#itsrobertplant

[wildlilithofthevalley]

itsrobertplant started following you

"O-oh my god, you're Robert Plant, I mean, Mr. Plant, it's a honor to meet you." Lilith smiled nervously as her tucked her hair behind her ear and looked up at the man who other's called the Golden God. She could feel her cheeks heating up and turning red as she had spent many a night listening to his voice to drain out the world.

[theelusivemissjames-blog]

|| On thursday I leave to go camping and then come back monday

during this time i'm going to be pretty disconnected though I'll probably be checking in 

Then on tuesday the following week(aug. 5) I'll be going to New York, where I'll be able to be on more often but only some nights so if I'm even slower than usual to getting to things for the next week and a half starting thursday that's why!!!

Though I'm going to try to get to everything I need to tonight and tomorrow so I can then focus on packing wednesday and then take the 6 hour drive up to St. Augustine(Florida) (which if anyone lives in that area let me know!!! We can perhaps meet up and you can join me on a kayaking adventure c:) (or if u live around inner city new york aka manhattan/brooklyn/newark, nj we can hang because swag rad andiwouldlovetomeetallofyoutbh) 

-tags the like 4 people i talk to or owe things to- ||

[theelusivemissjames-blog]

|| itsrobertplant oh my god, I'm laughing, I was reading your reply and the second I clicked the reblog button to write it Black Dog started playing oh my god the radio knooooows ||

[caribbeangroupie]

itsrobertplant replied to your post “[[MOR] i am listening to ultraviolence  this is when i ask myself...”

[ GOOD GOD ]

she's so frustrated with the seventies i s2g

[sunsetstripbaby]

For your Life | | X-MEN AU | |

1970

Morgana never left Robert's side since he found her and decided to raise her, she was a mutant just like him, since the first moment they met they felt the need to take care of each other just like brother and sister and it was like that ever since. Robert taught her that her abilities weren't a curse but more than something rather positive and he helped her to control them and train them, just like he did with the other students at the institute he founded for 'gifted youngsters', 

But Morgana was acting behind Robert's back, taking advantage of her shapeshifting and her super strength to set fellow mutants free from experiments and whenever he tried to get into her mind, she just wouldn't let him. Morgana knew what was coming for the mutants in the upcoming years and Robert knew about it, too, but he wasn't the one who would defend his people with violence. He knew Morgana was up to something, but he couldn't find out what exactly, and her not letting him in inside her mind would cause him terrible headaches. 

"I told you, Robert," She looked at him, narrowing her yellow eyes. "Stop trying to get inside my head." 

[theelusivemissjames-blog]

itsrobertplant replied to your post:// any time i listen to rory gallagher (especially...

[ omg you have no idea how much I love him I FEEL THIS SO HARD ]

// oh man, same hIS FACE AND HIS VOICE AND HIS EVERYTHING IS JUST????? ?? ? CAN U NOT RORY 

hes the kawaiiest and im prbably going to spend all night listening to his albums on spotify now rip me

[theelusivemissjames-blog]

// any time i listen to rory gallagher (especially just the smile and moonchild) i jut jaklffjlg 

what a sweet baby i want to smooch his face a lot //

[bandcopy]

cont. dagger ankle??

If I hadn't made it clear earlier, my destination was France. It was kind of a personal trip, but I would still find a way to study other people's psychology and He will find his way back to bother me again. I picked up my duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder. My notebook was still held in my hand with the pen being used as a bookmark.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pretty warm. I had a small breeze smack my face, making small parts of my hair blow out of place. As I looked around, I heard everyone around me speaking their own language that I knew very little of. In time, I would try to think of words to say, but the unceasing, nagging, grumbling sound coming from my stomach held me back from those thoughts. 

Immediately, I looked around the area and saw what looked like a cafe not too far from the station. The notebook that was once clenched in my hand was now being shoved into the free front pocket in my duffle bag as I quickly walked to the cafe. It wasn't as far as I had thought since I was crossing the street to the front doors in less than four minutes. 

On the front of the place had a flashy red LED sign that said in cursive, "Plant and Page." Something English in this place; nice. Inside, though, I wasn't too grand about. I'd have to speak some French and I pray that I don't offend. I took a free table that only had two chairs and set my duffle bag underneath before taking out my messy notebook again. "Que puis-je fair pour vous?" a waitress with curly, poofy hair came out. Thankfully, I understood that. 

"Uh," I mumbled, grabbing the small menu that was set on the table, "Un café et un croissant au chocolat," my French spiraled out from between my lips like I had spoken it frequently.

"Votre nom?"

"Link." Curly Hair gave me a quick smile and twirled around on her heels to go get what I ordered. I went back to the stance I had utilized earlier; my hand shielding my eyes from anyone trying to look at me and my head hanging down to stare at my notebook. Going headlong into writing, I had not expected Him until I felt and heard a small breath on the side of my neck. I tried my best to shield that area, but a slap made contact with the skin of my hand. Annoyingly, I removed my hand and returned it back to the place is was before, holding down my notebook paper. 

'She's here. Look. Look. Go to her. Let her kill you.' He wrote. 

My arms immediately shut the notebook closed. Not now. I tried taking in the cafe's surroundings. The walls were a dark maroon shade like a killer girl's lipstick and what was plastered on the walls were framed pictures of Robert Plant and Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin. Is that why they called it Plant and Page? It sounded like a cool cafe name and a good way to hang pictures of Robert and Jimmy? Owning up to their name, not bad. 

'Look at her!' He growled into my ear.

And what do you know. This is where Dagger Ankle ran off to. She must've done it right when the train stopped. Dagger Ankle's head hung like mine, but it was covering her food. Straightaway, my legs sprung up and hastily walked over to her table that had an empty seat. "Dagger Ankle," I spoke to her quietly, hoping not to startle her again. With her head snapping up quicker than I could look at her, she stared at me again, one cheek puffed up with food. Before I could speak out of my own mouth, He was already telling me what to say. 

"Look, please just be my friend," my hand was clasping onto hers tightly. I swear to God I wasn't trying to be aggressive, He was telling me to do it.