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𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑬, 𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝒀 & 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 : (60s groupie rp)

[canyongirls]

anamericanpoet​:

he liked the girls who didn’t scream when they realized it was him. the ones who stayed calm, acted like he was normal, knowing he really wasn’t. his smile grew a bit more, pushing off the brick and taking slow, careful steps towards the woman. he was silent for a moment as his blurred vision took her in as best he could. go-go boots. a plus. he liked those. his head cocked to the side ever so slightly and he chuckled. “with a side of sin,” he smirked. 

“think that’s something you can help me with?”

A glint of amusement twinkled in her hazel eyes as he drew closer. He was just as good-looking off stage as he was on, only smaller. More human. She was taller than him in her boots. “As long as you don’t tell my father,” she replied, playing right along with his continued jest. As if she had already been crossing a line, she looked at her cigarette, at him, took a final drag then stubbed it out into the brick-wall grit. Whatever 'a side of sin’ might entail in the eyes of a drunken rockstar, she was sure her family could count her out of Sunday church. 

[anamericanpoet]

@canyongirls​ liked for a thing!!!

jim wasn’t quite sure where the others had gone, all he knew was that it was hard to see in the darkened alley as he stumbled out from somewhere he couldn’t remember the name of. the earth seemed to shift sideways as the palm of his hand collided with the harsh, gritty brick of the wall outside the club and he shook his head.

as he looked up, someone was walking towards him. eyes squinted trying to make out more than the blur of a figure approaching. a smile (a practiced one that didn’t meet his eyes) appeared on his lips. “you here to save me tonight?” he said, words slurring from the alcohol and drugs in his system.

[canyongirls]

Usually, stumbling, bumbling creatures crawling out from the dark of an alleyway were a cause for a courteous smile and hostility on the draw. Very seldom were they, once under the lamp light, revealed as handsome, god-like in their beauty with a known voice of gold. She recognized it, him and recognition took over her body in a wave of chilly heat from head to toe. Her ride was supposed to have shown thirty minutes ago, her legs still in go-go boots from her shift at the Whiskey, her cigarette half done. She was about to start walking. Now she’d have to stay. Her friends were going to be so envious, they could kill her.

“Oh, well—that depends...” She said, returning the smile. “How do you take your salvation?” As if being saved was akin to making coffee.

[past-romantic]

Sharon Tate, 1969

[anamericanpoet]

there are things known…                     and there are things unknown,                                  and in between are 

                                                       the doors.

ind. mutually exclusive. ROLEPLAY BLOG for jim morrison of the doors. written by jimmie. 29+

[80scandles]

Sharon Tate (Cannes, 1968)

[roseydoux]

Blowup (1966)

[nuovefoglie]

Gillian Hills and Barbara Scott. A Clockwork Orange (1971, Stanley Kubrick).

[brownskinsugarplum76]

Robert amongst the mortals.

[killitbabe]

[updownsmilefrown]

Face painting in the park, San Francisco, 1960s

[canyongirls]

greyhoundgxrl​:

Madeline had been waiting for The Rolling Stones all month. She’d been in almost regular correspondence with them, even going so far as perfume her letters and signed them with little hearts. Now they were here and Madeline could see them in person again. You never forget your first, after all. She had made it to the Chateau Marmont, where she was known by several employees. She got herself into the bungalow where the band was staying. Soon she was in the arms of Keith Richards and then Mick Jagger. And then they ran out of alcohol. Madeline was young, eager to please, and not cynical yet. So she was the first to offer go and get some more. She hitched a ride down to the canyon with a fake ID and cash in hand. 

Madeline walked down the aisles, picking out a case of beer and a bottle of whiskey. She bought the high quality shit because Andrew Loog Odham had given her a lot of money to spend. Then the shop girl, a cute blonde that reminded Maddie of girls she went to school with, spoke up. “The Stones? Yeah, they’re over at the Chateau, I’m getting them drinks.”

“You’re getting them drinks—?” She repeated, as if repeating it out loud would ‘realit-ize’ her words. She pointed towards the girl’s pickings. “Those drinks?” She wasn’t thinking right. Suddenly, her tender, longing heart jolted awake as if rejuvenated, filled with a new hope. Maybe she really was in synchronicity with the universe. Maybe things really were happening.  “I can’t believe it. Could you—oh, how should I put this…” Polly cleared her note-pad off the counter, ready to mindlessly ring her through without asking for her identification (she often didn’t, only did when her boss was around). “I’ll tell you what, if you wouldn’t mind a little company,” she suggested, glancing over at the analog clock posted on the wall behind her before continuing on. “I could give you a ride back down there in five. You wouldn’t have to hitch or anything.” You never know if you don’t try; that was her philosophy. 

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Yep,” Madeline said, popping the p at the end of the word. She played it cool, or at least tried to. The proud smile threatening to grace her pretty face was about to betray her. And to prove it, she showed the other girl the VIP badge that she clipped to her strappy sandals. “These drinks right here!” She placed the drinks on the counter.

Although she had the fake ID ready, the other girl didn’t ask for identification. That was a perk of making yourself look older than you actually were. “I would love a ride! You know how to get to the Chateau Marmont, right? That’s where they’re hiding out.” It was better to get the ride with this girl rather than hitch a ride with some creeper.

[canyongirls]

A VIP badge! "Oh," she moaned, her knees going weak at the thought. She held onto the drinks as if to keep her balance behind the counter and also to feel what they'd be shortly feeling. Oh, Brian Jones...To think soon she could be breathing the same air as Brian Jones! She stood straight, rang her through, and distractedly told her her total.

"I absolutely know how to get there!" Though she had never been inside. "Here," she bagged the goods, cranked her head back to shout in the direction of the back room. "Charlene! Doll!" If Charlene would come out and take on her shift earlier, she could jet. She returned back to the girl across from her with a smile on her face. "What was your name, by the way? I'm Polly."

[her-vintage-world]

[hippiegalgroupie]

Starter call! Anyone 70s indie roleplayer who wants to reply can do so!

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Joni Mitchell from afar?" A male customer asked Dawn as he checked out his items at the cashier's counter. It was busy at Hippie Hal's clothing store in LA, especially for Dawn. She was the only one working today.

"That's a new one! No, no one's ever said that to me before. That's really far out! Your total today is $20." She said with a grin. The man reached into his pocket and handed her a 20 dollar bill. "Thanks, take care." She said as she put the money in the register as the man got his bag and left with a wave.

The wind chimes chimed as another customer entered the shop. "Hi there! Welcome to Hippie Hal's the best Hippie clothing shop in downtown LA. What can I do for ya?" She asked the new customer with a smile.

Dawn loved her job but she couldn't wait to get home and change so she could see Led Zeppelin that same night. It was always so much fun hanging out with them after the show and even more fun going to bed with them. Robert had recently called her up and told her that after Zep's next concert, she was all his... and she had no complaints.

Dawn smiled at the customer and gazed at them. "Find anything you'd like to purchase today?" She asked.

[canyongirls]

‘I deserve to treat myself,’ Polly thought, after having not actually shopped in a long while aside from inside the chaos of her youngest sister’s closet. She’d saved up a nice chunk of change from regularly working at the Canyon Country Store and dancing at the Whiskey on weekends. As for tonight, she was going to see if she could try and get into the Zeppelin show everyone had been ranting and raving about, and she wanted to look nice for it. Hippie Hal’s had everything. She considered herself more of a hippie these days, experimenting with drugs and drifting away from her more mod style and uptight ideals from the early sixties. “Oh, hi there,” she smiled at the girl at the counter, tucking a blonde strand behind her ear and adjusting the strap of her leather satchel over her shoulder. “You look like you know how to put an outfit together—I recently bought these real...almost emerald blue velvet bell-bottoms,” she gestured to her lower half, moderately animated in her speech, “and I need a top to go with it...I was thinking something lacy...” Hazel eyes scanned the merchandise on the walls and then returned to the girl. “Do you think you could help me out? I haven’t went out shopping in forever.” 

[hippiegalgroupie]

"Oh definitely! I can totally help. So, were you thinking of a lacy blouse? A tank top perhaps? We've got quite a few lace tops in stock so I think I can help you out. I think this black lace blouse would go best with the bell bottoms. Or this white lace tank top would be pretty groovy." Dawn suggested after walking from the counter and leading her to the tank tops and blouses.

"Are you a model? You've got the face of one." Dawn complimented with a smile as she rifled through the tops, trying to find some more lace tops for her. "I'm Dawn by the way. And you are?"

[canyongirls]

She followed the girl towards the tops, fingers touching the material of the aforementioned white lace top and humming a soft hum of contemplation. Meanwhile, she responded to the question which was actually quite a common one in Polly's books. Even so, it always made her smile. "Nope, not a model, just plain Polly...sometimes people ask if I'm related to Joni Mitchell—we have the same last name, you see. Aside from that, I don't find we look alike at all. I mean, she's beautiful but she—anyway, it gets all mixed up," she laughed warmly, giving her head a shake at her own silliness. She hadn't been in the store when the previous customer questioned the clerk if she was Joni Mitchell, which was entirely too ironic.

Polly liked to talk. If you had an ear that was open, she'd talk it right off. "My younger sister Mary has gotten into fashion design lately and I'll put on one of her designs every now and again. I guess that does make me a model, doesn't it? And you know what, I think I'll try both the white and the black tank top on, if that's alright. I need something fairly...breathable, you know?" She took both off the clothing rack before pausing, getting a better look at Dawn's face. "You know, Dawn, that name sounds awful familiar..." She recalls rumours of a Dawn hanging around Led Zeppelin, but she always assumed that Dawn was British. "You haven't danced at the Whiskey, have you?"

[gnarlijen]

[isgcd]

                                         ‘    first    gig,     you    weren’t    even    born        -        smashed    out    ‘the    wheels    on    the    bus’.    one    of    the    most       seminal       gigs    in    pop    history——         i  was    six    years    old  …   ‘                             /   @canyongirls​

[canyongirls]

“To tell you the truth, Murdoc, I’ve always found that song rather...repetitive and unoriginal...I won’t lie to you and tell you that I am terribly impressed,” she smiled a soft smile, one that was indicative that she was pulling his leg. “Could you do ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ as well?”

[plasticblisss]

Sharon Tate in Valley of the Dolls (1967)

[60s-rave-up-deactivated20160425]

Rainbow Eye Shadow!