth (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Summary:

Steve Harrington didn’t know much but he knew one thing — he hated Eddie Munson and he always would.

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or the battle of the bands au where steve and eddie have a complicated past and they're forced to confront it through the only way they know how - music

The Very First Night by @sourw0lfs | Art by @sunflowerharrington

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s):Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham's Father (mentioned), Unnamed Band Manager

Relationship(s): Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Corroded Coffin

Summary:

"The rest of their set passes in a blur, some performative instinct Chrissy didn’t even know she had kicking in somewhere between the first and second songs. It leaves her feeling exhilarated, like she could fly if she tried.

Leaving the stage with the rest of the band feels right. Laughing as they walk through backstage to pack away their things again feels right.

Chrissy decides right then and there that she’s made the right choice, even if they never make it further than this.

OR: Five times something almost happens after Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin and one time it does"

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Axl and Chrissy Hind in Boston Aug 2023

[mannytoodope]

 Christine Ellen “Chrissie” Hynde (born September 7, 1951),  I always thought her last name was Hinde. She is a musician best known as a founding member and lead vocalist of the rock band The Pretenders.   The hippie counter-culture first inspired Hynde. e.  in 1978. She formed The Pretenders. Throughout the band’s 40-year run, Hynde has been the only consistent member. In 2014, she started a solo career. In 2005, she and the crew were inducted into The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Hynde has worked with various artists.   She and the band still tour and make solid music. Hynde is one of the leading figures in rock music.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

This Cat's Out of the Bag

Based on @lunateayart ' s Witch Chrissy and Familiar Eddie AU!

"What the hell is that?"

"A cat! Isn't he adorable?"

Jason stared down at the scraggly little puff of dark brown fur sat on his girlfriend's couch currently hissing at him, clearly angry from the basketball player having sat on it. To be fair, the angry creature blended in with his girlfriend's loveseat. It had a tiny spiked black collar around it's neck with a red charm shaped like a guitar pick attached. If Jason didn't know better, he'd say the creature was glaring at him.

"Yeah. Adorable." It looked like it probably had mange. Watching as the cat padded back from where it had been disturbed and sitting on it's hind legs like a human as it continued to keep eye contact with Jason.

"His name's Eddie." Chrissy explained as she picked the cat up and scratched it behind the ears. The cat visibly calming down as it leaned into the redhead's touch. "I found him on the way home from Hecate's Emporium. I just had to keep him. Isn't that right Eddie?" The creature loudly purred in agreement. Turning it's attention from Chrissy to Jason in a side glance. Was...was it smirking at him?

"Right well ugh, you ready for our date?"

"Date?" Chrissy stared at him before a look of realization crossed the girl's face. "Oh! Crap, I totally forgot." She carefully set Eddie down on the couch as she glanced over at the clock on the wall. "Hey something came up. I Ugh....I have to give Eddie a flea bath."

"Mrrrp?" The cat raised its head at this, as if it was as surprised as Jason was.

"Flea bath? Seriously?"

"Yeah, I mean, who knows where he's been and I just want to be careful." Chrissy was quick to explain as she began to push her boyfriend towards the door. "How about we reschedule? Tomorrow maybe?"

"Okay but I already-" Jason was cut off as he was pushed outside and the door was slammed shut in his face. "....bought....movie tickets....damn it." Jason huffed. All of this for some stupid stray?

~~

"Way to go Cunningham, totally not suspicious at all." Eddie laid out on the couch, now in his human form with a smirk on his face as he watched Chrissy lock the door behind her. Laying on his stomach and swinging his legs in the air as he watched her walk over.

"You shush." The witch grabbed her fluffy pink bathrobe off a nearby chair and tossed it at the familiar. "Now put this on. You may be cute but you're not going to walk around butt naked."

"Aw, you still think I'm cute like this?" Eddie smiled as Chrissy averted her eyes from his body. Shrugging the robe on and tying the sash around his waist. "Careful there, I think your boyfriend might be a little jealous of us."

"There's no us. Not yet at least. Come on, we need to finish the bonding ceremony so you can be my *official* familiar." She gave a small tug on the collar still around his neck. "If you think you can handle that."

"That a challenge?" Eddie asked with a quirked eyebrow before bowing. "By all means, lead the way my good witch."

[wakeupchrissy]

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name  suggestions :

chrissy  oddly  enough  really  didn ’ t  have  a  say  in  their  child ’ s  name ,  she  just  knew  she  didn ’ t  want  a  name  that  was  common  or  overly  traditional .  most ,  if  not  all  of  their  children ’ s  names  were  eddie ’ s  suggestions .

girl —  alice (  the  most  traditional  name  on  the  list ) ,  joan , rizzo ,  angel ,  lux ,  jesse ,  alix , nix ,  priss  &  all  the  current  movie  star  obsessions  eddie  has . boy —  ozzy ,  slayer ( chrissy  is  rolling  her  eyes ) , ace ,  axel ,  sebastian  aka  bass ,  thorn ,  jett ,  jaxx  &  various  lists  of  his  favourite  artists .

physical  features  they  took  from  chrissy :

her  piercing  blue  eyes &  her  button  nose .

physical  features  they  took  from  eddie :

eddie ’ s  ears ,  mouth &  dark  curly  hair .  

which  parent  do  they  act  more  like ? :

eddie 🙄 to  chrissy ’ s  dismay  their  child  is  a  mini  eddie .  it  was  everything  she  wanted  in  the  beginning ,  but  the  older  their  child  get ’ s  the  more  eddie ’ s  carefree  attitude  is rubbing  off  on  their  child .  arguing  with  an  eddie  2.O  is  her  worst  nightmare  even  more  so  when  eddie  ‘diffuses’  the  bedtime  arguments  with  a  jamming  session  in  their  garage .  in  hind  sight  she  wished  their  kid  was  at  least  a  little  bit  like  her  but  sadly  she  had  zero  input  when  it  came  to  inherited  personality  traits .

chrissy ’ s  favourite  memory  with  their  child :

like  a  typical�� mother  her  favourite  memories  are  always  her  child ’ s  firsts  but  picking  one  from  the  top  of  her  head ,  it ‘ s  got  to  be  the  first  time  their  child  said  ‘ mama ’ . chrissy  had  been  trying  for  weeks  to  get  their  child  to  say  ‘ mama ’  along  side  the  chanting  of  ‘ dada ’  until  finally  while  in  the  middle  of  playing  toys  with  their  child  their  kid  finally  said  it.  chrissy  bawled  her  eyes  out  for  a  solid  week  with  eddie  thinking  she  was  pregnant  again  with  all  the  emotional  outburst .

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The Pretenders

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songs/20

Happy Holidays Everyone! I started making these yearly playlists in 2001 as an attempt to connect with friends in the wake of 911. It was just before the dawn of ITunes, and way before social media. We were not in touch like we are today. I burned dozens of individual cd’s one at a time, printed up customized jewel case covers and snail mailed them all out. It was an annual month-long labor of love. Over the past few years, streaming music has made it much easier and faster to compile and distribute, and frankly much more fun. I still look forward to putting the playlist and blog together and sharing it with all of you. Particularly this year as it gives me a chance to connect with so many friends I haven’t seen in quite some time. It was a tremendously challenging year for all of us. I was grateful to have had my family here in LA the entire time, we remain healthy and well. The west coast Herzogs know just how lucky we have been. The next year will not be without its own challenges, but I'm hopeful we are able to move past this pandemic and the exhausting events of the past 4. More than that, I look forward to seeing each and every one of you in 2021. Until then, be safe, be well, and be good to one another. Enjoy the music.

ox peace, dh

Los Angeles CA. December 2020

Khruangbin - Time (You And I) Don’t ask me to pronounce the name of this eclectic trio from Texas, but this dubby disco tune had me returning to its chilled out groove often during the last few decidedly “un-chill” months. Dreamy and funky, the groove takes me back to NYC’s early 80′s club scene and Ze Records releases from the likes of Kid Creole and Coati Mundi.

Anderson .Paak- Lockdown Scenes from the front, June 2020

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Bill Withers (1938-2020)- Use Me The legendary Bill Withers left the playing field at the top of his game in the early 80′s, hardly heard from again. And while he didn't pass from Covid, his healing pop hymn Lean On Me seemed to be everywhere as people found music to help them cope with the challenges of the pandemic. Withers left behind a legendary and enduring group of hit songs that moved easily from soul to folk to pop, not to mention the subtle rolling funk of this one.

Black Pumas- Fire Strong debut from an unlikely Austin duo that garnerd both buzz and grammy nods. The critics are calling it “psychedelic soul”. Not quite sure that nails it, but like the artists coming up next, they’re carving out new ground while drawing inspiration from classic sources.

Gabe Lee- Babylon

Marcus King- Wildflowers and Wine

Charley Crockett- Welcome to Hard Times

Three artists that are literally changing the face of Country and Americana music. Soulful, authentic and diverse, reaching back for inspiration but always looking forward. If you like this sort of stuff they are all worth checking out. Each album is filled with quality songs.

Low Cut Connie_ Private Lives Philly’s Low Cut Connie are back at it with a double album that plays like the soundtrack to a boozy night at your favorite bar. Sweaty, funky and not a little bit messy. If Peter Wolf and Bruce had a kid it would be this blue eyed soul boy. Adam Weiner grew up in the shadow of the Jersey shore and can't help but have a bit of that E Street hustle.

Willie Nile- New York at Night One of New York’s beloved adopted  son’s dropped this love letter right into the jaws of a battered metropolis driven to its knees by the pandemic. It was heartbreaking to listen as the “city that never sleeps” came to a full stop. Somehow I still found myself coming back to it, imagining night’s ahead, when NYC is back on its feet and I’m roaming its streets. Looking for music, a beer, or maybe just a slice, and fueled by the irreplaceable energy and promise of the greatest city on earth.

The Long Ryders- Down to The Well Americana pioneers the Long Ryders reunited last year for a surprisingly solid album. This single sounds like it could have been recorded during their 80′s heyday featuring their trademark Byrds like jangle and harmonies, but the lyrics mark this song as unmistakably 2020.

The Speedways- Kisses Are History UK power pop outfit reach back to the the 60′s on this sweet slice of retro pop perfection.

Billie Joe Armstrong- That Thing You Do

In the early days of the pandemic we had all our kids (+ a significant other) at our house for a few months. It worked out great and we were luckier than most. The biggest issue was keeping enough food, weed and wine around.  There were some great nights with amazing meals, followed by gathering around the TV together. We re-watched The Sopranos, binged Billy On The Street, and revisited some of our favorite movies. One night we went back to a old family favorite, Tom Hanks’ underrated love letter to the one hit wonders of the post Beatles era, That Thing You Do!  I’ve seen the movie several times and it never fails to please. A true feel good film and a perfect Kodak snapshot capturing a simpler time in American pop culture. 

While we watch the unlikely chart topper’s The Oneders  fizzle as fast as they rose to fame, its not really the point. The movie is really an old fashioned love story. Playing like a perfect hit song you can listen to over and over, full of both hooks and heart. I always thought the title track, written by Fountains Of Wayne leader Adam Schlesinger  (who we lost to Covid), brilliantly captured the British Invasion sound every group wanted after The Beatles stormed America. Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong must agree. During the pandemic he cut an album’s worth of cool covers including a faithful version of this one.

Gerard Way (W/Judith Hill - Here Comes the End A tale of discovering music in 2020:  Heard this on a Netflix trailer for the series The Umbrella Factory. Turns out it is performed by Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) who also writes the comic book the series is based on. (got all that?) He’s joined on this searing garage/psych rave up by the talented and versatile Judith Hill doing her best Merry Clayton.

Hinds- Spanish Bombs I’ve been following this Madrid based, all female outfit of punky garage rockers for a few years now. I think they are pretty great. This track, recorded for a Joe Strummer tribute bursts with an unbridled joy the stone faced and politically minded Clash could never muster. I bet Joe would love it though

The Secret Sisters- Hand Over My Heart Have enjoyed their harmonies for some time now. This one gives me vague Wilson Phillips vibes and I don’t really mind. 

Tame Impala- Breathe Deeper I know I’m supposed to like this guy, all the cool kids do, I’ve even seen the band at Coachella. Over the years very little of the music has stuck to me, but the pandemic offered a bit more free time to dig into this funky dubby, chilled out jam, and it stuck with me. Not to mention that 2020 was all about deep breaths.

Ledisi (feat.Corey Henry)- What Kind of Love Is That Ledisi is back with some slinky, sultry R&B and jazzy vocals

Dinner Party- FreezeTag An R&B/Jazz collective featuring Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper, 9th Wonder and Kamasi Washington use sweet soul on heartbreaking and all too familiar tale..

Toots and The Maytals- Time Tough  I’ve written an awful lot about my love for Reggae over the years. Right after Bob Marley kicked the door down for me, Toots showed me around the house. Ska, rock steady, and roots. He was true reggae royalty and sadly we lost him to Covid, just after he released what would be his last album. Check my Toots tribute blog and playlist.

Mungo’s Hi Fi- The Beat Goes SKA! These clever UK roots reggae collective never fail to surprise. This kitschy Sonny & Cher cover managed to make me smile every time I heard it. No mean feat in 2020

Stone Foundation (feat. Durand Jones)- Hold on To Love Frequent collaborators with Paul Weller  (he appears on a track on the album), Stone Foundation are back with another batch of their UK soul revival stylings. This one features Durand Jones ( of Durand Jones & The Indications) on vocals and some great reggae style horns at the top.

The Pretenders- You Can’t Hurt A Fool Can’t resist a good torch song, especially sung by the smokey voiced Chrissie Hynde. Was kind of shocked at how many good songs were on this album.

Shelby Lynne_ Don’t Even Believe in Love Sultry country soul and one of her strongest albums in awhile.

Jaime Wyatt- Neon Cross Outlaw country has a new bad girl. And in case you didn’t think she was serious, she enlisted producer Shooter Jennings (and his mom Jessi Colter on one track) to help make her point. 

Daniel Donato- Justice 25 year old guitar prodigy call his music “cosmic country”.  Ok, now I’m listening. You should be too.

The Jayhawks- This Forgotten Town 30 plus + after their debut this Twin Cities alt country group led by founding member Gary Louris continue to deliver. They find their inner Neil Young on this one.

Lucero- Time To Go Home God I wish I was in a bar right now listening to this, even if I might be crying in my beer.

John Prine (1946 -2020)- Lake Marie We lost so many this year, but this one really stung. A true American songwriting treasure, who was still making great music against all odds right up to his untimely passing. His songs are known for their simplicity, and economy of words. but this one goes against the grain. I’m still not exactly certain what it’s about. Sorrowful and haunting, yet somehow uplifting and redemptive. I heard him perform it live here in Los Angeles a just over a year ago and it has stuck in my head ever since. There is surely a place in heaven for the great John Prine.  He sang about it on his final studio album in 2018. Ironically it became the last song on his last record.

Thanks for making it this far....

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[scarlettqagain]

I love your face, your eyes, your smile! I love your sense of humor and your sassy. You remind me of Brass in Pocket by Chrissy Hind and The Pretenders.

I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO THIS SONG!!

Well that is super. Thank you....really.

It is a good thing I am alone in here...I am sure none of the suits would appreciate my singing. Lol

[mutantnoize-webplus-net]

Debbie Harry, Viv Albertine - The Slits, Siousie Sioux, Chrissie Hind - Pretenders, Poly Styrene - X Ray Specs and Pauline Black - The Selector.

[queennicoleinboots]

Intermission! The UK is flying.

My phone alerted me to a text message from Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama. She texted, "It has been over an hour since our last communication, and we have still not found a place to land on this planet. I cannot BELIEVE every legal landing spot has been taken. This is a testament of how great this planet is. That being said, I know Peter Wallace Parker, Super Coping Man, has arrived in the realm of this planet. I also know that you are somewhat close to him.... how does one prepare to meet someone of his caliber?"

I immediately texted to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama, "He takes so much preparation that I need to send you a text to prepare you for the text to answer that question." On that note, I picked up my industrial-strength hair dryer that no longer works and squeezed past the female Aces. Abigail Ace was straightening herself while Megara Ace was drying her off. Megara Ace seemed frustrated that my hair dryer didn't work. I was in agreement with that fatass red bear.

My phone alerted me of a text message. I set my hair dryer on the bed, took a picture of it, and sent it to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama. Then I read her response.

"Excuse me for not signing Dutifully and Submissively and In Respect to the Green Planet. I was thoroughly excited about how to engage/act/interact with/around/near/within six feet of Peter Wallace Parker a.k.a. Super Coping Man. Am I going to be prepared for your text message? Signed dutifully, submissively, in respect to the Green Planet, Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama."

I took a deep breath and then texted, "Even then, probably not. I will do my best to prepare you by sending every note I have on Super Coping Man/Peter Wallace Parker/Mr. Super Drywall Man/Xaria Wonderbloom. This will take time. I'm getting another tissy. I sent a picture of my hair dryer to add comedic relief to this moment. No, it doesn't work. And I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! Love, Xara Campinelli."

Joebear growled and came into the room. He looked at me with a stern look and a hard penis before he yawned a bear yawn.

"Hang on, bae," I said as I then texted Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama as Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama texted me. I texted, "My bear wants business. Let me review your notes and send mine."

Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama texted, "Did you buy that from Princess Vedpa from Planet Druidia? That's hilarious. I am wet from laughter. And yes, conduct your business so that we can conduct business. I need EVERY note on Peter W. Parker/SCPM/Mr. Super Drywall Man/Xaria Wonderboom. Does she switch genders at will like I do? She has become private. I need information asap. Dutifully, Submissively, and with respect to the Green Planet, Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama."

I let the text message sit while I allowed Joebear to lead me to the bear cave. Kissy and Miss Oreo meowed and followed us. When we arrived in the bear cave, Kissy sat down and began to lick herself. And I began to beat Joebear's ass. Miss Oreo rolled on the floor like a wild cat and licked herself. Joebear then beat my ass.

Then, Joebear and I danced and did the bear boogaloo. We were moving our arms around like we were running in place, and we bounced our butts up and down. We sang, "We're doing we're doing we're doing the bear boogaloo! The bear boogaloo! We're doing we're doing we're doing the bear boogaloo! The bear boogaloo!"

Joebear's balls were slapping against his thighs as we danced. The sound was sexy like kneading bread before putting it in the oven.

To be honest, we laughed as we sang and danced the bear boogaloo. Miss Oreo got up on her hind legs and did the bear boogaloo. She meowed and sang the song, "I'm doing I'm doing I'm doing the cat coobaloo! The cat coobaloo! It's calming it's calming it's calming it's calming my nerves! It's calming my nerves."

My bear then threw me on the bed on my back and started pounding my pussy with his fat bear dick. I then kneaded the fat from his belly. Miss Oreo jumped on my face, and I beat her ass while Joebear thrust in and out of me. When Joebear was thrusting harder in me and when I was beating Miss Oreo too hard, Miss Oreo sang her growl song before she jumped off my face.

"I need ass," Joebear said.

I rolled over and put my butt in the air. Joebear immediately pressed his cock in my vagina again and growled like King Bear as he thrust hard in me.

I laughed. "Baewhuhh, you all right?!"

"LET ME DO THIS!" Joebear said as he humped me like the bear in heat that he was. Then all of a sudden, he spoke like the Chinaman from the prank calls. "What you say you wanna fuck?!"

I laughed loudly and came all over his dick.

"CAN YOU SPELL THE NAME FOR ME? HOW YOU SPELL!" Joebear yelled like the Chinaman in the prank calls as he humped me.

I busted up laughing. "J O E B E A R," I spelled between fits of laughter.

"Hanhhh?" Joebear asked as he humped harder.

"J..." I said as I was laughing.

Joebear made the aroused sound the Chinaman makes before he pulled out and rolled over. Miss Oreo then jumped on his penis and rubbed herself against the shaft. Joebear then put his head up my ass.

"Ultimate" by Denzel Curry featuring Baaaahlah Barnes, a black Greek goatman with large muscles started to play in the background.

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped.

Joebear, Miss Oreo, Megara Ace, Abigail Ace, Chrissy Wolf Bitch Wolf Mama, and I danced to the song.

"Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the glock to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates," Baaaahlah Barnes rapped and danced.

I humped Joebear's leg to the song.

"Great, eliminate like ElimiDate. Hey, young boy had to penetrate!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he yanked on his large black cock.

I sucked on Joebear's nipples and beat him to the rhythm of the song.

"Face, young boy done caught a case. Bang, now his mama living with the pain. Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay. Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate. Now a nigga harder than the head of the state," Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he showed us his 10-inch hard black cock.

Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama then grinded up against the big black cock.

"Baaahlah B. Barnes is the new candidate.

Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite. Stop this shit, chop your esophagus. Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it. Dropping it in her esophagus.

She get so nasty, in public she classy. Perhaps she is able to swallow it. Girl, I can make you a star. Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch. Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness. Narcissist, part time an arsonist. Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch. Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus. Dearly departed, it's done when it started. So now that I'm living so harmoniously. Feeling like Spartacus, B. Barnes the ultimate. I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he put Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama's mouth on his cock. Apollo then lifted her black frilly skirt and put his big Greek dick in her ass.

Joebear then spurted cum as the Chinaman from the pranking soundboards made the aroused sound.

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street. Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the glock to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he released Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama from his cock.

Apollo then removed himself from Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama's ass. He then danced to the song.

I humped Joebear's leg and sucked his left nipple before licking the nectar from his bear cock.

"Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium. Open the internet, photosynthesis. Put up parentheses, temporary. Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry. Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life. But yet the question is, is he fake? Is he real? What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up. I'mma sever it when I sever shit. I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies. Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped before he actually turned into Broly from Dragon Ball Z and screamed for five minutes straight.

Miss Oreo screamed at him. Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama howled. Joebear, Megara Ace, and Abigail Ace growled. Apollo screamed. I bleated.

"Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic. Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic. Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer. Out of South Tokyo, call the coroner. Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord. Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph. Bitch, I'm a beast. Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me. S to the A to the Y to the A to the N.

Claim you the hottest, but I disagree. Better love something then get a degree.

This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P. Sah sayonara, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty. Like it's mandatory, ending of the story," Broly rapped as he danced in flames.

Joebear, Miss Oreo, Chrissy Wolf Bitch Wolf Mama, Abigail Ace, Megara Ace, Apollo, and I danced the bear boogaloo to the rhythm of "Ultimate" by Broly Curry. (Broly is Japanese for broccoli.)

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street. Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the block to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates!" Broly Curry rapped before he opened the Heavens to bring us back to reality.

Joebear pulled his head out of my ass and then said, "It's time to relax."

"I agree, Bae Whuhh!" I said as I got up.

Joebear got up as well. He headed toward the kitchen. Miss Oreo and Kissy followed him. I, however, went to get my phone to respond to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama.

"Yes, I bought the hair dryer from Princess Vedpa. When I saw it, I knew that it would make my life complete. But it doesn't work. I STILL CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! I have completed business with my fatass, good-looking bear. He is eating again. And I am ready to send notes on Peter W. Parker/Xaria Wonderbloom. Yes, the bitch changes genders at will. Peter is hot in every form. And I, too, must prepare for his appearances. Notes are coming. Read dutifully. Dutifully, Dominantly, in respect to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama, Xara Campinelli."

Our televisions and cell phones all of a sudden turned on to this breaking news video of claymation Mayor Mr. Bill speaking in the Planetary Broadcasting Corporation's new conference room on Planet Faceballs, Snickers galaxy.

"We interrupt this broadcast to let you know that if you are floating in space, you must land immediately. Space is being locked down. You cannot leave or be in transit to another planet unless you were lucky enough to get jabbed. I repeat, you must land immediately. Space is on lockdown. The Plague that supposedly originated on Earth," he said before he feebly tried to hide a snicker. "has now spread through the entirety of every galaxy and every dimension. Even wrestlers in Celebrity Death Match have now been molded with this Plague. You may not travel outside of your planet, send or receive goods outside of your planet, or even think about communicating with anyone outside of your planet unless you have been jabbed. The time is now. The time is here. Please gather supplies from YOUR OWN PLANET and even stay in the same city you are in. Wear your space helmets and keep at least six feet away from literally everyone. You never know who has the Plague. I'm Mayor Mister Billlll from the Planetary Broadcasting Corporation and mayor of Scrooge City, Faceballs, the capitol planet of the Snickers galaxy. Signing off."

[ladykailitha]

Bonus ask for author's choice- who are you motivated to work on LEAST?

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Snippet

“Let me order us some take out,” Robin said standing up, “then I’ll call Chrissy over and we’ll all cry over Ciarán Hinds and Amanda Root falling in love.”

Steve sniffed away a couple of tears and nodded. “Then can we have a funeral for Garfield?”

Robin tilted her head and smiled sadly. “Of course we can. It’s a Sunday so none of us have work. We can watch as many weepy romance movies as you want, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve croaked. She gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek. He watched her wander into the kitchen to see what leftovers they had in the fridge so they could order from somewhere else. He loved her so much.

[mintyoongiskookie]

combat boots and milkshakes | pt. 2

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, slight smut (dw the real stuff will come later), Biker!Jungkook, Single Mom!Reader, 80′s thing

Word Count: 1,632

A/N: Should I make things a series with many parts or just a few?

      Three hours into your shift, and you were already tired. Your lunch break would be in another hour, and you worked even harder knowing that the sweet relief of letting your feet rest was near. You were rushing around in the kitchen, stacking plates and drinks on a single serving tray, attempting to balance everything as well as you could. Watching your footing, you paid no attention to the objects in front o you, and you only looked up after it was too late. You prepared yourself for the sound of shattering glasses and the clattering of the plastic tray banging on the ground, but before you heard any of that, you felt a grip around your waist as the chest in front of you shifted. Opening your eyes, you were met with a black cotton shirt stretched out over the expanse of someone’s built chest, the smell of leather, cigarettes, whiskey and a hint of lavender hit you. you looked up to see a cut jawline, as the arm on your waist slowly unraveled. Who knew a guy could be this hot.

      “Shit, I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and- Oh, Jungkook, I’m sorry-””

      “It’s fine girly. Here, better run off to the other’s before they get impatient.” The feeling of weight on the tray dragged your arm down as you held it in front of your face, lost in the touch of him. He pressed his lips against your forehead and walked out the back door, sliding a back of cigarettes out of his pocket in the process. Customers. Right.

      You walked back out to serve the people their food, glancing around in the process. From you position, you could see a few more motorcycles pull into the parking lot. A quiet sigh left your lips as you smiled at the three men at the table in front of you, walking back into the kitchen.

      “Chrissy? Can you get the next three guys coming in?”

      “Are they hot?” You rolled your eyes with a smile, peeking you head out of the doorway to get a glance of them. Your jaw almost dropped.

      “Holy shit yes they are, go!” You could see her scramble to get her notepad and fix her hair as she rushed out to get their drinks. You sighed as you went out back, surprised to see Jungkook standing at the payphone, a cigarette between his lips as he mumbled something into the mic. Whatever it was, he was either pissed off or confused about it, because there was a deep set frown on his lips, his brows creasing as he flicked off a bit of the ashes.

      “... I understand that, I’m not a dumbass. He should get what he deserves... No, I don’t care about that...” You couldn’t make out anything more as you turned the corner to sit on a bench at the side of the building, pulling out a lighter. After hearing the clang of the phone and a heavy sigh coming from Jungkook, you took a slow drag and stared out at the grey sky, pretending you didn’t hear any part of his heated conversation. “Girly, how did you end up in this town? Shouldn’t you be somewhere in the city, working for a big shot with your husband?” His voice startled you, your head whipping around to face him. 

      “Oh, um, no, I knew that wasn’t gonna happen from the start.” You took a long drag and rested your hand on your leg, staring at the red staring your lips had left on the filter. “I... Never got married. I’ve raised Malachi myself, and I never had enough money to move into a city. I never will.” He was silent for a bit, and you turned your head to look up at him, only seeing his eyes staring right back at you. No, not at you, through you. It was like he had known your story all along, and he had just asked those questions to make it seem like he didn’t. His features had softened, his brown eyes looked warmer, but his jaw was still set and his brows still furrowed.

      “So you’re saying that kid in there has never had a father...” His words were more of a statement than a question, like he was flipping them over in his mind, getting used to the idea, and the feeling of them on his tongue.

      You weren’t sure why, but his words seemed to hit a chord deep inside you. You had heard the other mothers gossiping about you, how you were too young to take care of a child properly, and that you wouldn’t be able to give him the love and support that a father could. None of those things had ever upset you. You had let them in one ear, and out the other. But when he said it, it just felt... Different. He wasn’t judging or anything like everyone else was. He seemed like he took you into consideration as well.

      “... Yeah. I still wish he did. Things would turn out so much better for him.”

      “No.” You could hear his boots hitting the ground, and the strain of his shoulders against his jacket as he rested his wrists against his knees as he squatted down to be face-to-face with you.

      You looked up from the ashes that had fallen over your fingers, watching them dance off of the tips in the wind. Your eyes met his as you tilted your head in confusion.

      “That’s bullshit. You raised that kid with more love than any father could. He holds your heart and soul with his, and no one else could make him any better. Take it from me.” You weren’t sure why you believed him. You had just met the man earlier that day. But you did, and you were certain that his words were the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you.

      The nicest thing anyone ever could.

      His hands reached up to pluck the cigarette out of your hands and took a drag, before pressing it against the seat of the bench and dropping it to the ground. One of his hands lightly held both of yours, the other one coming up to wipe the tear that had been sitting on your cheekbone, unnoticed by you.

      His hand on your cheek ran over the back of your neck and pulled you lips to his, lightly pressing them together. His other hand moved from yours to your waist, gently pulling you up as he stood. You were left in shock for a few moments, trying to remember the last time you had ever felt a touch as caring as his. A touch at all, really. As soon as you realized what happened, your hands moved to the collar of his coat, gripping the fabric as you kissed back. His teeth nibbled on your lips, earning a gasp from you, and he took that moment to slid his tongue into your mouth. He was gentle with you. He held you like you were the most expensive painting in the world, scared of if he pressed to hard, you would rip apart under his fingertips. He backed you up against the side of the building, his grip gaining strength as the kiss grew more heated. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, twirling strands around your knuckles as he pinned you tighter against the wall with his knee between your legs, and his hands exploring the dips and curves of your body. He treated you like no man ever had, his touch rough, but gentle at the same time, careful but daring. His right hind rose up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his calloused hands. You shuddered as his fingers slowly creeped higher and higher with each stroke, until he roughly grabbed you thigh, pushing your leg and dress higher. His sudden action elicited a moan from your throat, the sound being swallowed by his lips.

      A low grunt came from him as he broke his lips away from yours and peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone, muttering against your smooth skin as he did so. “Shh, girly, we don’t want anyone hearing, do we?” He ran his tongue up your neck, nipping at your earlobe as lips brushed against the top of your ear. His voice dropped an octave as his hold on your wrists above your head tightened. “Do we?”

      His voice was dripping with lust, and you could feel how wet you were getting. The cool breeze that lifted your dress didn’t help your situation either, as a soft moan left your lips. “Jungkook, not here... Later tonight. I need to get back to my shift.” You could feel as his jaw tightened against your cheek, but you were surprised to see a smirk on his face as he pulled away.

      “Good. I’ll be able to here those pretty little moans come from your lips as I fuck you numb tonight. He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, letting his whisper transfer from his mouth to yours. “Don’t plan on walking tomorrow.”

      He stepped away from you, his hands lingering on your hips as he walked back around the corner.

      “I’ll meet you back here at 8:00 girly.” He stopped for a moment and turned his head.

      “Don’t get too excited.”

      He walked back into the diner with a smirk on his face, knowing just how you felt.

      That little fucker.

      “And do you think I could get another chocolate milkshake when I come back tonight?”

[gnrsmut]

Axl and Chrissy Hind on Bad Obsession at the Boston show Aug 2023

[mannytoodope]

 Christine Ellen “Chrissie” Hynde (born September 7, 1951),  I always thought her last name was Hinde. She is a musician best known as a founding member and lead vocalist of the rock band The Pretenders.   The hippie counter-culture first inspired Hynde. e.  in 1978. She formed The Pretenders. Throughout the band’s 40-year run, Hynde has been the only consistent member. In 2014, she started a solo career. In 2005, she and the crew were inducted into The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Hynde has worked with various artists.   She and the band still tour and make solid music. Hynde is one of the leading figures in rock music.