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undergroundrockpress · 2 years ago
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Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham at Steiner Ranch 9/5/76.
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stevienicksrarities · 1 year ago
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Stevie and Bob Mayo (Peter Frampton's band) backstage at Day on the Green in 1976 ~
I just adore her whole ensemble!
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joanne-woodwards · 1 year ago
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Stevie Nicks backstage with Waddy Watchel, Benmont Tench, and the rest of her band during the first stop of the Bella Donna Tour in Houston, 1981
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tma-thoughts · 2 months ago
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Currently watching the nightman cometh and ive always had beef with musical/play plotlines because as a theater technician.... where r the techies!!!! Who's moving the sets? Who's on the light and sound board? Who's the spotlight operator? WHO'S DOING THE RIGGING?? Do you people even have a stage manager???
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thewildbelladonna · 2 years ago
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Stevie getting touched-up backstage during the “Sometimes It’s a Bitch” music video shoot.
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pepperbag76 · 2 years ago
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“ Stevie Nicks backstage during the ‘Rumours Tour’ in 1977 “
Source: @crockpics
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asofttouchbymaria · 4 months ago
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celestialprincesse · 9 months ago
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🎤♡
Luck Be a Lady closes out the night for you with cheers and claps and whistles from patrons who think that your performance is something special, uniquely for them, like it's not something you do every night (except Tuesdays) without fail. Same songs, same accompaniments, just different faces in the crowd. All but one. Although, technically John isn't in the crowd amongst his skeezy patrons, he's holed away up in a VIP booth which no one can access apart from him, listening to you sing over a bourbon from a bottle that probably cost more than your rent.
Tonight has been a more tiring one. You can already feel your throat getting tickly and sinuses getting blocked, no doubt a nasty cold coming in. The constantly changing sleep schedule and cold winter banished to he outside of the oddly cosy casino probably don't help matters, either. Upon slipping backstage, you can't help but yearn for a hoodie and some sweats, maybe some fuzzy bedsocks and a pint of ice cream to top it all off, but no luck when the stage manager gives you a quiet "Boss wants to see you."
"John." You acknowledge upon walking into his lavish office, all dark stained wood and buttery leather, plopping yourself down on the chair opposite his own - and regretting it instantly at the way it only increases your desperation to curl up and sleep somewhere warm tenfold. "Bird." Your boss coos back, already taking the initiative to flick on the kettle for you, make you something comforting. "Chamomile or green?" "Chamomile, please." You hum in response, letting your chin rest in the crook of your palm as you weakly attempt to stifle a yawn.
You nurse the sturdy mug between your palms when it's handed to you, revelling in the peace and quiet of Johns office, far from prying eyes and too loud noise, all whilst he pours himself another bourbon and settles in his own high backed office chair.
"You sang beautifully tonight." Johns voice is a low rumble that settles in your bones and warms you from the inside out. "You sing beautifully every night, but tonight you sounded especially lovely."
"Thank you, sir." The mug of tea is warm in your hands as you curl a little further in on yourself, letting your lashes flutter shut against your cheeks for just a blissful moment. "John." He corrects with an almost encouraging sternness which has a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, John."
"You mentioned changing the setlist last week." The nonchalant observation of your boss has your eyes opening, meeting his eyes so blue that you'd happily drown in them. "Don't look so nervous, Bird. You're the singer, I trust your judgement. Tell me more."
"I just think that - we tend to get repeat customers, right? The regulars who come most nights." John gives an encouraging nod, inviting you to continue as he takes a sip of the golden liquor swirling in his crystal glass. "We do the same setlist almost every night, and I just thought that maybe it'd be a good idea to switch it up from time to time - keep things fresh, keep the customers coming in."
"I'm listening."
"Obviously we keep in some of the classics - the signatures; Luck Be a Lady, Art Deco, Summertime. But maybe we could also do some other stuff too?"
"Like?"
At that you give a little noncommittal shrug, taking a sip of your own drink, inhaling the deliciously fragrant steam. It only lulls you deeper into your tiredness, your longing for a hot bath and the comfort of your bed.
"Fleetwood Mac, Nina Simone, Duran Duran. Stuff that people are familiar with, y'know?" "You've spoken with the band about this?" "Mhm." "Write me up a setlist and I'll sort it."
John gives you an affectionate smile as he withdraws a cigar from the leather case on his desk, a lighter appearing between his fingers not a second later.
"You mind, Bird?" "S' no bother." "You take the underground home, that right?" "Yes, Sir." "John, Bird."
You huff out a quiet little laugh at his insistence, but give him a slow, understanding nod as you sip away at your tea, letting it soothe the irritation in your throat and warm your bones.
"I'll have a car take you home." "Sorry?"
Your obvious confusion has a smirk pulling at the corners of Johns mouth, the sides of his eyes crinkling at the sides. His hand finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, affectionate.
"You're cold and it's snowing out. I won't have my Songbird getting sick. What kind of a man would that make me, hm?" "I have a coat - I can always take a cab." "Or you could just let me look after you."
After a few minutes of contemplation, weighing up the thought of walking the half hour to the tube station in shoes very much not made for this weather, or giving in and letting your very attractive employer get you home safe, you give a little nod, a tired, grateful smile angled his way. Wordlessly, John leans back in his imposing chair, legs opening slightly, one hand keeping his cigar between his teeth whilst the other pats the top of his thigh in a silent invitation. It's a tactical choice on his part, a gesture which you can easily ignore, or take him up on.
The sound of your shoes tapping across the floor hits you before your actions do, and yet you can't help but sag into the warmth of his lap, curl into the hand he places so carefully on your cheekbone like a contented cat. John replaces his cigar on the pretty glass ashtray in order to pick up his bourbon, raising it to your parted lips, tipping it gently back, letting the honey coloured alcohol warm your tongue.
"My grandma used to say that Whiskey cured colds." He hums, running his fingers through your hair with gentle reverence, happy to see you relax into the comfort he's wanted to provide you with for so long.
"People also used to say that lead made for good foundation." You quip back affectionately, yawning as you lean back into his touch, letting your head rest on his suited shoulder.
"Very funny, Bird."
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goldduststevie · 25 days ago
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Fleetwood Mac backstage at the Day on The Green festival in Oakland, CA, with concert promoter Bill Graham - April 25, 1976.
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dailyashleighraichu · 2 months ago
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Out of curiosity: If you were to evolve Coro and Taima, what would you call their new species' name?
They were an Oshachu, then now they're Dewchu. The best Samurott/Raichu combination I can think of would be Samuraichu (with "rai" in raichu conveniently completing the word "samurai" lol). 🙃
Also, I imagine Coro wanting to become part Kantonian Raichu part Hisuian Samurott (higher Attack) and Taima, part Alolan Raichu part Unovan Samurott (higher Special Attack).
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IT'S SO FUNNY THAT YOU SAY THAT ALL SPECIFICALLY
BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT
MY STUPID RAMBLINGS DOWN BELOW, READ IF YOU WANT
So the ORIGINAL plan for Coro and Taima was for them not to evolve. This was mostly because me and Sharkie (@occasional-wott-bros) looked at Samurott's helmet and went "Mmm... no thanks, actually." We did do up a couple of concepts for these evolutions though, and it was more of a "We're not actually doing this, so take these" kind of thing.
Then uh.... Then some backstage planning was happening between me and another friend, @ask-neontiger/Jordy.
This happened a couple of years ago, especially when I was heavily clingy to Future!AU, and I ended up making a design for Evolved Taima that I really loved! Coro was a real pain in my side though, so I put him on a shelf to deal with later.
Hisuian Samurott was revealed and I knew that was gonna be a part of Coro's evo, but I just couldn't for the fucking life of me get a design that I was happy with and it was pissing me off. Another friend of mine, @flaaffodills helped me out and gave me the perfect idea for Evolved Coro as well, and here they both are now!
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I'm INCREDIBLY happy with how both of them came out, and I will always give my thanks to Mac/Flaaffodills for helping me pull together a design for Coro that I was finally okay with.
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englishotomegames · 1 year ago
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The Phantom of the Black Rose Revue
Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Linux) English (Act 1): September 29th, 2023
"1974. Hyogo Prefecture, Japan.
The Black Rose Revue, an all-female musical theater troupe steeped in tradition and high esteem, has a new star on the rise. Twenty-two year old Chihiro Sato has quickly become the newest sensation for fans of the Revue. Sweet yet determined, Chihiro is ready to chase her dream: become the most famous musumeyaku in Japan. 
But the theater, a sanctuary of glamour and brilliance, cradles shadows within its embrace.  The corridors buzz with whispers of ghostly apparitions and ominous shadows, intensifying backstage tensions. As Chihiro steps deeper into the limelight, mysterious, increasingly obsessive letters begin to adorn her vanity,  which grow steadily more obsessive with every message sent. 
Will you sculpt a destiny steeped in unparalleled fame? Embark on a romance that will be sung through the ages? Or unearth secrets draped in shadows, whispering of forbidden truths? The threads of fate are in your hands, waiting to be woven into the tapestry of the unknown…
'The Phantom of the Black Rose Revue: Act 1' includes 19 animated CGs, 13 original music tracks, and an introduction to the world, mysteries, and love interests of the Revue!"
This is the first act of a visual novel created for Spooktober 2023. It is a free yuri visual novel based on 1970's style shoujo manga, particularly that of Riyoko Ikeda. You can download it from itch.io here!
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stevienicksrarities · 2 years ago
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Revisiting some backstage gems at JFK Stadium on July 30, 1978 in Philadelphia
📷: Bob West
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randomarttalent · 7 months ago
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Apple family redesigns + Family tree
Original posts, info and links down below Keep reading
Apple "Jacqueline" Jack + Rainbow Dash
Apple "Jacqueline" Jack I've added some extra colors to her mane, as I think the design could be pushed further without making her unrecognizable. The extra features I have added are also to make her design more interesting, as well as a call back to her work at the farm. 
I wanted her design to look feminine but also masculine, as that is something I feel fits her character. 
Rainbow Dash Dash's whole color pallet has turned more dark and grey, as this is just a personal taste of mine. Her body features have turned sharp, as a way to show her speed and as a pegasus body type.
She still works for the Wonderbolts as a captain, her badge shows this. Dash is still very adventurous and bold, pushing herself further than she probably should.
Big McIntosh + Sugar "Cube" Bell
Big McIntosh I've darkened his whole pallet, as I wanted him to contras his siblings. I personally also like the fan canon that he's either trans/a drag queen, which he is here in All Love No War AU. So once all the work is done, Big Mac can let his more feminine colors out, which his wife very much supports. She gets to make him pretty and make him feel like his true self.
Sugar "Cube" Bell I've greyed her whole pallet and made her figure more long, as that's the way I draw unicorns. I've shortened her hair and let it loose, as I think it would change with time and all the kids she's had. Plus her working now at the farm and long hair would get stuck on a lot of things. Both are happily married and have been for years now. They have learned to work around their faults and love each other deeply and never would pick another.
Tender Taps + Apple Bloom
Tender Taps Taps is still a dancer but he's now become a backstage dancer. Working with ponies such as Sweetie Bellè, Coloratura "Colorful" and even Songbird Serenade. After passing his exam he was recruited by Sapphire Shores personally and has worked under her ever since.
His whole pallet has been darkened and his markings are very sharp and frame his face. His mane is pretty much the same, it's just become darker and an extra line has been added. For his cutie mark, I've added a bowtie and some sparking but I didn't add much, as I felt it already fit him. The outfit he has on is for the next show, where the theme is more rock.
Apple Bloom Bloom has grown much in height, towering over everyone except her big brother Mac. She still works at the School of Friendship, teaching biology and about cutie marks with (Scootaloo) Speedy Scoot-"aloo".
I made her whole pallet warmer and all of her accessories soft in color. So even though she is extremely tall, she still feels welcoming and like a friend. I've added more color to her mane, making a gradient from a darker red to a pinkish one. Her cutie maker is now more about her talent than just the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the heart in the middle is what ties them together. After Goldie Delicious's passing, she decided to wear her shawl, in memory of her.
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hyperfix-wip · 3 months ago
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Webbed Together
Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Author's Note: Credit goes to @the-kr8tor for their original characters Ramona and Billie as well as their recurring character Ned. I'd also like to credit ❄️ anon from @the-kr8tor 's blog for their idea of Pom-Pom the rabbit!
Tags: Parent Trap!AU, Dad!Hobie AU, Twin!AU, Billie and Ramona!AU, Older!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Older!Reader
Chapter 2: Billie
The moment Billie steps foot into the bustling Camp Feast in her father’s lucky red vest, she knows she’s right at home.
Dark eager eyes roam around the campgrounds, lighting up at the sight of kids around her age running around with their own luggage and instruments. The clashing of different sounds send shivers down her spine while her lips curl up into a cat-like grin. With her fingers fidgeting with the Union Jack patch on the vest, itching to take out and play her violin, Billie sets her small leather case down on the hood of the car, the metal edges of the case clanking against the metal, before her thumbs unlatch the bronze hinges on the sides.
“Oi, Billie!”
A deep British timbre of a voice breaks Billie out of her reverie as her uncle Ned pops his head out from the side of the open trunk, his pierced eyebrow raised in feigned annoyance while he lugs out a large suitcase. “Be careful, yeah? This car’s a rental, damn it.”
Billie rolls her eyes in amusement as she innocently grins back at him. “Oh c’mon, Uncle Ned,” she chirps with her own British accent breaking through the background noise as she pulls her violin out of the case, “you’re not the one paying for it. Dad said to relax and let him take care of–”
“Silly Billie, I love you, but I refuse to take what your dad says at face value,” Ned snorts while he sets Billie’s suitcase down on the ground before slamming the trunk shut. “Besides I’m the one who handles the expenses for the band, not your dad, so I do haveto worry.”
Billie’s bottom lip juts out into a small pout, making Ned snort before walking over to her and ruffling her hair. “Oh c’mon, put that away. You’re a big girl now, yeah? You’re already ten—“
“Eleven!” Billie huffs out with an annoyed glare, “I just turned eleven, Uncle Ned—“
“Yes, yes, you’re eleven,” Ned snickers again with a teasing glint in his eye, ruffling her wild curls some more. “You’re already growing up so fast, you little beanstalk.”
Billie huffs out again as she swats Ned’s hand away, but he only laughs it off before pulling her into a hug.
“You really are growing up so fast, mac…”
Billie’s face drops as Ned’s voice trails off into a sentimental hush before she wraps her arms around his waist with a soft sniffle.
“…I’ll make sure to write,” Billie mumbles into Ned’s shirt, earning another quiet snort from Ned.
“Hm, that’d be nice,” he replies with a teasing huff. “You already have the address for the airbnb?”
“Yeah.”
“And your stamps?”
“Yeah.”
“And your notebook and envelopes?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“And your pencils and rubbers—“
“Uncle Ned.”
Ned chuckles again as Billie looks up at him with a deadpan before rocking her back and forth in his arms. “Alright, alright. When your camp thing is over, either your Aunt Yuri or Uncle James’ll pick you up, okay? Your dad and I’ll hafta deal with the venue before our concert in New York at the end of the summer.”
Billie nods along as she looks up at Ned with a broad smile. “And I’ll be backstage this time, right?”
“Of course, little beanstalk,” Ned ruffles her hair one more time before gently pulling away. “Now go on, get your stuff put away before I change my mind and drag you back into the car.”
Billie’s eyes widen at his faux-threat before quickly grabbing her open violin case, eliciting a squawk from Ned as the metal edges nearly scratch the rental car, and her suitcase before she runs off towards the crowd of kids and counselors. “Bye, Uncle Ned!”
“You damn brat!” Ned huffs out while he watches Billie stumble and waddle away with her luggage.  Despite the annoyed rumble in his voice and the narrowing of his eyes, a tender smile curls up on his lips as she slowly disappears into the crowd before he reluctantly walks around and heads back into the car.
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A loud grunt forces its way out of Billie’s mouth as she tosses her suitcase on top of her assigned bunk, her violin on top of her pillow. She puffs a breath to blow a loose curl out of her face before it flutters back down, resulting in her face scrunching up and her pushing her curls away with an annoyed pout. Her eyes warily glance down at her suitcase, with its latches barely clutching each other and holding in the contents bulging within. With her head turned away and with only one eye cracked open, her thumbs inch closer to the bottoms of the silver clasps in slight apprehension. As soon as her thumbs gently push the latches up, her suitcase instantly erupts into an explosion of clothes and trinkets flying around her.
“Oh bloody hell!”
Billie groans at the mess before she kneels down to grab her things, oblivious to the sound of door hinges squeaking behind her as she tosses her belongings on her bunk. Crawling on the hardwood floor with her hair fluttering down over her scrunched up face, she continues to mutter more expletives under her breath before a pair of off-white sneakers peek through her curtain of curls and enter her line of vision. Her head snaps up as she pushes her hair out of her face again, revealing a bespectacled girl with confused amusement behind her thick frames.
“Uh…is this yours?”
The girl holds out an old stuffed white rabbit to Billie. The plush animal has a pink stitched nose on its protruding muzzle, as well as a missing button eye and mismatched patches scattered across its body. Billie’s eyes light up before she grabs the toy from the girl.
“Pom-Pom!”
Billie hugs the stuffed bunny against her chest before she looks up at her newly-decided friend. “Thanks by the way,” she laughs before pushing herself up from the floor, her height almost towering over the short girl by a few inches as she holds her hand out with a cat-like grin. “Billie Jean Brown, nice ta meetcha. But you can call me Billie.”
The girl lets out a small laugh of her own as she pushes her glasses up before grabbing Billie’s hand with a shake. “I’m Annie.”
Billie’s smile grows even more as Annie puts her duffle bag and a small skinny case down on the bed next to Billie’s bunk. Annie then flops down onto the mattress with an ‘oof’ before she unzips her duffle bag.
“So you’re, like, from England, right?” Annie casually asks while carefully pulling out some pictures and other trinkets. “Do you live next to the Royal Family or have you seen them? Do you guys really drink a lot of tea and have those fancy tea parties over there?”
A snort slips through Billie’s nostrils before she barks out a hearty laugh, flopping down on her own bedding as she hugs Pom-Pom against her chest. She pushes her curls out of her face again, revealing small glints of silver lining along her ears.“I mean, yeah, I live in London, but not near Buckingham Palace. More up north if anything, further into Camden.”
Billie then leans back and gestures to her outfit with a flick of her wrists- her dad’s red leather vest, lined with silver studs and countless colorful pins, over an old punk band shirt tailored to her size, denim jeans with handmade patches over her knees, and scuffed converses. “And do I really look like I go to fancy tea times?”
Annie rolls her eyes with a cheeky smile before she props her hands behind her, the metal springs in her bed quietly groaning under the weight. “But you do drinktea?”
“...yeah.”
A snicker slips through Annie’s lips before she pushes herself off her bed and holds her hand out to Billie. “Well either way, you’re definitely not in London anymore, but I’m pretty sure you’ll like it here.”
A mischievous smirk curls up on Billie’s lips before she grabs Annie’s hand, setting her Pom-Pom down on her bed before following Annie out of the cabin.
“By the way, Annie, you know how to play poker?”
Annie laughs a little more as she shakes her head, and Billie lets out a feigned disappointed sigh.
“What a shame,” Billie shrugs before her smirk curls up more. “Off topic, but how much money did you bring for this trip?”
The cabin door then slams shut while Billie continues to lure her new friend-turned- potential victim into a sense of security.
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thewildbelladonna · 2 years ago
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Stevie and John backstage at the MECCA Arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, June 24th, 1976.
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funnier-when-objectum · 1 month ago
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i’m not really sure if i would consider myself objectum. however. computers……….. <3 old tech ..<3 ipods……<3….. apple products when they made them cool…. <3 interesting tablet pcs and pdas……<3 the server racks backstage of the theater i do tech at…… <3……. mac os 10…… <3 windows vista….<3 (i dont CARE if you dont like vista. it’s not his fault he wasn’t optimized for the hardware he was supposed to run on) linux mint…..<3 headphones…..<3 augh…… so many Things
i love tech <3
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