#which for the Leppards I absolutely am

[amiscreations]

Sav put your goddamn seatbelt on pLEASE

#he was very adorable here so I may give him a pass #also they were just driving around backstage #bUT STILL PLS #IT WAS THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF #I'm like an overprotective mother fr #which for the Leppards I absolutely am #he already said in the last slog that he wasn't feeling great #and apparently he was ill in Dublin and Glasgow too #UUUUGHHH SAVVY PLS STAY SAFE YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO BE ILL WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS #Slogs #Def Leppard #Rick Savage #Savvy Sav Sav

[purlty23]

okay now im genuinely curious which ghost songs you think are metal, actually no im genuinely curious about that document you mention…

SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON. All I needed was one person willing to hear me out, here we go. I put band recs there too for fun

Disclaimer: this is my opinion. I do think its right but I also love each. And everyone. One. Of these albums. I know them by heart, I have learned many of them and still am learning them on guitar. I mean NOTHING BAD by these.

Opus: heavy metal  Very thick baselines, iconic metal strumming patterns, majority quick and aggressive songs. Dark themes. Tobias was just off of Repugnant and still writing very heavy songs. Holds the famed Ritual, known to be on the list as one of the most evil metal songs. Also the closest Ghost ever got to metal gallops Bands you might like if its your fav: Iron Maiden, Dio, In This Moment

Infetissumam: heavy + doom + funeral metal Those same heavy riffs now with the ‘brimestone’ sound that people like to associate with it. Lots of calliope and pipe (funeral) organ sounds. Very classic satanism themes, mixed with the trademark slow and gloomy doom metal tracks (If You Have Ghost EP veers into more classic rock territory sometimes) Bands you might like if its your fav: Candlemass, TOOL, Black Sabbath, 

Meliora: heavy + doom/gothic + rock heavy rhythm guitar with really good lead. Orchestral vocals and pipe organs, very reminiscent of catholic choirs.  The spotlight is on vocal range, backed by a lot of dark, heavy backing. Still with a hint of classic rock influence like AC/DC.  Bands you might like if its your fav: Powerwolf, Shadow Academy, Spiritbox

8 Inches: Psychedelic rock Duh. Its a take on rock music of the era. Mainly the psychedelic movement, hence the funky album art. Only put it here cause MOAC is their biggest song. Bands you probably like if its your fav: Jefferson Airplane, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple

Prequelle: heavy + fantasy metal  Almost half ballads, definitely more than half fantasy. Most songs have a whimsical feel thanks to wind instruments appearing. Still with the riffs that got them popular and the catchy choruses that Meliora introduced. Like Meliora, still some rock influence but only really obvious in Dance Macabre and Witch Image. Bands you might like if its your fav: Majestica, Elvenking, Orden Ogan

Impera: heavy metal + classic rock No one wants to hear this, no one wants to admit this but Impera absolutely draws inspo from the greats of both rock and metal: ACDC, Metallica, /Def Leppard/. I think it skirts along the line of rock and metal the same way Metallica does, but moreso in the valley of hard rock. Twenties and Griftwood is where you’ll find the heavy metal aspects. INCREDIBLY well done solos. The Griftwood solo made me buy a guitar ten years after stopping playing. Bands you might like if its your fav: Shadow Academy, Blue Oyster Cult, Foreigner

#Answers #the band ghost

[afreakingdork]

So- more fanart. Uhmmmmm the newest chapter killed me. I am dead. Deceased. Can’t make fanart anymore/j

uhhhhhh Limp, tired Donnie is adorable and made me l kick my feet, and the reader saying I see you, kskmsmdmmfjejjs. The description of his scars made me tear up and I don’t know how to feel about it. Segue, everyone talks about the reader as y/n or “the reader” is it bad I self insert??

Anyways, it was an emotional roller coaster and I’d still like to absolutely knock Donnie out (possible fanart if that happens) but- ARRRGGGHHHH ITS SO AMAZING I CAN’T- I’M SPEECHLESS

ALEXA PLAY POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME BY DEF LEPPARD!!!!! HE'S HOT STICKY AND SWEET!!!! 🥵

Omigosh, please! It is not bad that you self-insert at all. In fact that is how xreaders are intended!!! I can't speak for everyone else, but when I talk about readers, I do something similar only because I'm embarrassed to admit I self-insert. It's silly shame! I know some people see reader as someone different and then some commenters use 'we' which I think is cute because that implies they are both self inserting and they are like holding hands with reader going along for the journey! Regardless, it is how I intend the work and I'm so glad you shared with me!! 💞

THAT AND THE FANART OBVIOUSLY WHOOOOO BOY YOU'VE GIVEN ME TWO GIFTS TODAY!!?!? I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH!!!!

#ask #fanart for me #weakspotfic

[i-love-def-leppard]

my def leppard meet n greet experience 2023 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a/n: this is my personal experience that actually happened to me a few months ago. it sounds crazy but it actually happened. i have never been more grateful for an experience in my life. i love the def leppard boys with my whole heart and manifest that you all get to meet them one day as well. i hope you enjoy my story time and lmk if you all would like to hear a list of my concert highlights from being right in-front of the boys (especially joe) during the concert. i love you all and hope you enjoy my attempt at putting all my thoughts into once place haha!! ❤️❤️

okay everyone! storytime.

SOOO…back in february i did the meet n greet package with def leppard and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. so, as i was waiting in line i was FREAKING out obviously!!!! when it was my sister and i’s turn to go next, they pulled back the curtain and the boys were standing right in front of us on the little platform that they stood on to maintain the 6 foot distance that they are keeping for their meet n greets (sadly because i want to shake their hands but i completely respect their choice). my heart is racing just thinking back on it.

then, i remember walking in and saying hi to all of them but i remember not being able to look away from joe. HIS EYES! they literally drew me in. they are unbelievable to see in person and are unreal. i don’t even have the words to describe it. they are cat-like if that makes any sense. ANNDDDDD he was wearing dark red which sent me over the edge! anywaysss, i walked in and my sister and i said “hi” to all of them and i was able to say a few things to them which are kinda irrelevant for this storytime but all that matters is that I MADE THEM LAUGH!!! i remember hearing sav laugh the loudest…i am so proud of myself. then after i finished briefly talking, i turned around to the camera man so he could take the pictures. i put my arm around my sister as we waited for him to finish and LET ME TELL YOU…it was SOOOO scary standing in-front of them because i knew they were all just standing behind me! the people i have been idolizing for years are just standing there. it is so intimidating but so thrilling!

to continue…the camera man says to us that he got the pictures he wanted which sadly meant it was time for us to leave. as i was walking out from the curtained off room we were in, i made sure to look behind me and walk kind of side ways so i could take them in for as long as possible. now here is where it gets good. as me and my sister were walking out i told them “thank you” and that it was so great to meet them when joe said, “bye ladies i hope you enjoy the show” as he reached out with both hands (in a little wave) and leaned forward to us. THEN…it is at this exact moment when i saw his eyes trail down my body and back up with a smirk on his face. LIKE OMG ITS GETTING HOT IN HERE YALL!!!!!!!!!!

at this point i was absolutely losing my shit and couldn’t even talk. when we left the curtain my sister goes “*my name* DID YOU SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT YOU AT THE END?!” and i said “UM YESSSS WHAT THE ACTUAL F***?!” so yeah. woah.

now guys. it’s been months since this has happened and i am still in the recovery process. like what?! i feel so lucky and grateful to have been able to meet the boys and experience that night. now i have become even more obsessed.

i cannot stress enough how sweet they were and it is so easy to tell that they are all genuinely amazing people. i have so much respect for them.

also i was able to get front and center at the barricade for the concert and joe kept looking at me and at my tits. he would look at me during the songs and i could see his eyes trail down MULTIPLE times. joe hun…you aren’t as sly as you think haha! it’s so weird to type out but it actually happened which is even crazier! and now…i know some of y’all might think i am being de-lulu but I have people to back up these occurrences. anddd my joe hoes already know that he can be a little slutty at times even at his current age. (he has had many slutty eras lol) i mean just listen to him sing pour some sugar on me during the concerts lol 😏😏

also from this, you all should take notes to wear something similar to what i wore if you want joe to notice you. because he clearly enjoyed it. i wore a low cut red cropped corset top with black leather pants and black platform boots. and yes i wore red on purpose because i knew it was joe’s favorite color. i also wore the leather pants because it gave me rockstar gf vibes and also made my butt look good lol. red long acrylic nails too!

alright. okay. wow, that was a lot of words. thanks for reading all of this if you have gotten all the way down here. this is not my usual content but i personally love hearing other people’s experiences so i figured i’d share mine. i appreciate you all!

p.s. i am super tempted to add my picture in here from the meet n greet with me and my sister but i prefer to stay anonymous. i hope you all can understand as much as i would love to show it <3

hugs and kisses to you all from i-love-def-leppard 🫶🏻

#def leppard #joe elliott #rick savage #phil collen #rick allen #vivian campbell #steve clark #defleppardmeetandgreetexperience

[make-me-your-animal]

Okay okay okay

So

Def leppard things that made me fall absolutely in love with this band more then I already am.

Phil smiled at me so many times and also mouthed that he liked my jacket

Joe held eye contact with me while singing which was very sweet.

Vivian waved at me

AHHHH

also, I got a phil pick, not that I think he was throwing it at me, but it was in my general direction, and it ended up in my hand after bouncing off the floor in front of me.

Also phil pinched Rick's ass (side of ass? Side of thigh?) When he passed during the acoustic set and that was adorable.

Joe dedicated this guitar to Steve's family and steve.

[theold-ultraviolence]

No One Like You (SIDE A)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader // available on ao3

Summary: The prospect of life after graduation year loomed heavily on your mind, just as your unspoken feelings for your best friend, Eddie Munson, were getting too difficult to contain. On a spur of courage, you decide to finally confess, through a language that both you and Eddie understood far better than words.

masterlist // TRACK 08

TRACK 09. Hysteria, Def Leppard

‘…Out of touch, out of reach, yeah

You could try to get closer to me

I'm in luck, I'm in deep, yeah

Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees…’

He’s up at the crack of dawn on Monday, before Wayne can get the chance to open his eyes and prevent him from cutting school. 

He knows it’s true love because no force of nature known to man could get him to wake up this early, on a Monday of all days. The photo lab doesn’t even open until 9 AM, so he’ll just drive around, listen to your mixtape and burn time until he’s right there at their doorstep like the annoying customer that everyone despises. 

He decides he’s gonna drive down to school, park somewhere at a safe distance from the entrance, just to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. He pulls up by the cliffside of the woods, and true enough, there you are, pulling up on your bike already in your gym clothes, as that was the first class you had on Mondays… 

“Why would they do that to us!?” You’d complain to him every time, on the odd occasion that you did cut class to hang out with him instead behind the bleachers or out in the woods.  “Who puts gym first thing in the morning on the curriculum!?”

He adored the sight of you, all pouty and soft around the edges in your worn, forest green shorts and gray shirt, in total contrast to the cigarette you held between your fingers, before passing it back to Eddie… 

On the fly, he hops out of his van and slithers around the mass of students, trying to remain unnoticed, pulling the collar of his leather jacket up to his ears and wrapping his bandana around his head to disguise his signature head of brunette hair. 

He scurries to the back of the building once the first bell of the day rings, ready to climb up the tree and perch himself on the railing of the gym’s opened window like an absolute madman. 

You’re hunched over, sitting on the bench with your head propped on your hands, looking bored out of your mind and miserable as ever. If he didn’t know any better, he’d know it’s just because you hate to be made to play volleyball first thing in the morning, with a group of people you don’t like… 

“...Seriously, Eds, why can’t we have gym class together? Why can’t we have every class together, it would make everything better. I know you wouldn’t pick me last if you were a team captain.”  

“Awww, you flatter me!” He had batted his eyelashes at you, gesturing with his hand so wildly that it had sent cigarette ash all over the table. 

“Shut up!”  

“Nah, but I agree. Maybe that way I wouldn’t be failing Mrs. O’Donnell’s, I could just copy your answers and score an instant A.” 

“Wow, so that’s all I am to you, huh?” You’d said with a full grin on your face and eyes sparking with mischievous joy. “Someone to bribe to get the answers to your homework?”

“You know that’s not true, babe…” 

But you’re not miserable because you have to endure your morning stuck with the normies. Even from a distance he just knows that the way in which your mouth is downturned and how your sad eyes seem to be focusing on nothing in particular is all his fault. 

But it won’t be long now. If all goes according to plan, by tomorrow he’ll have you in his arms to soothe all ills from your precious heart and make up for the time that was lost. 

As if sensing eyes on you, you turn directly towards the gym’s window – making him jump back down on his feet instantly, wobbling on his feet to stand when he hits the concrete. 

He should really learn to be more discreet. 

Otherwise you’re gonna be out there thinking you’re hallucinating his dumb ass everywhere and might end up changing your mind about him. 

– 

The clerk of the photolab – some guy he recognizes from chemistry class a few years ago, who had already graduated – huffs and rolls his eyes as he pulls up to unlock the door of the store upon spotting Eddie’s figure sitting on the pavement with his back to the wall. 

“Munson.” The kid flatly acknowledges without making eye-contact. 

“Hey, man!” 

By now Eddie was used to people being put off by him so he doesn’t sweat about it – and he knows from experience that the first costumer of the day fucking sucked balls, so he tries to be as nice as he could and don’t take – Charlie, the name tag read – Charlie’s attitude to heart as he waits for him to get everything set before dumping a huge stack of film negatives on the counter. 

“‘Kay, we’ll have these ready by Monday, next week.” 

“What!” 

That wouldn’t do. That just wouldn’t fucking do, this operation is time-sensitive! 

“Hey man, Look! I need to have these ready by tomorrow, please! It’s urgent. Is that good?” 

He tries to give Charlie his best puppy eyes, palms opened in a pleading gesture because he just couldn’t grab Charlie by the lapels of his blue vest to plead that he’d do this one favor for him, even when they never interacted at all back in the day. 

“Tomorrow!? Are you insane, Munson!? This process just isn’t done overnight. And our best developer moved to California. We’re neck deep in orders ‘till next week.”  

“No, no, no man! This is important, please! What do you want me to do?” 

Fucking Charlie doesn’t even budge to his pathetic begging. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie. That’s just how the thing goes.” 

“Alright, alright, alright, I got it.” 

He puts his tin lunchbox on the counter with a loud thud. 

Everybody that was in need in Hawkins High, knew just what kind of lunch Eddie carried in that infamous box of his and it didn’t have anything to do with peanut butter and jelly. 

“What’s it gonna take, huh? Special price, just for you, man. Whatta ya want?” 

Eddie opens the lid and Charlie’s eyes brighten so quickly he has to do a double take to make sure he’s not already stoned by sight alone. Cautiously he reaches his hand to push away the bag of pretzels and Eddie’s wallet, which clouds the view from a bundle that’s tightly sealed in plastic wrapping. 

“When do you need this, exactly?” Charlie asks, finally lifting his gaze to stare directly at Eddie. 

“As soon as possible man! Think you can get them ready tomorrow?” 

“Wednesday tops, that’s the best I can do, but it might be Thursday if my manager catches me sneaking this order in.” He says as he reaches for his own wallet after Eddie tells him what the price with discount would be. 

“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, man, I could kiss you!” 

“Just take the money,” Charlie giggles nervously, “Now, get out of here, Munson.”    

“THANK YOU!” 

He sprints out the door with an uncontainable grin and a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders, now that at least part of his big master plan is being taken care of. Now all he needs to do is cruise down to Reefer Rick’s to see if he got the second part of his gift all set up.   

He walks down the street to where he parked his van when he’s suddenly being called by a tune that’s all too familiar as he’s lived with it for the entire weekend…

…Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees

I gotta know tonight

If you're alone tonight

Can't stop this feeling…

It’s coming from inside the Radioshack store, and he can’t help but walk inside, if only to bask in the magical, mysterious coincidence of it playing in this specific time. 

The employees eye him suspiciously as he wanders aimlessly through the aisles of electronics, until he reaches one corner of the store where they have a mounted TV, with the actual video of Def Leppard’s Hysteria playing on MTV.  

And ohhh, how fitting it is. 

The video shows a group of couples, dancing and twirling around in a dark warehouse-type of setting, with the band playing atop a stage. They’re only illuminated by a couple of overhead lights with the rest filtering in through the windows, with moonbeams showering each couple in a hazy, dream-like manner. 

The couples are diverse, but there’s one in particular in which the camera focuses on from time to time – a guy with long hair and a leather jacket much like his own, and his partner clad in denim. 

They could’ve easily been the both of you. 

The video even lingers on them, separated from the rest, even showing them in a sunlit scene once the song drives off to the yearning guitars of the bridge. 

“Sir, do you need something?”    

An employee interrupts his daydreaming, and in the trail that his eyes make to look at the guy, his sight catches something that makes everything in his head click.  

“Yeah, actually I think I do…” he replies, looking at a shelf with the newest JVC camcorders. 

“How much does one of those cost?” 

When the employee lists the price he can’t help but whistle defeatedly – If only he hadn’t given a significant portion of his stash to goddamn Charlie man, he would’ve been able to cover the cost of the camcorder, easily. 

He lifts up his gaze again to the video without paying much attention to it, as his mind flies off to the written pages of your last letter… 

– 

My dearest Eddie, 

This is it, the last one. I feel like I’ve been writing for so long now, it feels strange to reach the end of my tale. I know the last couple of letters have been real downers, so I want to leave you with a brighter note. 

‘I get hysteria when you’re near.’ 

Didn’t Def Leppard just aced it with these lyrics? Such effortlessly put. That’s just it. Whenever you’re around, my heart instantly does a little flip and it doesn’t ease until we’ve both said our goodbyes for the night.  

‘When you get that feeling, can you believe it?’ 

For so long, I thought the feeling didn’t exist. I had started to believe that there was no such thing as finding true love, finding your person. Made-up bullshit invented by the candy companies to sell chocolate on Valentine’s Day, by production studios to sell their newest rom-com with the hottest star in Hollywood. 

I’ve seen the couples all around me in the halls at school and I couldn’t understand how two people just got together like that? What did they feel? How did they feel? Is it like some sort of pull? How do you choose your person, and what are the odds that that person will choose you? 

‘It’s such a magical mysteria.’ 

See? Even Def Leppard can’t explain. 

‘When you get that feeling, better start believing, cause it’s a miracle.’ 

And it is a miracle. 

I had already lost hope, Eddie. Had started to get used to the fact that maybe I was not meant to discover what that felt like, not meant to experience it. Maybe I’m part of the people that’s meant to be alone, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t need anyone to complete you, and I don’t feel like I’m missing a part of me at all. I’ve just…always longed to have someone by my side, not to fill a void but to share my life with. To walk side by side as we unfold the paths we’re meant to trail as life goes on. Someone to laugh and cry with, to struggle and celebrate with. 

And I always wanted to feel that little magical feeling the songs talk about. 

Hysteria by Def Leppard had never made sense to me until I met you. 

And suddenly I couldn’t stop this feeling of hysteria in my heart every time you’re near me. When I get that magical, unexplainable feeling, there’s nothing more to do than to start believing. 

You make me believe that it’s still possible for me. 

And as Joe Elliot so wonderfully says, 

‘Dream me off my feet, oh believe in me.’

Here’s to believing, Eddie.   

I end my letters to you, hoping that we’ll be happy, no matter what happens. 

That’s what love is, I’ve learned. Hoping for happiness, and believing in happiness, regardless of the circumstance. 

With all my love, 

(Y/N). 

… He doesn’t hesitate then. 

He’s gonna end up broke as shit but it would be so, so worth it. 

You’re worth everything and more. 

– 

Your heart feels a little bit hollow when Friday rolls around and you haven’t heard from Eddie.   

You’re convinced he's avoiding you. He has to be, right? After he drove off like that?  

When you’d ask around with the Hellfire Club, they’d all told you the same thing; that he wasn’t answering their calls, that he hadn’t been to any of his classes, or even band practice. 

Had your letters been so cringeworthy that he had to flee from town? Fuck, what an idiot, you shouldn’t have done that, you knew you’d spook him away! 

The chime of the last Friday bell grants you enough presence of mind to cut the flow of those intrusive thoughts and at least make it to your locker in one fluid motion. You’re just aching to grab your books for the weekend and get the hell out of here, order some junk food and wallow inside a fort of blankets. Maybe watch a rom-com, to add more insult to injury. 

But when you open your locker, your heart stops – feels like it’s about to teeter down right to your stomach. 

There’s this chunky, caramel brown binder that could barely fit with the rest of your books and an envelope that’s peeking through its pages. 

You take a look around to either side of you, down the halls, to make sure this isn’t some kind of sick joke; maybe someone that had gotten a hold of your own letters to Eddie and decided to pull a prank on you, but everyone’s too preoccupied with rushing to the main halls for the weekend. 

You tread carefully as you open the envelope, and pull out a simple piece of paper with messy handwriting that reads,  

“Sweet child o’ mine, this is for you…” 

E. M. 

– 

‘Oh it's a miracle

Oh say you will, oh babe

Say you will

Get closer to me, get closer baby’

(Up next: TRACK 10. Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns N' Roses)

taglist: @sweet--em

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #reader insert #stranger things #fanfiction #joseph quinn #friends to lovers #romance #slow burn #my writing #no st4 spoilers

[wantbytaemin]

Hi! Hope this doesn't take too much of your time! 😅

3, 5, 13, 18, 23, 29, 30.

oh don’t be silly you of all people would know how much i love to talk 🥰 however this IS proving to be a much larger scale endeavour than i expected bc i did get a lot (or way more than i expected!) which i love so much but i am kinda sleepy atp and so apologies if it’s not as wordy or eloquent as it may have been otherwise!

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

already said view by shinee and that’s definitely theeee summer song to me but let’s add i’m on fire by bruce springsteen and i honestly couldn’t tell you why bc it’s literally not even a summer song i just associate it with summer sooo much like you’re home alone after a bonfire and you can’t even fall asleep with how hot it is but you’re not sure if it’s from the summer heat or the intensity of your desire. SO summer to me ❤️‍🔥

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

like it by shinee!!! my number one song on 2023 wrapped and one that i will play SO loud it busts my ear drums and love it each time. i need that instrumental and those gorgeous angelic adlibs IN my headdddd it’s SO fucking GOOOOOD

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

i said raspberry beret in an earlier ask and i wanna add another song i coincidentally also listened to today - pour some sugar on me by def leppard ! so good btw when they say they can’t get enough they’re not lying

18:A song from the year that you were born

i actually had to look this one up and got so pleasantly surprised when i saw fantasy by mariah carey!! 🦋💓 one of my fav mariah songs heheee

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to

adding on to the already mentioned freedom by beyoncé and eat your young by hozier i actually don’t think everybody should listen bc it will for sure make me lose my mind and start crying if i’m not in the right headspace so tread carefully but i also think it’s such a beautiful piece of lgbt art - send my love to john by rina sawayama about her friend’s formerly unaccepting mother finally accepting her son being gay. ik there’s a happy ending to the story but it’s so bittersweet in how it shapes you and your relationship to those around you but let me not get too into it! an absolutely gorgeous moving listen imo.

29: A song that you remember from your childhood

i remember so very little from my childhood jdksjdk but one of the first songs i remember listening to on the tv and asking my dad to replay over & over again was buttons by pussycat dolls i mean go figure! i was already 10 years old at that point but the only things i remember from before that are like croatian kids songs shdkdjdk

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

after the beep by tanerélle.. SO me literally every word but i shan’t get into it. let me just say it’s especially the ‘i can’t wait around baby not me’ part .. ouh she gets it

#ty 🩵 #ask game

[appetite4savage]

Morning Coffee (modern day Phil Collen)

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Request from anon: Modern Phil meets a younger girl by chance in a coffee shop

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I didn’t think I was going to grow up to be the girl in her twenties who absolutely had to have caffeine to survive. If I don’t have my regular cup of coffee, I will be a horrible person the entire day.

Just my luck. My roommate used the last coffee pod yesterday and didn’t tell me. Excellent.

The coffee shop I love to go to is just down the road from my apartment. It’s locally owned, and there’s always some sort of pet waiting for attention in the bean bag chairs put out for them. My favorites are the cats. I wish I could afford to have one of my own. 

The cold wind brushes through my hair and onto my face as I walk down the cement sidewalk to my destination. I love this time of year, but I’d much rather be curled up with a book in front of the fireplace right now.

I walk into the coffee shop and thankfully it’s not too packed. The normal shop cats are sleeping peacefully. Although, there is someone unusual ordering at the counter that I’ve never seen before. He looks familiar though. Somehow he’s wearing a shirt that is heavily unbuttoned even in the middle of winter.

I get in line behind him and wait my turn. He finished his order, and turns around, almost bumping into me.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were behind me.” He looks at me with his beautiful smile and bright eyes.

“It’s all good. I’ve never seen you in here, are you local?”

He looks at me quizzically for a moment before he answers the question.

“Um, no. I’m just in town with my bandmates for our tour.” He laughs.

It hits me like a ton of bricks when I realize who I’m speaking to right now. Phil Collen. From Def Leppard.

“I’m such an idiot.” I murmur to myself.

“It’s okay, I understand we’re probably not popular in your age group.”

“No no, I am a huge fan. My brain just doesn’t work before my morning coffee.”

“I get it, completely.” He puts a hand on my shoulder as he walks away to sit at a window booth. I immediately get butterflies.

“Are you... ready to order?” The barista snaps me out of the daze I was in.

“Oh, yes. Sorry. I’d just like my regular black coffee.”

After I received my order, I debate whether or not I should stay. As I’m about to walk out the door, a voice stops me.

“Hey, wait!“

I turn back inside to see Phil standing there.

“I’m sorry if this is odd, but you seem to be a regular here. I’d love it if you could tell me some interesting things about the city. Things to do and all.” He says to me.

“Sure.”

“Come sit with me.” He gestures over to the booth he was just sitting at. He has a visitors guide and a newspaper in front of him. I laugh at the sight.

“What’s funny?” He smiles at me.

“A newspaper and a paper visitors guide? Do you know what year it is?” I tease.

“I prefer to do things the old-fashioned way, I guess.” He shakes his head.

-

I lost track of how many hours we stayed there chatting. First we talked about things to do in the city, then our lives and how he got involved in music, and how my mom was a big fan of them. He’s actually a funny guy and very smart. I could sit here and listen to him talk forever.

“Sorry I’ve taken up so much of your day.” He scratched the back of his head.

“No worry at all. I don’t have much else to do.”

“You know…. you’re gorgeous.” He makes direct eye contact with me which stirs up the butterflies again.

I blush. “Thank you.”

“Maybe you could come along with me to the art museum you recommended?”

“I’d love that.”

He gets up and grabs my hand, leading us out the door and back into the cold winter air.

#def leppard #phil collen #rick savage #joe elliott #rick allen #vivian campbell #steve clark #def leppard fan fiction #appetite4kiedis writes

[nocompromise-noregrets]

4, 10, 12, 18, and 21 for the fic asks!

wheee, thank you! <333333

4. How many WIPs do you have right now? Hmmmm *counts on fingers* Well, there's Break You But You'll Mend and All I Want Is You, as always, plus I still have four prompts to write for Writers' Pride Month Bingo, there's a couple of winter prompts I still haven't finished, there's the one about the Twins making their choice after the end of the War of the Ring, so...about nine or ten? Oh god.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? I actually didn't expect a kiss in the cold and dark to get the response it's had - I certainly didn't expect to be writing more in that 'verse, and yet here I am :D

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it! I'm not really much of a one for playlists - I can never think what to put on them, although I am an absolute music nerd. I've made, I think, a grand total of two playlists on Spotify over the years, one for my Bard/Bofur series Ace of Spades (which is here), and one for the trip my work friend and I took to Sheffield to see Def Leppard the other week. Other than that, I tend to let Spotify shuffle tracks for me these days, I haven't really got the mental energy for anything else. I tried making a playlist for my original novel Two of a Kind, years ago, and it still only has two songs on it. XD

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? Ooooooh. Always very hard to pick, as I've written so much these days I've forgotten most of them, but here's something that rather stuck with me from a kiss in the cold and dark, to the extent that I eventually wrote a ficlet about it:

Bard nodded, he did have some faint memories of Thranduil, lying on his back in the park with his hair like a cloud all round his head, complaining bitterly about how intense his dad was being about his exams as he smoked one of the cheap cigarettes one of them had bought, a mostly-finished can of white cider held casually between his long fingers.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? No - that's not how I write. Once it's written, that's how it happened, I can't change it. Very occasionally I'll rephrase, and quite often I'll add or alter individual words when reading over, but I don't draft or edit in the way that other people appear to do. I write what the characters tell me to write, I read it over and make a few small necessary alterations, my fabulous beta @lemurious checks everything for me and then I post. I could never delete a whole scene, especially if I'd spent ages on it. For better or worse, whatever's been written stays there.

aaaa, thank you so much for asking! <333333 if anyone else wants to ask me questions about fic, please feel free!

#ask game #go on #ask me stuff! #my writing

[acelucky]

NYE Post

I love a good NYE post where I summarise the ups and downs of the year and put into thoughts what I’m looking forward to next year. I try to keep it brief, I rarely succeed. I feel this is essentially like those old fashioned round robin letters people still occasionally do in Christmas cards!

Bad bits - All the World Events/cost of living and energy crisis/War and weather aside... I finally caught covid, an old friend passed away in horrible circumstances, my dear bunny Cloud died in June, a relative has fallen very ill and may not have long left to live and at the start of the year my mental health was in shocking shape. I also broke my wrist playing 5-aside football with work in September.

The Good - I completed an amazing course of therapy which has left me feeling so much more confident and happy in myself - it really has changed my outlook on life. I saw the Francis Bacon exhibit at the Royal Academy of Arts in March, I’ve also visited several fascinating museums and exhibitions. There’s been lots of concerts, the most amazing being seeing Placebo again at Portsmouth Guildhall, seeing Joe Jackson with my dad and after years of trying to see them live, getting to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at all points east festival with @cassandrafey  My husband and I had a long road trip up to the lake district to visit his family as well as see where he grew up and visit some of my favourite places too, it was lovely. I did a 27 and a half mile walk with work for charity (The Surrey Three Peaks challenge but we got a bit lost), it was the most physically difficult thing I’ve done in my life and I was so proud of myself. For my birthday we went to Longleat Safari and stayed overnight nearby - we fed the lorikeets and the seals, it was absolutely perfect.  In October my husband and I went abroad for the first time since June 2019, we went to Rhodes, Greece and it was beautiful, relaxing and romantic. We had a lovely wedding anniversary and went to the Theatre to see Swan Lake. And finally we had a 3 night family holiday to Bruges where we experienced all the magic of late Autumn/cold crisp winter and saw all the Christmas lights.

New Year’s Resolutions - I pretty much have one this year and that is simply. To be more mindful. More mindful about what I spend my money on, what I eat, how I take care of myself, how I react to situations, what I reveal about myself at work, how much I drink at comedy gigs, what and who I spend time and energy on. 

Looking to 2023 - On the one hand next year already has some very big plans and will be busy, but due to this my plan is to keep other times quieter than usual and focus more on me and the relationships I hold dear/my home. I’ll still be performing comedy but not doing as much or chasing it, I’ll continue to run the comedy night’s I run and will still perform once or twice a month at new gigs/the best gigs/gigs worth doing and am doing a Split show at Brighton and Ventnor fringe festivals, but that’s it. I want to focus more on the funeral industry and potential career change and my writing.

Plans for 2023 - There’s a few loose ones like my husband and I hopefully going to Ireland for a week. But set in stone the biggest adventure I have is going to New Zealand with my dad in May (and a night in Singapore) to explore, show him my favourite places and see family. We have Beltane Festival at the end of April at Butser Ancient Farm and in September I’m off to Budapest with the wonderful @cassandrafey to see IAMX. Oh and we may have bought tickets to see Def Leppard and Motley Crue in London....

So that’s my re-cap for the year, whether anyone reads it or not, it strangely makes me feel better knowing I’ve written it all down and can reflect in time to come.

In the meantime, I wish you all a very Happy New Year! 

(Photos are of: Cloud the bunny, Sunset in Rhodes, me on my birthday, The Lake District with my husband, Bruges)

#NYE #Happy new year #end of year post

[lulamadison]

Get to know me!!! I got tagged by @backinblack-80 Thank you!

Favourite colour:  Red

Currently reading: Um... a whole lot of fanfic lol! Also the Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks YET again

Last song:  Def Leppard Undefeated

Last series: Chicago Fire. If you'd asked me an hour from now it would have been Cobra Kai as I'm rewatching the last 2 episodes in a bit 🤣

Last movie: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent - I thought it was cute. Definitely loved the relationship between Nic Cage and Pedro Pascal's character

Sweet, spicy or savoury: Savoury - I can't stand spicy food. Even KFC is a bit much for me 😬

What I'm working on: I am currently hopping between about 6 different Cobra Kai WIP fics - a couple of AUs, a couple of short Johnny Whump fics, and another Zombie fic, but the one closest to completion is an absolutely horrific A/B/O fic.

I'm about 14,000 words into this one and I still have no idea whether I'll even get the guts to post it because it's probably the most disturbing thing I've ever written. When I was working on it last it made me so miserable I decided I needed to stop and write a comedy instead - which is how I ended up writing For Richer, For Poorer.

I tag @wicked-jade @pohjanneito @secondclassfangirl @marycontraire No pressure though! 

Also anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't been tagged yet, consider yourself tagged now ;-)

#tag games

[strange-spaghetti]

I hate how hard it is for me to get to this site, it's just rare for me to have time & focus to open my laptop & scroll through. I do really need the influence of the content here even more so now that I'm doing shoots on the regular now. But an Update - I have a photoshoot hopefully tomorrow doing a Doom Generation vibe - I have a marketing photoshoot for a '70s themed bar this week - I'm modeling for a workmate who is an absolute killer photographer & visionary who has quite the following. He's been going through the same bullsh*t with his maybe ex (that's the bullsh*t, his ex is hanging him on even though ended the partnership??) I invited him to a kinky girls night out at a bar. We didn't win the main prize of a stripper pole but we got a penis sippy cup... - My audio & assistant camera mate & I have had these really deep conversations that are so f*cking therapeutic lmao. I'm featured in his behind the scenes documentary for the Richard Bellia shoot, that I'm eager to see. - Might be featured in my college's first ever photography magazine. I saw the other entries though & lmao! I am not nearly their quality, which yeah, I suck in comparison but I'm not going to look down on myself. Some people like prog, some people like pop. I'm just a bit rudimentary, that doesn't equate to "bad". - I'm hopefully getting my Traffic & King Crimson tattoos on Winwood's birthday ♡ Fingers crossed that that day is available. - Still struggling really bad with rumination & depression. & really wish I exercised more. - The metalhead I have a crush on in my audio class & I have something so nice! I really don't want to do anything though since I'm still in the crosshairs. But us laughing about Vince Neil & talking about Motley Crue felt so good : ) & that comes to something audio guy & I talked about yesterday, can we file away the interests & associations that are attached to specific people? It's hard for me to listen to Rush, but just now Subdivision was on the radio & as I was getting ready to turn it off, I thought it's time to do some exposure therapy, like dude I liked Rush before I met the ex so? So I'm trying to file away & make new associations. Every time the metalhead & I talk music it's always Pink Floyd, Metallica, Megadeth, Judas Priest, & Def Leppard & now yesterday Motley Crue. 3/4 of those 6 bands are affiliated with the ex & a lot of my knowledge comes from him so it's kind of f*cked. Maybe I'll get the metalhead into new wave or prog, even though he's trying to get out of his " '80s rut " babe, not a rut haha.

But yeah, things are progressing & I'm excited but holy sh*t, the depression waves hit so hard. & I keep having difficult dreams.

[w3ap0n-0f-mass-d1v1n1ty]

Return of the Queen

Hey, hi, so um...I'm very new to tumblr and I have absolutely NO idea what I'm doing yet but... I've been working on this fanfic of Stranger Things and since I know a lot of people post fanfics on here I thought I might give it whirl. I tried looking up other people's to see how this is done here but just ended up confusing myself lol!

I don't have a word count or a synopsis right now because it's literally all just written in my notepad and I have no idea where I'm gonna go with it but I've written two and a half chapters so far and I'm gonna post them individually :)

As far as warnings go, this is what I would put for this chapter:

-Mild swearing -Losing a parent/Death -Very mild smut

Chapter One Every rose has its thorn; just like every night has its dawn

Monday; March 3rd, 1986 - Hawkins, Indiana

Well this is just fantastic. It's March, with 2 1/2 months left in the semester, and I've somehow managed to land right back here - in the last place on Earth that I want to be...

Hawkins High School

Leave it to my family to just completely fall apart in the 9th inning of my entire childhood career. High School is a drag as it is without having to uproot yourself at the end of your SENIOR year and go back to where it all started. I would have been fine! I'm 17. I'm old enough to make it on my own for 3 months...but no. Dear old Daddy made sure if anything happened to him before I turned 18 that I would go stay with his sister, my aunt Debbie. So here I am; back in bumfuck Hawkins, Indiana. When I was a little girl, and up until we moved away, I loved this town. I was so mad when he made us move...but now I miss Chicago. I really fell in love with the city during my almost three years there with my Dad, living in a small apartment just outside of downtown. It was hard at first to get used to such a change, but that all went away when I realized how much easier it is to go to concerts when you live in a major U.S. city! At my first one, Def Leppard was the headliner. We moved to Chicago in November of 1983 - 10 months after the release of Pyromania, so they were on tour. It was AWESOME! Just over a year later, I somehow managed to convince my VERY protective father to let me go to the Metallica concert while they were on tour for their Ride the Lightning album. I was hooked. Goodbye, Hawkins; hellooooo Chicago!

...Or so I thought.

Winter in the Windy City can be rough. It's cold, icy, and it's a big city which means it comes with big-city problems. We made it through the first one alright...but the second one, not so much. On February 14th, a huge thunderstorm rolled in just after lunchtime and it didn't let up the whole rest of the day. The temperature was way below freezing and had been for a couple of days. The roads were frozen and so were the people, but Dad still had to work so we could stay afloat. He had been sick for about a week. It started out as a cold but it got worse and didn't go away. He left early in the morning to go to work at 104.7 WCLF Radio Station as part of their janitorial staff. He worked all day, sick as a dog, because he was determined to make sure I was taken care of. He got off work around 5:30 that evening, and started down to his 1965 Pontiac Tempest. At 18 years old and with very little routine care, it was a miracle the damn thing started at all. It took 30 minutes just to heat up a little, and that wasn't even enough to unfreeze the windshield. Dad was in a rush to get home. He should have waited, but he didn't. I was always telling him it was better to wait for the windshield to thaw than to end up in a wreck but he didn't listen. He cleared it as much as he could with his scraper and the sleeve of his coat, like he always did, and headed home. Problem was, it was still raining and it was still below freezing. Combine that with not being able to see out of your windshield and...well...

No more Valentine's Day for me I guess.

I moved in with my aunt right after the funeral, and she took care of setting all my Dad's remaining affairs in order. What little inheritance he had saved for me is in a safety deposit box until I officially turn 18. I miss my Dad. I rag on him a lot because of the decisions he's made...but he was my best friend and my biggest supporter. My Mom - a drifter that rolled into Hawkins for a summer - took off as soon as she could safely get rid of me. I'm not sure if I want to believe that she knew she wouldn't be able to care for me and just elected to give me the best chance with my Dad or if she just hated me that much, but either way...she wasn't a part of my life. It was just me and my Dad. His brother and his sister helped of course. Gramma was gone by the time I was 5. She smoked like a freightrain for 40 years, so no one was really suprised when she booked it out of here early. Uncle Roger moved away about a year or two before we did. He's somewhere in upstate New York with a fancy, uppity wife named Stefani. Yes, StefAWHni...not Stephanie. Whatever, man. You know?

Great...I'm late for English. I knew I should have skipped breakfast this morning. Oh well, Mrs. Gerta will get over it. She's only about a million years old...maybe I'll get lucky and she won't even notice me coming in. It could be a lot worse...I could have had to walk to school. I got lucky in that regard. My aunt's...boyfriend? I don't think she was ever married...anyway, her partner passed away about 6 months ago leaving her with his 1977 Maserati Kyalami and enough money to buy her dream car and pay off her house. She was gonna sell his car, but she didn't really want to. So when I came to stay, license in hand, she decided to let me drive the Maserati until I can afford to buy my own wheels. It's not too shabby...but it's no Firebird either. I am grateful to have something though. Dad had promised me the Tempest as soon as he could get a new car...I almost ralphed when he told me but I knew better than to be ungrateful for a car, even if it was a piece of junk. Of course, it was totaled in the wreck. So I would have had nothing if not for Jim's Maserati and my aunt's generosity. I open the heavy, wooden door as gingerly as possible, trying to slip in undetected but...

"Miss Morrison!" Ah, shit...she saw me. Mrs. Gerta's shrill voice gained the attention of every pair of eyes in the room. "Glad you've decided to grace us with your presence. I would have thought after a week at our school you'd know your way around. Please, take your seat and begin reading your copy of The Great Gatsby in silence with the rest of the class. There will be a quiz over the chapters you should have covered at the end of the hour." I fumbled over a half-assed apology and sat down in my seat as quickly as possible. I loved English, but nobody could take something you love and turn it into something so non-triumphant like Mrs. Gerta could. She made it her life's mission to compete with all the girls in her class for the boys' attention. Grody. She's old enough to be our great-grandmother... I shiver at the thought. I'd rather just sit this class out. After English is History with Coach Foreman, followed by a stimulating Latin class taught by Mr. Smith, then Biology with Mr. Kloeck, then - at long last - lunch. At least at lunch I can put on my headphones and block it all out. The noise, the people...the memories.

The first week of school was an absolute drag. New hallways, new locker locations and combinations, new teachers with new names and attitudes, and COMPLETELY different classes. I wasn't taking any of the classes I had been taking in Chicago because...guess what? Horrid Hawkins didn't have any. Literally. No art, no choir, no drama for starters. No honors classes, which I previously mentioned. This place is awful. It could be much worse though. At least most of the people that I knew from before are gone now - graduated - and most of the ones my age, thank God, just don't remember me. I was suprised at first - given that it's such a small town and usually small towns have a hard time forgetting things or people... but when I heard about all the stuff that's been going on around here over the past few years, I could see where there could be a general kind of "out of sight, out of mind" mass dementia. Honestly, half the stuff I've heard I don't even know if I can believe. It all sounds so bizarre... I thought people were pranking me at first, until I saw the display case full of memorials from students who had died or disappeared. How anyone stays here is beyond me. I guess most of them are just resistant to change. Most people that live in Hawkins have been here their entire lives. Change isn't something most people like, especially in a small town. I think I'll just stick to school and my aunt's house. Nothing weird happening there and I have all the niche hangout spots I could ask for.

I passed the "quiz" with flying colors. Of course, I'm used to Chicago teacher's tests and I'd read The Great Gatsby once before...as a Freshman. Yeah, in Chicago I took the Honors classes - the ones Hawkins does not offer. So I'm in with the rest of the "normal" people and rereading this awful, depressing book. I mean, really...who wants to read about some guy going to all that trouble to get the girl, just to not get the girl? Gag me with a spoon! Besides, I'm not big into the mushy romance stuff anyway. History was a snooze-o-rama, but it's easy enough to get through. Biology is almost always intriguing, even if Mr. Kloeck is the biggest lame-o I've ever seen. Latin is harder. I won't say I didn't doze off a time or two. I probably would have slept through the whole class, but the kid that sits next to me - a freshman named Dustin - is hilarious! He does a good job of keeping me entertained when I can keep my eyes open. Today, he asked me about the ornate black, silver and ruby ring that I wear on a chain around my neck - which I immediately tucked into my shirt and declined to answer. He didn't bug me about it, thankfully, and then he started going on about his D&D club "Hellfire". He's so nerdy and cute in a little-brother kind of way. Once he gets talking about something he likes, he could go on and on for the entire class; which is great for me because I'm not much of a talker, so it's nice to have conversation with someone who just lets me listen. I love Dungeons & Dragons. I used to play all the time as a freshman with my own group... but I wasn't about to let him know that. No, sir. The less attached I get to people here, the better. As soon as I graduate, it's back to Chicago.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. Lunch actually wasn't bad today. I sat in the back corner table like I always do and they were serving steak fingers with mashed potatoes and gravy and those delicious hot rolls that I love. I don't know how they make them but my GOSH they're good! After lunch, I have Algebra with Miss Schwitz. Lame. Then I get to play Library Aide for Ms. Rice which I absolutely adore. It's quiet, I get to listen to music, AND I get to read. I don't get bothered much in there because not many people really come in. It's most triumphant. Then I end the day in shop with Mr. Hendricks. It's not too bad. I like learning all the stuff in there because it helps me feel more independent - like I can take care of myself. You know? After all the crap I've been through, I don't ever want to have to depend on anyone again...

#fanfiction #female reader #stranger things #hawkins #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #dustin henderson #chapter one #fanfic #fanfics #fanfic writing #heterosexual

[haylorology]

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Our Interview with Taylor Swift

November 2, 2008 Channel Guide Contributor

Taylor Swift may have been born two years after Def Leppard released its best-selling album, 1987’s massively successful Hysteria, but don’t you dare question her fan credibility. She’s been listening to the band since birth — even earlier, in fact. Needless to say, the 18-year-old country star, whose self-titled debut has sold more than 3 million copies since its release in October 2006, is as excited as anyone that she’ll be sharing a stage with her hard-rock heroes during CMT Crossroads: Def Leppard and Taylor Swift, premiering Nov. 7 on CMT. We spoke with Swift, as well as Def Leppard vocalist Joe Elliott and guitarist Phil Collen about their upcoming collaboration.

How did this episode of “Crossroads” materialize? Was it really as simple as you saying in the press, “I want to do this thing with Def Leppard,” and then they called and said, “Let’s do it”? Taylor Swift: Oh, it was a little bit more interesting than that. I went on tour with Tim [McGraw] and Faith [Hill] last summer, and I found out through the grapevine that Tim and Faith’s tour manager was [Def Leppard drummer] Rick Allen’s brother. … So I started totally geeking out. … I walked up to Robert Allen, the tour manager, and said, “Is there any way that I could have your brother’s number?” And he said, “Um, no. But I could maybe arrange a phone call.”

So one day I was just sitting on my bus hanging out and Robert Allen brings his phone on the bus and says, “Here, I’ve got someone on the phone for you.” I get on the phone, and it’s this guy with a British accent named Rick Allen. I was like, “Hi, you don’t know who I am at all. You don’t know me or my music, probably, but I’m a new country artist, my name is Taylor and there’s this thing on CMT, which is Country Music Television, where they pair up rock acts with country acts and it’s a concert called Crossroads. My dream Crossroads partner is you guys, and I would really like it if you would do that with me — could you do that with me?” And he was probably thinking, “Who is this kid?” And I said, “So, do you think that you could think about that?” and he was like, “Well, uh, maybe I could ask the guys about it. Good talking to you.” So, I basically threw it out there that I really wanted to do a Crossroads with them, and then I didn’t hear anything for, like, six months. I was like, “Eh, yeah, that probably didn’t work. I probably freaked him out, like, in stalker mode.”

I got a call from my record label like maybe six or seven months after that phone call, and they said, “Def Leppard just called. You’re on their radar, they know who you are, they’ve heard your music and they’re interested in the Crossroads.” And I was really excited about it.

Since then, have you met the band in person? I have never met the band in person. My whole band has met their band — and they’re absolutely so in love with them it’s not even funny — but I had a previous obligation when they were in Nashville so I wasn’t able to go.

So what is it going to be like for you when you actually walk into a room with these guys for the first time? It’s going to be amazing to walk in and see these people and meet them. I’ve listened to their music since I was a little kid. My mom listened to Def Leppard when she was pregnant with me. It’s pretty much ingrained into my genetics that I am to love Def Leppard, so it’s really cool to get to do this with them.

How do you prepare for something like this? I mean, it’s not just a normal show — you have to learn some of their songs, they have to learn your songs. How’s that going to work? Well, I think we’re going to pick five songs out of their enormous catalog of smash hits and pick five songs of mine, work them up and have the Def Leppard versions of my songs and, I guess, countrify some of their songs. It’ll be kind of fun.

Are there any songs that you’re going to push for? I need to do “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and “Photograph.”

What’s going to be more exciting — to hear them do one of your songs or to be able to do one of their songs with them? To be able to play one of their songs with them is going to be awesome.

Do you see some common ground between what you do and what they do? I think we both like to write songs about relationships and love and how people make other people feel. That’s why I’ve always been able to relate to their songs and maybe be influenced by their songs.

Your music blurs the line between country and pop/rock. Where does that sound come from, and what other artists have influenced you? I was very influenced by Sheryl Crow and Shania Twain, and the things that they did with their music, where it was very relatable to everybody. That’s not my goal — I don’t sit down and say, “Let’s write a song that’s relatable to everybody, with a melody that could be played on both pop and country radio.” That’s not at all my thought process. My thought process is just, “Let’s write a song about what just happened yesterday with this guy.” When I sit down and write a song, I’m writing the song for the person that I’m writing the song about. I’m only thinking about what they’re going to hear when they hear the song. The fact that everybody else is going to hear it is just sort of an added bonus.

You’ve got a new album called “Fearless” coming out Nov. 11. What should you fans expect from this one? I like to write songs about boys and love and relationships, and that’s what I’ve got on this album just like I did on the first album. So it’s more of that, except with two more years of maturing, I guess. I don’t like to sit down and have a game plan for how an album’s going to turn out. I just like to put the best songs that I’ve written on an album, and put as many songs on it as I can possibly put it, and release as many songs as I can possibly release, and hope for the best. That’s what we did for the first album and hopefully we get similar results with the second album. I’m really excited about it. I coproduced this album, as well as wrote every song on it, so it’ll be really fun.

Are there any songs in particular that you can’t wait for people to hear? There’s a song called “You Belong With Me.” It’s about being in love with someone who doesn’t even know it, and they’ve got a really snobby, annoying, mean girlfriend who always brings them down. And, you’re like, “Come on, you belong with me. You should be with me, not her” — which was a really fun concept for me to sing about. Also, there’s a song called “15” that is probably the most personal song I’ve written, and a song called “Fearless,” which is about the best first date I’ve ever had.

You’re sort of in a unique position in that you’re still young but you’re already sort of a veteran in the music business. What have you learned over the past four of five years that has helped you get to where you are right now? That life lessons count on a really grand scale when you’re in the music industry. It’s the things that you’re taught when you’re a little kid, like “Treat people the way that you would want to be treated.” You never know who you’re talking to. And that advice goes with the music industry or it goes with life. Treat people the way you want to be treated. … Also, be competitive but never be jealous.

Have you had some negative experiences in the business? You always play shows where you feel like you didn’t “bring it” to the stage or the sound was terrible or the crowd wasn’t really that fun. Or you have nights where you feel like nobody likes you and you have mornings where you just roll out of bed and you’re not a fun person to deal with for a couple of hours. Everybody does that. I think the most amazing thing about being in the music industry is that I kind of thought that all my heroes were like these superheroes that wore capes and were a little superhuman, but you realize that they all have bad days and they all have days where they’re really cranky and they don’t want to get out of bed. They just want to lay in bed and watch TV, and I think it’s really fun to allow yourself to have a few days like that, but the rest of the time be really thankful that you are where you are.

Just to use Def Leppard as a frame of reference — they’ve been around for 30 years and they just debuted at No. 5 on the charts with their latest album. Do you want to be in this business 30 years from now? I would love to make music for the next 30 years. I don’t know if I want to be walking red carpets in 30 years. In 30 years, I’ll be 48 and I’ll have wrinkles — because we’re probably not going to get rid of wrinkles surgically — and I’m probably going to have some gray hairs. I think [one of] the people that I’ve seen gracefully do this [has] been Emmylou Harris — she’s so beautiful. I think people like that — I really aspire to be like them because I think she’s so very elegantly continued to make music. It’s not about fame for her, it’s about music.

There has been a lot of focus recently on who you may or may not be dating. Is it weird for you that people seem to care so much about your personal life or is that just something that comes with the job? I think I pay more attention when people write articles about my music. My personal life is something that people have been loving to write about lately. You know, I have a great life. I didn’t think I was going to get to do this. I didn’t think people were going to care who I go to dinner with and hang out with. The whole personal life thing, I look at it like I didn’t expect to be in this position and every day is a bonus day. I can take that with all the good stuff that I’ve been given. It’s not my favorite part, that people have a microscope on who I’m dating, but hey, whatever.

https://www.channelguidemag.com/tv-news/2008/11/02/our-interview-with-taylor-swift/

I didn’t realize Taylor was so young, can’t imagine doing all this at 18

#thank you for the ask u lovely anon #ask #anon

[pyroleppardmania]

Hello!!! Back for a few days

I thank you for all the tags and chain messages, the games, which I have not been able to answer and I have not been able to participate because my career has kept me too busy and now I am in the brand new winter holidays, but also, I am in a group of girls where we talk about football and other things related to the club we are fans of that also keeps me entertained and away from tumblr. On the other hand, things are not good in my life, on a sentimental level, love keeps running away from me and health, it's another disaster because things are not good and I wanted to go back to doing something I really like and it seems that I won't be able to… absolute sadness. I did some works in class that have to do with Def Leppard and others that I haven't finished yet, but, I'll bring the ones already finished and approved by my teachers so you can like and reblog them if you like them =B I would name all the accounts that have remembered me in my absence, but I don't want to leave anyone out, but yes, yes, eternally grateful to @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi because wherever there was a picture of Sav, he always had me in mind for the tag, thanks, bestie. Now yes, back to the usual schedule of posting all about Def Leppard as usual.

#me

[wwekayfabequeen]

Take Advantage | Randy Orton Story  (Part One - Intro)

Randy Orton x OC (additionally with some very light Jeff Hardy x OC because that’s how I roll...)

Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  

Warning: Mentions of alcohol and blurred lines in this chapter. Some sexual themes.

Background/Recap: After a big mistake at summer slam, OC (Y/N) finds herself in an even more precarious situation with The Viper. 

Word Count: 1517

Author Note: I’ve had this written up for a while and am only just now posting. I’d say just use your imagination on the timeline, please, as I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly where I wanted it to be. If you enjoy and want to read part 2 (which has some hard smut) please let me know!

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It had been a long night at Summer Slam. I had been invited to a party at the hotel to wrap up the event.  I had been an on-screen manager for Matt Hardy for a while and had been declared “one of the boys,” by him and his brother Jeff. When they decided to throw a party in their suite, I knew they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hoped the party would be relatively small, but I had no way of knowing. I arrived at the door to the suite wearing a tied-up Def Leppard tee and a pair of tight black shorts, and my worn-out Timberland's, figuring it all would be pretty casual. It was a completely different look than my ringside glam attire, though my hair and makeup were still done from earlier in the night. Though my hair was let down for the curls to fall loosely rather than pulled up into a ponytail.

I was greeted by Jeff who immediately pulled me into a huge hug, my first instinct was to tense up as I nearly dropped the bottle of Jack I had in my hand. Jeff had just won the US Championship title so I knew his excitement was through the roof. Matt however, wasn't as fortunate in his match and was more or less sulking from his loss.  

“Congrats Jeff!” I beamed as he finally let go of me from his bone-crushing embrace.  

“Come on, let’s get you a drink, it's time to celebrate!” He said, grinning ear to ear.  It always worried me when the boys were drinking, knowing their track record, so I had hoped to stay somewhat sober. That was, until I walked into the suite and noticed who was in attendance. When I saw AJ Styles chatting with one of the other guys, I immediately twisted the cap off the Jack Daniel’s bottle and took a swig. Jeff seemed to notice.

“Ah, shit, I forgot...” Jeff said, cringing. I smiled to him wearily and squeezed his shoulder gently.  

“You know, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“If he gets out of line, let me know,” Jeff said, giving me a nudge and a wink.

A few months earlier AJ and I had gone on a couple dates that went absolutely horribly. We had zero connection and when I told him it wasn’t going to work out, he flipped a lid, called me every name in the book, and caused quite the scene. He didn’t take rejection very well, apparently. I had done a pretty good job at avoiding him until this point since he had moved to RAW and Matt was on Smackdown. I took another swig from the bottle, returned Jeff’s wink with one of my own and made my way into the party.  

I mostly stayed to myself, hiding from AJ as much as possible, sipping from the bottle as often as my anxiety warranted. It didn’t take long for me to catch a strong buzz. Jeff checked in on me from time to time, stopping to share a swig of my Jack with me. Matt was avoiding me, I knew he was frustrated that my “distraction” in the match backfired and cost him the loss. I was about to make my way to him, to try to talk things out when the door to the suite opened. I nearly choked on my Jack as The Viper himself walked into the room. The man Matt lost the match to. They had been in a rivalry for a few months and my failed distraction was what let him retain his title. My heart sank with worry as I quickly looked to Matt. He stood up and stared at Randy, I was ready to bolt in between them if I had to, but to my surprise when he walked up to him he extended his hand for a handshake that turned into a bro-hug instead of taking a swing. I sighed in relief. After their gesture, Orton looked my way and gave me a wink. I wasn’t sure whether it was a no-hard-feelings kind of thing, or a this-isn't-over one.  

The party continued and I traded Jeff the bottle of Jack for a Rum and Coke in a solo cup. At this point I had forgotten my anxiety and was far from sober. That’s when AJ found the most opportune time to slide up next to me, slipping his arm around me.

“You know, sweetheart,” he said, “if Matt fires you over that whole thing, you know, when you tried to distract Randy but he gave Matt that RKO out of nowhere... You can always come manage me.”  

I gave a disgusted scoff and pushed away from him, turning so quickly that I ended up running straight into someone and spilling my drink all over the both of us.  

“Shit, I am SO sorr-” I froze and lost my words as I looked up to see The Viper standing in front of me, staring down at me.  

“I suppose I earned that one?” He said with a slight smirk. I hung my head with a sigh.

“Damnit. Come on, I’ll clean you up,” I said. Without a second thought in my inebriated state, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, Stumbling the whole way there. I locked the door behind us. I started the hot water in the sink. “I really am sorry about that,” I said. “Give me your shirt, I need to get that stain out.”

He shrugged and slid off his now stained t-shirt, handing it to me. He then gestured to me, my shirt also soaked, “what about you?”

I looked down, noticing how wet my shirt was. The smoothness of his voice washed over me and without a second thought, I untied the knot in the tee and slipped it off, revealing my red lace bra. I barely noticed Randy’s look of surprise at my action, knowing he didn’t think I’d actually strip out of my top in front of him.

“What?” I said, “it’s not much more revealing than half of my ring attire.”  

When I reached for his shirt, his strong hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him slowly, noticing his impeccable abs and chest. He truly was the embodiment of a Greek god. When my eyes found his intense gaze, he didn’t say anything. I was immediately mesmerized by him. The feeling of his touch sent a shock through me that I couldn’t explain. I had never been attracted to The Viper until that moment. He slowly pushed me against the countertop, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.  

“So, now, I have you all alone...” His words sent a shiver through me, his breath on my neck causing my heart to pound.  

Instinctively, I moaned with arousal. His hand grabbed the side of head firmly, tilting it up to look at him. I bit my lip, staring into his intense eyes. My hands found the rim of his jeans, gripping his belt and pulling him close against me. Our faces were only centimeters apart. The anticipation was killing me, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his lips crash onto mine, to feel his hands explore my body. 

“I want you,” I whispered seductively. “Take advantage of me.”  

He moaned now, I could feel the bulge of his pants against me. The tension was thick as he was about to kiss me. A knock at the door interrupted us.

“Hey, (Y/N),” came Jeff’s voice, filled with concern, “everything okay in there?”

Randy pulled away, his intense stare finding my pleasing eyes until he finally said, “... not like this.”

Just as quickly as everything had happened, he walked to the door and opened it. He slid past Jeff and exited the hotel suite, still shirtless.

Jeff looked into the bathroom; his eyes widened as he saw me. Quickly he entered the bathroom and closed the door. Before I could say anything, he was sliding out of his shirt and handing it to me. “You okay? What happened?”  

My head was spinning and my emotions hit me like a brick wall. I felt rejected, naïve, confused, but most of all, just drunk. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I lost my footing and slipped. Jeff was quick to catch me, I looked up at him, his eyes filled with sincerely and concern.  

“What did he do?” Despite his soft gaze, his voice was angry. He continued to hold me; his embrace tight.  

“Nothing,” I said, my voice cracking. “Nothing happened.” I was realizing my vulnerability and began to cry. Jeff continued to hold me, running his hands through my hair to console me.  

“Hey, it’s alright,” he said. “I’m here.”  

“Nobody wants me,” I mumbled into him. Clearly my mind was beyond a state of coherence. I had always been a low self-esteem kind of drunk.

“Oh, darlin,” Jeff whispered back, “don’t say that.”

“It’s true,” I pouted.

“(Y/N), I’d be willing to bet there’s not a man in that room out there who doesn't want you.”

I pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes, quietly asking “even you?”  

Jeff looked down with a sigh, kissing me gently on the forehead, “come on, let’s just get you back to your room so you can sleep this off.”

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