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food for pondering:
which has more volume, a def leppard concert or sav’s hair?? 🤔🧐
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Hey loves 💗
I just wanted to check in and see how everyone is doing 🫶
I just want yall to know that I’m proud of yall 🥰💕
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stevesorgasmicriffs · 7 hours
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happy terror twins tuesday everyone! mwaah<3
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@elliotts-personal-property ❤️❤️❤️
i wanna hug you after you’ve had a long day and let you rest your head on my lap
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@defleppardfan1 @elliotts-personal-property @jimmysdragonsuit13 and i rn: 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️
Motion to declare Thursday to also be Joe's Tiddy Thursday or JTT for short. All those in favour, say I.
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If it gets enough electoral votes, we must post pics like this on Thursdays 😁😇🥳 Thursday is coming!
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gif cred: @bring-on-the-heartbreak-joe ❤️
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Def Leppard Incorrect Pt. 3
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Joe: Think you can unlock the door for us? Phil: Sure, I just need a couple of things. Rick, can I have your credit card? Rick: Sure, just make sure not to bend it. Phil: Thanks. Now Sav, break down the door! Rick: Huh!?!
2. Joe: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Sav: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?
3. Phil: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Steve: Struggling to hold a seagull Fucking say that next time!
4. Joe, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Rick, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Steve, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Sav, trembling: What are we playing?!
5.Joe: You wanna fight?! You got one! Steve: Okay! raises fists Phil runs in, scoops Steve up in their arms, and runs away carrying them Joe: Joe: What?
6. Steve: Where are my fucking keys? Joe: Steve, Rick is around, can you say it a little nicer? Steve: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
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stevesorgasmicriffs · 13 hours
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YAAAASSS MY STEVE FIC IS COOKING Y’ALLL…
Welcome to my page!
Hi! I'm Rocksy Ryder, I love to draw, write stories, listen to music, and play bass and guitar!
I'm absolutely obsessed with Def Leppard, Guns N' Roses, Queen, Motley Crue and Back To The Future ❤️🤘 My other blog is: @martymyangel
My rp blogs are: @imizzystradlin and @joeelliottofficial
If you have any of these app’s please follow me:
instagram: @/_rocknrollprincess_
Wattpad: @/Queen_RockNRoll
Pinterest: @/rocksyryder
My favorite bands are:
Guns N' Roses
Motley Crue
Def Leppard
Queen
Nirvana
Poison
Cinderella
Led Zeppelin
Etc.
Here is my master list!
*Requests are open <333
I write for:
Guns N' Roses
Def Leppard
Motley Crue
Queen
I don't write any smut though!
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Joe Elliott:
Series:
The Dancer and the Rockstar; part 1, part 2,part 3, Part 4, Part 5
One-shots:
Under The Light Of A Thousand Stars {In collaboration with @defleppardfan1}
Let It Go (Smut)
You're Mine (Request by @moon-fashioned1970) Coming soon :)
Steve Clark:
I Need You Here (Request by @stevesorgasmicriffs) Coming soon :)
Incorrect Quotes:
Part 1, Part 2,Part 3
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small talk? it was quite big to me. i love you
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meeting def backstage for the first time be like…
“uhm… hi…” *approaching joe and sav* my name is remy, i’m kinda shy…
joe: “ah don’t worry, we’ve got a shy one on our end as well.”
sav: “yeah, steve”
me: “…who’s he again?”
joe: “one of the best bloody guitarists you’ll ever meet!”
me: “mmkay, so like… who’s like… the *best* guitarist?”
sav, flipping his hair back, with a straight face: “i wouldn’t know.”
joe: “but i think you’ll really like each other!”
sav: “yeah, you two’ll hit it off.”
me skeptically: “aaand how do you *know*?”
sav: “i read people’s auras as a side hustle.”
joe: “he doesn’t, actually, we’ve just got a really good feeling about you two.”
rick, popping up next to me from out of nowhere: “hi!” *sticks out his hand*
*i shake*
me, eyes flashing back and forth between sav and rick, “so like wait… there’s two ricks…”
sav rolling his eyes: “i know, it gets confusing. easy way to remember us is, the better rick has two arms.”
me responding cheekily: “you mean the better rick *had* two arms? alright, duly noted.”
joe: *stifling laughter*
rick: “i like this kid!”
me: “alright, so who else is in your bloody band of yours?”
joe: “oh, just phil.”
rick: “oh yeah phil!”
sav: “oh *god* phil.”
phil bursting onto the scene: “who rang?” *notices me* “oh hi!” *sticks his hand out*
*i shake*
him blurting: “so wotcha doin later love?”
me: “…sleeping? binge watching true crime? i dunno, i’m a human being.”
phil: “awh yeah sleepover ARE WE INVITED we better be!”
me: “yeah, four of you are invited.”
joe: “wait, who isn’t?”
sav, arms folded and chewing gum, side-eyeing phil: “take a lucky guess.”
phil: “aw crAP what did i do?!?!”
me, trying to sound encouraging: “be yourself? i dunno, you’re funny to me. does anyone make you laugh?”
phil: “psh, i make myself laugh.”
joe: “not steve?”
rick: “steve?”
sav: “it’s steve.”
phil, turning red in the face:
me: “so they’re dating?”
joe and sav collectively: “yes.”
rick whispering in my ear: “we don’t know what to do with him sometimes.”
me, shrugging: “hey, you never know, y’all might cross paths with a guitarist some day who matches phil’s energy to a T!”
joe: “but… that’s steve.. we’ve already got one… unless—“
phil: “no, steve ain’t going NOwhere.”
joe: “then that settles it then.”
*turning to me* “so how’re you? did’ja like the show alright?”
me: “oh, it was impressive! i was blown away! i could never do what you guys do on a constant, consistent basis… i’m too prone to anxiety attacks, which, in my case is a far worse feeling than stagefright… you become mentally paralyzed and it’s just… you don’t feel good whatsoever. but surely none of you can relate, you’ve got the personas of glittery rockstars, who know absolutely nothing about anxiety-“
joe: “let me stop you there. i think it’s about time you met steve. offstage, he’s nothing like he’s onstage. you’ll see what i mean.”
me, visibly confused, glancing at him in a perplexed state: “okay?”
joe, walking me to the dressing room, carefully explaining: “yeah he gets anxiety attacks all the time, we all have to try and calm him down some. usually it does the trick, unless he’s really out of it.”
me: “and what do you do then?”
joe, shaking his head: “then we can’t go on. there is no def without steve, you have to understand that. sometimes i wish i could be the one subject to those bloody anxiety attacks, because, it’s honestly painful, to see his play out the way they do.”
me: “so does he receive help?”
joe, nodding: “from us, yeah. but at home, it’s a bit of a different story… i don’t wanna get too into it and all…”
me: “no, no, it’s okay, i understand.”
*arriving to the door, joe gesturing to it” “so this is steve’s door, he’s probably changing or something god knows…” *turns around, knocking on steve’s door* STEAMINNNN!!!! WE’VE GOT A GIRLFRIEND WAITING FOR YOUUU!!!”
me, turning beet red in the face:
a random stage crew popping up out of nowhere: “joe, they need you at stage 1 pronto”
joe: “ah, fuck, be right there” *takes off running after the stagecrew*
me, contemplating yelling after him: “wait! joe! you just gonna leave me stranded here?!?!” but i don’t do it.
*i freeze in place as the door opens, trying to act as casual as possible while frantically hiding my face behind my hair*
steve: *nervously laughing* you look different there joe…”
*i open an eye and push back some of my hair*
steve, eyes widening: “oh, i… i’m sorry… are you looking for someone?”
me, turning even more bright blush red than before, stammering: “uh-m uh erm…” *muttering* “fuck” *while contemplating running off and hiding*
*i take a deep breath and mumble quickly* “hi steve my name is remy i’m sorry i’m making a complete utter total casual fool of myself i was supposed to meet the band backstage like the whole band and they just talked me into meeting you here and by they i mean…” *i pause to catch my breath*
steve: “let me guess, joe and sav?”
me: “yes joe and sav WOW you knew that how did you know that?”
steve, chuckling: “it just figures, i know them, so.” *shrugs* “anyway, come on in, make yourself at home.” *motioning for me to come in and follow him into the unknown*
*me breathing a tremendous sigh of relief*
steve: “yeah, sorry about them, always playing bloody matchmaker with the girls. i feel like they do it as a deterrent, just to keep phil away from them, or attempt to, anyway, you know?”
me, still stammering, sticking out a shaky hand, “it, uh… it’s nice to uh… meet… you…” *thinking to myself* “AH I’M SO SORRY I’M PANICKING SO HARD ON THE INSIDE RIGHT NOWWWWWW”
*as i shake his hand* “sorry my palm’s a little sweaty…”
steve: “you try playing out to those crowds for two, three hours, a little palm sweat feels like nothing” *laughs*
me, feeling embarassed suddenly: “oh… sorry…?”
*as we’re walking around*
me: “so, joe and sav says that you and phil got something going on…”
steve, chuckling: “yeah, leave it to them. bastard leaves a hickey on my neck one time” *sticks a finger up* “one bloody time, and they jump to conclusions” *snaps fingers* “like that.”
me, going over to a guitar propped in the corner: “oh this guitar looks cool. is it yours?”
steve, smiling proudly and nodding: “sometimes after a gig i’ll just sit here and play, well, it’s more like practicing, cause when you’re on the road as frequent as us, you always gotta remember what your numbers are, how your sequences go…”
me, stifling a giggle: “can i touch it?” *pointing to the guitar*
steve: “yeah, yeah, sure, go right ahead!” *reaches over and grabs it by the neck, holding it out to me*
me, stroking the black beauty: “you ever name them?”
steve: “oh, phil does. he’s crazy about ‘em. but i… i dunno. i’ve never really thought about it.”
me, glancing at steve knowingly: “you should name them.”
steve: “me?”
me: “yeah! give them personalities, y’know? they’re like your babies, after all.”
steve: “my babies” *chuckling softly* “you’re right, they are my babies… i’ve got eleven more back at home that i’ve cruelly abandoned. ‘bout three i took with me, though. they’re on the bus somewhere i think.”
me, staring him down intently: “name your babies. name them.”
steve: *laughing at my enthusiasm*
thirty years later
joe calling me up: “so what did you decide to name your babies?”
me: “edie and vivienne. we were kinda banking on there to be a boy and a girl, but… two girls ain’t too shabby.”
joe: “ain’t too shabby indeed! congrats, young guns.” *chuckling*
me: “well, i certainly don’t feel 53 any time i talk to you…”
steve, popping out from a corner: “who was that babe?”
me, giggling: “uncle joe. he says lyla and harper can’t wait to meet their cousins.”
this is for @elliotts-personal-property
❤️
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Phil Collen appreciation post 🫶🏻
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I think that a tiny Phil Monday should be done today, so here <3
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Enjoy and have a great week <3
YESSS PHIL MONDAY 🙌🏻🙌🏻 I love him
Thank you darling! Have a great week too ❤️
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all hail the lace up pants
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This game seems fun! Let me join along.
Am I named after anyone? Well, my middle name is Sky, which is actually short for Skinner, which was my mom’s maiden name. The name “Remy” came from a character in a book my mom read, although I don’t know which. Probably one you all have never heard of. I was not named after the alcoholic beverage Remy Martin, or the rat from that Pixar movie, contrary to popular belief.
Last time I cried? I’m a wee bit conscious of advertising my sensitive side. But a couple of minutes ago I did feel a tad bleary-eyed thinking of some fluffy story ideas.
Do I have kids? Does my fiancé count? He’s the quintessence of a man-child. Other than that, I wouldn’t mind having one someday. But that’s father, or rather farther, down the road.
Sports I’ve played? Okay, I guess I’ll take this as a chance to list every form of recreation I’ve ever done.
Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Lacrosse, Soccer, Gymnastics, Swimming, Tennis, Horseback Riding, Track and Field, Biking, Rollerblading, Bodyboarding, and currently, I’m a second-degree black belt in Isshinryu Karate. 14 years and I’m still at it. Watch your backs…
Sarcastic much? It’s my second language.
First thing I notice about people? I try not to automatically drift towards their looks and to pay more attention to their demeanor and how they come off to me. I have learned through time that, you can look like a wanted criminal but have a heart of gold. You can also look like a Victoria Secret model, have #selflove #selfcare in your insta bio and be a total insecure bitch. So it all just depends! Also, if you got a band logo tee on, I gotta read that. If you know me… you know.
Eye color? Brown
Scary movies vs happy endings? Happy endings, always. Although it’s a bit ironic of me to say now, considering lately I’ve been obsessively binge-watching murder mysteries that obviously don’t have any happy ending to them.
Talents? PFTSH. Does it look like I’m any slight bit talented? Heavens no. Everyone else on here has more talent than I’ll ever possess at any point.
Where was I born? In a hospital. On planet earth. Am I missing something?
Hobbies? Primarily writing, listening to music, dancing, unfortunately I also have to work…
Pets? The only pet I ever owned, a little weiner dog, died the year of Covid. So currently no, I don’t own any pets, but I would consider my fiancé an actual golden retriever. That’s what the Internet is calling it now, yeah?
Favorite subject in school? In high school, I loved math. In college, I loved English, more specifically creative writing. And in all the other grades, I loved lunch and recess. And getting to go home. Wait, what was I talking about again?
Dream Job?!?! HOLY SHIT, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP TO GO ON TOUR WITH DEF LEPPARD AND BE THEIR PERSONAL BACK MASSAGER!!!! (that got out of hand and chaotically unhinged lightning fast, my sincerest apologies…)
Tags: @elliotts-personal-property @jimmysdragonsuit13 @littlemissheavenonearth @bring-on-the-heartbreak-joe @ride-the-hammett and anybody else who cares to join <3
game time!
i just realised i had this in my drafts since the beginning of the month oops
thank you for the tag @vinvantae <33
are you named after anyone?
my middle name is my grandma's name, but otherwise no. always wanted a cool story for my name but i don't have one *shrug emoji*
when was the last time you cried?
uhm yesterday? i'm overly emotional, even more so when it's that time of the month so yeah.
do you have kids?
nope. want to have some one day though. but that's only the future.
what sports do you play / have you played?
i did aikido, volleyball, tennis, hiphop dance, running. now i'm only mountain biking, and even that not so often.
do you use sarcasm?
all the time. sarcasm is my only defence, as a fave character of mine once said.
what's the first thing you notice about people?
their eyes. but sometimes it's their outfit or just a specific piece of that
what is your eye colour?
dark brown
do you prefer scary movies or happy endings?
oooh romcom girlie all the way. i hate horror movies anyway.
any talents?
hehe no. i wish.
where were you born?
in my hometown, in hungary
do you have hobbies?
too many to count. writing and reading fanfic, calligraphy, my bullet journal, scrapbooks, playing music (piano and ukulele), reading
do you have any pets?
no:(( always wanted a dog but my dad and sis are allergic to animal fur so we couldn't.
what was your favourite subject at school?
english (as in my first foreign language, i love learning languages)
what's your dream job?
well the dream dream would be something in f1, but i don't think it's anywhere near possible so i'll say owning a bakery. that one seems impossible enough lol
tagging: @de-luxeviolets @dreamlikeapsycho & anyone who would like to do it as most of my moots have already been tagged
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my social battery is currently at -100%
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lmao i wanna plan some quadruple date-activity-thing with @elliotts-personal-property @jimmysdragonsuit13 @defleppardfan1 with our respective gentlemen… what do we say ladies? 🧐🤭
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Best day of my life @stevesorgasmicriffs ships me with Rick Allen 🫶🏻
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