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[johanhawk]

Thunder & Mud 👙🧸🎸

[ripio]

https://knac.com/article.asp?ArticleID=43971

[rocknrollflames]

This is great. I had heard part of this but not the whole thing. This is even better than Rockline. This is after they got their advance and blew a lot of it on drugs. You can tell they really enjoyed them. ; )

Some nasal passages were harmed in the making of this interview!

[laugtherhyena]

Taking a break from writing weeping willow to say:

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Keisuke traced his finger over each ridge and valley that made up the patterning of his gun. He had never thought he'd handle one of these... Ryutaro seemed to have the hang on his, but that wasn't much of a surprise considering who his sister was. He didn't know the names of anyone else who surrounded him.

He knew others were introducing themselves to each other, but he did not join in on the festivities. Satsuki was dead. Satsuki was dead, and that seemed to be all that mattered in the world to him. Nobody seemed to understand that grief, because nobody had raised their little sister as if she were their daughter.

Maybe Ando understood, because he was a man who lost both his child and his wife. Maybe Minako understood, since she was a mother who lost her daughter.

But he didn't feel like putting the doctor through any more stress, and he didn't want to risk being flirted with when talking to Minako.

So who else could he talk to?... Hamato, that's right. Hamato had been raising Benitsuru, so he'd understand the grief, maybe... hopefully...

He rose from where he sat and left the room. To his surprise, the golden-eyed man was nearby, with his little sister no-where in sight. Hopefully that meant she was with her father.

"Keisuke!," Hamato greeted the bluenette with a tight voice. He'd been sounding like that ever since he found out about Kanata's demise. "how are you?"

The clown see-sawed his hand as he got closer, letting his face twist into a grimace. Eventually, he gave up on the see-saw and let his hand drop. "Horribly. I... I remember-- whenever she had a nightmare, i promised Satsuki I'd protect her. I told her I'd always be there to protect her. But when she was in a living nightmare, I--"

He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. Part of that was because he began to choke on his silent sobs, and all Hamato could do was rub his back. For the first time, he realized, he was letting himself be a burden.

DAMN REALLY JUST DROPPING THIS ON MY DOORSTEP HUH

Isn't it crazy how Keisuke goes from a clown to a fucking armed Kisaragi foundation agent? I don't think we as a fandom talk enough about some of the leaps the Ch6.5 cast had from what they were doing previous and what they do at the foundation. Mainly Ryutaro and Keisuke, but you get what i mean

Shout out to you for making me care to Keisuke a little bit ngl, and i really really like the idea of him and Hamato being friends since he is the one person who somewhat understands what he's going through,, i should draw them sometime fr

[pupyuj]

[cw: cnc (reader receiving ofc), g!p ive, somnophilia, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, spanking, slapping, etc. (there’s just… a lot going on)]

been having cnc thoughts with ive so this is what i came up with! i’ll try to get some asks done and ehehe i’ve been working on a new fic for a while but ofc i get the block sdkdhsj.. BUT i’ll get out of this little predicament and hopefully come back w more food for you guys 🥰 i hope this was okay! i’m still tryna get my groove back 🤕🙏

p.s. this is like, long asf for no reason so have fun guys! 😭😘

everybody knew (y/n) (l/n) as ive’s brightest little star that was pretty much perfect in all aspects ☺️ nobody adores you more than your members though! you’re their battery, their personal motivational speaker.. but sometimes there’s a better use for you than simple bear hugs and little kisses.. you were the elder members’ toy, and they all love to use you in different ways… 😵‍💫

yujin gets real busy so she doesn’t have a lot of time to relax and do whatever she wants 🙁 poor girl barely has enough time to just sit and watch her favorite show before she has to leave for another schedule! she’s exhausted, angry, and most importantly, so fucking needy 🤭 so one day, she'd come home all tired and grumpy as she usually was... walks lazily towards the bathroom to get changed and wash her face when she notices an underwear of yours haphazardly thrown on the floor, missing the laundry basket nearby... and ofc yujin gets hard! it was annoying, really! how easy she gets horny whenever she sees you or thinks of you—you were too pretty! soon enough, yujin would sneak inside your room all hot and bothered, more than grateful that you were wearing the shortest shorts and the thinnest tank top in your closet.. fuck, yujin could practically cum at the sight of you alone!! yujin never liked touching you without your permission, but she remembered how you never fail to tell any of the unnies about how they "can use you however and whenever they want" and how "you wouldn't have a problem with it".

you were in deep sleep, so you didn't do or say anything at all when yujin swiftly gets rid of your shorts and it turns out you weren't wearing panties at all! god, you were such a slut—you just figured one of the unnies would come into your room and fuck you silly while you're asleep 🤭🤭 best believe yujin would be fully erect with even just the thought of fucking you in your sleep, so taking off her pants was quite ‘liberating’ in sense! ugdhhfhcbsig baby whimpering as she slowly inserts her cock inside you, practically drooling at how tight your pussy was! 😵‍💫 she gets a little scared when you stirred slightly, but then starts thrusting into you in a steady pace once she realizes you weren’t going to wake up any time soon 🫣 omgomg her whining in your ear bcs it’s been so long since she’s been inside you 🥺 sure it might be more fun if you’re awake (yujin needs a good riding right now actually…) but yujin couldn’t wait for that!! and now because she was thrusting inside you so fast and deep, naturally you’re wake up 😰 but you couldn’t even do anything bcs yujin’s pushed your head down to your pillows, telling you to “not say a fucking word” and “take it” and ofc you do that bcs who were you if not yujin’s stupid little pet?? 😋

biting your lip while yujin’s grip on your hair tightens more and more the closer she gets to her climax, afraid of waking the other members up and disturbing their rest :(( yujin pulling your head up roughly just to get a mix of a moan and pained sound out of you.. oh she fucking loved it 😙 seeing you look at her with both fear and lust in your eyes was what made yujin cum! filling you up to the brim but the two of you were far from finished! you haven’t cum yet after all… so expect yujin to manhandle you for the rest of the night bcs one thing she wants more than fucking the lights out of her pretty doll? control.

now… gaeul doesn’t know why but you had a real knack for pissing her off 😒 she never had too much of a problem with it before bcs most of the time you were just doing it for the camera to establish a cute little dynamic between the two of you for the fans to see! it was all fun and games until one day you went too far and gaeul just snaps 😔 the two of you were fooling around in an empty waiting room—making out and being touchy and all that, then you made a stupid joke which gaeul laughed off at first… but then you started to outright insult her and it wasn’t until gaeul has slapped you to shut you up that she realized that oh!! that was what you wanted out of her!! well, that angry reaction anyway… the whole bending you over in front of a vanity mirror and forcing you to watch yourself get fucked from behind was a surprise, but a welcome one 😋😋 she’d ignore your whining about how your hair, makeup, and outfit’s gonna get ruined, only grinning in response when she sees your shaking your head at her desperately bcs it was all becoming too much :(( her cock and her grip on around the back of your neck.. her other hand holding your hip, keeping you steady while she slams into your walls… and now what gaeul couldn’t ignore were your tears, and the pitiful way you’ve started sobbing ☹️

gaeul would’ve stopped right there (she would never want to hurt you on purpose! well except when she slapped you earlier—)… if it wasn’t for the fact that you subtly started to push back into her when she slowed her thrusts bcs she had been worried 🫣🫣 gaeul looking at you all confused and a bit conflicted bcs you literally were sobbing but you looked back at her, urging her to keep going, to keep ruining you… and you didn’t have to tell gaeul twice for her to do just that! “look at how much of a slut you are for me.” her now gripping your hair and pulling you up so you’d look directly at her through the mirror… oh that condescending look in her eyes mixed w disgust and annoyance.. you could’ve cum right there, really! but you knew gaeul would be disappointed if you did so you just stayed there, bent over and spread open like the good pet that you were 🤭 with how loud the two of you were, you were surprised that nobody has come in and interrupted you.. or maybe the noises drove everyone away! 🤔

eughfhdhc the thought of people outside the room hearing all of this.. somehow the idea did nothing but turn you on even more!! now you were moaning gaeul’s name even louder, calling her all of the names she likes through your sobs and whimpers… eventually gaeul feels you claw at her wrist, and that was when she finally came and with you, too!! 😋 as mean as she was, gaeul will definitely kiss the cheek she slapped an infinite amount of times and apologize 🥺 even though she knows it wasn’t going to be the last time you were gonna pull that stunt on her…

rei loves taking care of you! out of all the members, she was the one you stuck to all the time! everyone knows rei and (y/n) are attached to the hip, the pretty best friends who have the best instagram feeds due to each other being their own personal photographer… basically, you and rei were inseparable! 🥰 she knows you like the back of her hand, inside (😉) and out—all that stuff! the two of you didn’t fuck much, mostly bcs all you wanted to do when you’re together was gossip, make jokes, go to pretty places to take pretty pictures of each other… sure you’ll make out every now and then but ultimately, rei doesn’t touch you unless the mood strikes her 😙 and apparently, you coming home drunk out of your mind after a fun night out with your other friends was a good time for ‘the mood’ to hit rei 😚 her swinging the door open and seeing your flushed face, lazy smile, and messy hair.. she didn’t like the smell of alcohol no matter how fancy it was but when it came from you, it smelled nice enough! and then partnered with the very outfit rei helped put together… well, who could blame her for getting so hard?! by the time she sat you down on the couch, her cock was practically begging to be freed but she ignored that feeling for a while! giving you a glass of water to drink, taking off your jacket for you, caressing your hair and pushing strands away from your face.. god, who allowed you to be this pretty??

as rei slowly left kisses from your collarbone up to your jawline, she wondered if it was okay to take advantage of your dazed state like this.. it had to be, right?? you were the one who said the unnies can do whatever they want to you whenever… and rei wasn’t stupid—she knew you just wanted to get fucked for no reason bcs you were a stupid slut. she knew you better than anyone! in fact, she gets a pass for all of this, she’s your best friend after all 😚 it didn’t take long until she had you laying on the couch, with your pants and underwear removed and legs wide open and ready just for her… rei licking her lips at the sight of your wet pussy clenching around nothing, oh how she couldn’t wait to make your scream her name tonight.. 😋 you were exhausted though, barely processing anything that was happening until you felt something stiff and hard entering your pussy.. panic rushes into you until your eyes met rei’s, and then it was just a wave of emotions flooding through your head… confusion, lust, thrill.. and then even more panic when rei pushes in further, moaning loudly at the feeling.. you don’t know why it pained you so, perhaps you weren’t used to feeling rei inside you or maybe it’s bcs you clearly weren’t in the right state of mind to be doing this but fuck, why did that fact turn you on??! but your mind goes blank when rei decided to just force her entire length inside you, her ears tingling at the sound of your choked moan, wanting to hear more until your voice was gone...

"s-so big..." aww you were so cute underneath rei as you whined and weakly tugged on her shirt 🥺 but ugh as much as this all ‘weirdly’ felt good, you just wanted to have a good shower and sleep till the next afternoon.. but rei was intent on keeping you where you were when she pinned both of your hands above your head, using her other hand to clamp your mouth shut when you started to whine in protest 😤 tells you to “be a good slut” and ofc you didn’t want to disappoint your best friend so laid there and let her use you to her heart’s content! rei needed it anyway, what with everything she’s had on her shoulders as of late.. and you would never pass up on the opportunity to be of use to your unnies! after rei’s breeded you for hours on end, expect to be coddled and babied for the next week 💕 perhaps even spoiled 👀 (maybe it’s time i write sugar mommy rei actually…)

now wony… wonyoung’s got a lot to express, okay?! between living up to her ‘perfect idol’ image, schedules, and practices, you can’t exactly blame her when she suddenly just decides she wants to pull you to a corner and fuck you like it’s her last! every time she fucks you there’s always a sense of urgency in her actions… as if the world will explode if fucks you a second longer than she planned 😗 sometimes you feel like just another ‘activity’ in wonyoung’s calendar, there would be a specific date, time, and location when she wants to play with you and truthfully, it makes you feel shitty! she makes you feel shitty! god, the things she does and says to you??? you’re so lucky you’re such a slut that’s super into being practically bullied and humiliated… otherwise you’d be crying while she fucked you (but she’d probably love that) 😙 that ‘urgency’ makes wonyoung do a little of risky things.. especially if she’s desperate and wants to get off to let her frustrations out! all of ive would be alone in a waiting room and she’d literally daydream about fucking you right where you sat and laughed with yujin and rei… then she’d send leeseo out on an adventure (the baby will NOT see this fucking shit AT ALL in her life, wonyoung will make sure of it) before asking you, from across the goddamn room, to suck her cock 😀😀 there would be a pause, then the change in the atmosphere would make you shiver as wonyoung held your confused stare with a confident glare of her own… her ego only getting bigger when yujin nudges you and tells you to obey wony with a knowing smirk… evil, evil girls 🫣

ofc you were scared so you’d be frozen in your seat, trying to figure out if they were all joking or not but nope, they were 100% serious!! frustrated, wony takes up the space in between you and rei, not even giving you a minute to form a thought before lifting her skirt up, pulling her dick out of her compression shorts, and grabbing you by the back of your head 😵‍💫 “you know i don’t like repeating myself, (y/n)-ah.. nor do i like being denied of my pleasure…” and then she was balls deep inside your throat 🤤🤤 she simply loved how your mouth fit around her cock like a glove, making sure to control your pace so that your lips drag on her entire length.. finding joy in the way you’d gag and choke whenever she hits the back of your throat… even your tight grip on her thigh added to the fun—your tears too, ofc!! she’s sick, smiling wickedly while she listens to your muffled moans and your attempts to breathe but failing.. wony would feel bad but you clearly liked this! you weren’t protesting, you weren’t tapping out, you weren’t looking around trying to ask the other unnies for help… in fact, gaeul had already pulled her phone out and started recording you but you didn’t seem to mind! 🫣🫣

“f-fuck, really..? in front of your u-unnies and in a p-place where—oh, shit..!—we could easily be caught?? you’re disgusting…” you can’t see wonyoung but you can just imagine a psychotic expression on her pretty face while she said those words.. nothing makes her more happy than knowing that she can do literally anything and everything to you whenever and wherever… “where next, hm..? o-on stage? in front of dives? y-you wanna show them.. ahh… who you really are?” wonyoung, as well as the rest of the unnies, would burn the entire world if anybody else saw you like they do but it was a nice tease… pulling you up briefly so you could answer.. you frantically shaking your head no bcs the thought genuinely mortified you, then wony laughing at how panicked you looked bcs you knew that if she was pissed enough she would terrorize you during a fansign or something… after a while, she’d be done playing games—moving your head up and down so fast that you can barely keep up ☹️ she’s so desperate to cum it’s not even funny!! and when she did, she came a lot 😋 yujinnie making sure that every single drop is not wasted so she keeps your head down since wony had gone limp, they’re all cruel really 😣😣 but wonyoung, being a gentlewoman, is the one who cleans you up and returns you to your presentable state! becomes super soft bcs she knows she goes overboard sometimes 💔

jiwon is one strange case! she’s lowkey a perv and touches you inappropriately all the time but when it comes to actually fucking… well, suddenly she’s stupid 😭😭 either way, when you told the unnies they can use you… jiwon got more than a few ideas as to how exactly she’ll use you, but never had the courage to do it all! ☹️ but then you’ll find yourself in a situation that completely mirrors that one drunken experience with rei… this time around, jiwon came home completely wasted! she and yujin apparently had too much fun and now you were left to take care of the blondie 😙 she’s slurring, she’s stumbling, falling all over… can’t even take a step without needing to lean towards the wall to support herself 😭 she was GONE gone 💔 and when you hurried over to her side to help her, jiwon catches a whiff of your perfume and her entire demeanor completely changes!! 🫣 “w-what is that perfume you’re wearing..? smells nice… can i…” then she’s hugging you?? face down on your chest, sniffing your shirt, while her hands groped your ass?? “unnie.. come on don’t do this here… we need to get you to your room so you can rest up..” but nope jiwon refuses to listen! your scent alone was enough for her cock to stiffen right up…

first things first though—she has to feel how tight you are with her fingers 😵‍💫😵‍💫 subtly unzipping your jean shorts and slipping her hand inside your panties… literally moaning at how soaked you were, trailing her fingers along your folds as she leaves sloppy wet kisses on your neck.. god it was as if jiwon was completely hypnotized by your scent, going as far as to inhaling your hair and getting her boxers all wet bcs of all the precum that was leaking out of her… being so weak that you don’t do much when she presses your back against the wall 🫣 now rubbing your clit gently.. who knows how many marks she has left on your neck and chest at this point?? she doesn’t care! and jiwon barely bats an eyelash when she hears a pained squeak from you as she suddenly inserts two long fingers inside in your cunt 😵‍💫 she could practically cum at how your tightness just sucks her fingers in.. you’re squirming but you were clenching all around her! and she doesn’t miss the way you’re slightly grinding on her hand.. so she continues her work, fingering you in the best way she knows how… her free hand roaming anywhere she could touch until she grabs a fistful of your hair so you could look at her before she crashes her lips into yours 😋 jiwonie kissing you feverishly and getting so lost in your taste that she doesn’t notice you tightly gripping her wrist bcs she was going too fast… not that she’d care if she noticed anyway 🤭

“mmhn.. need to feel you on me…” jiwon moans in between kisses.. her being so knuckle-deep inside you that it hurts a little but jiwon showed absolutely no signs of stopping! she needs to hear you scream her name, needs to see you cream all over her hand… you looked so pretty with your neck all marked up and a bit of your lower lil bleeding bcs jiwon bit you while kissing you… nobody can blame her for pushing you over the edge to the extreme and making you cry as you came!! 🫣 jiwonie shushing you bcs you ended up being so loud, giggling a little seeing your tears and your swollen lips 🤭 definitely makes you clean up the mess you made on her hand, barely giving you time to react before she’s dragging you to her bedroom by your shirt, more than ready to ruin you until sunrise 🤤

[riverofjazzsims]

Gem Barrett for @rainymoodlet Rock of Love BC

Private Download if chosen

Back story:

Gem, born in Willow Creek County to the local Pastor and his wife, she was a precocious child and nothing like her older brother. No worries both her parents reminded her constantly of that shortcoming.  For a while the "wild child" curiosity was accepted as toddler antics but as Gem became older her outgoing way was frowned on especially by her mother. It was around the age of 8 when that shift occurred. Gems mom was pregnant with her baby sister, and she remembers everyone being so excited and her parents heading to the hospital so they could bring her little sister home, except only her parents came back. Her mother was never the same towards her again. She would hear her parents arguing and around the age of 12 is the first time she heard her mom utter the phrase "bayou bitch baby" It was not too long after that when she found out the woman that was raising her wasn't her mother at all. It did not make sense to Gem though because neither was her brother. Her older brother was from their fathers first marriage, his mom did not fancy being the pastor's wife or a mom so she left and divorced their dad.

The bomb was dropped when she was 14, her father the good pastor, had an affair early in her mom's marriage to him that resulted in her birth. Due to his standing in the community he didn't want his or his family name to be tarnished. His solution was to have his now wife fake a pregnancy (all while knowing she had fertility issues) until Gem was born. He went so far as to arrange for her birth mother to stay with them towards the end and had a home birth there in the room Gem called her own. That's how they were able to pass her off as her "mother's" child. They kept her birth mom around for the first month and then sent her on her way, no one the wiser.  When her mother lost her baby sister, she lost EVERYTHING that would allow for her to ever carry a child of her own, the only thing that she nurtured now was her bitterness and resentment of Gem. 

Thank god for Gems BFF Liza, or as she was affectionately known, Lying Liza. She was her rock through that toxic childhood, she was her escape.  It was Liza home that she felt loved and wanted, not her own, and she spent more time with them. But Lying Liza was called that for a reason as she was known for the extraordinary tales /Lies she would make up about the things she did and people she met, especially as they became teens. Gem wasn't allowed to listen to much music, especially none of that sinful stuff! With Liza, she was introduced to an eclectic array of music but both their favorite was rock. Iron revival, a rather new band at the time,  was Gems go to when she was needing to get lost in her emotions.

  Liza swore she was a groupie that got to meet some of the leads in their favorite rock groups over spring break and even shared a hot kiss with one though she refused to name( insert eye roll,) ok whatever you say Liza. But it was the summer of their 15th year that she and Liza got the chance to go to an indie rock group festival. The sights, the sounds, so much for Gem to absorb. Needless to say, at the end of that festival Gem came home with more than a T-shirt. 

Nine months later Gem gave birth to a daughter, with her mother staring her down and mumbling, "Bayou Bitch Baby just like HER". Forced to give her up, Gem got 24 hrs with a child she would never see again. They wouldn't even let her name her for the birth certificate. When she could no longer hear the small cries as her parents left with her daughter and when she could no longer finish screaming out her loss and pain because she was empty, she looked and there Liza was, her rock, the only person she confided in with her plan. Six Months later Gem left home and hasn't been back since. 

Fast forward, Gem made her way to the Pacific northwest and met up with some local bands in the Granite Falls area.  She realized she had a knack with people, planning, and an ear for music and how to best showcase it. Though she might have been the wild child her parents barely tolerated, one thing for sure that not even they could deny was how smart Gem was.  She spent the next several years building her business and brand. When it came to giving the smaller bands, the break needed to help boost them, you went to see her. She started to be known as the go to, Promotional Gems was a name those on the come up could trust. She was always about giving people a chance. Fairly sure it was to make up for all the chances her own family never extended to her. 

Liza would come up and visit her over the years, bring news from home, it was a few years back, right before Lying Liza went and found love, picket fences and 2.5 kids that she brought word of Gems father. He was on Hospice and wanted his daughter to come home, Gem refused him the visit, but not the letter he sent her. There he told Gem about her biological mother, how she showed up one day a couple years back, told him of the letters she had been writing and that he knew nothing about. Seems Gems "mother" had been intercepting all those letters and had hid them. He promised he would have her brother mail them to her along with where she could find her if she desired. That day wasn't until after her father passed away when her brother showed up at her office with the all the letters her biological mom had written to her over the years.  It was too late though, when Gem went back to Willow Creek County (seems her mother hadn't gone too far as she wanted to be close to her daughter) she found her in a nursing home with late-stage Alzheimer.  

Gem spent her mother's last few months going back and forth between Granite falls and Willow Creek County.  During this time, she began to think more and more of family, specifically the daughter she was made to give up, the mother she never got to know and what she may want to do with her life.   

When one of her favorite bands from her youth has a member show back up in the spotlight and willing to do a BC.. the teen heart that played their CD's until even the walls of her room knew the lyrics, she melted at the chance to connect with someone whose music unknowingly was part of her healing during her darkest time, was a beacon and safe harbor whenever the headphones went on. So Yeah, Gem is signing up in hopes of...... 

Hope, love and even the nerve to try and find her the daughter lost to her 

Does she have what it takes to Rock it out long enough to be Jacksons Rock of Love 

*Gem is a townie remake from @cowplant-snacks Townie group C

[msn-04iinightingale]

(starting off the new scene) There is a knock on the door of Owen's quarters, roughly six hours after he spoke last with Savannah - and roughly two hours since the news had blown up that she was in fact Savannah Cameron, last living heir to the Star League dynasty. And now, the tall, buxom, and very fluffy last Cameron was knocking on Owen's door, asking to be let in. "Owen? It's Savannah. I'd like to talk." ( @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not )

Owen looks up from the mostly disassembled pistol on his desk. On the floor, Loki raises his head and begins to wag his tail.

"Thought you'd be coming by." he mutters to himself.

"Door's unlocked" he says, louder.

His quarters are fairly cluttered, all things considered. Lots of knick-knacs from around the inner sphere and beyond, a lovingly constructed and painted model of a MAD-3R Marauder, various assorted medals from various houses, militaries, etc...including one from the Star League line the shelves, a bottle of some expensive whiskey peeks from between a few books, label obscured, and the floor is mostly taken up by Loki, Loki's bed, and a handful of toys for the massive dog.

Owen returns most of his attention to tweaking his Sternsnacht pistol, on his desk, easily the neatest part of his room.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Caruso?"

"Or should I address you as Lady Cameron now?"

[rock-and-roll-hell]

May 31, 1974

KIϟϟ Tour

Long Beach Auditorium - Long Beach, California

The show was broadcast live on local radio station KNAC.

 "Opening the show was KIϟϟ, mutant offspring of glam-rock and heavy-metal. Its monolithic music is predicable if you’ve heard Purple or Sabbath, and its show, for all the effort that appears to have gone into it, suffers because its tidiness and perfection work against the threatening air it tries to create. By borrowing from people like Alice Cooper, Blue Oyster Cult, et al, and taking these elements to ludicrous extremes, KIϟϟ has come up with an oppressive package that will probably turn them into stars. But the Stooges would have run them off the stage with their studded, leather tails between their legs��� (Los Angeles Times, 6/3/1974).

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Rick Rachtman, Dimebag Darrel,Phil Anselmo, Jerry Cantrell and Tom Araya KNAC Pure Rock Radio

[cameronspecial]

Secrets In Tangled (Part 1)

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Running Away.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Being the daughter of Penelope Fittes isn't all that it is cracked up to be. She really wishes her mother would let her leave the manor.

A/N: Taglist is open for this story.

Masterlist

Most children with talent in England would love to be the child of a Fittes. The prestige that comes with just mentioning one works for Fittes is bountiful, so being related to one would multiply that by a hundred. But Y/N Fittes knew better than most. The role of Peneolpe’s daughter is not one that played out for her how most people expected. Y/N is a secret meant to be hidden away from the world. It is done out of the guise of protecting her from the harm people would want to inflict on her because of her last name, but who would want a talentless child? No matter how much she begged her mother, Y/N wasn’t allowed to go to the outside world, which meant she turned to her academics and sports to impress her mother to let her go. 

The only handful of people who knew of her existence are tutors, coaches and doctors. All adults. She learnt a wide range of subjects from a young age ranging from the history of the problem to French. She pushed herself to excel in fencing and a variety of martial arts. But no matter how well she mastered fencing against her instructor, it would not change the fact that she is powerless against a visitor. Her days have become pretty mundane and routine. She knows she is privileged. She has a safe place to live, food, and every physical object she could want. If she asked for an elephant, it would appear the next day in a newly built habitat. She would have the space on the spacious property of the manor she lives in just outside of London. But she still couldn’t help but wonder when her life would begin. 

——

Y/N is currently practicing her fencing techniques on one of the state of the arts dummy her mother had created for her. Y/N’s back is turned to the door, so the only way she knew her mother had arrived is by the opening of the gym door. She lowers her rapier, turning toward the woman. “Hello, my dear. How are your lessons coming along?” her mother inquires, approaching her daughter to give her a kiss on the forehead. Y/N moves gently away from Penelope, “They are going well. I got a hundred on all of my exams, Sir Rupert has said that my glazad is improving. And all my martial coaches have confirmed that I am on track to moving up a degree. So can I please go into London now?”

“No, dear. You know why I don’t want people to know you exist. They will hurt you to get to me. I can’t allow that to happen. How about you take up photography instead? Yes, I think that is a brilliant idea. I’ll get you a photography instructor.”

“I don’t want to do photography. I want to be around people my own age. I want to go to school. I want to know how it feels to be in a crowded restaurant that is too noise. I just feel so lonely here by myself.” 

“Then we’ll get you a cat. You can give it whatever name you want. What kind do you want?”

“Mother, please. The only thing I want is to be able to go into society like any normal teenage girl.”

“Well, that is not happening. So get over it. I am ending this conversation, now. I will come back when you finally see some sense in what I am offering.” 

With that, Penelope Fittes storms away from her daughter, leaving her to wonder if she will ever truly get to live. 

——

She knows her decision is reckless, but she needed to do it for her own sanity. She is eighteen and has never talked to anyone her own age. Packing her things is difficult, she isn’t sure exactly what she will need because of the fact that she’s only really seen London in the tabloids or on tv. She doesn’t have much money, just what she is able to pickpocket from the various people allowed into the house. So she packs that into the bag along with her favourite clothes, toiletries, a few knick-knacks and her journal that has all of her childhood photos. Once the bag is ready, she uses her knowledge to disarm the alarm system on her bedroom window and then exits using it. She stands on the roof of the wrap-around porch and dangles herself from it to safely get down. She really hopes she had correctly turned off the security cameras or else she would not have much time. 

She takes her bike out of the garage and heads to the hedge at the edge of the property. This had been a part of her plan for a while now, so she had slowly worked on making an opening in the bushes. It is big enough for her and her bike without any struggle. She makes it through and is now off of the property. Using the map, Y/N makes her way to the train station. The money she stole is just enough to pay for the train ticket and a sandwich, which she eats on the journey to her destination. A few hours later, she has reached her destination and is now in the bustling streets of London. She didn’t exactly think her whole plan through seeing as she has no place to stay tonight. She really did think her money would be enough for more, but since she was wrong, she decides to explore the city. 

The long line outside of the coffee shops attracts her attention immediately. She waits in line to enter and immediately realizes she can’t get anything when she is at the till, so she embarrassingly makes her way toward the door. The big lettering of a poster on the corkboard causes her to pause to examine it. It is a want ad for an assistant at a place called Lockwood & Co. It felt as though fate is helping her out. She pulls out her map to try to figure out how to find the address. 

——

To her surprise, 35 Portland Row is a residential house and not an agency building. It does not stop her from knocking on the door. The door opens with a breeze and behind it is just about the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. Although, he is the only boy she has ever seen in real life. He stands taller than her and his beautiful cheeky smirk could not hide the tiredness in his eyes that is amplified by his eye bag. It doesn’t deter her from thinking he is handsome. His hair is perfectly gelled and he is wearing a suit that is just shy of being the right size with beat-up trainers. “Can I help you?” his melodic voice snaps her out of her observations. She has never talked to anyone her age before and she feels a little shy, “Umm, hi. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’d… uh… like to apply for the assistant position.” She decides to use her father’s last name just to be safe. “Ahh, brilliant. Well, I’m Lockwood and I’ll be your interviewer,” the handsome boy leaves the doorway, leading her toward the front room. 

He motions her towards the couch, sitting in the armchair across from it. “So do you have any experience as an assistant to an agency?” he questions. 

“Uh, no. But I am very organized and have good time-management skills. I’m also very good at doing research so I can help with that too.”

“Okay, that’s good. It’s not a requirement, but do you have a talent.”

“No, I don’t.” 

“And since you haven’t handed me a resume, I’m going to assume you don’t have any.”

“I do not. But I promise that if you hire me, I will be the best assistant you have ever had. I will work my hardest to satisfy you.” 

“Okay, I believe you. You’re hired.”

Honestly, Y/N is shocked. She knew the job interview was a long shot without any experience or resume, but that went faster than she thought it would. Lockwood isn’t entirely sure he should be hiring this beautiful girl, who came in out of nowhere without any of the formal work documents. But when has he ever done anything conventionally? Plus, he recognizes the look of need in her eyes. It reminds him of someone else he once let in even though she didn’t really have her level four certificate. Lockwood stands up from his chair and motions for her to follow, “Come on. Let’s go meet the others.” 

Y/N follows him into a cozy kitchen with a short-haired girl drawing on the inked-filled tablecloth and a curly hair boy reading a newspaper. “Y/N, this is our resident listener, Lucy Carlyle and our resident researcher, George Karim. You guys, meet our newest member, Y/N Y/L/N,” Lockwood introduces. Y/N gives a shy smile and waves to the others. Before this morning, she had never been in the same room as another teen and now she is in one with three. George looks up at her in disinterest, “You can only take one biscuit at a time and you have to wait your turn to get your biscuit.” Y/N nods her head at the random rule thrust upon her but understands the logic behind it. “Wouldn’t it just be easy to count the cookies and then divide that amongst you guys?” she poses. 

“No… Okay, maybe. But we didn’t think about that. So that’s our rule.”  

The group awkwardly stares at each other. Y/N doesn’t really know how to continue a conversation when it isn’t about her academics, martial arts, or arguing with her mother. Lucy can sense the uncomfortableness Y/N is drowning in, so she decides to rescue her. Just like Lockwood, Lucy can sense the need Y/N has to find a home and decides to take her under her wing, “How about I take you on a tour?” Y/N nods and goes after Lucy, who is starting her tour. 

——

Lucy shows her all around the house, including a very cool training system, which Y/N will probably be found at late at night. The final stop of the tour is Lucy’s attic room. The room is decorated in polaroids and peppered with cassettes. It feels like a home. “And this is going to be our room,” Lucy announces, turning around towards the shocked girl. 

“How did you know?” 

“I can recognize a fellow runaway. It’s okay, we won’t pry into your past. But we can share this room. You can borrow any of my clothes and we’ll get you your own bed this weekend. Is that okay?” 

“It is more than okay. Thank you so much!”

Y/N wraps Lucy in a big hug as thanks. She can’t explain it, but she feels safe with this small trio of friends she just met. This day has gone by so fast and she just hopes she got away with her great escape. 

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

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[the-kiss-museum-news]

"throwing up blood seemed to incite fundamentalist christians. they actually believed i was a devil worshipper, or perhaps even the devil. the combination of the makeup, and the blood meant something to them. i always found it curious when they said, "you look just like the devil." when was the last time they saw the devil? how do they know what he looks like?" gene simmons KISS & makeup/crown publishing 2001 photo and more Info: the kiss museum news-

hotter than hell tour 🔥 long beach arena, california 01-17-75 📸 richard creamer studio - headlining act: wishbone ash ~ opening acts: KISS & camel / attendance: 9,500 (sold-out) KISS facts: local radio station KNAC aired a live preview of the concert.

the editors desk: edward przydzial

[lies]

“Ripples” rehearsal, Genesis, 2007

Trick of the Tail occupies a special place in my memory. I heard “Dance on a Volcano” on KNAC when it was the coolest radio station in the world, and then I got the album and listened to it over and over. As I learned more about the history of the band it meant even more to me.