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Big Guns
for @heytheredeann cuz it's somewhat loosely based on Sticks, stones and words.
the song fits them really well but it was the "he didn’t really think Solo would take out the big guns against him." line that rly spurred me into it, hope u like it <3
lyrics under the cut!
I wet my lips, I thought I had it made She circled once and then she dropped the bomb She got the big guns pointed at my heart Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad Big guns, she blew me away And I went down in flames
#loosely based on sticks stones and words by elisexyz on ao3#read the fic and the line where illya didn't expect napoleon to pull out the 'big guns' against him#got me thinking about the skid row song so here we are#i say loosely bc it does use clips from the movie that don't really relate to the fic#except they kinda do#napollya#tmfu#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#the man from uncle#tmfu 2015#tmfu edits#tmfu video#big guns - skid row#napollya edit#my edits#lucia edits#might make a full version of the edit too who knows#just this part in particular needed to leave my brain so#here we are#edits
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#skid row#big guns#moscow music peace festival#1980s#classic rock#live performance#video#moscow#soviet union#ussr#1989#hard rock#Youtube
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ok so 90s slash. (90s guns they are all vampires they keep it a secret) The members feast on their groupies to become more powerful and fulfil their needs. Slash however doesn't wanna kill the girl he bits. In fact, she decides to turn her without telling her to keep her all to himself. This could be done with smut and angst when reader realizes that she burns herself from the sun by accident. She gets really pissed off and nearly attacks him which the others overhears the commotion. is that too much?? i just have a big brain.
hiii no it’s not too much I absolutely loved this idea and went full out with writing it thank you for the suggestion 💛🩵❤️🖤
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
A Monster
Words: 1,475
warnings: *smut* *angst* *slight cnc* *vampire slash* *ropes* *degradation* *being kidnapped* *p in v* *blood* *getting turned into a vampire*
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Guns n Roses was a very popular band in the 80s and 90s. Their fans and groupies knew every single thing about each of the members. Little did they know that they were all vampires. Guns n Roses remain to keep their vampire secret to themselves. All of them were brand-new vampires. They were all out one night at a bar and a female vampire lured them into her hotel room and she turned them all into vampires. They all had red eyes but everyone seemed to ignore it. All of the fans who have met them backstage say they feel cold and they all look scary. In an interview, A groupie even said that Axl tried to bite her wrist. No one was really surprised and they all ignored groupies because a lot of rock stars had a thing for biting people. People thought Groupies were also known to lie because they always seemed to be high and other people thought they were paranoid. Guns n Roses would drug their groupies beforehand if they decided to let them go so people would think they were delirious.
It is the year 1991 and you were a groupie for many bands including Motley Crue, Ratt, Skid Row, and Guns n Roses. Many bands knew that you were a groupie and they would invite you to sleep with them whenever they were on tour. One day you were invited to stay in a hotel with all of the band members by Slash because he was interested in you. You immediately accept the offer and many people warn you that Guns n Roses was very dangerous. Little did anyone know that they caused death because they were supernatural creatures that loved human blood. You go to the hotel Slash invited you to. When you enter the room you see all of the GNR members and their groupies. All of the curtains are shut and they have empty jars everywhere. They all go to their hotel rooms and start to feed on their groupies. You can hear them all scream and cry.
“What is that Slash” You ask scared.
“They are all fucking” Slash smirks.
“No, they sound like they're being killed, What is going on?.” You say gulping.
“Those are cries of pleasure. Please trust me” Slash says with pleading eyes.
“Just ignore those sounds and focus on me and my voice Y/N,” He says pulling off your panties.
You stop Slash.
“Let's do it after they stop,” You say, pulling Slash’s hands off of you.
“Okay,” Slash gives up sitting next to you.
You didn't know but they are all feeding on their groupies to become stronger. They suck most of their blood and then they drug them and let them wander off on the dark streets at night. You sigh in relief after hearing that they stopped screaming blood-curdling screams.
“Let's do it slut” Slash rips your panties off and he holds your waist tight.
You feel a sharp bite on your neck. You don't say a word because you don't want to ruin the moment. You feel him gulping something out of your neck. You are scared because you know he is drinking your blood. You thought it was just a kink he had and you let him do it. He lays you down while keeping the same position of his mouth on your neck. His one hand travels down to rip his underwear off. He sticks his cock in you and you let out a small whimper.
“Mmm Slash” You whimper while holding onto his back.
“Mmmm, You taste so good,” Slash says as he takes a quick break from your neck.
He continues to thrust his cock inside of you hitting your soft spot over and over again. You were restless, especially since he drained you from your blood. Everything was getting blurry. Your toes curl and your legs start to shake. Your pussy tightens around Slash's cock. Slash’s legs start to shake and his head goes back. “Slash, I'm almost there.” You cry out.
“Me too slut just stay still” Slash grunts as his hips collide with yours at the speed of light.
Slash spills his wet load in you at the same time you squirt on his cock.
“Oh Slash” You moan while passing out. Slash pulls himself out realizing he took too much of your blood.
“Hmm, this is going to be fun” Slash smirks while injecting some of his venom in you.
He wants to turn you into a vampire so he can have you all to himself forever. Axl and Izzy walk in while Slash is tying you up.
“Did you have fun with her?” Axl asks while chuckling.
Izzy comes to your side and moves his hands through your hair.
“She looks so innocent.” Izzy smirks.
“Yeah, I did have fun. I turned her” Slash says to Axl.
“She's one of us now?” Axl asks. “Yep,” Slash says.
Axl and Izzy go tell Duff and Steven that you're a vampire now.
After a couple of minutes, you wake up with an intense craving for blood. You found it extremely weird and uncomfortable. You have the strength to rip the ropes off.
“Holy shit!” You yell. “Fuck what's wrong with me? What happened, what did you do?!” You ask Slash frantically.
“Shh,” He says, putting his finger to your lips. Slash opens the curtains and steps away to let you find out yourself. You step into the light not knowing you are a vampire you try to ask him what he did. You feel burning on your arm and it's very intense. You look down at your arm and it's on fire. You panic not knowing what is causing your arm to be on fire. You step out of the light and realize that you are a vampire.
“Fuck I’m burning what did you do?” You sob.
Slash shows you his fangs.
“Fuck You bit me and turned me into a monster.” You sob.
“A monster? I wouldn't put it that way” Slash says while trying to help you to calm down.
He grabs you while you try to attack him. He tries to pin you to the bed but you yell, scream, and sob.
“Get the fuck away from me” You scream while grabbing a wooden stake.
Slash pries the wooden stake out of your hand and he pins you to the bed.
“Shh, it's going to be fine. On the bright side you will get to be with me forever” He says while moving his hands up and down your hair.
“I didn't want this” You cry while trying to get him off of you. Steven Axl Duff and Izzy hear all of the commotion and walk in on you and Slash fighting.
“You need blood,” Slash says while the guys watch you. You feel disgusted but you have an intense craving for it so you chug the whole bottle of blood in front of Slash. “Shh, you will feel better after this I promise,” Slash says. After you finish your blood you feel another intense wave of anger and you attack Slash even worse. You slap him and pull his hair. You spit in his face and you bite his arms hoping he would feel some pain.
“Ow” Slash yelps after you bite his arms.
He is fed up with you attacking him so he tries to calm you down again.
“I promise it's going to be okay,” He says while tying you up with steel ropes.
“Let me go,” You beg.
“I will but first you will have to calm down,” He says.
After a couple of hours, you seem to calm down and Slash unties you. “Do you feel better now?” He asks you while cupping your face.
“Yeah,” You say sniffling.
Slash unties the steel ropes. He is still on guard in case you try to hurt him.
“Slash, why did you turn me? I had so many things to do. I wanted a family and I wanted to die one day. I wanted a husband.” You sniffle letting out your confessions.
“Vampires can be married. Also, you will have me forever and vampires can have kids. So we can still have a family.” Slash tells you.
“It still hurts,” You say, showing him your arm.
The band just smirks while watching you and Slash talking. They all look amused that you're in pain. They were all very sadistic.
“It will heal soon,” He says while holding your arm. You fall asleep next to Slash for a while but you still resent him for making you a vampire. It takes some time but you start to feel safe and forgive Slash for turning you. You both get married after 2 months. You both soon find out that you're having a son.
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PROMPTS FROM BETTER CALL SAUL * assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary
oh, to be nineteen again!
me, personally, if i were held accountable for some of the stupid decisions i made when i was nineteen...
i bet if we were in church right now, i'd get a big "amen!"
they did a dumb thing. we're not denying that.
nobody got hurt. not a soul. very important to keep that in mind.
so... trespassing? that's a bit of a reach, don't you think?
call me crazy, but i don't think they deserve to have their bright futures ruined by a momentary, minute, never-to-be-repeated lapse in judgement.
you're bigger than that.
thank you for restoring my faith in the judicial system.
son of a bitch. fine.
what did you do to my brother?
why don't you look where you're going?
listen! it was an accident!
somebody call the cops!
how are you gonna fix this? what are you gonna do to make things right?
you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and i won't have it!
do you want me to call security?
isn't that what you wanted?
you know i'm gonna beat this.
you proceed from false principles. your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses.
i might as well head down to skid row and sell plasma!
money is not "beside the point," money is the point!
hand to god, i wasn't gonna say this, but you are broke.
this is what has you all worked up?
i'm the rising tide that raises all dinghies.
it could happen to anyone.
wow. you got a mouth on you.
you know what i smell. i smell lies.
i'm undercover, okay? you got me.
you already beat the living hell out of them.
i'm gonna break their arms. and i'm gonna break their legs.
i'm the best lawyer ever.
it takes ten minutes to walk down here!
you're like a troll under a bridge.
hey, you asked for me, and i have come.
what they were telling me... it's problematic.
you want to tell me your thoughts and weigh in?
you miserable piece of shit. you set me up.
you think you're funny?
i was never in the house.
you didn't... oh god, you didn't. you didn't do the sex-robot voice, did you?
that's why people hate lawyers.
how come you let me off the hook back there?
i'm going back to work. why don't you quit while you're ahead and go on your way?
finally, someone believes me!
it's human nature to want to stay close to home.
please, just don't tell anyone about the money.
you expect me to believe that shit?
i'd cut the cute attitude right about now if i were you.
you ratted on me. there will be consequences.
you know how much trouble you caused me?
i get that... but this? you're better than this.
i refuse to consider myself a victim.
are you ready for that?
i may have seen one of these before.
it's a little... sexual, maybe?
you're completely disgusting, you know that?
oh, here's your coffee. hope it's good to the last drop.
i'm asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.
i'm very sorry to hear it.
anything else you wanna ask?
what exactly did you tell them?
how could you possibly think that?
why didn't you ask me? why didn't you come to me?
a deal? i hate that terminology.
you're telling us there are drug dealers and murderers walking the streets, but instead of going after them, they want to put an innocent man in jail.
you broke into a nursing home?
what number exactly did you have in mind?
so... what are you packing?
how do you not pack a gun?
what are you talking about?
the lesson is... if you're gonna be a criminal, do your homework.
i thought you were proud of me.
just save your breath, okay? you're gonna be fine.
this was the greatest week of my life.
i know what stopped me. and you know what? it's never stopping me again.
#dramatic prompts#rp prompt#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay memes#roleplay prompt#rp starters#ask meme#roleplay meme#ask memes#roleplay inbox prompts#rp inbox meme#inbox prompt#inbox meme#sentence starter prompt#sentence starter#sentence starters#mcflymemes#better call saul#thank you ismelodrama for the idea!!!!!!
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Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC
Summary: Lucy may be out of Luca's clutches, but that does not mean that the pain is over.
Word Count: 4,635
Notes: Warnings for depictions of blood, drug use, and references to torture and violence.
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Chapter 25: Safe
The tires of the Bentley squealed in protest as Tommy slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching stop just outside the steps leading to the church’s doors. Pulling his revolver from his coat, he leapt from the car, taking the steps two at a time, fully prepared to be met with gunfire the second that he yanked the door open.
Instead, he was met with eerie, impenetrable silence.
He skidded to a halt, eyes widening in horror at the sight before him.
It looked like a fucking massacre had happened.
Blood was smeared all over the altar. Some had even splattered back to drench over the huge wooden cross mounted against the far wall. Two bodies were slumped over in chairs at a table set up in the space between the pews and the altar, cards spread out across the table. One of the corpses still had a hand of aces and jacks clutched between his fingers.
There were more bodies scattered throughout the pews. Most were shot, but there was one by the foot of the altar that looked at though someone had been at him with a hunting knife or maybe a machete, his head hanging to his neck by only a thin sliver of skin.
The burning stench of blood and gunpowder invaded Tommy’s nose, the smell metallic and almost eye watering.
His ears pricked at a small sound. A tiny hitch in breathing. His fingers tightened around his revolver, wholly prepared for an ambush at any moment. With slow, cautious steps, he made his way down the aisle, rounding the front row of pews as he tried to zone in on where the sound had come from.
Another noise that this time was more clearly a stifled sob came from the altar, and Tommy’s head snapped around in the direction of the podium. With quick, still cautious movements, he picked his way over to the very back of the altar where it was located, gun raised as he rounded the podium so that whoever was hiding behind it came into view.
She was huddled there. A hunting knife clutched to her chest, and covered in so much blood and bruises that he hardly recognized her at first.
Tommy swore that his heart stopped. Lucy’s hair was matted and greasy, her face splattered with so much blood he could barely make out how ashen her skin was underneath. The clothes she was dressed in were much too big for her and soaked crimson–with her own blood or with someone else’s, he couldn’t be sure. Her head was bowed so that he could not see her eyes.
Tommy almost staggered at the sight of her. A sob of relief at finding her alive caught in his throat at the same time that horror at the state she was in warped through him like a shockwave.
My God, love, what have they done to you?
“Lucy–” he dropped down to his knees, setting his revolver flat on the floor beside them. He reached out to touch her knee, and she suddenly jerked to life, knife jabbing out wildly. He barely managed to catch her wrist in time, the tip of the blade just tickling the front of his waistcoat. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s me.”
She stared at him with wild, unfocused eyes, like she did not quite understand. Her breathing was rough and labored, but the moment recognition passed across her face, the wildness of lingering adrenaline and violence melted away. Tears filled her eyes, and her breaths started to hitch with barely contained sobs.
“Tommy?” her voice croaked, and his heart shattered at how small and broken she sounded. She was looking at him as if she did not entirely believe that he was actually there. Her grip on the knife slackened enough that he was able to pull it away from her and set it down beside where his revolver lay on the floor. “You came for me?”
There was something about the question that nearly cleaved him in two. Had she really not thought that he would? Did she really believe that he wouldn’t have torn apart the entire fucking world to find her if he had to?
“Of course I did, sweetheart,” he inched closer to her, wanting desperately to pull her into his arms, but not wanting to further hurt or upset her.
Lucy’s eyes screwed shut with a violent sob, and then she flung herself at him, arms locking around his neck, clinging to his collar as if it was the only thing holding her to the earth. Rattling sobs that jerked her entire body began to rage through her, crying so hard he was a little afraid that she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Tommy swallowed roughly, wrapping his arms around her and closing his eyes against the emotion welling up inside of him, just feeling the weight of her in his arms for a moment. She was here. She was alive. He felt tears of deep relief brimming at his lash line.
“Oh my Lucy.” He turned his head to kiss her temple. “Shh,” he shushed her gently, stroking her hair and rocking them both a little from side to side. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
She just kept sobbing even harder, and when he brushed his hand across her back, she flinched with a soft cry. He quickly retracted his hand, eyes widening. It was obvious that she was hurt, but the extent of which he could not be entirely sure.
“We need to get out of here, love.” He hated to move her so quickly, but who knows if there were more Italians skulking about somewhere, or even Luca himself. Much as he’d have loved to get his hands on him, he needed to get Lucy to safety first.
She nodded weakly against his shoulder, and he leaned back to remove his coat to drape around her. The shock was beginning to settle in as her blood began to cool, bringing with it shivers that wracked her tiny body.
When he finished pulling off his coat, Lucy's eyes grew huge, hand reaching out to questionably touch the stained sleeves of the shirt he was wearing underneath it, the dried blood having left the material crusty.
“It’s not mine,” Tommy assured her, wrapping the coat securely around her shoulders, hoping it would help to cushion any injuries she had against his touch. She suddenly seemed very tiny and fragile, half hunched in on herself, eyes bugged out and half mad with pain and fear. He grabbed his revolver from the floor, jamming it back into its holster. “What did he do, sweetheart?” he broached the question as gently as he knew how. Lucy’s eyes unfocused. There was a haziness in them. A deadness that sent a shiver down Tommy’s spine. She started to shake like a leaf, lips trembling, clutching his coat tighter around herself.
“I don’t…I can’t…”
“It’s okay.” He quickly soothed. “We can talk about that later. How badly are you hurt?”
Her eyes filled with terror. “I don’t know.”
Tommy swallowed hard, battling back his own panic. He needed to be the strong one right now. “Okay. That’s alright. I’ll get you to a doctor. They’ll make it better, love, I promise.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m going to pick you up now, okay?”
She didn’t respond, eyes staring blankly at a space directly above his right shoulder. Tommy touched her chin delicately, turning her face to look at him again.
“Lucy?”
She blinked, as if coming out of a dream. “Okay.”
He stood and scooped her up bridal style into his arms. A whimper left her lips.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized at the sound of pain, carrying her with hasty steps towards the door. “Not that far to the car, I promise.”
Lucy made no indication of hearing his words. But her head leaned heavily against his shoulder, eyes staring straight ahead. Pale as a ghost, she could have been mistaken for a corpse at first glance with how still she was. He had to check to make sure that she was still breathing.
Worry squeezed in his chest, and he tightened his grip on her unconsciously.
Another Bentley was just pulling up as he stepped outside, and for a moment Tommy panicked, thinking that it might be Luca or some of his men about to ambush them. That was until he recognized Arthur behind the wheel.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Arthur said as he stepped out of the car and saw Lucy, his face going pale. Tommy shot him a grave look.
“Open the door for me, will you, Arthur?”
His brother rushed around them to open the passenger side door of Tommy’s car, and he slid Lucy gingerly into place on the leather seats.
“Don’t leave me!” she cried out, suddenly rousing from the still, silent trance she’d fallen into as he carried her out of the church. Her hand flew out to grab desperately at him.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby, I promise,” he let her draw him in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “I just gotta get around to the other side so I can drive.”
It nearly killed him to pull away from her frantic grip, her hands extremely reluctant to let him go despite his reassurances. Mindful to stay in her line of sight as he walked around the front of the car to open the driver’s side door, he felt his heart twist at the way she followed him with wide, terrified eyes. The coat he’d wrapped around her made her look even smaller as she huddled under the heavy dark fabric.
Sliding into the seat next to Lucy, he quickly wrapped an arm around her, letting her tuck into his side. Burrowed in deep against him, he could feel her shaking violently. Being careful not to put too much pressure into his touches to avoid hurting her, he smoothed his hand up and down her shoulder while he rolled down the window to talk to Arthur.
“I’m taking her home.”
“Not to the hospital?” “No, I don’t trust them anymore after Luca managed to get in to see Michael. I’ll have a doctor brought to her.”
“You want me to stay here?”
He nodded. “Luca might come back. The Golds are on their way?”
“Yeah.”
“Right. Stay here for a few hours. If Luca or any of his men don’t show up, come back home.”
Arthur nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets, taking a step back so Tommy could begin to back the Bentley away from the front of the church.
“Just hang on,” he told Lucy as he gunned them down the main road.
“Hurts, Tommy,” she rasped, and he felt panic seize at his throat with icy talons. Casting a quick glance at her, the feeling only grew at the sight of her bloodied clothes. He didn’t even know where exactly she was hurt. Or how serious it was.
“I know, baby. I know. I’ll make it better, eh? Soon as we get home, I’ll get you patched right up. Everything is going to be okay.”
He didn’t know if he was speaking more to her or to himself.
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Lucy stared numbly at the peeling paint of the front door leading into the Shelby’s home. It felt as though her brain had been filled with smoke, so thick that it was hard to think through. Her body ached, and she was so tired that she couldn’t even bring her muscles to move at all after Tommy stopped the car and got out. The most she could manage was a small whimper when he moved to pull away from her.
“Just going around to get you from the other side, sweetheart,” he told her gently, kissing her forehead and making sure that she was leaning up against the leather seats so she wouldn’t tip over without him there to hold her up.
True to his word, he came around to the other side of the car, opening her door and picking her up as though she weighed as much as a single pillow. She curled into his chest, wishing that she could somehow burrow her way entirely into him and hide away from the rest of the world.
He carried her with hasty steps into the house, rushing them past the shocked, horrified expressions of the other family members.
“Get me the medical supplies and a bottle of rum, Pol,” he ordered Polly on his way towards the stairs. “Finn, bring the tub from Charlie’s room into my bedroom and fill it with water.” With steps that were careful not to jostle her too much, he started to climb the stairs. “Ada, phone Doctor Evans at the hospital and tell him I need him to make a house call. I’ll pay whatever he wants.”
Orders given and starting to be carried out, he kicked open the half ajar door leading into their bedroom. At the sight of the bed, Lucy was overcome with how tired she was. The kind of tired that went to the very bones. That made her feel as though she could have slept for an entire lifetime.
Tommy set her down on the bed with a gentleness that was near heartbreaking. He stroked some hair out of her eyes, fingertips brushing delicately along her skin, checking her over as if to make sure that she was still there.
“It’s okay,” he said when he met her teary eyes, a hand holding her by the upper arm to help keep her upright. Polly came rushing in with a box clutched in her arms. She set it down on the nightstand, opening it for Tommy to rifle through. Finn arrived a moment later, dragging the bathtub with him, vanishing then returning with buckets of steaming water to pour into it.
“Lucy,” Tommy touched her face, urging her gaze back to him. “Love, I’m going to need to take off your clothes to check your injuries.”
A shudder went through her. She did not want him to see what Luca had done to her. How he’d ruined her; reopened all the wounds she’s worked so painstakingly hard to close.
Tommy cradled the side of her head, drawing her close until she could rest her face against the side of his neck. She sniffled.
“Polly or Ada can do it instead if you’d rather,” he whispered. She shook her head, panic seizing her at the idea of being in such a vulnerable position with anyone other than him. “Okay.” He stroked down her hair, along the nape of her neck, and she let out a relieved breath that he understood without her having to explain further. “Right,” he raised his voice to address the rest of the room. “Everyone out.” The command was followed by a snap of his fingers. Finn immediately went to the door, shouldering past Ada and Lizzie who had crowded in the hall to peer through the doorway. Polly hesitated a moment longer, staring at Lucy with wide, dark eyes, before setting down the bottle of rum she’d brought along with the medical kit on the nightstand.
“I’ll let you know when Doctor Evans arrives,” she said to Tommy quietly. He just nodded, and she finally went to exit the room, herding Lizzie along with her. But Ada remained.
“Tommy, if you need help, I’ll be just downstairs.” She touched his shoulder lightly. He shot her a grateful look before returning to rifling through the medical kit. Ada glanced at Lucy, taking a careful step forward, as if trying not to spook her, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I am glad you’re alive, sister.” She murmured into her curls, and Lucy almost started weeping at the sentiment.
Ada departed, closing the door behind her and leaving them alone. Lucy felt her bottom lip begin to tremble, hands bracing on either side of the bed. Tremors started to wrack through her limbs again, her breathing growing ragged and short, chest tightening.
“Hey, hey.” Tommy was suddenly kneeling right in front of her, cupping her cheeks. “Look at me. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe, Lucy.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, another round of sobs overtaking her. It hurt to cry. It hurt to do anything. “T-Tommy…”
“I know, I know,” his strong palm curled around the back of her head, resting on the base of her skull, and then pulling her face forward to tuck into his shoulder. He smelled strongly of the dried blood still clinging to his shirt, but under that she could still detect traces of his cologne. Of smoke and pine. Of safety. “I’m sorry, love. I’m so, so sorry. I came as fast as I could.”
She nodded. Of course. Of course he did. She felt guilty for ever even considering that he wouldn’t.
He gave her a gentle squeeze then leaned back, caressing her face and leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly. His fingers traced over the collar of her shirt, drenched in a combination of blood that belonged to both her and the guards that she had killed.
“Can I take this off so I can check you?” he asked, wide eyes searching hers. She swallowed hard around the panic in her throat and nodded. It was just Tommy. She was safe with Tommy.
At her nod, he pulled from the medical kit a pair of scissors and, with careful, gentle movements, started to cut away at the fabric of her shirt.
The fabric had stuck to her skin in multiple places where blood from her wounds had started to clot and harden, and Tommy had to yank a little to get it off. A harsh breath sucked into his lungs once he’d pulled the garment away. Lucy couldn’t bring herself to look at him, instead staring down at the floor with a lump in her throat, fingers playing with each other. She could feel him examining her, taking in the ruined expanse of her back, the reopened scars winding down her body, the bruises blooming on what little was left of her that hadn’t been sliced open.
“Lucy…” he choked out, inching closer to her. She sniffled, burying her face in her hands, trying to hide her shame from him. “Hey,” he put an arm around her, careful to settle it high enough around her shoulders so that he wasn’t disturbing the worst of her injuries. “Oh, my love, shhh…” his thumb stroked up and down. “I know. I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” He waited until she quieted before his hand ghosted over–but didn’t actually touch–her shredded back. “Sweetheart…what did this?”
“He called it a cat o’nine tails,” she whispered. Tommy sucked in a breath again, suddenly leaning over her, examining her left shoulder more closely. “You have a bullet wound in your shoulder.”
“Oh.” She blinked, suddenly remembering. “Yeah. One of them got me during the shootout in the church.” Her voice was scaring even her with how dead and empty it sounded. Tommy gingerly touched the skin beside the bullet hole.
“I’m going to have to take it out.”
“Okay.”
He started to gather up materials from the kit. Snatching the washcloth hanging off the rim of the tub, he dipped it into the water. “Sorry,” he apologized at her hiss when he wiped at the wound. “Drink this.” A glass of whiskey was nudged into her hand. She took a few sips, aware that she would need as much pain numbing as she could get, but also unable to bring herself to entirely care. It wasn’t like it could hurt much worse than what Luca had already done to her.
She was aware of Tommy shooting her worried looks of deep distress every few moments.
“Right,” he cleared his throat, adjusting the way that he was sitting on the bed so that he was behind her. “Try not to move. I’ll make this as fast as I can.”
She curled her head down so that he could have as best access as possible to her shoulder. He hooked one arm around her, thumb repeating the soothing up and down rubbing motion when she hissed a little at how tightly he gripped her to keep her in place. A pair of tweezers probed at the wound, and then plunged in. She cried out, hands latching onto her knees, gritting her teeth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Tommy sounded to be almost on the verge of tears, holding her firmly in place while he worked the tweezers. She screamed again as they scraped against the edge of her opened flesh, trying to get a grip on the little metal ball inside her. “I know. I know it hurts. Just a bit more. You’re doing so well, love…”
Another whimper of pain from her, a slight twist of the tweezers, and then he was retracting them along with the bullet that had lodged itself into her flesh.
He wiped at the wound, dropped the bullet into an empty whiskey glass on the bedside table, then hugged her. She realized that she’d started crying again.
“All done, all done, love. No more. You did so good, sweetheart.”
She burrowed into him, shuddering, closing her eyes until the sharp bite of pain drew back into the consistent throb she’d grown accustomed to.
“Alright?” Tommy asked, after giving her a few moments to recover. She nodded, eyes closing and leaning into him. “I need to disinfect all these cuts, honey.” He sounded truly distraught at the idea of causing her more discomfort, and when she looked up, she was met with an agonized expression she’d only seen cross his face a handful of times before.
“Okay.”
He leaned back, looking earnestly into her eyes. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
She nodded. He kissed the top of her head, and once more reached for the rag, wetting it in the water in the tub, and beginning to very, very gingerly clean her skin of all the dried blood so he could get a better look at what her injuries looked like.
They had to pause so that he could remove her trousers, Lucy gripping his arm tightly to keep herself upright as she stood so he could pull them down her legs. The frown on his lips only deepened as he took in the cuts that marked her hips and legs. He knew her body well enough, there was no doubt in her mind that he recognized that the pattern of the fresh cuts perfectly matched those of her old scars.
“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, as she whined when he poured the rum he’d asked Polly to bring over her injuries, taking care to ensure he got each and every cut. Most had already clotted and partially scabbed over, so she was in no real danger of bleeding out. Luca had been careful in his every incision. It had not yet been his intention to kill her.
A shiver wracked down her spine at the thought of what else he may have done to her if she hadn’t managed to get away.
“Is the doctor not coming?” she asked, as Tommy finally set aside the rum and started to prepare a needle and thread to stitch her up.
Tommy frowned, glancing at the clock. “I don’t want to wait for him.”
She nodded. Truth be told, she’d rather Tommy stitch her up over anyone else anyway.
It was as he began to thread the needle through her skin that, in a small, hoarse voice, she started to tell him what had happened. How Luca took her from Lizzie’s home. How he strung her up in the bowels of the church for days on end. The whipping. The reopening of her scars. How she escaped. The carnage that she had to commit to do so.
He listened silently, only interjecting every once in a while with the occasional question. But she could see his jaw tighten as she described the things that Luca had said and done to her, black pools of rage opening up behind his eyes, rivaled only by the horror that she also saw reflected there.
When he was done stitching and bandaging her up, he retrieved one of his shirts–the soft, white cotton Henley that she liked so much–for her to wear. It was loose enough on her to not disturb any of her bandages, and as an added bonus it smelled like him. His brows pulled together at the way she yelped and flinched when she had to lift her arms so he could help her pull it over her head. The movement sent her shoulders ablaze with pain.
“Lay down,” Tommy ordered gently, a hand on her head guiding her to rest her cheek against the pillow. She curled up on her side. There was no way she could lay on her back right now with the state that it was in. “There you go.” He pulled the quilt up to her chin, making sure it covered her completely.
“W-wait, don’t go–” she lifted her head, suddenly half panicked when he rose to his feet.
“I’m not going anywhere, love,” he assured, urging her to lay her head back down. Still, she watched him anxiously as he went to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and rifling around inside until he pulled out a small vial of liquid.
“Tommy?”
“It’ll help with the pain.” he sat down on the edge of the bed, pouring a glass of whiskey and then adding a splash of the liquid into it, giving it all a quick stir. “It’ll help you sleep. At least until the doctor gets here.”
She frowned. They’d bought it for special occasions. It seemed a pity to waste it on something as dour as this. But she didn’t have the energy to argue with him. And she did want everything to stop hurting. Even if just for a little bit.
“Alright.”
He raised the glass to her lips. The whiskey and opium burned a little on the way down, and almost immediately she felt her eyelids grow heavier.
“I’m going to go get changed and cleaned up, alright?” he leaned over to set the empty glass down on the nightstand, then smoothed his hand along her forehead. “I’ll be in the washroom right down the hall. Just shout if you need me, eh?”
“You’ll come right back?”
“I promise.”
She nodded. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open. Tommy kissed her forehead.
“Just rest, eh? Try to sleep. I’ll be right back.”
She watched him go, pulling the blanket in tighter around herself. She heard his footsteps thud on the floor across the hall to the washroom, the squeak of the hinges and then the click of the door closing.
She was pretty sure, despite her mind drifting in and out of consciousness by that point from the opium and pure exhaustion, that she then heard the muffled sounds of him retching.
She was in and out after that, so it was hard to pinpoint how long Tommy was actually gone for. It couldn’t have been long, though. Only ten minutes at most.
“Tommy?” she asked, stirring against the pillow at the sound of footsteps near the bed, unable to open her eyes.
“I’m right here.” His voice came somewhere near her head. Her hand reached out weakly, and a moment later his fingers engulfed hers tightly.
“Don’t leave me alone,” she begged. He kissed her temple.
“Never in a thousand years.”
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- 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 -
• Day 12; Somnophilia: Stalker Season, Norman Reedus.
• Day 13; Menophilia: Smell It A Mile Away, Marko ( The Lost Boys )
• Day 14; Incest: Bossy Big Brother, Michael Gray ( Peaky Blinders )
• Day 15; Noncon: Babysitter Terror, Billy Hargrove ( Stranger Things )
• Day 16; Public: Concert Special, Slash ( Guns N’ Roses )
• Day 17; Vore: Virgins Taste Best, Marko ( The Lost Boys )
• Day 18; Spanking: Specifically Told, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )
• Day 19; Uniform: Short Skirt, Tall Socks, John Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )
• Day 20; Step Siblings: Deceiving Big Brother, Henry Bowers ( IT Chap. 1 )
• Day 21; Tickling: “Now, Go To Bed.”, Alfie Solomon’s ( The Peaky Blinders )
• Day 22; Masturbation: Morning Welcome, Aemond Targaryen ( The House Of The Dragon )
• Day 23; Deep Throating: To The Wall, Dave Mustaine ( Megadeth )
• Day 24; Taking Advantage: The Stupid Cheerleader, Axl Rose ( Guns N’ Roses )
• Day 25; Pregnancy: Growing Inside Right Now, Tom Riddle ( Harry Potter Franchise )
• Day 26; Grooming: Stolen Child, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )
• Day 27; S&M: Corruption From The Dirty Boy, Joaquin Phoenix
• Day 28; Cockbulge: Best Friends Little Sister, Sebastian Bach ( Skid Row )
• Day 29; Incest: Just Real Close S’all, Eyeball Chambers ( Stand By Me )
• Day 30; Free Use: Wake Up At Dark, Billy Idol
• Day 31; Incest & Breeding: Nighttime Lullaby, Arthur Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )
A/n; I changed maybe two or three of the topics because I had no idea what to do with them and they also weren’t very appealing per-say.
#fanfiction#80s#90s#kinktober#peaky blinders#joaquin phoenix#tommy shelby#john shelby#alfie solomons#tom riddle#billy idol#breeding k1nk#billy hargrove#slash gnr#axl rose#sebastian bach#the lost boys#marko the lost boys#paul the lost boys#norman reedus#r@pe kink#masterbation#step siblings#dick bulge#tw noncon#somno breeding#menophilia#s&m play#free use kink#arthur shelby
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Suspiciously plainly-titled KakuSaku (≖_≖) explain
I think I shared snippets in the AkaSaku server a while back when I started writing it!! An abandoned oneshot that I BELIEVE was supposed to have a??? magical girl or maybe demon Sakura in it, I can't remember exactly lmaoooo
Anyways, here's what I had written in it's entirety!
"Easy job, he said," Kakuzu growls under his breath, back pressed against the wall and his gun raised and ready. "Just in and out, he said. Just one guy, he said."
A bullet whizzes by his head as he just barely glances around the corner, his lip curled and his eye twitching as he jerks back. He's got one more clip before he's out of ammo and there's four assholes down the hall, waiting to blow his brains out. One of them, the beefy bald-headed guy, had already grazed his other soldier, but Kakuzu had fortunately already taken out three other goons. All he had to do now is get to the stairwell at the other end of the hall and down to the lobby.
Then he could go back to the base and break Hidan's nose.
The dickhead.
How the hell was seven assholes with guns in a decaying, abandoned hotel an easy job?
There's a muffled grunt down the hall and a chunk of the wall corner next to his head is suddenly blown away, shards of wood sent flying. A few hit his face, scratching up his cheek and forehead but, fortunately missing his eyes. Kakuzu growls again and quickly leans around the corner, catching sight of the shotgun that had just blasted the wall as he fired off three shots of his own. A vicious grin crosses his face as he gets one guy in the head, but he only manages to tag another in the leg. The other two, Beef and Shotgun, are quick to return fire and Kakuzu ducks back around the corner, grumbling as he drops the empty clip and loads up his last.
Definitely gonna break Hidan's nose.
The guy he'd hit in the leg is still shouting and wailing about all the blood he's losing, but, under his bitching, he can hear the other two reloading and decides to make a run for the stairs. As Kakuzu slides out, he pauses for the briefest moment, attention caught by a shock of red on the wall behind the men. It's extremely unlikely that the fire extinguisher mounted on the wall isn't expired, but he's willing to try anything if it means getting out of this dump alive. Quick to react, he raises his gun and aims, that grin returning as the bullet hits home and the extinguisher explodes into a massive cloud.
The remaining men shout and curse and Kakuzu turns on his heel, hightailing it down the hall and narrowly avoiding another bullet as it flies past his ear. He throws open the door to the stairwell and slides inside, slamming it shut behind him. He jumps the railing to drop down half a level, landing hard on his feet and grimacing at the way the the edge of a stair crumbles slightly underfoot. But, he doesn't have time to worry about that and takes off again, racing down the stairs but not risking jumping the rail again. He can hear the moment Beef and Shotgun burst through the door above, having seemingly left their remaining companion behind, and he curses under his breath.
Keeping his distance from the open middle of the stairwell, Kakuzu's glad to at least be two levels below them and not have to worry about getting shot. But there's still five more floors to go. The goons chasing him seem to have less qualms about risking the stability of the old stairs as he can hear the hard impact of them jumping and landing half a level down, three times in a row, and everything seems to shake slightly around him.
He manages to skid to a halt just as Beef lands in front of him, a grin on the big guy's face.
"End of the line, assh-"
There's an almost immediate rumble and the stairs shake for a moment before the ground opens up under the man and he falls down another floor, his eyes going comically wide as he cries out in surprise. Kakuzu doesn't have time to laugh, however, as Shotgun fires off, hitting the railing to his right and sending a few tiny bits of shrapnel flying. Cursing, he considers the goon-sized hole in front of him before sighing and jumping down, taking a bit of pleasure in the way he lands on the barely recovered Beef.
His weight sends the guy back down onto the ground and Kakuzu socks him in the face once, as payback for hitting his shoulder earlier, before hopping off of him and continuing down the last flight. He can hear him groaning in pain behind him and there's blood on his fist from he'd split the guy's lip, but Kakuzu is too concerned with making it down to the ground level. There's a chorus of curses and shouting behind him, but the door to the main floor is within sight and he barrels through it with a grin. He briefly considers finding some way to block the door behind him but decides to just get the fuck out of here and starts to race down the hall in search of the lobby and exit.
He can hear the moment the door is slammed open, a gruff, pissed off voice shouting after him, but turns a corner on the hall and enters the hotel lobby a moment later. The front doors are practically straight ahead and he can't wait to get out of this musty building and into the fresh air. Outrunning that big lug should be a br-
Something huge and heavy barrels into Kakuzu's back with a roar and tackles him to the ground.
Ah, the big meathead was faster than he seemed.
He narrowly avoids slamming his chin onto the ground, but his gun goes flying, skidding across the grimy tile floor and stopping a good 4 feet away from him. Now, Kakuzu himself is a fairly large man, but this guy is ridiculous and he's pretty sure he might be crushed if he doesn't get out from under him. He grunts and tries to squirm free, but Beef sits up, a knee digging into spine and a gun pressed to the back of his skull.
"Y'fucking broke my nose, dickhead," He growls before turning his head and spitting a mouthful of blood off to the side. Kakuzu goes still as he presses the barrel a little harder against his head, watching the blood seep down an open crack in one of the tiles.
"Now, I really wanna just smash your skull open," Kakuzu rolls his eyes. "But if you hand over that little trinket the dumbass up on the 9th floor gave you, then I'll make it nice and quick and just blow your brains out."
Right, easy job. Just go to the dump of a hotel, meet Hidan's contact, get whatever goods it was that the Boss wanted, then return to the base.
Easy.
Granted, Kakuzu hadn't been expecting some weird necklace with a…- bone? Or was it ivory? - medallion.
"Now, hand it over, freak."
Kakuzu opens his mouth to respond, but then the ground seems to tremble beneath them. They both tense, that knee digging into his back a little deeper as Beef sits up and looks around. The distraction is all he needs though and Kakuzu twists under him, managing to roll over enough to punch the goon in the throat. The gun goes off but just grazes his arm - the same damn arm - and Beef reels backwards, choking and trying to catch his breath. It's enough for Kakuzu to pull his knees up to his chest and then kick out, boots impacting the larger man in the center of his chest to send him flying backwards.
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this wasn't the thing i was naming parents for but i have been using it to help so i figured i post for fun. carina parent list and their fave 80's artists / movies. sorry if you don't care about these people but weirdly right now i kind of do.
kim rhodes: janet jackson, george michael, paula abdul / sixteen candles
jessica hanna: madonna, cyndi lauper, richard marx / footloose
stephen hanna: phil collins, hall & oates, steve winwood / big
tracy maldonado: blondie, kate bush, pat benatar / the princess bride
luke maldonado: tom petty, inxs, the cars / national lampoon's vacation
julie cooke: stevie nicks, david bowie, stevie wonder / the lost boys
eric cooke: a flock of seagulls, tears for fears, the police / the empire strikes back
jack lancaster: journey, ac/dc, van halen / risky business
beth lancaster: skid row, heart, guns n roses / dirty dancing
doug frazier: kenny loggins, rick springfield, bruce springsteen / top gun
angela frazier: whitney houston, lionel richie, the pointer sisters / beaches
amanda coleman (mack's mom): sade, the rolling stones, prince / do the right thing
#remember how sometimes riverdale would do the parent episodes?#i have covid so its the parent episode today.#also sorry for being psycho and assigning names and traits to your muses parents without asking. i will do it again.#this is all just. my personal headcanon. do with it what you will.
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According to VH1 the Top 40 Hair Band’s are: 1. POISON, 2. TWISTED SISTER, 3. BON JOVI, 4. MOTLEY CRUE, 5. CINDERELLA, 6. WARRANT, 7. QUIET RIOT, 8. DEF LEPPARD, 9. SLAUGHTER, 10. DOKKEN, 11. RATT, 12. WINGER, 13. WHITESNAKE, 14. WHITE LION, 15. GREAT WHITE, 16. LITA FORD, 17. SKID ROW, 18. KISS, 19. BRITNY FOX, 20. SCORPIONS, 21. EUROPE, 22. WASP, 23. VIXEN, 24. FIREHOUSE, 25. DANGER, DANGER, 26. MR. BIG, 27. STRYPER, 28. LA GUNS, 29. TRIXTER, 30. BULLET BOYS, 31. TESLA, 32. SAIGON KICK, 33. KIX, 34. AUTOGRAPH, 35. FASTER PUSSYCAT, 36. NIGHT RANGER, 37. STEELHEART, 38. JACKYL, 39. EXTREME and 40. HANOI ROCKS/MICHAEL MONROE.
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SKID ROW ❤️ Setlist - 18 Ottobre 1989 Palatrussardi, Milano..... Io c'ero ‼️‼️‼️‼️
• Big Guns 🩷
• 18 and Life 💜
• Sweet Little Sister 🩷
• Rattlesnake Shake 💜
• I Remember You 🩷
• Here I Am 💜
• Youth Gone Wild 🩷
(Credo di non averne dimenticata nessuna)
#skid row#rachel bolan#sebastian bach#dave snake sabo#scotti hill#rob affuso#rachel is my obsession#skid row live#skid row love 4 ever
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The past couple days, ive had two songs mashed together in my head: Big Guns by Skid Row, and Love Ain't Easy by Steelheart
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my favorite albums, 9/1/24. ✩
RECTO VERSO, PARADIS (2016)
favorite tracks: instantané, toi et moi, garde le pour toi.
TURN BACK THE CLOCK, JOHNNY HATES JAZZ (1988)
favorite tracks: don’t let it end this way, i don’t want to be a hero, shattered dreams.
KICK, INXS (1987)
favorite tracks: devil inside, need you tonight, new sensation.
BROTHERS, THE BLACK KEYS (2010)
favorite tracks: the only one, too afraid to love you, black mud.
SKID ROW, SKID ROW (1989)
favorite tracks: piece of me, here i am, big guns.
PRIVATE EYES, DARYL HALL & JOHN OATES (1981)
favorite tracks: i can’t go for that, private eyes, friday let me down.
SING STREET (ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK), VARIOUS ARTISTS (2016)
favorite tracks: drive it like you stole it (sing street), rio (duran duran), pop muzik (m).
THE JOSHUA TREE, U2 (1987)
favorite tracks: in god’s country, red hill mining town, i still haven’t found what i’m looking for.
VOLCANO, JUNGLE (2023)
favorite tracks: us against the world, back on 74, candle flame.
ANONIMO VENEZIANO (ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK), STELVIO CIPRIANI (1970)
favorite tracks: anonimo veneziano, maquillage, vicino a te.
LOVING IN STEREO, JUNGLE (2021)
favorite tracks: all of the time, lifting you, keep moving.
PECCATO MORTALE (ORIGINAL MOTION SOUNDTRACK), PIERO PICCIONI (1972)
favorite tracks: happiness, sensual, happiness #7.
GRACE UNDER PRESSURE, RUSH (1984)
favorite tracks: between the wheels, red sector a, the body electric.
NOT FAKIN’ IT, MICHAEL MONROE (1989)
favorite tracks: thrill me, man with no eyes, all night with the lights on.
NIGHTS ARE SO LONG, MICHAEL MONROE (1987)
favorite tracks: it’s a lie, too rich to be good, she’s no angel.
A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD, COLDPLAY (2002)
favorite tracks: warning sign, amsterdam, politik.
#this is NOT an all-time list#though i may do that sometime#this is just for the past few months or so#music#henry’s favorites
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trickylittlevicky’s skid row and slave to the grind album rankings <3
these are both my favourite records in the whole world and i can honestly say every track is 10/10, but i definitely have some top faves!
SKID ROW (1989)
1. 18 and Life
2. Rattlesnake Shake
3. Big Guns
4. Sweet Little Sister
5. I Remember You
6. Piece of Me
7. Youth Gone Wild
8. Makin’ a Mess
9. Here I Am
10. Can’t Stand the Heartache
11. Midnight/Tornado
SLAVE TO THE GRIND (1991)
1. In a Darkened Room
2. Mudkicker
3. Riot Act
4. The Threat
5. Slave to the Grind
6. Wasted Time
7. Livin’ on a Chain Gang
8. Monkey Business
9. Creepshow
10. Beggar’s Day
11. Psycho Love
12. Quicksand Jesus
13. Get the Fuck Out
THAT WAS SO DIFFICULT 😭
comment your fave skid row songs!!! <3
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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
i'm always late but i promise i love receiving these!! 💗 thanks kris 🥰
drive-in saturday - def leppard
if you're blue - joan jett and the blackhearts
when you're gone - bryan adams
big guns - skid row
dancing on glass - mötley crüe
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! Updated Intro/About Me Post !
Hi! My name is Syd (Sydney), and I use she/her pronouns :) Im 23 and my birthday is March 27th! Aries sun, taurus moon, and gemini rising are my big three :) I am a diesel mechanic and work on semi trucks!
I mainly made this blog to post and reblog 80s/90s bands that I enjoy :))
I was raised on 80s and 90s metal and rock. The very first song I remember loving is Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row, when my mom and I would sing it together in the car when I was around 5. Skid Row has always and will always be my favorite band, and Sebastian Bach has a special place in my heart and is my all time favorite singer.
My mom and aunt were going to these concerts starting at age 11 and collected so much concert merchandise and bought so many cassette tapes on release and I am so lucky to have these things passed down to me! I feature many photo cards that I find in these cassettes here too :)
I love making mutuals/friends here so please don’t hesitate to interact with me! 🖤
Some of my favorite bands (that definitely get posted here a lot) are Skid Row, Cinderella, Motley Crue, Ratt, Poison, Def Leppard, Guns n Roses, Firehouse, Bon Jovi, Van Halen, LA Guns, Warrant, Great White, Faster Pussycat, Slaughter, and more 🫶
obligatory gif addition of my five favorite boys 🫶
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