Roger Waters and David Gilmour playing table football (1972)
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@roger-waters-bitch
Roger Waters and David Gilmour playing table football (1972)
nerd that will beat up anyone who bothers me🥰🥰🥰🥰✨✨✨✨✨💕💕💕💕
the love of my life who would protect me if anyone tried anything 💗🥰🥰💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰💗💗💗
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Bathing Beauty
Author’s note - This is a story written by @nature-and-music involving David Gilmour and an adult female reader; David and you share a flat. In this story, you (female reader) have just arrived home after a long day of doing your errands. He arrived home early today after a recording session and offers to help out with the groceries. While you are grateful for his help, you can’t help but notice that he appears quite greasy. Perhaps he is in need of a bath, only on one condition that is.
Please keep in mind that this is a fictitious scenario and this story is written purely as nsfw, with a tiny bit of plot in there. If you are under the age of 18+, please click away and read no further.
Please let me know what you think and what can be improved. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story.
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hey leo!! i was wondering if you have some pink floyd docs/videos/... you can rec for someone who knows absolutely 0% about this band but would like to know a whole lot more (asking for a friend ofc)
omgggg ella 👀
To be fair... I never have any kind of direction I'm the absolute WORST, I just.. absorb content from everywhere and in the most chaotic way eizkeielzld
Like for 1D, I'm not a fan of documentaries because no one agrees on the story, but this one about the making of Wish You Were Here is nice (but super sad)
The "Syd era" is important! It's super short, 1 album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" but the mood is SO different from the rest. It's like their fEtUs era yk, they're just cute, singing about gnomes and bikes.
fetus interviews just because, they're super awk and not saying much but they're so shy??: x x
Cuteass mvs: Scarecrow // Arnold Layne // Arnold Layne (alternate version)
sm to say about these. These fairytale flowery artsy guys. It's just... so childish and poetic I have so many feelings watching their early work <3
rough timeline for all the drama
The big concept albums (ngl they're the most interesting part) chronologically: The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Animals, The Wall and The Final Cut.
I haven't seen it (yet) because I'm SCARED, but the movie "The Wall" is a great adaptation of the album !
The Live at Pompeii is a classic, vibes are immaculate (The atmosphere, Roger's gong, screamos, the dog singing <3)
The Pompeii interview is also a classic for some reason it just looks like a european independant film but
Roger Waters "snapping" at the audience, a milestone in his and the band's image (just pretty indicative of why I'm not a fan of Pink Floyd's docs like... did it deserve the media fuss? Because to this day fans are still talkin about it lol). Allegedly would've partly inspired The Wall.
I like Syd's solo career, very short lived with 2 albums: "The Madcap Laughs" and "Barrett". They're... peculiar.. but it's good to have his pov too. (it also shows that he was indeed still a human being who had things and feelings to express, not just. an empty shell)
And then it's a lot of digging oof trying to make sense of this shitload of emotional bagage lol but I hope you enjoy the music <3
Roger Waters Imagine
Smut warning for this chapter. It gets pretty NSFW but I hope you guys like it... I'm not very used to writing smut so idk if it's good🥺🥺💕
Summer is the most awaited moment for most people. You are no exception. It means no more lonely nights, no more recording sessions that go on and on and on for too many hours. It means being able to spend quality time, as you like to call it, with your boyfriend.
Roger gave you the honours of choosing how you two would spend your holidays. "I'll be happy as long as I'm with you," he had told you, much to your satisfaction. Tons of ideas swarmed around your head and you loved all of them.
In the end, you decided to spend your summer holidays in the beach. Call it simple but that was actually the best solution. If you two went to a rather isolated beach, there were less chances of Roger getting recognised and of your vacation being ruined.
Packing your suitcases and preparing your passports, you made your way to the airport on your way to the north of France.
You spent the two hours in the plane reading a book while Roger rested his head on your shoulder. You smiled and stroked his hair. His exhaustation was starting to unravel itself. He had basically functioned with caffeine and adrenaline up to that point. But as soon as his mind and body realised that he could finally relax, it was like a switch was turned off, making him fall asleep as soon as you took your seats.
As you were getting nearer to Paris, you woke him up with all the regret of your heart. Roger slowly opened his eyes and immediately closed them while groaning and nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck.
"Five more minutes..." he muttered with a sleepy voice.
"We're gonna land in a minute, Rog. C'mon, wake up." You kissed the top of his head.
Reluctantly, Roger lifted his head and while yawning, he turned to look towards the plane window. Suddenly, he called for your attention.
"Look! Is that the Eiffel Tower!?" You couldn't help but melt at his childlike excitement. He looked happy and carefree for once in his life.
Some hours later, you were sitting in a bus towards the region of Normandie. Both of you were tired from the long journey, and you still had three hours left until you reached the hotel.
Roger was eating some snacks that he had found deep in your backpack while you made sure that no one knew you had food inside the bus as it was strictly forbidden.
"That hotel has to be fucking amazing after this long ass trip. My legs are killing me," he said while munching on some crisps.
"I tried my best so you could have a good time," you muttered while looking away. The tiredness was getting to you too and you were starting to feel a little cranky. "I'm sorry if you're not happy."
Roger gave you a look and with a sigh, kissed you on the cheek while stroking your back in an attempt to relax you. "Now, my queen, I haven't said I wasn't happy. I appreciate everything you're doing for me on this trip, believe me."
You looked at him with a pout on your face that made him laugh. "You'd better appreciate it, you handsome idiot."
Three hours later, you were entering in your hotel room. It was a rather big suite with a window that showed the calm sea. Not like you could see it at the moment as it was already midnight and no light but the moon's illuminated the landscape.
Roger passed by your side without paying much attention to the outside view and leaving the suitcases on the floor, he flopped on the bed.
"Aren't you even gonna take off your shoes?" you laughed. A tired hum came from the brunet man which most probably meant that you were now in charge of making him ready for bed.
The next morning, you tried to sleep in as much as you wanted but at 12pm, you decided it was enough and along with Roger went to the beach besides the hotel.
The sand was thin and white, it looked like one of those beaches that appeared on movies and that were out of the paradise.
Roger had his hair on a ponytail and was wearing a black swimsuit. He helped you put the umbrella, the deck chairs and the towels.
"Let's go swim a bit, Rog!" you suggested.
He rolled his eyes but smiled at your excitement and let himself get dragged by you.
The water was the right temperature, not too cold and not too hot. Roger could feel all of his worries be swept away by the passing waves. He was there alone with you, and that was enough.
You laid on his chest while he swam backwards just enjoying the silence and peacefulness. You looked at him and grinned.
"Roger Waters is in his element, huh?"
"Ha ha, very funny, Y/N. I thought you could make better jokes than that." Roger splashed some water on your face, making you stick out your tongue at him.
"You're very handsome, y'know that?" You absmindedly stroked his jaw.
At that, Roger snorted. "Something I don't know?"
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him. "I really mean it, Roger. I know you're always rather harsh on yourself."
Roger stayed silent and you took the queue to grab his face to make him look at you. "I love your eyes, and your mouth, and your nose—. Don't you dare cover it. I love it as much as I love you because when I met you, I fell in love with all of you. No exceptions."
His expression abruptly softened and you could glimpse an insecure boy that just wanted to feel validated and loved. Without hesitation, you kissed Roger, smashing your lips together. You poured all of your love in it and he reciprocated, holding your waist. His hands lowered but you pulled away from the kiss. He whined at the lack of contact but you smiled at him.
"Not here, I don't wanna get cold. Let's go back."
You hadn't ever seen him move so fast as he did at that moment. He grabbed all your belongings and together you made your way to the hotel room.
As soon as you were inside, he ran to put the things in his arms on a suitable place, and he came back to you at light speed.
You didn't have time to even speak as he pinned you to the wall while kissing you passionately. His tongue tapped your lips so you would grant him access which you gladly did.
Your fingers tangled on his black locks while you deepened the kiss furthermore. Finally, you both pulled apart for a much needed breath. Roger didn't waste a second as he started trailing kisses on your neck, biting it to give you hickeys.
He tapped your leg, a sign that you understood. You lightly jumped and he grabbed you under your legs so you could wrap yourself around his waist. Roger kept nibbling your neck while making his way to the bed.
Both of you fell on the bed, Roger on top of you, his body pressed against you and his hands on the bed at both sides of your head.
He took off your swimsuit, leaving you there naked. His eyes were dark but full of affection and love. He looked at you like you were a goddess.
Noticing his growing erection pressing on your sweet spot, you lowered your hand grabbing it and giving it a little squeeze. The moan coming from Roger's mouth made goosebumps raise on your skin and smiling, you kept stroking it.
Eventually, Roger grabbed your wrist preventing you from going any further.
"I wanna come inside you, love," he panted.
Immediately, he lowered himself on you. He smirked as he noticed how damp you were.
"So wet and needy for me, hm?"
"You already know that, Rog." You were blushing like crazy. He looked so damn sexy.
Roger lined himself with your entrance and after making sure you really wanted it, he thrusted in. You moaned and arched your back while he grunted. He squeezed your hips to prevent you from moving in a way that would surely bruise the following day.
The act lasted for some minutes more until you were both panting and sweating from the effort. Roger laid by your side, looking at you with an expression that looked like he had discovered the love of his life all over again.
You both cuddled afterwards, Roger being the little spoon, which happened on extremely rare occasions. You stroked his back while he nuzzled on your chest.
"These are the best holidays ever, Y/N," he said.
You couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Glad you're enjoying them, you adorable idiot."
70′s Roger Waters Imagine
Reader x 70′s Roger Waters
Over View : Reader is backstage at a Pink Floyd concert waiting for Roger when a roadie starts flirting with her. When the concert is over Roger sees this and gets possessive.
Warnings : Swearing, Roadie gets a little touchy, Possessive Roger, Fluff
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Roger Waters looking soft for once
Roger Waters sketches🌊🤍🖤
Pink Floyd in January 1967.
Photos by Tony Gale
Roger Waters holding an acoustic guitar, which he plays in his beautiful acoustic ballad "Grantchester Meadows." - 1967
Photo by Andrew Whittuck
He uh probably drank a lot 😑