#Rock and Roll All Night

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰 - ℜ𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

[rolandrockover]

Rock and Roll from Nine to Five

WARNING! This entry explicitly aims to compare rock music with sausage products.

I can't help but think I have to resign myself to being a victim of my impressions and my imagination, because now I'm already picturing Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons as butchers behind the counter, trying to sell their bologna.

And inevitably linked to this, I also imagine them making these cold cuts all by themselves in the back room of the abattoir. But there's no real reason to worry, because these sausages and hams aren't made from animals, but from old Kiss songs, however not quite exclusively.

The question I asked myself beforehand was what ingredients were needed if they wanted to write a rock anthem like Stand from Sonic Boom (2009), for example. And if they were more or less shamelessly stealing from their own repertoire the whole time anyway, why not directly from their two best-known anthems? And well, what could that be other than Rock and Roll All Night (1975) and God Gave Rock n' Roll to You II (1992) ?

If you wish, you can now imagine Paul and Gene in a blood-stained butcher's smock with meat cleavers in their hands, preferably with a somewhat nasty smile in their faces. Ready to do what they have to do. And that means first of all chopping off Rock and Roll All Night's main riff and verses without further ado, and then cutting them into a goulash laid out in very generously sized chunks. Its precious chorus they leave in one piece.

And poor God gave Rock n' Roll to You II awaits the same fate and also gets mercilessly separated from its verses with hard cuts, while most of it ends up in the garbage can, because it is the chorus that is of particular interest to them. Which nevertheless they cut into two large pieces, and only the harmony part in the chorus at the end, remains in one piece. Just like the chorus of Rock and Roll All Night.

And let's not forget the secret ingredient, or as I call it, the red herring, namely a nice fillet strip of Alice Cooper's No More Mr. Nice Guy's (1973) catchy solo hook between the intro and the first verse, which is presumably intended to prevent Rock and Roll All Night from being recognized too quickly. Who knows?

Now watch them throw the whole lot into a pot, stir it roughly, and then add some of this stuff which uses an enzyme to fuse the proteins in the pieces of meat together to form a new, almost homogeneous whole sausage-like piece. Just like the ham from the supermarket refrigerated counter. It would probably be silly to imagine how they press all this stuff into a casing to give it a wonderfully oversized sausage shape, but it has to be done now, otherwise something would be missing. But let's just leave it in the refrigerator for a while to work. We can always save it for later to cut it into nice big round slices and then put it on a sandwich.

We can of course have a chat about all the offal, the pieces of bone used for the gelatine and all the binding agents I haven't mentioned so far another time.

No highlighted links today. It was crackbraining enough to write it:

Stand (2009)

Rock and Roll All Night (1975)

God Gave Rock n' Roll to You II (1991)

Special Guest Appearance: No More Mr. Nice Guy (1973)

[randgugotur-6]

May 1, 1976

On this day 48 years ago KISS guitarist Ace Frehley gets married in NYC to Jeanette Trerotola. KISS would perform “Rock and Roll All Nite” and “Shout It Out Loud” at the reception, without makeup of course.

Although they haven’t been together in decades, technically Ace and Jeanette are still married.

[rocketqueen1989x]

i can take both of them 🙄🙄

(I’m not talking about a fight)

[brainrotcharacters]

Have a romp in a Honda Odyssey now and fix your marital disagreements today!

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Hello, have you seen the latest ch of MHA 423? Is it true that bkdk really killed kurogiri? How do you feel about shigaraki dying in the end and deku reaction towards it? Sorry for asking too many questions but I really can't stand those bkdk killed kurogiri allegations and your metas of bkdk are really good.

Anon, I'm gonna be honest with you. My feelings can be summed up as follows:

Stuff like this is the reason you don't see me posting reactions every chapter. Jokes and conspiracy theories and "omg what if" posts are all in good fun, but every week, some people talk like this is The Absolute Last Word on every plot line even vaguely referenced in the chapter.

And I don't get it at all. When I'm reading the new chapters, the most I can tell you is that I have fun and I find it interesting. I'm engaged. I'm curious to see what comes next and how it's gonna pan out. I definitely have my own thoughts, feelings, and hopes! But I put them in a little stasis box of anticipation, ready for when I can find out more.

So when people lose their shit over something, it just feels so unnecessary to me. Especially something that happens right at the very end of the chapter, because more often than not that's the jumping off point for the next installment, as opposed to a cut-away to a different scene.

How many times have we gotten a cliff-hanger or shocking ending to a chapter, only for the very next chapter to reverse the event or reveal we were misled about its meaning? How many times has that happened in this very scene?

The reason I can write thousands of words analyzing Deku vs. Kacchan 2 is because it's over. The entire event is complete. Maybe there will be future chapters that reference it or inform our view of it, but it's done. This final arc isn't done--hell, this scene isn't even remotely done!

Furthermore, I am of the opinion that people saying bkdk killed Kurogiri probably don't like Izuku or Katsuki to begin with, so I really don't think anything out of my mouth is going to persuade them one way or the other. And I'm certainly not going to waste my breath trying to argue about something we'll have an answer for in like, two weeks.

Ongoing series thrive on making you want to know what happens next. Me personally, I'm having a good time wanting to know what happens next.

I guess the only thing I want to ask the people making these claims is: Why do you read mha like you're waiting for it to upset you? Why are you expecting this series to disappoint you?

The answer isn't for my benefit, just so you know.

[timmurleyart]

Kiss thunder pops. 💋🎵🎸

[insanityisdivine]

Me booping to be booped in return

[softquietsteadylove]

Hii love, how are you doing?

I had this little idea for the Mermaid Au:

What if gil and thena have been out all day and when they are heading back home, thena is too tired to keep using her legs and just colapses getting her tail back on so gil has to carry her all the way home. She is a little embarrassed about it but gil being the perfect boyfriend that he is comforts her and takes care of her.

Have a good day!! 🩷🤍

"Angelfish?"

Thena startled, catching her eyes drooping again. They'd had a wonderful day out, meeting Sersi for lunch, going to the mall with her to shop for clothes, then going to the market to get more fun things, like food. It was a fun day but she couldn't say she wasn't exhausted.

"Hey," Gil said more softly, turning to her and stopping despite the many, many bags in his hands. "You okay?"

She smiled at him, flashing her teeth, "of course!"

Gil smiled at her too, although his eyes dashed down just for a second. "Put those away, sweetie. We're almost home."

Thena ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Her fangs were poking out. She was losing her careful touch. "It was fun--being out with Sersi."

If Gil thought her behaviour was odd he kept it to himself. He shifted the bags so he could hold her hand. "It was, huh?"

"She found quite a lot of treasures," Thena denoted, glancing down at the many bags Gil was carrying. Sersi had insisted he carry them all.

"Yeah, Sersi's always wanted a sister to go out and do girl stuff with, like shopping and getting her hair done," Gil chuckled. "Even if I offered, she didn't wanna go shopping with her big brother. Not the same, y'know?"

She didn't. But Thena smiled; there did seem to be an interesting mentality to the activity of 'shopping', much like pack hunting. There was a bond, a pack mentality of a shared goal and a group satisfaction when treasure was found.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, even leaning slightly to look into her eyes despite their difference in height. "She didn't tire you out?"

She had, but she wouldn't trade the fun they'd had for it. "No! Hunting with Sersi was quite enjoyable. It felt like when Kari and I would go looking for pearls."

Gil always enjoyed when she used imagery from her life back home. "I guess it would be like that."

They lapsed into silence again. Thena yawned, getting a taste of the salty air as they got closer to the water. She longed to slither into bed with Gil and have him massage the spot where her gills would be.

"Angelfish?...Thena!"

She blinked, wobbling on her feet and drifting into him.

Gil reacted, dropping any bags not dangling from his wrist and steadying her against him. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

She tried to reply, but she just blinked, feeling tongue-tied. She tried to get her feet under her again but she kept stumbling. "Gil?"

"Okay, okay, it's okay," he whispered as he brought them down lower. His head swivelled around until he gathered the bags and pulled her tighter. "Just a sec, Angelfish, it's okay."

Thena clung to him as he awkwardly shuffled them away from the sidewalk and onto the grass by a bench. They were lucky that they had parked Titania closer to the less used docks. Her eyes bulged, "Gil!"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he whispered to her, kissing her temple as he got her seated on the bench.

Thena gripped the back of it, watching her legs come together and scales erupt down the length of them again. Her tail reformed in front of her very eyes. It was a newfound, human reflex, but her hands went to tug at the hem of her dress (not that it mattered now).

Gil got her tail situated, as well as their many bags as he sat down next to her. He placed his hand on the shimmering scales of her tail, "you okay?"

Thena stared at her fins, blushing terribly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he grinned, but that wasn't helping. He ran his palm over her scales, "you've had a long day. Maybe your body felt your feet hurting and your tail decided to take over."

Thena grumbled within her throat. She touched a hand to her neck--her gills were emerging, too. "I understand the word 'humiliating' better, now."

Gil leaned over, kissing her cheek. "Come on, it's not that bad."

She gave him a look, flopping her tail limply as it was laid over his lap. If they were at home cuddling this would be one thing, but they were out in broad daylight.

"Okay, it's not ideal," he amended, still smiling though. He continued to admire her scales, petting her tail the way she'd seen people pet cats or dogs. She flicked the end of it. "I like seeing your tail."

Her blush wasn't getting any better. "You can't flatter the problem away."

"Maybe not," he shrugged. "So I have to carry you home, so what?"

It was embarrassing, that was what--like being a guppy and injuring your fin and having to one-sidedly paddle home.

"What if someone sees?" she mumbled, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself.

"Maybe they'll just think I'm carrying home my lovely girlfriend," Gil suggested so easily. It was a far cry from the man terrified of letting her walk around in public just a year ago. "My mate, I guess. And she's got on such a pretty, sparkly dress."

Thena sighed, letting him adjust his hold on her and scoot her more into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively. "Will people believe that?"

"Does it matter?"

Thena let him pile some of the bags in her lap and grasp the rest. Then he picked her up, carrying her tail the way he would her bent legs and behind her back. At least she wasn't slipping out of his grasp.

"Here we go," Gil grunted as he adjusted her weight and the load of their bounty. "Ready?"

Thena declined to answer, choosing to bury her face in the side of his neck. The bounce of his chest against her told her he was still finding this all rather humorous.

"Y'know, the first time I held you to get you out of the water," he began during their short but significantly slower trip back to the beach. "I thought 'wow, she's so light'. And then I realised how tight I had to hold you and, uh, I tried not to think about the rest."

"Hm," she mused, still preferring the refuge of hiding herself away.

"You were warmer than I thought you would be," he continued, regardless of her embarrassment. "Holding your tail is harder than holding onto legs. But it's not like it's totally unstructured either."

"Is that so?" she asked mostly just to say something. She eyed her tail, uselessly flopping over the edge of his arm.

"I can't carry you on my back like this, but we have a name for this method."

"For what?" she lifted her head to look at him. He had that grin on his face that he got when he was about to teach her something about human life.

"Holding someone--carrying them like this," he indicated, bouncing her a little despite the crinkling of the bags. "It's called the bridal carry."

"What's that?"

Gilgamesh looked at her, his eyes soft and warm. "It's for, uh, mates. It's not that only mates do this, but the original name for it means...something pretty significant."

She still didn't understand what he was really talking about. But he had that look on his face that made her insides feel like a school of minnows. She blinked a few times, resisting the urge to clamp down on his neck and declare him hers. Humans didn't do that kind of thing to lay claim to their mates.

"What I'm saying is I'm happy to carry you, Angelfish," he clarified, continuing down the hill. The beach came into view, "we're almost there."

She kept her thoughts to herself. Gil was right, they were mates. She had no reason to find him helping her so terrible. She would do the same for him if he were injured. She opted not to sink her teeth into his shoulder; humans had more gentle ways of affection.

Gil smiled as she pressed her lips to his cheek and the faint rumble of her purring started. "I've got you, Angelfish."

He had her for all her life, if only he knew.

[rocknrollflames]

I Drove All Night

- Roy Orbison

[lunarrolls]

taliesin specified that ashton’s hair is short when introducing them so naturally upon rewatching it i was like what if ashton’s hair Long

[dykeogenes]

i assume this is going to be fixed in a later patch but for now it's extremely important that everyone knows Halsin and Minthara are sharing a tent

i KNOW the bunkmate beef is insane. i know it is

[rocketqueen1989x]

he’s so cute

[biff-adventurer]

the other day my friend noticed i had put biff in the belt top and off handedly mentioned it was part of the mad max gear

today i saw a post that called the bubble the "levindome" and i was like. are you fucking kidding me. WELCOME TO THE THUNDER DOME OH MY GOD THE ENTIRE THING IS A MAD MAX REFERENCE

[sspacegodd]

At some point, tight jeans should be left to others.

Bill Wyman looking unusually healthy.

Paul Stanley has been making the same duckface pout for 40 years. Just like mom warned, he made a face and it got stuck that way.

KISS. Kids In the Service of Satan. Now they only wanna rock and roll til 7:15. And maybe party once a month.

Time for a goodnight, Kiss.

[teratodentata]

Occasionally going through 1950s music (and earlier) to add things to the playlist that functions as the shuffle bag from which I pull chapter names for this fanfiction and I am constantly reminded that I am a big stupid slut for 1950s rock music, despite myself, why did nobody ever tell me that Dale Hawkins’ “Susie Q” fucked so hard