#Rock Clásico

[publicacionesdeunachica]

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation.

Living in the past, it's a new generation.

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation.

Oh no, not me.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation.

Never said I wanted to improve my station.

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun.

An' I don't have to please no one.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation.

Oh no, no, no, no not me, oh no, no, no, no not me.

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation.

I've never been afraid of any deviation.

An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange.

I ain't gonna change.

An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation.

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me.

Pedal, boys!

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation.

The world's in trouble, there's no communication.

An' everyone can say what they wanna say.

It never gets better, anyway.

So why should I care about a bad reputation, anyway?

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me.

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation.

You're living in the past, it's a new generation.

An' I only feel good when I got no pain.

An' that's how I'm gonna stay.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation.

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me.

Not me, not me.

[musicayalgomas]

Estrofa Metalera Sultans of Swing

[ancruzans-blog]

La Frankenstrat de Eddie Van Halen.

Seguramente muchos de quienes me leéis en estos momentos sabréis que Eddie Van Halen es el guitarrista y fundador, junto con su hermano Alex, del grupo de hard rock Van Halen, cuyo nombre, como habréis comprobado sin mucho esfuerzo, surgió del apellido familiar procedente de tierras holandesas, aunque ellos marchasen muy jóvenes hasta los Estados Unidos donde han desarrollado toda su carrera…

[elbiotipo]

Tumblr borró mi post pero una cosa que amo de Argentina es como somos el último refugio de todas las bandas de rock, disco, etc. fosilizadas de los años 80 para atrás, en otros países son obsoletas y decrépitas pero acá? Acá llenan estadios, con gente de todas las edades, y hasta les hacen cantitos, es una especie de Madagascar para bandas extintas

en otros países: ay como vas a escuchar esas bandas viejísimas? ni tienen TikTok, por qué no escuchas algo más nuevo?

En Argentina:

[cuartoretorno]

Que fue Alfred? como es hoy? donde es más tarde? Lima Lo es Todo! (Casco Viejo) en las sucias calles Venga! sale o no? de lo contrario me quedo en mi Caverna saco mis Cervezas y me encierro con Mis Barbies y Checas del Closet!!! Auuuuuuuuuuu !!! hablamos más tarde Bandidos! 07/03/25

[diazepam-5mg]

Salir, beber, el rollo de siempre, meterme mil rayas, hablar con la gente y llegar a la cama, y joder, qué guarrada sin ti...

[tavatinta]

🎶 Every Breath You Take - The Police 🎶

Esta canción, con su melodía aparentemente dulce, revela una obsesión posesiva y controladora. Seguimiento constante y una vigilancia implacable sobre cada acción y palabra de la persona amada, transmitiendo un sentimiento de anhelo, pero también de angustia y opresión.

🫁 Every breath you take 🚶 And every move you make 💔 Every bond you break 👣 Every step you take 👁️ I'll be watching you

📅 Every single day 🗣️ And every word you say 🎲 Every game you play 🌃 Every night you stay 👁️ I'll be watching you

😟 Oh, can't you see 🔒 You belong to me? ❤️‍🩹 How my poor heart aches 👣 With every step you take?

[buhosmusikrestaurante]

Somos Buhos Musik Restaurante con lo mejor del Rock Clásico todos los fines de semana

[inoguku]

          “ gente talentosa en las redes sociales hacen ediciones con este tipo de música y las vuelven virales ” explicó, con un encogimiento de hombros que poco hizo por ocultar la diversión que sentía ante la confusión ajena. tampoco se trataba de su estilo de música preferido, pero sí podía ver porqué era popular entre las nuevas generaciones. 

          “ ah, como mencioné… paso demasiado tiempo en internet ” soltó una pequeña carcajada mientras explicaba su familiaridad con el género que escuchaban. “ después de un tiempo se vuelven pegajosas ” si estuviera de vuelta en el servicio activo no sería el mismo caso, pero por el momento disfruta de vivir en el ahora, empapado de la cultura general tanto como puede soportarlo.

          el próximo impulso por reírse logró manejarlo mucho mejor. “ sí — conozco un par de sus canciones, por mi mamá ” la imagen del hombre serio que tenía en frente y la música ochentera que acababa de mencionar le era difícil de conciliar, pero, bueno… para gustos los colores. “ ¿todavía da conciertos? ojalá puedas verla algún día ” deseó. su mirada fue a parar a su obra descartada, y después al pincel del contrario. “ ¿estás teniendo mejor suerte que yo con eso, por cierto? porque no me molestaría abandonar un rato para ir a buscar algo de beber… ”

‘  no entiendo que tienen de popular  ’  bufa, hablar en su idioma materno era mucho más fácil y habla increíblemente más rápido. también era un poco, solo un poco más expresivo, como memoria muscular. solo puede fruncir su ceño, en lo que mirada se coloca sobre el escenario, intentando ver o reconocer algo pero que va, estaba muy lejos y nada se le hacía familiar.  ‘  ni sé quién es, ¿cómo se supone que conozca su música? ¿tu sí?  ’  se gira a compañero, rostro se mostraba tan helado como siempre.  ‘  me da igual, no vengo a festivales  ’  no había ido a ese precisamente por la música, solo por recibir un poco de aire fresco y desviar sus pensamientos a otra parte.  ‘  no sé que acabas de decir…  ’  sacude su cabeza, dejando escapar un suspiro mientras toma el pincel nuevamente.  ‘  ¿conoces a seiko matsuda? esa es una que me gustaría ver en vivo.  ’

[lewisvinga]

his lucky charm | carlos sainz x fem! reader / daughter

summary; even during the most stressful moments of football, carlos needs his good luck charm, his 6 month old daughter, in his arms.

word count; 630

warnings; ? idk pero hala madrid siempreeee

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; [requests are closed] I HAD TO DO THIS😫 i’m weak for madridista carlos and i saw a video of a guy holding his daughter while watching benzema score a penalty and it reminded me of carlos ! but also, el clásico win tdy w bellingol winner tho🤭🤭🤭

masterlist !

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“Carlos, you know you can set her down in her crib, right?” Y/n asked again for the second time in 10 minutes, looking at the sleeping baby in her husband's arms.

“Ahorita no, mi amor.” [not now, my love] Carlos quickly shushed his wife as he kept his eyes on the screen.

Sometime around the second half, he had picked up little Catalina in hopes it would calm down his nerves over the Real Madrid and Manchester City match. However, when the match went into overtime, his nerves just became worse.

He was so nervous that he couldn’t help but rock back and forth which made his daughter fall into a deep slumber in his arms. It made Y/n laugh to herself. She was a fan of the Madrid-based team but not to the extent of Carlos who lives and breathes Real Madrid.

Her father-in-law even made a joke once that the Sainz’s bleed white, the team's official color. Sure, she was nervous because it was a knockout match for the top competition of club football but not nervous to the extent of her husband.

“Carlos, I really think you should put Catalina down before-“

“She’s my good luck charm!” Carlos exclaimed, holding the 6-month-old close to his chest. She even was wearing the white Real Madrid kit his father gifted them when she was born, making her even more of a ‘good luck charm’

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at her husband's antics. She gets up to go to the kitchen to grab her phone and a bottle of water. When she walked back to the living room, she saw him biting his fingernails and kneeling on the floor instead of sitting on the couch.

“Carlos, what are you…” Her voice trailed off. She wore a confused expression as he held a now awake Catalina in one hand and the other hand kept running through his hair.

“Penalties, mi amor! Penalties!”

Y/n sat back down on the couch and held her phone up so she could record his reactions. They were down to the last penalty, the 5th one. If Real Madrid made it then that means they would pass.

Even Catalina, who doesn’t even understand what is going on, was focused on the screen as #22 for the Madrid-based team took his spot. Y/n noticed her husband holding his breath as the player swung his leg back and kicked the ball. The ball makes it in causing her husband to let out a cheer.

Carlos immediately stands up to his feet and holds Catalina out. “Mi gatita! Ganamos! Vamos a los semifinales!” [my little cat! we won! we’re going to the semifinals!] He loudly exclaimed to his 6 month old daughter who gurgled in reply. “Te dije, Y/n! [i told you] She’s our lucky charm!”

He holds her close and leaves kisses all over her chubby cheeks. Catalina squeals at the sensation of her father's beard scratching her face. She plants her hands on his face as he continues to kiss her, letting out fits of giggles.

Y/n’s heart melted at the interaction between her husband and their daughter. She knew he’d make the best girl dad the moment she found out she was pregnant. She was right, he is the best girl dad.

She couldn’t help but burst out into laughter when she heard Carlos start to sing the anthem of Real Madrid to Catalina who kept gurgling at her father's antics.

Y/n stood recording and quickly uploaded the video of her husband and daughter to Instagram, captioning it ‘a Madridista and his lucky charm🤍 hala madrid!’. She knew people would immediately fawn over their favorite driver cheering to his daughter, but for now, she was just enjoying the show he was giving with his not-so-perfect singing.

[mbsneur]

Casual Sex

Misa Rodriguez x Reader

Summary: You met Misa because of Jenni. You have casual sex very often but you don't feel good anymore?

Warnings: Smut,Sub!reader,oral,fingering, names like „Amore“ and „good girl“

WC: 1304

please read this text before going to the story please don't be so strict with me but rather write to me what I can do better or what you wished were different. also tell me if you find the story too long or too short.. Also write to me if you liked it. My requests are always open (and English is not my first language so don't be mad at me) and if you have any ideas for the future about who I should write please tell me… the topics I will choose by myself unless you have a request for one or two people I will Read everything.. in the next survey I will take a few ideas from the old survey and new ones…. now read and I hope you like it <33

Real Madrid lost the El Clásico against rivals Barça as so often again Misa stood in front of your door frustrated and angry and fucked you in every direction

You have been friends with Jenni since childhood and last month she took you to a party where there were several Spanish people and where you also met Misa

even after 6 orgasms she was still lying between your legs your whole body was weak and shaking you saw Misas Strong arms around your thighs to keep them apart. She kissed the inside of your thighs and you saw her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. With every kiss, your legs twitched and Misa had a smug smile in return

you are still dripping from your previous orgasm misa gets higher and higher with her mouth and licks a large stripe from your hole to your clit your legs close and you twitch you try to push misa away but she squeezes tightly around your thighs holding you in place "Misa I can't take another one, I can't feel my legs anymore"

"psht amore you can, I know you can, don't you want to be my good girl?"

„yeah mi-„

"So you see, you're going to take what I give you mh"

misa's head returns to your core she places soft kisses on your clit making you cry out misa starts sucking and brings one of her fingers to your hole and circles it gently your hips rock into her mouth and you whimper "baby please don't tease" Misa smiles and inserts a finger inside you. You start to get louder and louder and Misa hits all the right spots inside you. She curls her fingers and sucks on your clit. You breathe quickly and your pelvis rises Misa squeezes your stomach with her other hand to keep you in place. You get louder "fuck misa right there" you moan and your eyes roll into your head sweat forms on your chest and you get closer to where misa wants you "Will you cum for me pretty girl?" She asks and now pumps two fingers into your dripping hole. You can hear how wet you are "baby you are going to make me cum I want to cum on your fingers like a good girl please misa" you literally screamed misa now started sucking your clit harder and your legs started shaking you scream and cum all over misa's face your Legs close around her head and she helps you through your orgasm. She only removes her fingers when she is sure you have survived it

Misa moves away from you and comes up to you. She gently kisses your shoulder and whispers in your ear "I knew you could, my good girl" then she gets up, takes her things and starts to get dressed. You don't feel good about the fact that Misa always just comes to you to fuck you and then leaves again as if nothing had ever happened. You felt like that like an object for her you watch her, with every step her stomach tenses she renews her bun and looks for her sports bra in the room "do you want to go already Misa?" you ask her, she has found her sports bra and while she is putting on her clothes she looks at you briefly. You are lying there with your head leaning on your arm, watching the sweaty Misa. "Yes, I'm going, I'm tired. I'll call you when I see you again or I need it or i just come here" she says without batting an eyelash and sternly as if she's paying you to sleep with her somehow it's not what you want from Misa "I thought we'd take a shower together or eat together, I can make you tapas You always like them so much when I make them," you say quietly and you're embarrassed to ask "I don't have time for that, no, I'll take a shower at home." She puts on her shoes and is kind of rushed. She takes the rest of her things with her With a "see you" she slams the door and leaves you naked and tired from sex

You pull yourself together and take a hot bath. You don't really know what to think about it or what you feel or whether you want to talk to Misa about it. You don't want it to be over either because Misa actually has so much love and care in her You have often noticed when you were sick and she came here and brought you things to help you get better or she invited you to her games or went to one with you. You never talked about love, it was always just friendship and sex. casual sex.

Misa has become different. She doesn't take you anywhere anymore or is caring towards you. She only comes here to have sex with you and then leaves again. u want to feel Misa differently. u want to feel her love?

The next day

You were at work like every day. Misa wrote to you early in the morning asking if she could come over later. She misses your taste, You knew she had training. You had ignored her message through the day to do your work. You arrived home around 4pm You bought groceries and were about to put them away. You took a quick shower and sat on the couch without saying a word to Misa or answering her all day. Around 10pm a loud knock on your door broke you out of your drowsy mood

You rub your eyes and actually wanted to ignore it until there was another knock, with a loud sigh You got up and ran to the door and opened it. Who else should be standing there but Misa. She greeted you with a smile and without you being able to ask her go come in or you could close the door, her lips were against your neck "mis-" “Amore why don’t you answer me all day” she whispers between kisses against your skin "misa stop" You push her away and she looks at you confusingly, raising her arms to the height of her chest "Que pasa y/n" You sigh and close your arms in front of you. You swallow "Misa I feel like an object for you where is the Misa who goes out with me invites me to matches or holds me in her arms I feel like a woman you pay" Misa's gaze softens and she can hear the frustration in your voice "I thought I didn't want that- I thought we were just people who had casual sex. I never wanted to hurt you. Did you fall in love with me?" she says stuttering You look at her and say nothing. You don't want to answer because you don't know the answer

oh wow i hope you like it, tell me your opinion

thank you <3

[ancruzans-blog]

Seda en duro metal: Guns N’ Roses, por Antonio Cruzans.

A veces pienso que hay una mano misteriosa moviendo hilos invisibles que me hacen realizar actos al margen de mi voluntad… Sí, no bromeo, es como si yo fuera una frágil marioneta bajo el diestro dominio de un ser caprichos… Y a pesar de mi natural escepticismo, las coincidencias se repiten de forma tan reiterada, que ya me surgen las sospechas y he comenzado a buscar extrañas relaciones entre las…

[elbiotipo]

Bruno Primaveradolescente y la Banda de la Calle E

[leemurumim]

Headcanons del equipo Gai con el mate o algo así

Soy infumable

Tenten

No tiene ganas de renegar para curarlo y prefiere lo práctico

Lo toma tan caliente que se le quema la yerba

Siempre pero SIEMPRE lo acompaña con masitas-galletitas o facturas

Cuando está con sus compañeros no le importa cómo venga (sea frío, caliente, dulce, etc.), pero ni se te ocurra usar yerba saborizada porque te lo revolea

Rock Lee

Full clásico

No te aguanta un mate amargo ni de casualidad

Le pone azúcar o edulcorante

Se le llega a destrozar la montañita y se larga a llorar

Nada mejor que preparar unos buenos mates mañaneros antes de entrenar a las cinco de la madrugada

Se puede bajar dos termos él solo

Neji

Ese mate ya lo tiene de herencia

Lo toma amargo y moderadamente caliente

Siempre es él el que ceba

Rara vez lleva su mate a las juntadas porque siempre hay un boludo (Lee) que le pone azúcar y lo termina "arruinando"

Le movés un poquito la bombilla y te revienta

Might Gai

El mate de pezuña era de su viejo

Antes lo tomaba amargo, pero gracias a Lee se terminó acostumbrando al mate dulce

Su termo está lleno de stickers que le pegaron Tenten y Lee

No puede tomar con Kakashi porque este lo toma casi frío y el muy vago no cambia la yerba hasta que al mate lavado no se le rebalse la laguna

Siempre le mete yuyos, sobre todo cuando tiene indigestión

[jartita-me-teneis]

La escena icónica de Live Aid 1985, con Queen en el escenario, es uno de los momentos más legendarios de la historia de la música. El estadio de Wembley estaba lleno de 72.000 personas, y todo el mundo estaba conectado a través de la televisión, con más de mil millones de espectadores en 150 países. Freddie Mercury, con su inconfundible micrófono de medio pie, vestido con una camiseta sin mangas blanca y unos jeans ajustados, comandó el escenario con increíble presencia.

La actuación comenzó con "Bohemian Rhapsody", una de las canciones más ambiciosas jamás escritas, seguida por una serie de clásicos como "Radio Ga Ga", donde Freddie tenía al público cantando y aplaudiendo al unísono perfecto. Cada gesto de Mercurio fue calculado y poderoso, sin embargo parecía natural y espontáneo al mismo tiempo. La actuación alcanzó su punto máximo con "We Will Rock You" y "We Are the Champions", donde la multitud de Wembley parecía convertirse en una sola voz, cantando junto a Freddie y convirtiendo ese momento en algo eterno.

La extraordinaria energía de la banda, combinada con el carisma ilimitado de Freddie Mercury, aseguró que esta actuación fuera recordada no sólo como un concierto, sino como un evento verdaderamente monumental, un símbolo del poder de la música para unir e inspirar a millones de personas. La leyenda del rock fue definitivamente cimentada ese día, escribiendo un capítulo inolvidable en la historia de la música.