#drumming tshirt | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

superblysubpar · 1 month ago

Text

dad!steve harrington x mom!you

a How Sweet It Is story

summary: you want another baby

2,886 words

warnings: please see the How Sweet It Is and Easy Like Sunday Morning masterlists for general warnings about these AU's | SMUT (piv unprotected intercourse / steve breeding kink harrington / kitchen sex and all the messy things like licking food off of another person for example) | NSFW 18+

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow at the bottom of the story!

Autumn, 1993:

Steve rubs at his eyes as he turns onto your street, fighting a yawn as his radio rumbles quietly, the song too soothing despite the cold air from the open window trying to keep him awake. He curses at the time blinking back at him on the dash.

Midnight.

His kids will be up in five hours, maybe less.

He groans audibly to himself and knows that you’ll wake up with them first and insist he sleep in, but he’ll hear you singing or laughing or hear the kids ask where Daddy is and he’ll feel guilty and that’ll be that.

He hadn’t meant to stay at the hospital for as long as he had, but Eddie was sort of a mess and Olivia kept thanking him and apologizing and okay, so maybe, he’s a little excited to rub it in everyone’s face that he was the first one to meet Caroline.

It’s weird seeing one of your best friends have a kid. Weird seeing this guy in a Metallica tshirt who was just leaning over a theater seat and telling him his own kid was a little freak not even five hours ago, hold his newborn and cry.

And yeah, whatever, he cried too.

Meeting Caroline was worth the lack of sleep.

The same lack of sleep making his eyes blink and connect the dots too slowly that the house he’s pulling into should be dark. Yet as he rolls to a stop in his driveway, he finds almost every single light of the house is still on. Warm gold shines from his upstairs bedroom, the downstairs living and kitchen windows. As he makes his way up to the front steps, mentally preparing himself for wide awake yet overly tired three and six year olds, he pauses.

Fleetwood Mac?

He’s sure of it, as he steps closer to his front door and hears guitars and drums, hears your voice singing louder, somehow, than the stereo blaring.

It’s the mix he made you, for your birthday, all your favorites, and Steve closes the door gently, looking around in search of you.

The kitchen is empty, well, not empty.

There’s bold and…uniquely…decorated Halloween cookies on parchment paper. A mixing bowl and utensils all covered in chocolate, frosting, caramel, and essentially anything potentially sticky and edible in his house littered across the countertops.

He makes his way to the living room and finds a blanket fort and crayons literally everywhere, ironically, as the song of the same title starts just then. He goes to nudge the stereo lower when your voice singing on the stairs makes him pause.

His chest fucking cracks open at the sight of you. One of your old band shirts hangs loosely from your frame, no pants, a laundry basket on your hip. He leans against the door frame as you do a little spin-dance sort of thing when you reach the laundry room.

He watches you flick off the light and head to the kitchen and he’s a little alarmed you haven’t screamed or said hi until you stick a spoon of chocolate frosting in your mouth and then call out around the treat:

“You gonna come dance with me or just stare all night, Harrington?”

Steve smiles and watches you twirl in the kitchen and make what you think are flirty eyes at him. He tilts his head as one particular shake of your body in a terrible dance move shows off the high cut of black lace on your ass.

You don’t wear those enough.

“I’m good with staring, it’s a nice view.”

He slowly enters the kitchen, knowing it’s a trap, but a willing prey for your hands that grab him as soon he’s close enough. Your fingers clasp together at the back of his neck as you sway, much too slow for the song and he gets the hint, his finding a home on your waist.

“You remember when we slow danced to The Way I Feel at that shitty frat party?”

Steve smiles, his hands bunch up your shirt in his fingers and his forehead rests against yours.

He remembers it well. Really well.

Remembers the girl he’d made out with a few times in high school, how he messed up his shot with her even more times. How he somehow got a seat next to that same girl on the first day of class in an actual college he still couldn’t believe he got into. Remembers asking her to study, to ice cream, to coffee. Kisses at front doors and make out sessions that lead to more. To held hands and introducing him as your boyfriend. Whispered dreams of the future amidst I love you’s. Then, dragging him along to a party.

Can still vividly recall slipping an asshole a twenty. Your smile around the rim of the plastic red cup you stole from him. Your voice singing softly to him, like you two were the only people there as you swayed a lot like you were now.

The way the song ended and your mouth was hovering over his and you asked him if he wanted to get out of there.

How one thing led to another and you were in the backseat of his car with your head thrown back and his mouth was on your neck and nine months later he was a dad.

Speaking of…

His nose traces yours as fingers scratch up your spine, smiling when you shiver. He leans his head down, just enough to brush his lips against yours as he asks, “Where are the kids?”

Your lips part around his in a barely there kiss as you murmur, “Robin and Nance took them. They made you hocus pocus cookies.”

Steve breathes in as you breathe out, fingers pushing at your spine so your lips bump again, speaking so quietly, if he weren’t pressed up against you, you’d be unable to hear him.

“Was wondering ‘bout the gummy worms. Makes sense now.”

Your head tilts back as you gasp into his mouth when his teeth graze your bottom lip. Then you hum, eyelashes fluttering as you say, “Almost every potion requires worms, according to our little witch. Who, by the way, was only encouraged by Robin who brought her a chocolate wand.”

Steve’s mouth breathes against your jaw while you talk, his tongue slips out as he kisses the hinge of it.

“Oh yeah?”

You’re not so much dancing anymore, instead simply arching your body as Steve grips your waist and leaves a warm, trailing breath down your neck. You suppose it’s like a dip of sorts.

A hum slips past your lips as your stomach flips. Maybe this won’t be as hard as you thought.

“Ye-yeah. Said she can’t be a Sanderson though…for Halloween…cause,” you whine a little when Steve’s tongue glides over your skin, his smile following right behind it.

“Cause?”

The song on the stereo changes with perfect timing to Think About Me, and Steve’s mouth presses a kiss to your neck, encouraging you with a squeeze of your hips.

“Cause,” your voice is quiet, but sure, “Cause she only has Grace. And there are three Sanderson’s.”

Steve’s lips slow their kissing as he hears what you’re saying. Hears the song that just so happened to lead to the conception of his second kid.

He pulls away and blinks at you, pink cheeks and eyes like melting honey.

“Are you…” he licks his lips, swallows, and looks down at where your body clings to his. He looks around at the kidless house, listens to the Fleetwood Mac, and then looks back at your hopeful gaze up at him.

His hands cup your cheeks as he asks, softly, “You wanna have another baby?”

“Yeah,” you laugh around some tears trying to slip out, a little more emotional than you thought you’d be. “Yeah, I really do. I think they’d be good ages apart and they’ll be so close to Caroline and Robin and Nancy are gonna get Zoe in a couple of months and-“

Steve’s kissing you, mouth passionate and hot against yours as he moans into your lips. He backs you up into the counter as you grip at his shirt collar, neither of you really caring or paying much attention to where things are landing.

Your fingers scratch down his now bare back as he lifts you, wedging himself between your spread legs. His lips are frantic in their kissing as he tugs on your thighs, your ass, until you’re flush against him, grinding down in search of friction.

Your body floods with warmth as he unzips his jeans, as he pulls and tugs at your shirt with his other hand, too impatient to wait until he has both free and refusing to admit if he stopped kissing you, it’d be a whole lot easier.

Steve groans at the sight of your bare chest and your legs tighten around his hips now free of the denim. He leans over you on the counter, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, “Hold still.”

“What, why, ohmygod-“

Steve drizzles caramel over your neck, your chest, your stomach, before flinging the spoon somewhere.

His mouth follows the drizzles, carefully licking up each drop as his hands squeeze at your hips, your thighs. His tongue glides across the curve of your breasts before it dips between the two and down your stomach where he gives you a kiss.

It’s all painstakingly slow compared to the speed you were just going, adamant for you to feel every pass of his tongue, every brush of his lips as he enjoys his treat.

Your body squirms underneath him, skin warm and only growing warmer as he pulls at your underwear roughly, leaving you completely naked on your kitchen countertop.

“Steve, we-“

Propped up on your elbows, you swallow your words when he removes his boxers and steps between your legs again. One hand rests on the counter next to your head, the other grips his length and tugs, once, twice, keeping eye contact with you while he lines himself up with your entrance.

“We,” he breathes heavily, stopping to kiss you once, before he keeps going, “Are gonna make another perfect, amazing, incredible kid.”

He pushes into you, capturing your gasp from the fullness of him inside of you. He pants into you, pushing deeper as he holds your stare, mouth never lifting from yours as he groans, “You’re gonna…” he sucks in a breath unable to to finish the thought when your hips roll and you whine for him to move.

“Please, Steve,” you beg into his mouth and he can’t hold off anymore, not that he really was before.

He pulls out and thrusts forcefully, hand gripping your hip and the edge of the counter as he slams into you again, and again, and again.

Your back arches off of the countertop, his name a gasp as you meet each of his thrusts and babble into his mouth.

“More, Steve, fill me up baby, please I-“

He swallows your words, grinds against you each time he pushes as far in as he can while his hand pulls your thigh up against his hip in a bruising grip.

It’s fast and not like you two at all anymore. Sex is usually some pillow talk and soft sleepy smiles and missionary and hand holding and so so so not Steve stopping his kissing and pouring more caramel over your face and chest in the middle of sex.

So not you two being loud, yelling names and making who knows what kind of noises as he smears and licks up the mess he just made and teeth nip at your skin and soothe it all away with kisses as he pounds into you like he used to. Not you when your hands grip at his shoulders and beg him to go faster, harder.

Steve’s gasping into your neck, thrusts coming closer together and your stomach tightens, warmth threatening to burst inside of you but you don’t want it to end.

Your fingers slip on the countertop, cookies fall to the ground, his name is yelled and it sounds an awful lot like don’t stop, never stop.

Steve searches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours while the other finds your lower back and makes you arch up into him further. Your hips grind against his as his mouth pants along your throat, your jaw, before it locks against yours in a kiss.

It’s all a little filthy and wild, the way you let go of his hand and both of yours grip the back of his head and pull when his thrusts just keep going. The way you beg into his mouth like you’re sobbing, “Baby, please, please, ohmygod-“ and Steve grips your hips and pumps harder, deeper, practically growling out a “Yeah?”

Your thighs shake, you pulse around him, your heartbeat is in your ears as he hits that spot that makes you see stars over and over and over again until your mouth falls open and you don’t know what comes over you because you’re practically shouting, “Yesyesyesyes,” until it turns into a silent gasp as your orgasm takes over. It’s like the breath is stolen from your lungs, vision lost, as he spills inside of you with a deep, tortured - like he really didn’t want it to be over either - moan.

The pair of you breathe heavily, clinging to each other still, then you both start laughing, tired and euphoric. Foreheads stuck together as your hands move over each other’s bodies restlessly as your lungs fight for air around the laughter, until it all slows down and stops again.

Eventually, Steve clears his throat as his thumbs rub soothing circles on your hips.

“Sorry, don’t know…that was um…”

Your head finds it’s favorite place in his neck, curled up under his jaw, lips finding the pair of freckles you love so much in a kiss. There’s no energy left for anything other than a hum of agreement.

His hands roam higher, soft and soothing up your spine and back down until you yawn against his neck and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest beneath where your fingers draw against his skin absently.

Steve pulls away and his lips twitch at the sound of your protesting whine, at the way your hands cling to around the back of his neck once more. But he’s just adjusting so he can find your lips, granting you a gentle and sweet kiss. The tip of his nose brushes yours as his breath fans out across your bottom lip when they part for him. His mouth moves over yours sweetly, lazily, as his hands pull you closer to him. Your stomach flutters alive, only stirring up the just satisfied feelings when his tongue meets yours. Steve kicks up inside of you when your hips shift, searching for friction again, causing your laugh to break the kiss.

He swallows the sound, his hand roams higher until it’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb brushing behind your ear as he regretfully pulls away from your lips, but only just so. Steve murmurs against them, eyes watching your eyelashes flutter at the sound of his voice.

“Can I interest you in a bubble bath to clean up, Mrs. Harrington?”

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, a kiss to your top one, his mouth moving over yours too fleeting as your entire body shakes with a shiver, practically drooling over his question and teasing touches with a moan worthy of a bite of chocolate.

Your hands curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, lifting your hips ever so slightly to cling onto his body a little harder, a little longer. The nod of your head knocks your lips with his again, and he rewards you with a deeper and lingering kiss. His arms wrap around your back as he pulls you closer still, neither of you ready to separate any time soon.

“You better tell them you ate every single one of those horrible cookies.”

He laughs into your mouth, nodding his head as you kiss him more.

Both of you are content to take your time getting upstairs, to let your kisses linger and melt like honey. Make sure each moment is remembered, so it’s all easily recalled from the sound of a song and the way you kiss him. Each pass of your lips over each other’s, each brush of a tongue or scrape of teeth or inhale of much needed air makes sure you’re not missing any of it as you clean each other up when you finally do get there.

Steve’s got your back to his chest as he hums into your temple the last song on the tape in between whispers of if it’ll be a boy or girl, names, personality, and all of the things you’ve come to love about your other two.

His hands roam over your body, warm water and sweet smelling suds cascading over you as he kisses your neck and shakes his head no when you ask if he’s tired.

And even if he were, the lack of sleep would be worth it.

#superbly subpar's writing #trick or treat freaks 💛#steve harrington #dad!steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb

282 notes · View notes

the-ultimate-muses · 2 months ago

Text

Mind dragging like a stuttering brake belt, first getting caught when trying to figure out what the hell ephemeral meant, it skipped and screeched in the form of a blank stare until Gundham's voice trailed off in his ears. "You...You're stupid, you know that?" It was said with a sort of laugh, Kaz running a hand through messy hair with his eyes trained to the ground. "Have you met me? Do I seem like the guy who has mortal attachments or whatever? I have Ibuki, and she's friends with literally everybody. I mean, I love her to death, but...I'm useful to her. I know tech and can fix her music shit when she blows amps, a-and now I can do actual music stuff with her. I know she loves me and shit, but even if she didn't, she'd probably still put up with me like everyone else does." They kept him around because he's useful, it was the only truth in his mind.

"I mean, like I said before, I have no idea why you still keep me around. You're best friends with actual fucking royalty, and- There was a reason I latched onto Sonia. She's cool and smart and pretty as hell. I- Heh, I thought she could get my dad to like me, that's how fucking great she is. I mean, it was stupid to think she'd go for me in the first place. I'm a damn grease monkey, our lives couldn't be more different. I bet she has more money in her pocket right now than I'll see in a whole year." But he was getting sidetracked, this wasn't about him. Gundham was more important here, he had an actual chance since-

"Whoever the hell it is you like, they'd be the biggest fucking idiot if they chose anyone else over a guy like you."

Body tense and eyes clenched shut, Kazuichi was so very ready for that hand to bring pain. It was all that had ever come when speaking of topics such as this, outside of a handful of their classmates. The last time he had shown even a bit of interest towards another guy...

Letting out a squeak at the touch, body coiled tight, it took a moment for Kazuichi to realize it wasn't meant to bring anything but comfort. He didn't get it. This was a joke, right? He'd never done anything to anger Gundham, the guy said. There was no way that was true. He pissed everyone off eventually, he was clingy and loud and immature, and-

And then the touch was gone, and all at once Kazuichi wanted nothing but to have it back. As much as he didn't understand, as much as it scared him, he couldn't help but believe Gundham when he said he'd never hurt him. He never had before, so why would he now?

He cant do anything but stare as the breeder tried to find his words, there being too many thoughts and feelings for him to process all at once to offer any of his own. At least until Gundham himself spoke of his own self doubt. He had to be-

"You're kidding, right? You seriously- Have you looked in a fucking mirror lately??" Kazuichi had always been one to forget his own troubles when someone else needed support, the last several minutes fading into the back of his mind as he stared dumbfouded at the breeder. "I literally- I watched you bottle feed a cat the other day! And- And you- You're such a dork with animals, the fuck do you mean you 'can't fathom'- Do you seriously have no idea how hot you are??" Had he not been so flabbergasted he very well would have delved into horror once more, of which would no doubt happen soon with how little thought he was putting into his words before speaking them. "If you say no, I'm actually gonna lose my shit. You can't look like that and not know it."

#oh i can happily deliver the angst >:3c #oh also since theyre at a part kaz is like #in just jeans and a tshirt #probs a bright Nightmare of a shirt but yeah no coveralls for once lol #left his hat behind too since it more than likely would have fallen off when he was playing drums #he plays like he on a damn trampoline the way he puts his whole body into it lol #muse: kazuichi soda #despairs-memorial #mobile bound #side note if ibuki heard kaz say this shit shed be fucking beside herself hsjdfs #she would be Squishing kaz so tight she would probably crack his spine lmao

18 notes · View notes

fakeredhead95 · 6 months ago

Text

Mark Grayson X F Best Friend

First ever time writing so be nice!

CW: MDNI, SMUT, 18+ ,

1183 WORDS

The salty air whipped through your hair as you watched Mark chase the retreating waves, his laughter echoing across the empty beach. “This is the life y/n!” He was a whirlwind of energy, always moving, always joking. You’d known him since you were kids and even though you were both in your late twenties now, he still managed to make you feel like a giddy teenager whenever you were together. “Come on Mark let's get you out of the sea before it gets too dark” you called. “You do remember I’m a superhero right?” called Mark. “Just shut it and hurry up” you laughed.

You’d come to the beach for a night of stargazing, a spontaneous decision fueled by a bottle of wine and a shared craving for the ocean. The sky was a canvas of glittering stars, the moon casting a silver sheen on the water. It was one of those nights that felt like a secret, a moment just for you two, tucked away from the world.

Mark returned, his hair damp from the spray, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He sat beside you, shoulders slightly brushing against yours a warmth spread through you. It wasn’t just the summer night, it was the way he looked at you, the way his eyes held a depth you’d never noticed before. “This is so beautiful,” Mark remarked. You couldn’t help but smile this moment was perfect, this evening was perfect.

You talked, not about anything profound, just sharing stories and silly jokes. But the laughter felt different this time, laced with an undercurrent of something deeper. You found yourself wanting to reach out to him and want to touch him, to feel the warmth of his hand in your own.

As the night wore on, a blanket of clouds rolled in, obscuring the stars. The air grew heavy with moisture, and the first drops of rain began to fall. “Quick y/n let's go” Mark got up and grabbed your hand leading you to seek shelter with him under a dilapidated pier, the wooden plank creaking under your weight.

The rain intensified a relentless downpour that seemed to wash away the world under you. You were trapped together with only the sounds of the drumming rain and the pounding of your heart.

You’d noticed Mark was still gripping onto your hand, this sent jolts of electricity through you. You looked into his eyes, the rain reflecting their depths, and you saw something you’d never seen before; a vulnerability, a longing that mirrored your own heart.

Mark's thumb brushed against your cheek, “y/n I can't hold this in any longer”. He leaned in and his lips brushed against yours in a soft tentative kiss. You couldn’t quite believe what had just happened but it felt right. The world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the feel of Marks's lips against yours, the scent of salt and rain mingling with his cologne.

The kiss deepened when all of a sudden Mark shot up “ Oh my god I'm sorry y/n I should’ve never kissed you i’ve crossed the line” you put your hand over Marks mouth and said, “ No Mark this is exactly what I want. I want you now”. He leaned back over to you and kissed you deeper becoming a passionate dance of tongues and hands. You felt a surge of exhilaration, of pure, desire.

“Oh my god y/n I need you” Mark whispered into your ear.

“I’m all yours baby” Marks hands began to wander and he began to grip your tits, a wetness between your legs started to form. You then began to find your way to Marks waist and you can feel his muscles beneath his shirt as you trace your fingers up and down his chest.

Marks lips leaves yours for a moment and he starts to trace kisses down your neck, and you shiver with pleasure, and let out a soft moan. He grabs the bottom of your tshirt and lift it over your head exposing your erect nipples. He sucks your tits taking you all in then he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers.

“Mark…” you pant your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to fuck me… right he right now”. Mark’s eyes darken with desire as he hears your words. He pulls you closer leading you to lay down, he grabs your underwear and rips them off by the seams. “Oops sorry about that” he remarked.

Marks eyes rake over your naked body, taking in every inch of you. He reaches out and grabs you by the waist pulling you closer. He was between your legs still fully clothed you could feel his rock hard cock against your wet entrance. He wastes no time and rips his tshirt of his head and pull his shorts down revealing his fat cock pressing against your stomach, and you know that you need him inside you. “Enough teasing now Mark, please fuck me, please just fuck me” you whined.

He lines himself up with yout entrance, his eyes locked onto your as he pushed inside you “FUCK y/n” Mark called out, you cry out as he pushes inside you. “Im so fucking wet for you” you moaned. Your walls stretching to accommodate his fat throbbing cock. Mark begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours as he fucks you with a raw, primal need. You needed him each thrust your bodies together in a dance as old as time itself.

You lie there, your body trembling with pleasure as Mark Grayson’s hand wraps around your neck. It’s not a tight grip, just enough to hold you in place as he fucks you. You call out his name, your voice hoarse with desire.

“Oh fuck, yes oh fuck, harder, Mark harder” you begged your hips bucking to meet his thrust.

His eyes dark with lust as he watches you, his hand never leaning your neck. The sensation of his rough palm against your skin only adds to the pleasure building inside you.

You reach up, your fingers tangling in his hair, as you pull him closer, deeper. Marks rhythm falters for a moment before picking up again, his breath hot against your ear. “ You like that, dont you?” he moaned.

“Yes, Yes I love it” you moan your body on the brink of release. Mark’s fingers dig into your hips as he pounds into you, his pace frantic and desperate. You can deel the orgasm building inside you, your muscles tightening with each thrust.

And then, one final push, you shatter. Your body convulses with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Mark’s thrusts become errates as he reach his own climax filling you up with his warm cum, his body collapsing onto of yours. You lie there, panting and spent. Mark rolls off of you, pulling you into his arms.

“Fuck y/n you’re amazing” he murmurs, his lips pressed against your forehead. You smile, your body still humming with pleasure. “I know” you reply, snuggling closer to him.

#mark grayson x reader #mark grayson smut #invincible #bff!Mark Grayson #fem reader #smut #invincible x reader #Mark Grayson

230 notes · View notes

the-hottest-band-tournament · 3 months ago

Text

Round 8 of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Guns N’Roses

Defeated opponents: ZZ Top, Pantera, A-Ha, The Go Go’s, Fleetwood Mac, Mötley Crüe, Hanoi Rocks

Formed in: 1985

Genres: Hard rock

Lineup: Axl Rose- vocals

Slash- lead guitar

Izzy Stradlin- rhythmic guitar

Duff McKagan- bass

Steven Adler- drums

Albums from the 80s:

Appetite for destruction (1987)

G N’ R Lies (1988)

Propaganda: “The sluttiest a man can do is be in the Guns’N Roses’s original lineup”

“Watch this video and tell me slash doesn't have pretty boy babygirl swag”

youtube

“Whoo! Time for more Guns N’ Roses propaganda (and by that I mean an excuse to gush about Steven Adler, one of my favorite drummers/people ever)

First off, look at him. This is, and so cannot stress this enough, one of the cutest people I’ve ever seen. Ever. Look at him! (And also, he’s a drummer so he’s fun-size - he is 5’7 at most and at least some of you reading could pick him up)

And he’s one of the greatest and most fun drummers to ever live. I’ve heard maybe 3 other drummers who are as fun to listen to and who have as good of a feel for matching the actual emotion of a song (harder to explain with drumming, but even though they’re both love songs, wouldn’t do the same solos for Patience and Sweet Child o Mine - it’s the same deal here). The demo for Back Off Bitch runs laps around the full version and half of that is because of him.

Izzy Stradlin himself has said that he gave early Guns N’ Roses their feel and that things got weird and “nothing worked” without him (I swear to god that’s a direct quote). You know how hard it is to get a guitarist or singer to recognize and actually admit that? And he’s never made a bad song or sounded boring, and that’s really rare for 80s-era hard rock drummers. Even Tommy Lee’s had his weird songs and I can’t say the same here.

And some bonus propaganda before I write another five paragraphs”

youtube

Queen

Defeated opponents: Green Day, Earth, Wind & Fire, The Psychedelic Furs, R.E.M., Duran Duran, INXS, Depeche Mode

Formed in: 1970

Genres: rock, glam-rock, hard rock, pop-rock, pop, disco

Lineup: Freddie Mercury- vocals

Brian May- guitar

John Deacon- bass

Roger Taylor- drums

Albums from the 80s:

The Game (1980)

Hot Space (1982)

Flash Gordon (1982)

The Works (1984)

A Kind Of Magic (1986)

The Miracle (1989)

Propaganda: ��HAVE YOU SEEEEN THEMMMM???? these men never lost their looks as they aged. smoking hot 20 somethings to smoking hot 40 somethings. in their own words, "we was glam" and "we were all stunning". all four had impeccable style choices 99% of the time, from leather jackets and wraps to monochrome to undone blazers and ties to brightly coloured /everything/. Deacon changed his hair style every few years and even in just tshirts and booty shorts, never missed. Roger had a sleazy mullet and sunglasses for what felt like forever, hot Persian dad, did not miss. Brian forgot how to fully button shirts. bell bottoms. same hair for 50 years. no misses. even after Freddie got sick and started wearing makeup and had to grow a beard to cover up, MAN NEVER FUCKIN MISSED. he was beautiful to the day he died. and thats not even touching on the leather daddy look from the early 80s.king shit. we love wrinkles and laugh lines in this gd house. if they don't sweep I’m blowing this whole website up we was glam”

“a few years back i was obsessed with these guys and i would find it hard to not have a crush on all of them. in the 80s especially Brian was GORGEOUS.. BEAUTIFUL”

Visual propaganda for Guns N’Roses: