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ssweetleaf · 1 year

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just like heaven.

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pairing— best friend’s brother!steve harrington x fem!reader

♡ summary— steve overhears about your disappointing sex life, but soon starts to imagine how good he could make you feel if only you were with him. (based off this ask)

♡ includes— SMUT 18+, male masturbation, kind of perv!steve, praise, breeding kink, basically stevie fucks his fist thinking about you and gets caught in the act, no specific pronouns used, and no use of y/n, i know some people don’t like that, (i gave steve’s sister a name to make the whole thing a bit easier!)

let me know if you’d like a part two! <3

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Steve was insatiable; hard as a fucking rock ever since he heard you, on your best friend’s bed, fingers flipping through a cosmo mag and smacking on your cherry gum, completely unaware that King Steve himself was eavesdropping on your rather private conversation.

He didn’t mean to listen in, honest, he was just on his way to the bathroom that just so happened to be next to his sister’s room, the door cracked open ever so slightly, just enough so he could see you on your stomach, ankles crossed and swinging behind you.

“It’s just so disappointing, yknow?” You huffed, eyes narrowing when it caught sight of a certain article on page seventeen about spicing things up in the bedroom. “It’s basically non-existent!”

Tiffany sighed, and his brows started to furrow, trying to get a clue on what they were talking about— slowly creeping closer to their door.

“Babe, it can’t be that bad. What happened to that guy that took you out?” She hummed, trying to think of his name, yet seeming to fall short, the boy completely blanked from her mind.

You groaned, pressing your cheek against your folded arms— and if he craned his neck just a little, he’d be able to see the way your puffy folds sucked up the material of your sleep shorts, riding higher and higher up your thighs each time you kicked your legs.

Oh fuck, he was totally perving…

“Don’t even bother— he was so- so-” you grumbled, huffing at the thought of him before finding the right term to describe that son of a bitch. “Self-absorbed.”

Steve arched a brow, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, the sight before him, all cutesy and whiny, it was enough to have his cock rutting up.

“Come on, babe. Spill the beans, I wanna know what happened.”

You sighed, fighting the urge to hide your face in your hands, before flipping the magazine shut.

“He was just selfish, Tiff- he wanted me to do all the work, didn’t even get me ready just kissed me a little.” You scoffed, recounting the memories and his stupid smirk, “and worst of all, he’s a head pusher- way too forceful, shoved it right down my throat without any warning!”

“Oh my god,” Tiff rolled her eyes, nostrils flaring and she didn’t even know the guy. “What a dick!”

“I know,” you spoke, picking at the remnants of your chipped nail polish, “this is why my sex life is so disappointing.”

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Steve gnawed at his cheek, traipsing back into his bedroom and kicking the door shut, not even bothering to use the bathroom after— not that he really needed to anyway…

Laying back on his bed, the cool sheets squished beneath him, he thought about you— your pretty thighs and the way they squeezed together mindlessly, the soft fat of your hips from underneath your shorts and the curve of your tits that begged to pop out from your too-small tank top.

You were a total babe, so fucking pretty, and so sweet too, he couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like you had a sex life that was so boring.

I could change that, he thought, fuck, his cock throbbed at the thought. He could take care of you, make you feel better than any of those losers you had been with, sating you on his big cock until you were all dumb and tuckered out.

The thoughts he had were swirling around his brain in a constant tizzy, so much so, he hadn’t even realised he had slipped a hand under his briefs, only realising once it started to leak in his palm, pre-cum staining the material and sticking to his skin.

You were on his mind, your tits, your ass, your pretty thighs- it had him hard as a rock, starting to buck into his own hand, teeth clutching at his lips to stifle his groans— after all, the walls were thin, and there was only one that separated Steve’s room from his sister’s.

He wanted to tease himself, pretend it was you that was teasing him with your pretty fingers— trailing his fingertips along his shaft, running up along the thick vein underneath it before swiping a thumb over his mushroomed tip, all swollen and sensitive, leaking even more now he had his hands on himself.

He sucked that same thumb into his mouth, the salty tang of his arousal on his tongue and the sudden image of his face between your thighs, licking up at your slick pussy and suckling at your peaked clit had his hips bucking.

“Fuck—” he gasped, breath hitching in his throat, sweat already ebbing at his hairline and beginning to slip, cheeks all rosey and flushed, all from the thought of you, you, you.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, honey-” he was muttering to himself, squeezing his eyes closed and rolling his balls in his palm, playing with him just how he imagined you’d play with them. “wish you were all mine.”

Steve’s fist was tight around his cock, fingers squeezing and pumping it. Up and down, up and down— groaning out into the stuffy air when he thought about your hands stroking at him, fingers barely managing to reach round.

He was leaking, tip bubblegum pink and glistening with pearly beads of pre-cum, dribbling down his shaft and oozing between his fingers, lubing up his cock so nicely— fuck, he thought about your mouth, suckling on him, getting him nice and wet, drooling all over his balls, making a real mess— oh fuckfuckfuck.

“Jus’ wanna fuck you,” he muttered into the air, wishing you could hear him, watch him, “could treat you so well- would spoil you so good.”

He was whining, high and breathy into the stuffy bedroom air, the slick sounds with each jerk were so loud, but he was so pussy-drunk, dumb from the constant swirly thoughts of you, big love hearts pumping in his eyes, he couldn’t find it in him to really care about how loud he was starting to get.

He started to slow down, he had to, already so close to coming, he took his fist away and swirled his fingertips along his cock-head, watching the way his muscles clenched with hooded and hazy eyes.

Steve thought about you on his bed, underneath him, letting him fuck you into the mattress, muttering pretty praises into your sweet skin— licking and sucking at your neck all the while his fat cock punched into your gummy walls and nudged at that special spot so deep inside.

“Bet you’d be such a good girl.” he sighed, starting to stroke himself once again, but much slower than before. “jus’ wanna- fuck— wanna fill you up with my cum, get you all messy and- shit— give you my fuckin’ babies.”

Oh fuck, picturing you all pregnant, tummy all swollen, letting him fuck you from behind while you both lay on your sides, oh god, he was in too deep, but he couldn’t help it. You’d look so fucking pretty all pregnant with his babies— all full of his cum.

His hips stuttered, thighs tensed and his cock twitched, he was so close, so, so close, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, fist squeezing down and shaking from the stimulation.

“G-gonna cum, oh Christ, gonna fucking’ cum!”

He chased his high, jaw slack and mouth agape while long, hot ropes of his sticky cum painted his stomach and thighs, crying out a mixture of your name and a few curses and he swore he hadn’t came as hard before as he did then.

And it all would’ve been fine— he would’ve settled and cleaned up and just went to bed with a little secret in the back of his mind, though the sight of you stood there when his eyes fluttered open— eyes all glassy and lips in a pout, thighs clenching and a cute little wet spot saturating your shorts… oh no.

“I-I can explain!”

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doyourememberrocknrollradio · 3 months

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KISS - God Gave Rock ‘n’ Roll To You II (Official Music Video)

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starry-eyed-never-satisfied · 7 months

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Kiss - God Gave Rock ‘n’ Roll To You II (Official Music Video)

Screaming! Look what’s finally on the KISS youtube channel.

And look at Paul’s pants! They have skulls with his makeup on them!

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Warped | Pt. II

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Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Black!Reader x Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia Summary: You're in the middle of what's possibly a CO2 fueled hallucination, and you're curious to see how long this lasts before you just kick the bucket. Warnings: Language Word Count: 2.4K a/n: My first attempt at a throuple with two different relationship dynamics. Kind of excited to see where this goes.

Part I | Masterlist | ꩜The Warped Mixtape ꩜

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You woke up in the passenger seat of a pickup truck, leaning your heavy head against the cool window. A power ballad you vaguely remember hearing in passing crooned softly through the radio speakers. The driver drummed on the steering wheel and you couldn't help but notice the way he hummed slightly off key.

The downtown storefronts passed by in a slow neon and beige blur, so you shut your eyes to keep yourself from puking.

“Hey! Look who decided to wake up!”

You groaned, taking a deep breath, “Sssshit.”

You sat up in your seat, briefly glancing over to find the blonde man from the hotel regarding you with a raised brow.

“Can’t handle the heat, huh?” He shook his head, “You’re lucky I’ve got these arms of steel and fast reflexes or you would’ve hit the ground like a bag of rocks.”

He took the opportunity to flex his left arm that draped lazily over the steering wheel. It was nice to know the thrumming pang in your head wasn’t from a concussion. You instinctively reached for your phone in your pocket, only to find your car keys.

“Ugh, where’s my phone?” You mumbled, searching your other pocket and coming up short.

You could feel him burning a hole into the side of your face every time he took his eyes off the road to look at you.

“Oh my god, what?”

“You keep babbling about bizarro shit, y’know. And a ‘thank you’ would’ve been kinda nice.” He rolled his eyes and turned the radio up louder, making your head pound even more.

“Thank you,” you said, rubbing your temples, “for making sure I don’t crack my head open on the floor of your hotel. Because we both know you can’t afford the lawsuit.”

He snorted good naturedly, which wasn’t the reaction you expected. But you were just glad he gave you the grace to be a bit of a bitch while you tried to get your wits together.

“Sorry, um…”

“Jake.” He finished for you.

“Sorry, Jake.” You apologized, “I’m just…it’s been a long day. I’m not trying to be a monster.”

“You sure?”

It was your turn to snort. The car’s AC wasn’t super strong, but it did feel significantly cooler than it did in the hotel. You hovered your hand over the fan and goosebumps raised along your forearms.

“Ginny thought it’d be a good idea to take you on a drive in the cool air. AC’s busted in the staff room, so this was the only option. …Why’d you faint, anyway?” He asked. Less out of obvious concern and more out of abrasive curiosity.

You shrugged, but kept your eyes trained on the road. “Too much to drink last night, I guess. I’m probably just dehydrated and hungover, or something.”

He drummed his fingers on the wheel and tsked, “You girls never know how to handle your alcohol. You’ll go into another town for vacation, split a bottle of Johnny Walker. Next thing you know you’re practicing your mechanical bull techniques on the bartender-slash-front desk guy.”

There was silence between you, save Steven Tyler’s soaring falsetto crackling through the speakers.

“So you fuck the hotel guests.”

“Not all the guests,” he glanced at you and tried to hide his growing smirk, “just the hot ones.”

If vapes existed, you're sure he would've taken a hit of it now for emphasis. In lieu of a response, you watched the passing town outside of your window.

What was the last thing you remembered before blacking out?

It’s 1989.

It couldn’t have been. Yeah, there were a bunch of old cars around. And people were speaking differently. And you can’t find your cell phone anywhere, and this town seems to pray at the altar of Ronald Reagan. Maybe you’re being kidnapped and brainwashed. Maybe you’re suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning and this is your vivid dream as death approaches.

That’s it. You were dreaming. Who cares if the sun beating down on you through the window felt all too real, and you could feel the vibrations of the radio through your skin? It was all fake. A complex hallucination.

“Alright. C’mon, Olive Oyl.” The engine cut and you realized you’d pulled to a stop in front of a small pharmacy.

“Olive Oil?”

“Always fainting? Needs a big, strong man to help her. Olive Oyl! You know.” He climbed out of his car before you had time to tell him his nickname sucked, and he needed to workshop a new one. You watched him round the front of the car and bang on the hood with his knuckle, “Chop, chop! Let’s fuckin’ go, Princess. Hurry up.”

You felt your eye twitch. But you reluctantly complied, pushing the door open to climb out of the truck. He didn’t even wait for you to fully exit the car before he strode into the store and shut the door behind him.

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The inside was freakishly clean and bright white. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a weird glow over everything in the store. If they were trying to mirror the unnerving feeling of walking into a doctor’s office, they nailed it. Or your dreams were very good at hyperrealism. If you were still buying that delusion, anyway. Your eyes scanned the shelves and you were faced with some products you’d never be able to pronounce. You wondered why you were even here to begin with. You probably should’ve asked before you got out of the car.

“I don’t have time for this shit, Mick.” You heard Jake groan at the other end of the store.

You heard laughter and someone drumming on a countertop, “C’mon, bro. Loosen the stick up your ass sometime.”

In the brief time that you’d known Jake, you’d hardly classify him as the anal retentive type. Then again, he could've easily been putting up a front.

“I’m just here for the prescriptions. That’s it.”

"Don't tell me you're still upset about that girl--"

"AH AH!" Jake clapped, cutting the other guy off, "Prescriptions. Ixnay on the girl...thing."

There was a brief pause in the conversation as his friend opened some drawers and shuffled some objects around out of view. You peeked from behind a shelf to see Jake shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Admittedly, it tickled you to see someone manage to break down his bravado. And with such little effort. As if sensing your questioning stare, he stopped shifting and turned to wink at you.

"Liking the view?"

"There's not much of a view to look at." You strolled to meet him at the counter.

"It's fine," he shrugged, leaning over with his elbows resting on the spotless linoleum countertop, "I'll be here when you stop living in denial."

Hearing you approach, Jake's friend popped up from behind a shelf and shot you a wide smile.

"Well that's a new face. What's up?" He tossed a white paper bag of pill bottles at Jake and extended a hand to you, "I'm Mickey."

You introduced yourself and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you. I like your shirt." You nodded at the intricately designed band tee peeking out from behind his lab coat and his eyes lit up.

"You like Mötley Crüe?"

"Aaand now we're leaving." Jake said grabbing you by the shoulders and guiding you away from the counter.

But Mickey hopped over the counter and fell into step beside you. "No offense, but you don't really look like the type."

"I don't like them. I do take offense. And you don't look like the type, either."

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. Because of course he did. Now you understood how Mickey and Jake were friends.

"Touche."

Jake pretended to gag behind you, and released your shoulders to push the front door open. You were immediately smacked in the face with the desert heat. And when you swayed on your feet, you immediately reached out to grab someone's arm.

"Whoa, whoa, hey." Jake wrapped a strong arm around your waist and Mickey held onto your hand as the world seemed to spin around you.

You heard the echos of Justin Timberlake's SexyBack in the distance, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"What the hell?" You slurred.

"What?" "We didn't say anything." The boys said. You didn't even notice them carrying you back into the pharmacy until you were seated on a plush chair behind the counter.

You took slow breaths, resting your elbows on your knees as the music seemed to fade out of your consciousness.

"You guys don't hear that?"

They said nothing, but you strained to hear the last of the bass as it seemed to disappear entirely. You were thoroughly confused, you felt drunk, and you wanted to lie down. You were sure you looked insane to them. Mickey passed you a tiny dixie cup of water and you gave him a small smile in thanks.

"So..." Jake knocked on the counter and leaned on it in front of you, "What were you saying you heard?"

A deep sigh rushed out of you, "You're just gonna laugh at me."

Mickey snorted, "Maybe."

"I might. No promises."

"Then why the fuck would I tell you?" You whined, frustrated with the circumstances over the last 24 hours. You just wanted to go home. Fuck the desert.

They exchanged glances with one another and Jake nodded.

"Go ahead, crazy girl."

Mickey punched him, "Stop before she stabs you."

"I'm not going to stab anyone, and I'm not crazy...I don't think."

"You sound crazy to me." Jake grumbled.

You ignored their antics and weighed the options before sighing again.

"I'm from 2022. Well...technically 2023. I don't know anymore. One of them. It's supposed to be 2023 now. I drove here from another town trying to meet my friends. I stopped just to sleep, I woke up, and everyone's saying it's 1989. I'm--hallucinating. Clearly. Because I called my mom at the hotel, and my grandmother answered. But that's impossible, because my grandma died when I was a kid. And I know it was her, because she called my mom by her first name. But my mom was a teenager. And I can't find my fucking cell phone and my car isn't my car. All I have is this goddamn pager I don't even know how to use." You pulled it out of your pocket and flung it across the counter.

"I don't even understand what the hell is going on. And it's hot. And I'm tired. And I'm hearing Justin Timberlake in the middle of the desert. And I'm not even going to explain who that is, because I know you people won't know who he is for another 10 years. Or at least you'll pretend you don't know. Because apparently everyone here is in a goddamn cult, and I'm your latest victim. And at this point it's only been less than 24 hours but if this is your method of psychological torture, I'd rather you just take me out into the middle of nowhere and shoot me."

After you finally finished, the only other sound filling the silence was the 50's pop standard wafting through the speakers of the shop.

Jake semi-gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. His grip was stronger than you were used to, and you were not accustomed to random men touching your face. He raised his brows at you like someone talking to a child.

"Are you done now?"

You raised your brow at him and the way he seemed to try and condescend to you. The way he gripped your cheeks in his one hand was overly familiar, considering you only knew him for one day. You had mixed feelings about it. You pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch my face, I don't know where your nasty hands have been."

"You're hysterical," he said, holding back a smug grin, "Just a little desert mania, that's all."

You thought of arguing, but you knew it wasn't going to prove anything. Talking to him was useless. But you could see Mickey peering at you curiously out of the corner of your eye, so you directed your attention to him.

"Go ahead, ask me anything. You look like you might believe me."

Jake tossed his hands in the air and turned his back to the both of you, "I can't fucking believe this."

"Well, I mean..." Mickey's eyes shifted between the two of you. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and leaned back against the counter, "If you're from the future--which would be fucking crazy--who's going to be our next president?"

You thought about it for a second. "It's Reagan now? George H.W. Bush is about to get sworn in right? And then after that, Bill Clinton, because George H.W. Bush is only getting one term. And then Bill will get two. Then George's son George W. Bush will get two terms--"

"She could just be making this up." Jake mumbled into his hand.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, crossing your arms. "Fine, ask me about something that'll happen later this year, if you think I'm lying."

He thought about it a little harder, but then Jake swiveled around and perked up.

"Who's gonna win the Super Bowl?"

You shuffled through your internal rolodex of meaningless sports shit your parents instilled in you. Any other time you wouldn't remember jack shit, but there was something specific about '89 that your dad was always raving about.

"Who's playing?" You asked, rolling the answer around in your head.

He laughed, "You don't know?"

"Just answer the question." You responded, cutting your eyes at him.

"The Bengals and the 49ers."

Oh!

"The 49ers are going to win," you said, tiredly, "Um...I know there will be a tie at half-time. And the score will be like, I don't know, 15-20 or 16-20. Or something."

Mickey raised his brows at you and then looked over at his friend, "Are you going to bet on this?"

Jake looked you over and worked his jaw in deep contemplation, "I'll bite, Crazy Girl. If you're right, I'll believe you. If you're wrong, I'm getting my money back from you and tossing you into the outskirts."

Oh wow, because that was the thing you cared most about. You slumped back in the chair, completely over being interrogated. Mickey sat on the arm beside you, gently nudging you with his elbow.

"If you're really from the future...do we have flying cars in 2023?"

"No."

He frowned, and you immediately wanted to fix it. It didn't look right on him. You nudged him back.

"But you can carry a whole library of music in your pocket on a portable device. And it's touchscreen."

He grinned at you and you felt your cheeks warm up, despite everything. At least someone was being nice to you.

"Sweet!" He said.

"Alright," Jake clapped once and pushed himself off the counter, "enough with the bullshit. I came for the drugs, now I gotta head back." He looked down at you and pursed his lips, "Can you walk, or do I gotta carry you?"

The thought of his hands on you made your eye twitch, so you pushed yourself up and spun around to show that you were alright.

"Great, get your ass moving," he said, pushing the counter door open so you could pass, "Because I wasn't gonna carry you."

"I wasn't gonna carry you." You mocked in a low voice with a slight southern twang as you passed him.

"Real mature."

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KISS 40 Years: Decades of Decibels 2014 Mercury ————————————————— Tracks CD One: 01. Nothin’ to Lose 02. Let Me Go, Rock ‘n’ Roll 03. C’mon and Love Me 04. Rock and Roll All Nite 05. God of Thunder 06. Beth 07. Hard Luck Woman 08. Reputation 09. Christine Sixteen 10. Shout It out Loud 11. Strutter ′78 12. You Matter to Me - Peter Criss 13. Radioactive - Gene Simmons 14. New York Groove - Ace Frehley 15. Hold Me, Touch Me - Paul Stanley 16. I Was Made for Lovin’ You 17. Shandi 18. A World without Heroes 19. I Love It Loud 20. Down on Your Knees

Tracks CD Two: 01. Tears Are Falling 02. Reason to Live 03. Let’s Put the X in Sex 04. Forever 05. God Gave Rock ‘n’ Roll to You II 06. Unholy 07. Do You Love Me? 08. Room Service 09. Jungle 10. Psycho Circus 11. Nothing Can Keep Me from You 12. Detroit Rock City 13. Deuce 14. Firehouse 15. Modern Day Delilah 16. Cold Gin 17. Crazy Crazy Nights 18. Hell or Hallelujah —————————————————

* Long Live Rock Archive

#Kiss #KISS Band #Peter Criss #Ace Frehley #Gene Simmons #Paul Stanley #40 Years #Decades of Decibels #Compilation #40th Anniversary #Hard #2014

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July 27, 1991

On this day thirty two years ago KISS begin filming their video for “God Gave Rock n Roll To You II”. This would be the last KISS appearance for the late Eric Carr, and to me he sadly looks sick in the pictures. But, he stayed for the entire filming. I will forever love this video, even if I watch it with sadness.

#eric carr #kiss band

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unknownchaos · 7 months

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[looks at mirror] Music, music... Music! [angelic choir starts playing]

And thus, I am summoned like Betelgeuse with my scroll of music recs. Are you ready for Dad Rock? Are you ready for Metal? Are you ready for my entire 500 song playlist of music? You are now :)

(This post is long. Like, really long. And I don't even have all 500 songs in here. My recommendations from my playlist are below the cut. If you'd rather just see all the songs in my playlist, you can find them here. I'll see you on the other side, soldier o7)

These are some songs that I listen to whenever I work out/go to the gym. Nothing like a bit of rage to get you through those reps:

Reapers - Muse The Handler - Muse Psycho - Muse Winter Rain - Sick Century Welcome To the Family - Avenge Sevenfold Enter Sandman - Metallica As Above So Below - Beyond the Breach In The End - Black Veil Brides Almost Easy - Avenged Sevenfold [Obligatory Slipknot and System of a Down mention here] Sun Killer - Spirit Box Rules of Nines - Spirit Box Blessed Be - Spirit Box Twilight Of The Thunder God - Amon Amarth Dethrone - Bad Omens Inspire the Liars - Dance Gavin Dance

If you like metal bands with female lead singers, I highly recommend Spirit Box. The lead has an absolutely angelic voice and the band itself is incredible.

If you like amazing electric guitar solos/sections then Muse (Specifically their songs Psycho and Reapers) is the band for you

For drums, Welcome To The Family has a sick drum solo at the beginning of the song. It's insane

Here's some songs with gorgeous Vocals/Instrumentals that blew my mind when I first heard them (and continue to blow my mind whenever I listen to them again):

The Parting Glass - The Choral Scholars Of University College Dublin This Is How It Feels - D4VD & Laufey The Rockrose And the Thistle - The Amazing Devil Out of North - Jesper Kyd Promise - Laufey Swan Upon Leda - Hozier Secret Worlds - The Amazing Devil Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil Requiem - Dies Irae

All of the Assassin's Creed: Valhalla soundtrack is absolutely gorgeous and I cannot recommend listening to it enough

The Amazing Devil is similarly incredible, check it out

Now for "oldies that you've definitely heard already but I like them so I'm putting them here anyway," enjoy:

I'm Alright - Kenny Loggins Heat Of the Moment - Asia Just Like Paradise - David Lee Roth God Gave Rock 'N' Roll To You II - Kiss Any Way You Want It - Journey Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas I Was Made For Lovin' You - Kiss You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses Kiss On My List - Daryl Hall & John Oates The Gambler - Kenny Rodgers I'd Rather Be A Cowboy - John Denver Calypso - John Denver Make Your Own Kind Of Music - Mama Cass House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals What's New Pussycat? - Tom Jones That's life - Frank Sinatra Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - Frank Sinatra Vienna - Billy Joel Dust In the Wind - Kansas Leaving On A Jet Plane - John Denver 500 Miles - Peter, Paul, and Mary El Paso - Marty Robbins Private Eyes - Daryl Hall & John Oates American Pie - Don McLean The End of The World - Skeeter Davis Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters

TF2 has done irreparable damage to me because I can't listen to half of these songs without immediately thinking of one of the mercs (cough cough What's New Pussycat? cough cough Scout cough)

I don't have much else to say about these songs besides go listen to them if you haven't heard them already

And finally, songs that didn't fit into any of the above categories but I wanted to include them anyway:

Living Proof - Gregory Alan Isakov My Love, Mine All Mine - Mitski Dark, Dark, Dark - Gregory Alan Isakov Broken Coastline - Down Like Silver Southern Soldier - 2nd South Carolina String Band Dixie's Land - 2nd South Carolina String Band Bug Like and Angel - Mitski Dandelion Wine - Gregory Alan Isakov San Luis - Gregory Alan Isakov The Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov Amsterdam - Gregory Alan Isakov Any Will Wood Song Dream, Ivory - Dream, Ivory Any Phoebe Bridgers Song Any Hozier Song Wishing Well - The Oh Hellos Warm Glow - Hippo Campus

While these aren't all the songs I would recommend, they're all I'm going to put on this post. I know a lot of these songs are really popular, but I hope you end up finding a song you haven't heard before or one that you like :)))

#Sorry this took so long #Trying to do all the links between work was awful to attempt #chaotic music #chaos answers #chaos talks

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livrandon2006 · 1 year

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5DAYS TILL KISS

120 hours till kiss

#eric singer #paul stanley #gene simmons #tommy thayer #kiss army #Spotify

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Kiss –God Gave Rock 'N' Roll To You II

#Kiss #Alive III #God Gave Rock 'N' Roll To You II #Format:#CD #Album #Released:#Mar 18 #1993 #Hard Rock #Classic rock #Arena Rock #Recorded live in Cleveland #Detroit #and Indianapolis 1992.

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slowsweetlove · 1 year

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#Spotify #a year in pictures #slowsweetlove.2023 #austin butler #god gave rock'n'roll to you #kiss

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Kiss - God Gave Rock ‘n’ Roll To You II (Official Music Video)

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It's been a while since I have bothered you with a really long ask, so I will take this opportune moment to do so. 😂

Do you like KISS? I listened to them quite a while ago, when I was first getting into all these old rock bands, and I have to admit, I was not overly impressed. (This is just my opinion, though. I understand some people love them and I COMPLETELY get that. This is purely opinion.) So I thought for a long time that I was not a fan of theirs.

Now, I'm not so sure. I feel like, despite that, they have a lot going for them. For one, I LOVE their makeup. I absolutely love it. That gives them such a unique and iconic look. Like, as soon as you see them, you know who they are. They have such an iconic look, and I really, REALLY like that about them. That's one of the endless reasons I adore Slash so much- he has an iconic look almost to that extent. Top hat, black curly hair, shades- you know it's him as soon as you see him. That's something that attracts me to KISS quite a bit, even if I am not a huge fan of their actual music. In addition, I feel like they can put on great shows. With the fire-breathing act and some other effects they do, I feel like going to their shows would be a really memorable experience, music aside.

They have a great look, I feel like they can put on really good shows, and I do admit, there are a handful of songs by them that I really like. Ten, altogether. They are as follows-

Yes, those are the KISS songs I like. I know that isn't very many. But if you have any recommendations you think I might like, you know I'd be more than happy to take them. As few as there are, I still can't pick just one favorite.

Also, I just have to add that Paul Stanley is gorgeous and beautiful, still to this day. I can't get over how much him and Stephen Pearcy of Ratt look alike. They look like TWINS. And there's pictures of them together where you can clearly see the resemblance. It's actually insane.

I know KISS is on their final End Of The Road tour, and that literally makes me want to bawl my freaking EYES out. Even if I don't like the band to the extent I like other bands, it still makes me want to SOB. Because they formed in 1973, and after all this time...after doing this together for so many years...I genuinely cannot even 😭😭😭.

In conclusion, I don't really know if I like them that much or not. I guess I can be called a fan of theirs, but I have to pick the songs, lol. (It's actually sad how much I analyze and overthink all of this. I seriously need to get a life, lol.)

P.S.- It is entirely possible that I have sent you an ask similar to this before, but I have terrible memory, lol. Thank you for putting up with me anyway. 💛

Yay, it’s my Southern Sis! 😆🧡

I DO like Kiss a lot. I would rate Ace Frehley in my top 5 best guitarists, actually. You’ve listed some great songs. I’ll add a few more: Deuce, Strutter, Beth, Black Diamond, Love Gun, Lick It Up, Detroit Rock City, and Hard Luck Woman. (It wouldn’t let me add anymore Spotify song links, so I just listed them for you.) Beth and Hard Luck Woman are sung by the drummer, Peter Criss, whose voice I LOVE.

Anyway, listen and tell me what you think. 🖤

#hannah 🍌#my southern sis 🧡#kiss

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