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spacebeginz · 3 days
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what is bro doing
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angelbambisworld · 2 days
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You always on that damn phone
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There’s just so much to talk about here.
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I don’t know where to start.
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vinniesasslicker1 · 3 days
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Sounds like vinnie was expecting a lot of tomatoes… Very beautiful man by the way
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rock-and-roll-hell · 2 days
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March 26, 1983
Creatures Of The Night Tour ⚡️
Irvine Meadows Amphitheater - Laguna Hills, California,
📸 Neal Zlozower
-First show with Mötley Crüe opening.
“During Saturday’s nights stop at Irvine Meadows of KIϟϟ’ 10th Anniversary Tour, it became apparent that history has come full circle. KIϟϟ was upstaged by it’s opening act, Mötley Crüe, an outrageous band that mixes the transsexual posing of the New York Dolls with a suggestion of Satanism and plenty of thundering heavy metal riffs. Although the energy and excitement Saturday night was with the rising stars, Mötley Crüe, KIϟϟ still proved it is a master of rock n roll extravaganza. Theater and entertainment have always been KIϟϟ’ strong suit. Unlike most rock acts in which the novelty effects wear off in the first five minutes, KIϟϟ managed to keep the thrills coming for the duration of the show. KIϟϟ’ 95 minute set featured a barrage of fog, smoke bombs, fireworks, flashing lights, cannon shots, and fire pots” (Santa Ana Orange County Register 03/28/83).
From another local review: "It's doubtful that anyone over the age of 10 has ever really cared about KISS's cartoonish, essentially juvenile approach to rock. Still, the group's performance Saturday at Irvine Meadows Amphitheatre (to open the facility's 1983 season) showed there's nobody who deals with gee-whiz pop any better than KISS. Putting on one of the most elaborate state productions since the days when money was no object in the music business, KISS had the entire stage decorated as an armored tank and turret. This left the audience (gulp) looking down the barrel of the tank's cannon. Throughout the 90-minute performance, the band employed a slew of special effects including (wow) fireworks, explosions and a quartet of industrial-size flame throwers... While KISS' jackhammer brand of heavy metal offers little of lasting value, the group delivers it with some degree of imagination, and believe it or not, a lack of pretentiousness. For all the outlandish costumes and exaggerated behavior, this is a group that doesn't take itself too seriously" (Los Angeles Times, 3/28/83)
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thestarchildtweets · 2 days
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2000-man1 · 3 days
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I honestly feel bad for Eric during this era since the Elder wasn’t the kind of music Eric expected to play during his time in Kiss.
Also Paul with a purple headband is hysterical but fuckable at the same time.
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spacefoxy · 15 hours
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tikii24 · 18 hours
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She’s such a star 💋🌟
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raedroid2004 · 2 days
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Just to let you know, me and a bunch of my fellow Kissblr mutuals are developing a large information post on the Rockerchick drama. To anyone I’m tagging, if you have any sort of information on rockerchick like photos, posts, etc, please dm me and I’ll compile them together. Please tag more people. We need as much information as possible
Tagging:
@ladyshandioftheendless @sluttery-withoutshame @2hotintheshade @sodo-mizerr @gh0stfl0ra @spacefoxy @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @elrohare @hhawii @criminallyoverrated @namelessbutters-doodles
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what bands first got y'all into rock and roll? And what rock song first got you obsessed with said band/artist?
Y'all know I'm curious 👁️👁️
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spacebeginz · 2 days
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my sexuality is what they are
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angelbambisworld · 3 days
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Pookie loves his sweets!
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thedriftingstarlet · 3 days
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doing Mclennon Kiss style
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spacedoutman · 3 days
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if you do requests, could write a one shot where Gene or Velvet put's a tired ridden and stressed out Paul to bed by either cleaning up the place, talking to him plus doing the things he didn't or putting him to bed by making love to him eventually soothing and destress him causing him to fall asleep in there arms, please?
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You have no idea how excited I was to get this~~<3
I hope you enjoy the fanfiction as much as I did writing it! Thank you so much for making a request!
⚜Kiss X Never too young to die ֶָ֢ ♥ Velvet von ragnar x Paul Stanley ֶָ֢ No warnings for this fic⚜
“How come I never see you without makeup?”
It took a lifetime of strength to choke the words from his throat. She turned around like it was a dance. A wide grin spread across her hot pink lips.. oh how bright they were. The darkness around them died. Paul took a long, deep breath. He clutched his elbow. Her piercing gaze sent his to the floor.
“Dear.” Velvet sauntered over, her blood red corset shining like silver in the moonlight. “No need to ask such questions.”
Her light, sugar-coated voice sent chills spiraling down his spine. He grasped his spinning head and smiled brightly. Her fingers slithered around his face. She lifted his chin. Her touch shot fireworks through his veins. His heart sparked. His eyes shot down and away quickly.
“Velvet-”
“It isn’t Velvet, sweetheart.” She said in a playfully mocking voice. Like he was a baby. Paul frowned. “It’s mistress.”
His lips pinched. How could she say that? Even her voice grated him a bit. “.. Why aren’t you around more often?” He backed up.
“We all have to work-”
“But you could at least give me a call.” He forced firmness into his voice. “.. Please?”
A wide grin curled across her lips. Her dull eyes stuck to his like a magnet. “Why, sure. Sweetie. I’ll give you a call.” She pat his shoulder. Her feathery jet coat swung behind her as she pranced into the darkness. Paul sat down. He hugged himself tightly.
“What are you doing?”
Click! Clack—”Paul.. where would you want this?” He couldn’t help but smile. His name. It finally rolled off her sweet tongue like the world’s most expensive champagne. He got up, rushing over.
“What?” He held her arm.
“Could you go switch on the light?”
Paul scurried over.
Click.
Paul grit his teeth. Knick-knacks, cords, open books and everything under the sun hung crammed in boxes. Open boxes. Stacked, open boxes. Paul sighed. The boulders on his shoulders doubled. He slouched.
It was better than leaving it out when she came—right?
“I’m sorry. Work.. it’s really been messing with my head-”
“Why would you need to apologize?” She asked, her eyebrows shooting up in a hint of surprise. “No problem.--No problem at all, dear.”
She wrapped her fingers delicately around.. something. “Is it alright?”
“Alright?” Paul blinked twice. “Pardon?”
“Alright if I clean up a bit?”
“.. Sure?”
Velvet sat down. Shuffling crowded Paul’s ears as he sat on the bed, throwing up his legs and taking a deep breath. His gaze hit the roof. Those weird spots in it.. the dark spots, blurred. He closed his eyes. Just having her around, just knowing she was there comforted him like a warm bed. Speaking of a bed—his eyes widened—this was the first time he’d seen her actually sitting somewhere else.
(He’d also seen her sit on chairs, of course.)
“What’s on your mind, darling?”
Paul’s eyes shot over. He drained the air from his lungs like letting loose a bird in a cage. He pieced his fingers together on his chest. “I just wish we could be a real couple.”
“A real couple? Oh.. like in the movies?”
Paul looked down at his feet. Everything behind was smothered by an ugly blur.
“Yeah.” He smiled halfheartedly, shrugging a little.
Velvet stood up. She chuckled her usual devious laugh. She made her way over. It was like the air even bowed in her presence. She sat daintily on the bed—Paul would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t thumping. She leaned close, cupping his face. He closed his eyes. His breaths quickened. His head lightened like he was skydiving.
“You’re perfect.” Her warm breaths tickled his ear lobe. “Absolutely perfect.”
She giggled. Her lips brushed against his cheek before they connected with his. It was like fitting the perfect puzzle pieces together, the last two in the set. He frowned at how quickly she pulled away.
“You want to be like a movie couple, don’t you?”
Paul’s eyes jolted open. He nodded, smiling.
“Then why don’t you crawl into my arms?”
Paul did what he was told quicker than a rabbit jumped. Cool silk hugged him as he cuddled into her chest. Her arms snaked around him. One hand caressed his jaw. He melted into her like butter, gently closing his eyes. Every worry he had soothed.
“You know, no matter what, I genuinely do love you.” Her tone was flamboyant as ever. Did she really mean it? Paul dusted the thought under the carpet.
“I love you.” The words jumped from his heart. “God.. I love you so much.--You’re perfect, we’re”
“Calm down. Shh..”
Paul’s heart slowed. His body loosened. Her chest rising and falling rocked him like a baby as she hummed softly. Paul couldn’t cuddle any more. A little smile ran across his lips. He swore she bent down at least once or twice, leaving little kisses on his head. Thank god his hair was black. His head spun at the thought of lipstick stains in his hair. (If that could even happen)
Whatever. That wasn’t for Paul to worry about.
Velvet knew the exact second Paul dozed off completely. Her grin melted. She knew it was dread. She held him a little tighter. Why did things have to go downhill so fast? Her vision smeared.
But they wouldn’t… as long as she could get to that dam tomorrow, right?
Oh well. Maybe he could do her makeup tomorrow.
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March 27, 1977
Spirit Temple - Kyoto, Japan
📸 Bob Gruen
“I was the official photographer on their tour of Japan. It was like KISSmania. The idea of their act has a lot of influence from the Japanese Kabuki in Japanese Theater. I felt like a general in the KISS Army when we were in Kyoto, the ancient capital of Japan. The first place KISS went to was a giant Buddha, which I didn’t know was a very sacred shine to the dead. I was in the cab and the bus with KISS was following the cab. I was showing the Polaroids to the cab driver and he would start driving and the bus would follow and we would go to that place. As we were coming up the hill to the shrine, I saw Mr. Udo {Tour Promoter} hustling down the hill. I didn’t know that he had tried to tell the monks who ran the place that we were coming. They objected strenuously. And rather than deal with a fight, he just kind of split. I didn’t have any idea what was up so we all just showed up and KISS started piling off the bus. I start telling them to get in front of the statue like it’s a state park or something. There was some kind of discussion going on in the corner with the Japanese talking to the translators. I said to the translators, "Just keep them busy for a few minutes.” I set the band up, we took a bunch of pictures. A bunch of kids ran over and got in the pictures. Then we figured out we were being thrown out and we left. So I showed the cab driver the next picture and everyone got back in the bus and followed the cab to the next shrine. All the people who had been at the shrine were so freaked out that KISS were there that they followed us the next place. So we had these huge crowds following us. By the time we left there and went to the third place, the Golden Pagoda, we had a huge line of thirty or forty cars following the KISS bus. So it was this giant parade through Kyoto. After the third place, it was such a big mob we had to beat it back to the hotel!“ - Bob Gruen
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