Partners in Rock and Roll Crime
(tag as ship and I'll break your kneecaps)
self love is buying yourself skid row merch ♡
I think these rock stars we are pining after so desperately need to join tumblr and receive their 59 year old DILF ego boost.
I know there's too many pictures with certain band members where you wished you had unseen it. Some of those pictures even haunt you from time to time.
i have been super busy w college hi guys
#956: MY ENEMY
Potentially triggering material ahead. RECORD STORE TALES #956: MY ENEMY It started in second grade, and for no reason that anyone knows. There was a kid in my class named Steve. My enemy. A born bully, he had his radar locked onto me the very first year we met. Because he was the classic bully, needing to project strength to the other kids, he sensed that I was the only one he could go…
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I will always find it funny when a band goes to a photoshoot and everyone in the photo just looks serious, ready to go home, or making a weird face there's no in between.
Have you admired Sebastian today?
just bas casually scaring people by accident
Saw Sebastian Bach last night and it was amazing. All I'll say is that I was in the front row and he turned the microphone to me during Youth Gone Wild and I almost had a fucking heart attack (also the opening band, Kaleido was fucking sick and yall gotta check them out)
Snake Sabo x Reader
A/N: totally not writing this out on my phone at almost midnight bc a random wave of anxiety hit me.
tags: @slavet0thegrind @slashscowboyboots @lost-in-the-80s @shelickedthebeater sorry if I missed tagging anyone it’s now almost 1 am and my brain cells aren’t awake
Pacing back and forth through the living room you kept counting down the minutes until your Snake would be home. Time ticking by antagonizingly slow as your eyes were glued to the clock.
“I’ll be home late, don’t wait up.” You could still hear your boyfriend’s words ringing in your head clearly. And as much as you wanted to crawl under the covers and fall asleep you couldn’t until you knew he made it home safe. You knew Snake would want you to be asleep and getting some rest, but you couldn’t fight off a pit of anxiety that rested in your chest until he walked through the front door.
You couldn’t even focus on your favorite movie because the voice in your head was shouting louder than the volume, so you paced. And paced. And paced. As cars drove by the apartment, as a train went down the tracks not far from your apartment complex, as a distant car alarm went off for four minutes and eight seconds on the dot; you paced.
You weren’t even sure what set your anxiety off tonight but it wasn’t going to let down until you were in his arms. And typically, two a.m. can creep up on you pretty quickly, well that is until you wanted it to. Rocking from your heels to your toes you sighed as you looked at the clock again.
Your eyelids were heavy, and the longer you stood, waiting for Snake to come home the more exhausted you felt. So resting on the sofa with a blanket pulled over you, you continued to watch the minutes slowly tick by. If someone would’ve asked you a year ago if you’d be waiting up late for your guitarist boyfriend to come home from a band meeting, you would’ve been confused.
You? Dating Dave ‘The Snake’ Sabo?
That’d be a dream come true.
And it is. He’s as goofy and sweet as you could’ve ever imagined. And now you’re waiting tiredly for his arrival. Not minding that he was out with the guys. Not minding that he’d be home later than usual, just knowing you’ll be happy when he arrives. Knowing the weight resting on your shoulders and the spiraling thoughts causing the pit anxiety to swell will be gone as soon as he’s home.
The sound of the front door being unlocked woke you from your half-asleep daze and you stood quickly, discarding the blanket as your boyfriend walked through the front door. “You’re home!” you smiled with a tired yawn before walking over to him and hugging him tight as he shut the door behind him. He smelled like a little bit of whiskey and cigarettes but it was soothing.
“You didn’t have to stay up for me, baby.” He smiled, hugging you just as tight.
“I know,” you shrugged with another yawn, “I can’t sleep without you though.”
“Awe, baby,” He rubbed your back gently, “Let’s get you to bed, huh? You can sleep in tomorrow morning and I’ll make you breakfast. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds wonderful,” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly, “I love you, Snake.”
“I love you too, honey.”
I think i have a new obsession and his name is Rachel Bolan
Watch "Skid Row - Sweet Little Sister" on YouTube
i swear it looks much better irl camera just ruining it