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longliverockback · 3 months

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Honeymoon Suite Alive 2024 Frontiers Music ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Alive 02. Find What You’re Looking for 03. Done Doin’ Me 04. Not Afraid to Fall 05. Tell Me What You Want 06. Give It All 07. Love Comes 08. Broken 09. Livin’ out Loud 10. Doesn’t Feel That Way 11. Love Changes Everything 12. New Girl Now —————————————————

Dave Betts

John Richard DeGiul “Johnnie Dee”

Derry Grehan

Gary Lalonde

Peter Nunn

* Long Live Rock Archive

#HoneymoonSuite #Honeymoon Suite #Dave Betts #Johnnie Dee #Derry Grehan #Gary Lalonde #Peter Nunn #Alive #LP #AOR #2024

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mitjalovse · 2 years

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Ted Templeman has a collection of interesting credits as we have already heard in all of our discussions of the musicians about his productions. Some of the players he collaborated with can be a great addition to your 80's period playlist. For instance, he helmed Honeymoon Suite's Racing After Midnight, which remains one of those platter a group makes, when the band becomes big. You know the type I'm talking about – everything seems to be in order, though you do notice they lack someone who would've told them to think about more thoroughly. Surprisingly, Honeymoon Suite's LP doesn't have a lot of the problems I mentioned, since they operate at their best selves. Sure, you can tell they take a couple of things too easy, though this gives the record a certain charm.

#honeymoon suite #racing after midnight #love changes everything #johnnie dee #dermot ''derry'' grehan #dave betts #gary lalonde #rob preuss #bobby lakind #ted templeman #80's music #rock

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moondirti · 1 month

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Your ghostsoap x preg!reader!!??? I'm in love I need more of this. You have more thoughts for that universe? I just fell in love with your writing.

Let me camp in this corner of your blog, I'm friendly and don't bite (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

they're all i've been able to think about all day. of course i have more to say <3 if you're curious, anon is referring to this, which should be read before this part.

tags: DARK FIC. manipulation. vehicle tampering. planned abduction. pregnant fem!reader. established ghostsoap – who are not the fathers but would definitely like to be. mentions of somnophilia

Delusional as they might be, it's hard to justify something as egregious as blunt-force kidnapping. Though it briefly occurs to Simon – to pluck you from the parking lot and drive off the hour after they decide to keep you – the logistics don't iron out. Of chief concern, you're six months pregnant. What they'd typically use for POW's thus become's inconsiderable for you; Johnny's the wiz, but even he knows the effects chloroform can have on a foetus. The alternative isn't any better, either – his partner just balks at the idea of tying you up and throwing you in the trunk. (She'll never git ower it, Si. Dae ye want her tae hate us?)

So, things unfold in a far subtler manner.

They go home that night they first meet you. Can't coordinate without resting on it, they rationalise, without scoping their place to assure it's suitable for their soon-to-be-mother. They tuck away the knives laying on random countertops, air out the quilts gifted to them by Johnny's ma in an attempt to make their room cozier. And when they sleep, they dream of you tucked in between them, knocked out, sex-drunk. Dressed in nothing but a shirt, cunt bared for either of them to toy with throughout the night.

Hours upon hours later, well into noon the next day, Simon wakes to find his boy rutting into his thigh, still somewhat comatose, and sneaks a rough hand into his boxers to tug the tension out of the poor thing. They only get up as the fissures of dusk begin to spread across the sky, loading their car with a toolbox and making the drive back to The Dahlia, staking out in the parking lot as they wait for you to arrive for your shift.

(Johnny had deployed the old charm as you brought out their food in two baggies last night, disguising the trap with a lilting laugh as he audibly wondered why you picked up such a late shift.

You’d only shrugged and said you preferred to work nights.)

Sure enough, you pull up in a beat-up Kia at 2200, fussing with your bag as you stumble to the back entrance of the roadhouse.

"Forgot to lock it." He mutters, following your form until it disappears from view. Johnny only frowns, tightening his fingers over his thumb. A little nervous tick.

"Should we be doin' this?"

"And what is this?" Simon turns to appraise the scotsman, larger hand enveloping his, calloused fingertips smoothing over scarred knuckles. "Y'think they'd be kinder to 'er? The type of scum we know grace this earth? It's a wonder she made i' this far, Johnny."

He isn't convinced.

"Look a' me." Blue eyes widen to meet his, dark as their owner battles intuitions that have always been straighter than the Ghosts'. "Wanna give 'er a good life, yeah?"

"Aye. The best."

"Would she be so convinced?" But he knows the answer. They both saw the way you withdrew after being hit on, losing the effusiveness you initially greeted them with. Avoidant. Classic case of hyper-competency, perhaps the very reason you put up with such shitty circumstances to begin with. A stubborn knot they'll have to undo themselves.

And Johnny likes the challenge.

"Lass's got something tae prove." Moments pass in silence. Then: "Ah’ll get th' wire."

"Atta' boy."

They only enter the establishment an hour before the end of your shift. It’s 0600 and space is sleepy. At a point that had escaped their notice, someone had made the choice to shut the overhead fluorescents, and so all that functions to illuminate the dinette is the pale dawn outside. Johnny finds he prefers it like this, grumbling a tired endorsement, before branching off in search of the bathroom, hand rubbing the sore column of his throat.

The softening mass in his pants jumps once Simon catches sight of you, balancing two trays in one hand as you wipe down the serving hatch. He doesn’t need to say anything. You catch the dark blur of him in the corner of your eye, shuffling into a booth, where he occupies an entire side with the mere spread of his legs.

“Hello again. Just you today?” You’re twirling your pen, cradling your belly, and he notes the perpetual shadow cast under your eyes. Poor pet.

He shakes his head, then cocks it toward the loo. “Think he’ll have a go at the toastie today.”

“Good choice. Hard to fuck up.” You give him a tired smile. “And for you?”

“M’good.”

“You sure? Look like you’ve been on the road again, and-" You pause, the water of your eyes rippling as you appraise his mask. Something seems to click just then, because you nod and tuck your notepad away. “I’ll ask again at the end. Maybe you’ll want something to-go.”

In the end, they do take something to go.

Not as greasy as the toastie Johnny spends the hour tearing into, glossing the pads of his fingers with oil. Nor as sour as the coffee he sipped on last night, burnt and way past freshness, just like you’d warned them about. But a much, much sweeter keepsake. Something that’ll sate them for much longer.

You’ve already clocked out once they leave The Dahlia, faces grim but as innocent as they can possibly muster. Sure enough, you’re out standing by your car, wiping tears with the back of your hand. They’re close enough that they can catch snippets of your conversation on the phone (No, I don’t– and It is old but never–).

They wait until you grow desperate, hiccuping – Don’t have that kind of money. Please – before intervening.

“Hey. What’s the matter, hen?” Johnny approaches first, concern no faux thing, smoothing a hand down your arm. What Simon said earlier comes back around (Wanna give 'er a good life?) and his chest tightens at the sheer despair he sees etched across your face. You shouldn’t be this stressed about anything this far along, should have someone taking care of you.

He, they, can be that for you. Could give you everything you ask for and more.

“M-my car. I-I don’t– I don’t know what’s wr-wrong with it, and–”

“Shhh, issalright. Not starting, eh?”

“No. And I have to- to get home before… before–”

Simon steps in, crowding you against the side of your car. You don’t have it in you to look for the red flags; the glances they throw one another, the subtle crinkle in the masked one’s eyes as he smiles. No, you don’t– can’t consider it dangerous. Not when these two wonderfully kind men, who tipped you 100% of their bill both times they came in, are one of your only means of getting help.

“Where do you live? We’ll drive ya if it’s on our way.” A lie. They’ll drive you regardless, and you won’t be taken home.

“Oh- no. That’s okay, really. I’ll just a-ask my boss if I can get a sub on my pay, and–”

Johnny smooths a finger across your cheek.

“Nonsense, hen. It’ll be a skoosh.”

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#༄dee answers #ive got a massive headache this is probably the worst thing ive ever written #simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader x Johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghostsoap #ghoap #x reader #ghost #soap #cod #call of duty #simon riley #john mactavish #x female reader

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rapid-artwork · 2 months

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Been working on a secret project, and I needed to channel the "cartoon network style"

So here are some of the crayon studies I did picking apart some nostalgic characters designs.

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nightisthenotion · 5 months

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Ramones photographed by Uwe Möntmann at Max's Kansas City, 1976

#ramones #the ramones #joey ramone #johnny ramone #dee dee ramone #tommy ramone #punk rock #punk #classic punk #70s punk #70s #1970s #1976 #70s photography #black and white photography #uwe möntmann #rock #classic rock #70s rock

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months

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Ramones outside CBGB, NYC, 1975.

📷 Bob Gruen

#Ramones #Bob Gruen #cbgb #punk 77 #punk rock #joey ramone #johnny ramone #dee dee ramone #tommy ramone #USA #b&w photography #photo #70's #70s #1975

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legendarytragedynacho · 9 months

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Ramones, Toronto, 1977

#ramones #dee deee ramone #joey ramone #johnny ramone #music #musician #musica #rock #rock music #punk rock #punk #classic punk

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sometimes-they-come-back-237 · 15 days

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nik-nefarious · 7 months

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This is the coolest, most original, badass Halloween display I've ever seen.

🤘🏻🎃❤️

R.I.Punk:

Johnny Ramone Joey Ramone Dee Dee Ramone Tommy Ramone. My dysfunctional teenage heroes.

📸 IG: @GretelGammache

#johnny ramone #dee dee ramone #joey ramone #tommy ramone #ramones #new york punk #nyc punk #punk #punk rock #first wave punk #halloween #happy halloween #halloween 2023 #October #october 2023 #autumn #🍂

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longliverockback · 6 years

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Honeymoon Suite Racing after Midight 1988 Warner Brothers ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Lookin’ out for Number One 02. Long Way Back 03. Cold Look 04. Love Fever 05. Other Side of Midnight 06. Love Changes Everything 07. It’s over Now 08. Fast Company 09. Tears on the Page 10. Lethal Weapon —————————————————

Dave Betts

John Richard DeGiul “Johnnie Dee”

Derry Grehan

Bobby LaKind

Gary Lalonde

Rob Preuss

Ted Templeman

* Long Live Rock Archive

#HoneymoonSuite #Honeymoon Suite #Dave Betts #Johnnie Dee #Derry Grehan #Bobby LaKind #Gary Lalonde #Rob Preuss #Ted Templeman #Racing after Midight #LP #AOR #1988

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dennisboobs · 10 months

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to be completely honest, I don't want macdennis in this finale at all. i want den's plot to stay his own. i want the gang to understand just how much they rely on dennis, and how the pressure is finally wearing him down. dennis' inability to escape these high expectations from all of them. of the responsibility that he hates so much. this has been a part of his plotlines for years, and now he can't even take a day trip to the beach without the gang calling him for dumb shit. he's expected to be there to help the gang whenever they need him, but will they be there to help him?

#i know everyone was going insane about frank vs russia for the macden shit but like. have y'all seen the seeds planted in that ep.#mac needs dennis to help with his relationship troubles #charlie needs dennis to help find the restaurant buzzer #dee needs dennis to get her phone back #and he just wants to be left alone #thats why he created johnny. he just wants to relax and have time to himself #and you look back at chokes.#he can't rely on anyone. he wants them to *actually* be there for him when he's sick or in danger #and then you look back at dee gives birth...#like its. a constant #the gang doesnt see him as needing their help. he's dennis.#he's got no feelings. he's fine on his own. he pushes them away because he's afraid of showing weakness but he wants them to care #ada speaks #i dont think its a coincidence that i can already tie things to misses the boat #responsibility. responsibility. responsibility.#thrust into the position of caregiver.#sunny sweet 16 #iasip

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moondirti · 1 month

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pregnant diner waitress reader just has a dirtbag babydaddy, calling her and screaming the whole over the car and her being late.

honestly i hadn’t planned to have her baby daddy in the picture at all but the angst potential here… too tempting to pass up

PART 1 • PART 2

tags: simon x reader x johnny. darkfic. dirtbags. verbal abuse (not by ghost or soap). pregnant fem!reader who still hasn’t realised she’s being actively abducted.

It takes a bit to convince you to let them drive you home.

Your resistance is met with a paradoxical reaction by both men. On the one hand, there’s a warm comfort at the knowledge that you aren’t so easy to take advantage of. Even in your distraught state, you push back against every solution they propose. It is quite a detour, I’d hate to inconvenience you or I’m sure I can get a friend to come out instead. You’re wary, though your exhaustion sways you to assume the best of them, which means that you aren’t quite at the point of flat out refusal.

Otherwise, they – Simon, in particular – simmer in frustration. Red wine in a saucepan, reduced to a stronger version of itself over flame. Bitter. Strong. More insistent: cannae rest easy tonicht knowing we left an expecting hen tae fend fur herself. They poke at the knot until they find a loosening, tugging, tugging, then abandoning it once a more promising end appears.

Eventually, their combined efforts (though most of the credit can be attributed to the sincere, puppy dog look Johnny sports at all times. Hard to resist, even for Simon) dismantle your willpower. You duck your head in a modest thank you and shuffle behind them, seating yourself firmly behind the drivers seat even though you’re offered shotgun, hugging your bag over your belly.

“Do you need me to type in the address on google maps or something?” You say after they pull out of the parking lot.

“Y’were on about Adderford.” Simon meets your wide eyes in the rearview.

“Yeah.”

“Reckon I know the road.”

Simon does know the way, and so does Johnny. Adderford, off of exit A36. Near a polluted lake that was the victim of an attempt to turn the town into an industrial hub. Nothing to show for that, of course – all it has to offer now is a poor quality of life for all those who weren’t fortunate enough to get out.

Yeah. They know the way, and their confidence must set a precedent for the trip. Your anxious fidgeting stops after 10 minutes of driving, and you’re smiling at the nonsensical story coming from the passengers seat a mere 5 minutes later. In the meanwhile, your rationalisation is visible. Simon watches your gaze flicker back and forth between them, then around the car that must feel luxurious next to yours. If they wanted to do something bad to you, then they would’ve already done so. Besides, what kind of delinquents drive a wrangler?

30 minutes in, you’re fast asleep.

They really couldn’t have asked for a better turn of events.

They come up on exit A36 and stick to the middle lane, passing the little sign that points to Adderford being a couple miles out. Past the point of no return, beelining towards the secluded house they’ve made your new home, and you can be none the wiser. Johnny can’t believe their luck, babbling in a hushed voice about how nice it’ll when you to wake up in their bed.

The fantasy loses its grip when your phone rings, blaring from deep within your bag. Panic ripples across your face, jolting you from your sleep as you scramble for the device. The series of events unfolds in far too familiar a way for one of them. Simon – a buried torment wringing around his guts as he listens in.

“H-Hello? Shit. What–” You’re breathless, stuttering. Back to that scared little thing they found by her car, crying. “Please- please calm down.”

And though you try to keep your voice low, they leech on to every word you say. Someone on the other line yells, indistinct insults punching through the mic and landing. You wilt, tucking your lip underneath two teeth, waiting the anger out.

(Tommy donned the same expression those nights when things got bad. Simon remembers hugging him against his chest so he wouldn’t have to face the misery his brother’s countenance wrought.)

“You shouldn’t- I’m sorry, but I thought I c-changed the locks. You’re not allowed to be in… not in my apartment.” More yelling. Soap twists a fist, concoting a hundred different ways he can track whoever it is down. Make them pay for their abuse with their own tongue down their throat. “It’s none of your business- you left…”

“Easy.” Simon whispers to his partner.

“Si.”

“I know, boy.” Perhaps all too well. It gets harder to keep a firm steer over the wheel.

“Don’t accuse me of– my fucking car broke down! You shouldn’t even– fuck! Hello? Hello?” A low scream tears from your throat, prelude to the aggressive shoving of your phone down into back your bag. Trembling fingers press down over your eyes, rubbing until your tears soak into your skin. Ridding of the evidence to your dismay. You suck in large gulps of air, holding them in your chest until it aches, then gasp out equally hefty exhales.

No one speaks for a while. Then–

“I don’t think I should go home right now.”

Too broken for them to feel anything but overwhelming pity. Johnny clicks his tongue, looking over his shoulder so you can latch on to the sincerity that seems to calms you so.

“O’course. Whatever ye need, lass.”

Your frown softens “There’s a motel–”

“Next one’s farther ou’ than our place is. Can’t take you there and back m’fraid.” Simon interjects. Like a record scratch, or sandpaper on an already raw moment. It must make him an awful man to use your earlier propriety against you, but conviction has superseded his desire to act decently.

Sure enough, you visibly blanch, shaking your head and stumbling over your words.

“No! No, of course not. Of course- that was so silly of me to ask. You can, I mean… you can drop me off anywhere, really. I’ll sort t-things out for myself.”

“Not what I meant, pet.”

You don’t catch on. He doesn’t repeat.

Johnny bridges the gap.

“We’ve got a spare bedroom.”

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#why do i keep writing these while sleep deprived #i’ll edit tomorrow cba rn ngl #༄dee answers #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader x johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #ghostsoap #ghoap #x reader #x female reader #simon riley #John mactavish #ghost #soap #cod #call of duty

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groupiechick · 7 months

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i think about this daily

#the ramones #ramones #joey ramone #johnny ramone #dee dee ramone #marky ramone

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pazzesco · 10 months

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Blitzkrieg Bop

Beat on the Brat

Judy Is A Punk

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

Chain Saw

Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue

I Don’t Wanna Go Down To The Basement

Loudmouth

Havana Affair

Listen To My Heart

53rd & 3rd

Let’s Dance

I Don’t Wanna Walk Around With You

Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World

Glad To See You Go

Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment

Oh Oh I Love Her So

Carbona Not Glue

Suzy Is A Headbanger

Pinhead

Now I Wanna Be A Good Boy

California Sun

Commando

You’re Gonna Kill That Girl

Cretin Hop

Rockaway Beach

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Locket Love

I Don’t Care

I Wanna Be Well

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker

We’re a Happy Family

Teenage Lobotomy

Do You Wanna Dance?

I Can’t Give You Anything

Ramona

Surfin' Bird

Why Is It Always This Way?

We’re a Happy Family

I Just Want to Have Something to Do

Don’t Come Close

I Don’t Want You

Needles & Pins

I’m Against It

I Wanna Be Sedated

Go Mental

Questioningly

She’s the One

I Want You Around

Bad Brain

It’s a Long Way Back

Come Back, She Cried

Do You Remember Rock ‘N’ Roll Radio?

I'm Affected

Danny Says

Chinese Rock

The Return of Jackie and Judy

Let’s Go

Baby , I Love You

I Can’t Make It On Time

This Ain’t Havana

Rock ‘n Roll High School

I Can’t Make It On Time

We Want The Airwaves

The KKK Took My Baby Away

Psycho Therapy

My My Kind Of Girl

Time Has Come Today

Mama's Boy

Daytime Dilemma (Dangers of Love)

Somebody Put Something in My Drink

My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down

Go Lil’ Camaro Go

Pet Sematary

Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight)

Take It As It Comes

Out of Time

Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Howling At The Moon (Sha-La-La)

Something To Believe In

Life’s a Gas

Have A Nice Day

I Don’t Want to Grow Up

R.A.M.O.N.E.S.

Make Me Tremble -Joey Solo

Maria Bartiromo -Joey Solo

What A Wonderful World -Joey Solo

Rockaway Beach/Teenage Lobotomy _It's Alive

Blitzkrieg Bop _It's Alive

You're Gonna Kill That Girl _It's Alive

Sheena is a Punk Rocker _It's Alive

Havana Affair/Commando _It's Alive

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow _It's Alive

Judy Is A Punk _It's Alive

Suzy Is a Headbanger _It's Alive

Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue _It's Alive

Cretin Hop --Palladium '78

Zuzi We Łbie Hula - Polish Cover of "Suzy"

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#jukebox #ramones jukebox #ramones #the ramones #johnny ramone #joey ramone #dee dee ramone #marky ramone #tommy ramone #debbie harry #leave home #rocket to russia #road to ruin #end of the century #it's alive

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nightisthenotion · 7 months

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The Ramones in New York City, 1975

📸 Bob Gruen

#the ramones #ramones #joey ramone #johnny ramone #dee dee ramone #tommy ramone #punk rock #punk #classic punk #rock #70s rock #70s punk #70s #1970s #70s fashion #seventies #bob gruen

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helloforgottenlibrary · 5 months

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#ramones #rock #dee dee ramone #johnny ramone #joey ramone #tommy ramone #punk rock #punk #music

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