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ganymede-princess · 1 year

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Winter Wine | Rick Wright (Pink Floyd)

ship: Rick Wright (Pink Floyd) X fem!OC

warnings: drug references

summary: In the winter before the Summer of Love, Rick meets a young woman at one of his gigs.

word count: 3629

a/n: This is an adaptation of a story I wrote 4-5 years ago, and I have done a fair amount of re-working to make it more readable and to remove some of the pick-me energy that was pretty prevalent in my old stories. If you happen to read this and recognize the plot from way back when I first published this; hello! Please do reach out if you remember my work, I'd love to reconnect with the community again.

written by @ganymede-princess

It was New Year's Eve, 1966, and I could smell a change in the air. I could tell that the dawn of ‘67 would bring revolution to the history of young people everywhere, but not even a new era of mankind could shake off my nerves. I was supposed to be meeting a girlfriend for a shindig at some underground club in celebration, but she had cancelled our plans at the last minute and I didn’t like the idea of being carted off somewhere to be murdered. That being said, it was the biggest night of the year and I was hardly going to let a little imminent danger stop me. So I armed myself with a little kitchen knife, a can of toilet refresher spray, a lighter, and a bottle of champers. One last time, I looked myself over in the mirror. I had donned a little white tassel dress with bell sleeves that fell just above my knees, over which I wore a lichen green Afghan coat to stave off the English weather. I had even done my eyes like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra with golden lids and black swirling wings, and spritzed myself with Belle De Rauche. I felt sexy, but I knew that feeling sexy and being sexy were two entirely different breeds of cat. With one last tousle of my hair, I headed out.

After walking a while I noticed flurries of soft snow filling the air. It fell down like floating pearls to leave little burning tingles on my nose and cheeks. I fluttered my eyelashes as the snow weighed them down and giggled. All through the street people were stumbling around grinning, their eyes locked on the sky. I had seen a panorama of different people in this part of Cambridge, but one thing that united us all was a universal love of snow. Outside the UFO Club I noticed a line of people in all kinds of fancy dress were huddled together beneath the eaves of a building. I cursed under my breath and pulled my coat closer around myself, ready to turn around and go home when I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

“Jenny!” It was my cousin Rodney Maudsley standing right at the front of the line. His auburn hair was a splat of blood on the snowy street.

“Hi Rod!” Grinning, I hurried over and flung myself on him. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Where else would I be?” He cackled, tossing an arm around me. “Look, Adam, this is me cousin, Jenny. Cute huh?”

A tall man with short, black hair was standing by the door. He had a grey woolen blanket bundled around his body to keep himself warm and a little paper name tag around his neck.

"Indeed she is. Rodney." He grinned eerily as he greeted me in a cockney accent. "It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, mate.” I smiled, grateful to have a clear voice for once.

“Orright, in yous go.” Adam ushered us inside. “Don’t want you to freeze now do we?”

“Many thanks, mate, many thanks." Rodney winked and sauntered inside, causing a small uproar in the waiting line.

The UFO Club was a miasma of alcohol, cigarettes, and a mingle of a hundred perfumes. Strange wailing sounds emanated from the far end of the room, catching me in a cobweb of curiosity. The noises did not sound organic, so I could only assume it must be a kind of music.

"So how do you know the bouncer?”

“Oh, friend of a friend..." Rodney responded, slipping his arm off my shoulder. "Y’know. You meet people, you like ‘em. In- a- anyway. Have a good one."

With the smell of Eau Sauvage lingering in the air, he was gone. I peered through the gathering crowd at the bar that had been set up at the end of the long shed, and decided not to follow him, as much as I wanted to. Instead I decided to stick to the wall and make my way towards the stage at the far end of the hall. I slipped into the shadows by the wall, dodging a mob of speed freaks who were debating Whitman so hotly that I wondered if a physical fight might break out. It was quite easy to get to the stage, as I was very petite and could easily sneak through the dim concert hall. I soon found myself in a little nook a few feet from the side of the speaker where I could see the whole stage from end to end.

Four men were littered over the stage, two standing with guitars, another sitting at a drum kit behind them, and at the far side was a man sitting at a keyboard, his face obscured behind a fall of mousy hair. I let my attention sit on each of them individually, allowing them each the opportunity to enchant me. Firstly, I looked at the bassist; he must have been very tall, since he awkwardly stooped over his instrument. He ran random objects such as bolts, washers, and screws over the strings of his bass, each one creating a unique noise effect.

The lead guitarist was painfully cute. His hair was a mass of black curls which trembled with every movement and I could see his face lit up with excitement at every pleasing sound his guitar produced. His whole body shook as he bent the sounds coming from his guitar into strange, wobbling frequencies using quick finger movements and occasional movings of the tuning knobs on the neck. It was a strain to pull my eyes away from him to look at the drummer who tapped at the drums in a seemingly experimental manner, almost as though he had never played them before. I soon looked back at the guitarist and watched him plucking at the strings for a while with a dreamy smile on my lips, but soon remembered that there was one last man I had not observed.

Regretfully, I looked away from the lovely guitarist and made my way to the far side of the stage, sticking close to it so as to avoid any dancers. I found a decent spot to stand, and looked up at the keyboardist who was sitting only about six or seven feet away. Just a moment ago I had thought that the guitarist was the most attractive man on the planet, but I was soon proved to be sorely mistaken. That little keyboardist who hid behind his hair was like heaven on earth: shy as a pixie and dainty to boot. He frowned down at his hands while he played, carving little furrows in his brow. In that moment I would have given my right arm for the privilege of knowing what was going on behind his eyes. I felt my heart start to thud as the song came to an end.

"That was Interstellar Overdrive." The guitarist mumbled into the microphone. "Next we're going to hand over to our keyboardist, Rick, for one of his songs."

"Er, yes, um..." Rick stammered in a voice like a wind chime. "This is called Remember A Day."

The music kicked in with a bluesy bass line, arpeggios on the keyboard, and a groovy, off-beat drum line. The guitar swooped from low to high like a police siren. I found myself beginning to sway gently to the music.

"Remember a day before today,” Rick's singing voice was gentle and ambient. It was similar to the voice of the guitarist, only it had a unique dreamy quality. "A day when you were young, free to play with time... evening never comes..."

His eyes roamed around the room as he sang.

"Sing a song that can't be sung without the morning's kiss..." It was that very moment that our eyes met. I could feel my cheeks growing hot as his attention lingered on my face. A small smile grew on his lips before he sang the next line. "Queen you shall be if you wish. Look for your king."

My face became a garden of blush. I looked away, feeling a foolish flutter in my stomach. When I found the strength to lift my head, he was looking back at his hands. I wasn’t sure if I should be disappointed or relieved. The song continued for a while, and it seemed as if he was purposely avoiding my eyes, so I slipped away into the shadows by the side of the stage. I could see no point in putting him off his playing by lingering.

"Alright, it's half-past ten," The bassist announced as the song came to a close. "And we'd all like to go and watch the fireworks, and I'm sure you all would too. So, have a good night everyone, and don't hesitate to come and say hello if you liked the show."

Nobody seemed to be listening to him as he spoke, just as nobody had seemed to be truly listening to the music. All of the bodies in the hall started to syphon out of the room before he had even finished speaking. With those words, all four of the performers shuffled off the stage and out of an exit door that I could see in the wing. I sighed regretfully as I watched the back of Rick's white frilly shirt disappear through the door. I stayed in my nook for a few minutes with my eyes fixed on the door, wishing with all my might that it would open again to reveal the gorgeous young keyboardist with a smile on his lips and love in his heart. Eventually I gave up and made my way to the visitors exit, which was clear of people by then. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned with a hopeful smile, but was disappointed when it was the drummer who greeted me. I hoped it didn’t show.

"Are you the girl with the Afghan coat?" He inquired, folding his arms.

"Erm..." I frowned. "Well, yes, I am wearing one, but lots of people do. I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for."

It was a bold-faced lie on my part, that keyboard boy had to be looking for me. I couldn’t tell you why exactly, but my confidence crumbled at the thought of talking to him.

"Oh no, I don't think so." He smiled. "You fit the description perfectly. Listen, my friend, Rick the keyboardist, he wanted to talk to you, but he has an awful chip on his shoulder about girls."

"What?" I was really in for it now. "A chip- look. I'm really, truly sorry if I distracted him. I don’t usually stare like-"

"No, no!" He shook his head, giggling goofily. "He's not angry, not at all. Listen, he told me not to tell you this, but he said that you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen."

"If this is a joke, it's not funny!"

"I'm not joking!" He exclaimed. "I promise. He'll even tell you himself. Please, just don’t run off. If I don't get you to see him, I'll never see the end of it."

“Surely he’s exaggerating?”

“No, no.” He beamed. “Rick’s plenty of things, girl, but he’s not a liar.”

“God…” I buried my face in my hands, my cheeks burning. “I hope you aren't playing with me."

"I'm not." He took me by the arm. "Just come here for a sec.”

He led me around behind the speakers and up a few steps onto the stage. We picked our way over the snaking auxiliary cords and various instrument stands to the far side of the stage where we came to the exit door. I stopped short, suddenly apprehensive. What if everything was not as it seemed?

"Now, you just wait here," The drum boy smiled sympathetically. “And don’t worry. Oh, and my name’s Nick, just by the by.”

"Jenny." We shook hands.

“It’s good to meet you, Jenny.”

“Alright.” He laughed. “Just stay here, yeah?”

I nodded as Nick disappeared through the door, leaving a trickle of cold air behind him. I caught the door before it fully closed and peered through the crack into the ally beyond. My Rick had his back facing me, and the other two stood around him. The bassist leaned against the back wall smoking a fag, and the guitarist fought a losing battle to spray him with what I assumed was perfume.

"Syd, stop it." Rick snapped. "I smell fine."

Syd muttered something unintelligible and backed off. Nick cleared his throat and Rick spun around on his heel, almost tripping over. My heart gave a little squeeze.

“Oh.” He breathed. “You didn’t find her?”

Gently, I closed the door. I sat down on a stool near the mic stand and fought to find a breath that I didn’t know was missing. I closed my eyes and buried a hand in my hair. He was so cute it was like a knife in my guts.

"Hello..." Rick’s voice was so soft that I almost thought I had imagined it. I must have jumped in my seat because he laughed a little. “Did I scare you?”

“Just a little." I responded, letting out a breath.

"I'm Rick." He padded over the wires and stuck his hand out.

"Jenny."

I placed my hand in his and waited for him to shake it, but instead he took my hand and pressed it to his lips. I felt as if there was a bird struggling to burst out of my chest.

"Enchanté." Before he had the chance to say anything more, soft little noise came from the open door. The bassist peeped through the doorway with an equine gawp across his face. Rick chuckled awkwardly and itched the back of his neck. "Do you perhaps want to go for a walk?"

I nodded, and we made our way out into the open street. People milled around, kicking snow and laughing. I felt the familiar magic that comes with shared happiness.

"So erm..." Rick mumbled. "Won't you tell me about yourself?"

"Well I'm not very interesting, y'know." I clawed for something to say. "I'm twenty-two years old, I love the Beatles just like everybody else... um, I'm a Scorpio if you happen to be interested in that kind of thing. I like to write poetry and go out to clubs... like I said, there's nothing interesting to know."

"Well, you sound very interesting to me. I like poetry too. What kind of things do you write about?”

"Just things that I see that make me think about life… the rhythm of samsara and all that. For example I'll write a little something about the snow when I go home tonight... and perhaps a few words about my new friend Rick."

"I'm going to write a song about tonight, for sure." Rick smiled at the floor. "It's far too beautiful not to capture. I feel so lucky to be walking around in this lovely new snow with a gorgeous girl like yourself."

"Don’t be like that." I laughed and gave him a friendly punch on the arm. "If anybody's gorgeous here, it’s gotta be you!"

"Shh!" Rick smiled. "If you keep up like that your nose'll grow."

“Don’t talk bad about yourself.” I stopped walking and looked into his eyes. “You’re lovely.”

“I’ll stop if you stop.” Roses bloomed on his cheeks.

Time breezed by, and an hour of conversation and a bottle of champers later, I felt as if I had known Rick for years.

"You remind me of somebody, Rick. Like a character in a story, but I don't remember who."

"You remind me of someone too. Perhaps... Cathy and Heathcliffe?"

"Oh!" I giggled. "So you're going to run off on me and I'll end up wasting away in bed?"

"You won't waste away. Not if you can catch me!" With that, Rick took off running in his Sunday best.

For a moment I stood gaping like a codfish, then shook off the shock and pelted down the street after him. Laughs burst like champagne bubbles between us, and our feet pummelled a rhythm as we ran through the neighbourhood. The bystreets grew deserted as we ventured into the built up part of town, though a few daring people sat on top of their roofs to watch the fireworks. I slowed to look up at the couples, families, and groups of friends, all huddled together. Something in me ached. Rick slowed to a jog.

"Come on slow poke! Come and catch Heathcliffe!"

"I can't!" I called back with an empty grin.

Rick sighed and jogged over to me, coming to rest so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Our breaths billow in white clouds, mingling like twin souls.

“Is something the matter?”

I shook my head, my loneliness melting away. An impish grin grew on his face, and swiftly he bent his knees and lifted me off of the ground by the waist. I squealed and clutched his shoulders, not so much afraid of falling, but afraid of the moment ending. An unexplainable magic crystalised in his silver-grey eyes and I was so stricken with it that I almost kissed him. Instead, he just placed me back on the floor. He wordlessly took my hand and pulled me away from the footpath and through a gate. I realised we had run all the way to the local park. Rick looked at his watch.

"Seven minutes until midnight." He grinned. "Come on!"

I followed him down the gravel path that ran through the park, watching all the trees glittering white in the snowfall. In the very middle of the park there stood a chestnut tree with a platform and canopy made of wood planks nestled up in its huge branches.

"Can you climb?" Rick inquired as we stood beneath the bough.

I did not respond, only ran up to the tree and clumsily pulled myself up into the branches. I clambered up the tree and onto the platform, which was quite a bit smaller than I remembered from my childhood, and huffed in embarrassment. Rick looked up at me and laughed, then climbed up to join me. I offered him my hand to pull him up, but he refused and managed on his own. The tiny seat forced us to press together, and I relished the warmth of him beside me. We sat in silence for a moment, while I ruminated upon what Nick had told me.

"You didn't have to lie to Nick, y'know." I muttered. "I'm sure he would have come to find me anyway."

"What do you mean?" His blessed brow furrowed at my statement.

"Well, he said that you thought I was the most beautiful girl in the world..."

"That bloody bastard!" Rick slapped his thigh in annoyance. "I told him not to say!"

"I think he was just being cheeky. Besides, I was afraid you were angry with me, so I think he told me to stop me from bolting."

"Why would I be angry with you?"

"Well, I thought I distracted you from your playing. I didn't mean to. I just couldn’t help but stare at you."

Rick blushed lightly and avoided my eyes, smiling to himself. There was conflict on his face for a moment, as though there were two ideas warring in his mind.

"I wasn't lying, y'know..." He mumbled, still refusing to look at me. "You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Thank you, but surely I’m not the most beautiful.”

"No, no, no, you are!" He looked at me finally, visibly distressed. "I've seen plenty of pretty girls, but there's never been one that's quite as lovely as you. I don't know, there's just something about you that I can't put my finger on. You're just bewitching."

"To tell you the truth, I'm thinking something very similar about you. You look like an angel."

I looked up into his eyes, like silver coins shining in the weak light of the moon. Snow flurries had caught themselves up in his soft locks, and I suppressed the urge to comb them away with my fingers, settling on simply brushing the powder off his shoulder. Rick's cheeks and nose were flushed with fervor and I knew I must look the same. Words were rising in my throat like some unstoppable force. Words that I knew I would regret.

"Rick, do you believe in love and first sight?"

"Well, I never used to..."

"Did something change your mind?"

Rick just nodded and leaned in ever so slightly. His gaze was fixed on a point below my eyes.

"How long 'till midnight?"

Rick broke concentration to look at his watch. "One minute."

I gave away to my urge and tangled my hands up in his hair, watching as the snow fell away. Rick's hands lurked on the back of my neck, thumbs stroking gently at my skin. He leaned in and our lips almost touched, but I ducked away.

"How long now?"

"Fifteen seconds." Rick whispered. "Fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven..."

"Ten," I joined the counting. "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

I took Rick by the chin and pressed my lips gently against his. For one dreadful moment his body tensed and I thought he was going to break away from me, but then he melted into the kiss. His hands found my waist, and mine rested behind his neck, lips moving together in a wordless incantation. The champagne on his lips tasted of starlight, and my head swam with patchouli and tobacco.

"Happy New Year." Rick whispered.

"Happy New Year." I returned and leaned in for another moment of bliss.

#richard wright #rick wright #pink floyd #nick mason #syd barrett #pink floyd fandom #fanfiction #rick wright x reader #richard wright x reader #pink floyd x reader #pink floyd fan fiction #Youtube

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floydmenace · 1 year

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fic masterlist!

hey there! you must be new here! i’m izzy, and i write in my spare time when i have ideas that i havent found anywhere else. my brain runs 15 miles a minute which results in many, many things.

i also take fic requests, so dont be afraid to hit up my ask box! the only thing i wont do as a request is X Readers, but i might write some in my own time - but thats a big maybe.

watermour is my specialty and favourite, but i have a strange affinity for crack ships, rarepairs, and crossovers. so if theres a fic that you’re dying to read that no one has written yet, i might be your person!

anyways, without further ado, heres an easy-access list of all of my fics so far, in order from first to most recent :)

*green text is the ship, blue text is the summary

*all fics are on AO3, where i go by the same username

Take This Rock n’ Roll Refugee [E]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, smut

“You think you’re so sleazy?” David growled, and Roger chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t think, I know,” Roger replied, an annoying smirk tugging at his lips. “If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here right now, with you giving me exactly what I want.”

“You’re mine, Roger. I don’t care if I’m giving you what you fucking want right now – I’m fucking furious with you.”

Fall Apart (From The Inside Out) [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. mention of S/A and s*icide attempt in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“Roger, what the fuck are you doing?” David asked with more clarity, worry immediately creasing lines into his forehead.

“I had trouble sleeping, so—”

“Please don’t be trying to kill yourself.”

Whole Lotta Love [E]

Robert Plant / Roger Waters, smut

“Hey, wait, aren’t you the bassist of Pink Floyd?”

Would It Break My Panic? [M]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, with mentioned Syd Barrett / Roger Waters, angst

trigger warning: this is a vent fic. vague description of S/A in a flashback. please read at your own risk.

“You know that I was with Syd, right? Back in ‘67 and ‘68?” Roger asked to start off, and David nodded. “Towards the end, he progressively became more detached and nutty, which you obviously know, but that’s crucial to keep in mind while I try my best to talk about this.”

Roger watched David frown slightly, and he took a deep breath as he continued on. “Most of the time, whether he was on acid or not, he didn’t understand that what he wanted wasn’t always what everyone else wanted.”

To Love Him Is To Need Him Everywhere [G]

David Gilmour / Roger Waters, fluff

"You’re the sun, and the moon, and the stars. Happy birthday.”

#watermour #watermour fanfic #pink floyd fanfic #pink floyd #roger waters #david gilmour #nick mason #richard wright #robert plant #led zeppelin #pink floyd fandom #led zeppelin fandom

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lucyleave · 1 year

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"Let's make a deal."

#pink floyd #roger waters #pink floyd memes #pink floyd fandom #pinkfloyd

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mlodszyczapnik1 · 1 year

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Pink Floyd fans will look you dead in the eye and say some shit like "I think 'Comfortably Numb' is one of their most underrated tracks 🥺"

#pink floyd #the wall #music #pink floyd fandom #pink floyd the wall #dark side of the moon

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tunictoons · 1 year

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For all the Pink Floyd fans out there....

#art #cartoonist #digital art #cartoon #fanart #comics #pink floyd #pink floyd fandom #doodle #sketch

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candyfloss-techno-hell · 2 years

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I saw your ask post about Roger being dismissive about regimes that are anti-u.s. Are you still a fan though?

Not quite what I said. I said he was dismissive of the wrong done by some regimes that are anti-us, for the sole reason that they are anti-us. Basically the 'enemies of my enemies are my friends' mindset, coupled with the easy mental strategy of automatically accusing the entity that's already been found guilty many times [the US], so that way there's only ONE (1) villain to rail against and everything is so much more simple.

Of course I'm still a fan. I don't see how Roger being mistaken on this topic, however big the mistake, negates the importance and depth of the fantastically naked lyrics & poems he's written, the beautiful simplicity of his music and the sincerity of his advocacy for the cause of the Palestinians, the indigenous people of Ecuador or for Julian Assange.

If I suddenly decided he was a bad person for being wrong about Ukraine, that would be cancelling, and a very stupid, sketchy, immature and kinda peer pressure-driven behaviour. I think people who do this not only have a serious lack of understanding in the complexity of human beings and how opinions work, but also have (or had) some kind of unhealthy, idealizing parasocial relationship w/ Roger. What I mean is, when you've attached yourself to a celebrity -whom, naturally, you don't truly know much about- in a way that fills some kind of emotional void in your psyche, placed them on a pedestal of imagined virtues, and filled in the blanks of the mystery that is their private life and true persona with opinions & traits that suit your views & ego like they're your richer, more talented, morally perfect alter ago, and this to such an extent that you end up subconsciously assuming they agree with you on everything, then of course, the feeling of betrayal when you learn they are flawed or simply that their cognition is independant from yours must be very intense.

Look at the people in the roger waters tag, going "I knew he was a asshat/shitty person/bastard, because : a lot of songs he wrote when in PF are about himself (how dare he, the effing megalomaniac) / he gives his opinion more often than I'd like him to / Gilmour says he's an asshole and because I prefer listening to Gilmour's music I'll just assume he's right / He made decisions I don't understand and because I don't like him I'll assume they were motivated by hate / I personally don't like his personality/music and have therefore decided he's a bad person", etc. (When it's not simply recourse to the idiotic, meaningless concept of westplaining ... "YoU cAn'T dIsAgrReE wItH NoN-wEsTeRn cOuNtRiEs On ThEiR oWn pOliCiEs cAuSe tHeY hAvE LeSS iNfLuEnCe sO iT's UnFaIr !!😡" ) Those are the only 'justifications' I've seen so far for cancelling Roger. Pretty pathetic tbh. Though his words are the object of discontent, they are almost never criticized directly. Negative comments on social media are always ad hominem attacks. I wonder if they even bother to read the statements tbh. These people are obviously frustrated in some weird entitled way, and incapable of constructive criticism.

My understanding of Roger's problem is that he's surrounded himself & attached himself over the years with people & news outlets that are not telling him the full truth, and in true Roger Waters fashion, he'll defend them and their views unfailingly. That's how he is, once he believes in something he goes the whole. effing. hog. He's a very 'whole' person, if that makes sense, which is both a curse and a blessing. Probably, he was galvanized by their radical anti-US stance, and either out of naivety or dishonesty -probably both-, didn't pay attention to their questionable connections. The subtlety in this issue is that, even if the portrayal of the horrors of US politics in Russian & Chinese gov-owned media turns out to be 100% correct, it absolutely doesn't mean it can't still be part of a propaganda scheme. Manipulators can and will state genuine facts in order to appear truthful & encourage adherence to their entire agenda. The thing is, no one makes the effort to engage in calm, honest debate with him and explain to him exactly why he's wrong. It's always : he's oBviOuSLy wrong and also he's a prick, end of. Even Zelenska's response was basically this. Despite the fact that Roger wants to have that debate and has asked to be corrected in previous messages. One has to give him that...

TL;DR = Roger needs to grow up & learn that even liars can sometimes tell the truth. People on the Internet need to grow up & learn that even good, sane people can be very wrong but still have positive things to contribute.

#ask #rant #old roge #roger waters #ukraine #russia #china #us politics #people on tumblr #pink floyd fandom #psychology #politics

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bilbao-song · 6 months

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(all credit for the original idea [and a significant portion of this text] goes to @quiet-beatle!)

ho ho ho, classic rock fans! Christmas is coming and so is The Secret Rocker Santa project! if you are looking for an opportunity to make new friends who love classic rock, or just want to make someone happy, this is your chance!

** if you don’t want to see posts about this anymore: filter the tags #secret rocker santa and/or #srs23 — click here for an explanation of how to filter tags **

What is Secret Rocker Santa?

Secret Rocker Santa is a tumblr-wide “match-maker” in which you will anonymously send asks to (and hopefully befriend!) a tumblr user who is assigned to you. you will also be assigned to someone else, who will send anonymous asks to you. the event will run from december 1st through december 25th. while this might seem complicated, it’s actually quite simple, and you will only need to answer a minimum of two questions to sign up.

How it works:

you must read these instructions!

the deadline to sign up is november 28th. there are two ways that you can sign up: the first option is to sign up via google forms. the second option is to send me a submission (or an ask) with your completed questionnaire (found here). while the first two questions are required, you can otherwise provide as much or as little information as you want.

please reblog this post! (this isn’t a strict requirement, but it would be greatly appreciated and helps to ensure that enough people will participate!)

your ask box must be open to anyone! this means that anon asks will have to be enabled. if you want, you can wait until the first day of the project (december 1st) to change this setting, but please make sure you remember!

your blog doesn’t have to be classic rock-related, you just need to be a fan. (we will also be using a very broad definition of “classic rock,” so nearly any music from 1950s-1990s counts.)

(those are the main things you need to know, but more details + some helpful tips are below the cut!!)

shortly after signing up you will be assigned a number — you probably won't need it for anything, but it's a backup way for me to keep track of who is who in case we run into any problems :)

during the last days of november, i will be assigning people to their Secret Rocker Santas. you will receive a message from me telling you who you have been assigned to, either in the form of an ask or direct message.

you will start messaging the person assigned to you ANONYMOUSLY on the 1st of december and continue until Christmas (december 25th), which is when you will reveal your identity and (hopefully) have made a new friend!

you can send your partner whatever you want (as long as you do not reveal your identity). your job is to make your partner feel happier! (some ideas: send lyrics, pictures, or facts; play games, chat, and of course do things that are not only associated with classic rock).

be careful - make sure you are messaging your assigned partner anonymously.

please tag messages that you receive from your secret santa and any other related posts as #SRS23, so your santa will be able to find your answers more easily.

EXTRA REMINDERS:

some people might get more than one santa or will be assigned to more than one person, depending on how many people participate and how many suitable matches i have for certain people. if you are certain you will not be able to be a secret santa for two people, please mention this when you submit your form (you can also let me know if you would prefer to be a santa for two or more people! anyone who volunteers for this will get first pick if the need arises)

if you’re not committed to sending asks to your partner and/or responding to your santa at least a few (2-3) times a week, please do not sign up.

while the primary focus of this project is classic rock, any additional interests you list may be used as a secondary way of helping to find a good match for you. with that in mind, don’t hesitate to list any interests and hobbies you might have, whether they relate to classic rock or not! this will especially come in handy if there are many applicants who like a particular band, or if i am having trouble finding a match for you based on your favorite bands.

if your santa has not contacted you in over a week, message me and i will gently remind them or find you another one.

as a general rule, be nice! anyone who is rude to the another participant will be removed from the project.

make sure to answer all of your santa’s messages! you don’t have to answer right away, but don’t ignore them.

please let me know if you experience any problems at all (for example, if i have made a mistake, or you are having problems with either your own santa or the person you are assigned to)

if you are not already following your partner’s blog, you probably shouldn’t do it right away, because they might guess that you are their santa.

it’s useful to have an easy-to-find “about me” page or pinned post so that your santa will have a better chance of finding something to talk to you about!

please try to keep a note of who you’ve been assigned to, as well as your assigned number!

IF YOU CHANGE YOUR URL AT ANY TIME DURING THE PROJECT PLEASE LET ME KNOW. if you don’t let me know about your new URL (or otherwise make it clear that you have moved), i will not be able to assign matches for you.

please be patient! i will assign matches and answer questions as quickly as possible, but please keep in mind that i have other responsibilities too!

you don’t need to be following me, but i will be sharing updates here, so it would be a good idea to at least keep an eye on that page/tag.

please don’t hesitate to participate! this is supposed to be a fun, lighthearted, seasonal activity, and if you do encounter any issues, i will help you :)

ALL RELEVANT LINKS:

google forms sign-up

copy the questionnaire here (to sign up if you don't wish to use google forms)

paste questionnaire, fill out, and submit here

FAQ page

all future updates will be posted in this tag!

lastly, if you have any questions or want to ask for advice, do not hesitate to message me or send an ask!

please spread the word if possible! :)