Classic Rock Imagines

Just a little place where fans of the Beatles, The Who, and other classic rock bands can come for pictures, videos and imagines. ✌🏻️ ~requests are open~

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Summary: Laetitia bullies Mick, basically.

Paring: Mick Jagger x Laetitia Harb (Inspired Female Character)

Word Count: 1051

Based on the lines from @mymiscfandomimagines  ‘s drabble list. Anon request #13: 

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

A/N: My bad habits took me from my word count limit of 500. Nevertheless, I had fun writing this. Laetitia Casta circa 1999 was my muse. I’ve been into her recently. Her name was used simply because it was “new” and “exotic.”

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creative album names

the doors: the doors

the velvet underground: the velvet underground

crosby, stills & nash: crosby, stills & nash

iron maiden: iron maiden

led zeppelin: led zeppelin

led zeppelin: led zeppelin II

led zeppelin: led zeppelin III

led zeppelin: led zeppelin IV

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Classic Rock Bands do Tumblr

The Beatles: Fandom blog, lots of food and walruses.

Pink Floyd: Posts are about conspiracies. Huge late night blogger

Queen: Fashion blog, many flamboyant suits around.

The Rolling Stones: Drug jokes, and how to smuggle drugs.

The Who: Science blogger, shows cool explosions.

The Doors: Two-sided. Deep and thoughtful during day, wildly inappropriate posts at night.

Led Zeppelin: Porn blog. Every tag is nsfw

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Since the Zeppelin bootleg from yesterday got such a good response here’s another. This is Page’s initial demo for what would become The Rain Song. Some very nice, relaxing solo acoustic work from JP.

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This is too beautiful not to reblog💓

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imagine John Entwistle is your long-time boyfriend, and during one beautiful day he gets down theatrically on one knee in front of you and reaches into his pocket for a box, but right as you think he’s about to propose, he scoops a small spider into the box. “Another for the collection,” he whispers as he stands again

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I can't stop laughing at this gem😂

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Imagine having a fairly usual conversation with Pete Townshend when he suddenly kisses you right on the mouth and says “sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that for the past ten minutes.”

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Literally had a dream about Pete that went exactly like this last night😂

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Wish You Were Here turns 41💫

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+ Happy birthday to the legendary Roger Waters!! Words honestly cannot describe how much you and your lyrics have changed me as a musician and a person. I can honestly say Pink Floyd is my number one favorite band and I definitely look up to you guys the most. Hope you have a fantastic 73rd birthday and keep rocking on🤘🏻

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I am not ashamed to admit I find Roger Waters wildly attractive, so I'm gonna post some smut about him. NSFWWW Imagine being a friend of Roger's and finally getting to go to one of Pink Floyd's concerts. The show had just ended and you wandered backstage to say hi to Rog. You saw a door open and he stepped out, a huge smile spread across his face as soon as he saw you. "(Y/n)," he said as he ran over to hug you, "I'm so glad you came!" "I'm glad too, the show was incredible," you said as you hugged him back. He pulled away and looked you over happily, "Well, here, you can come to my trailer, we don't have to stand out here," he said as he motioned for you to follow him. He led you into a huge trailer with a lovely couch in the middle of the room. "Sit down," he said as he went to go get drinks from the fridge in the corner. "This is amazing," you said as you looked around in awe of the beautiful room. "You like it?" He said as he handed you a drink at took a seat next to you. "I love it," you said before you took a sip of your drink. "Good," he said with a smirk as he watched you. He rested his arm on the back of the couch and his hand slightly brushed over your shoulder, "Oh, sorry," he said, blushing a bit as he did so. "No, it's okay," you said with a bit of a laugh as you met eyes with his, which you suddenly noticed how pretty they were. There was a silence between both of you in which you took note of the way his hair framed his face, the way his lips curved into a little smile as he looked over at you, admiring the way you blushed under his gaze. "I think you should know, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, (y/n)," he said softly as his fingers gently brushed your shoulder, lingering to feel the bare skin and draw little circles on it. "You too," you said absentmindedly as you watched his hand, but you were shaken out of your trance when he let out a laugh, "I mean- you look good." "Really?" He asked as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting at his as his eyes wandered over you. "Mhmm," you said with a small nod, making him smirk. He slowly let his hand fall down your arm to find your hand, watching his fingers find their way in between yours. You both watched in silence as you felt tension building between you both with each passing second. You felt your breath falter a bit as his fingers intertwined with yours, making excitement build in the pit of your stomach. "(Y/n)," he said, softly breaking the silence. "Yes?" You said as you looked back up at him. He sat up a bit and leaned closer to you, his eyes staying with yours, watching them carefully as he moved. He was only centimeters away from your face now and you could feel his breath on your lips, sending shivers up your spine. His eyes flickered to your lips with desire, as did yours. "Do you think- would it be alright if I-?" "If you what?" You whispered slowly as you lifted your head to just barely brush his lips with yours, answering his question with just that one move. He let out a quiet, but confident laugh before he closed the gap between the two of you. As soon as your lips met he tugged your hand, which was still in his, to pull you over to straddle him where he sat and you gladly did so. His hands landed on the sides of your arms and slowly slid down to your waist, making you let out a little moan at his touch. His lips moved passionately against yours and you matched his speed perfectly, making him smirk against you, impressed. You caught his bottom lip in between your teeth and gently tugged at it, making him softly moan as his grip tightened on your waist. "Should we stop?" He said in a husky voice, even though he continued kissing you even as he spoke. "No," you breathed as you reached to pull his shirt over his head, "please don't stop." He let out a moan as he lifted you up, his lips not leaving yours as he laid you back down on the couch and positioned himself over you as he helped you remove your shirt, his and your pants and anything else in his way. He took a moment to study you, while he caught his breath. You lay there completely exposed to him and him to you, gazing with a smile on your face as you reached up to pull him back down to you. His lips met yours again and his hands wandered downward over your bare skin, gently exploring each part of you eagerly. He found your sweet spot and smirked as he heard you let out a little gasp of pleasure at his touch. He took his time, teasing you with his fingers as his lips moved fast against yours. He repositioned and you felt him  at your entrance. He pulled away from your lips, out of breath and met you with wide eyes. "Do you really want this?" He asked quickly. You nodded and he entered you, making you gasp at the immense pleasure that washed over you in waves. "Oh God, Roger," you breathed as he moved against you, making your head spin with each thrust. He let his head fall next to yours and you tugged at his hair, making him moan in response. You felt your pleasure building inside of you with each move and you were soon going to lose control. You clutched him tighter as you felt all your tension release as you reached your climax with a moan. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt you tighten around him. His body tensed and he moaned before you felt him release inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, his head falling into the crook of your neck while he tried to catch his breath. You let out a laugh and draped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with a strand of his hair. He propped himself up and smiled at you. "That was fun," he said with a laugh. You giggled back as you brushed his long hair out of his face, "Agreed." His eyes happily wandered over your face and he reached his hand up to pet you, "You really are beautiful." "Oh stop," you said blushing. "I mean it," he said as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips before he rested his head on your bare chest. You both laid there as you pet his hair while he began to drift off to sleep in your arms. With his eyes closed, just before he drifted off he quietly whispered, "I think I love you, (y/n)." You smiled at his sleepy voice, "I love you too, Roger." A sleepy smile spread across his face as he happily replayed your words until he fell asleep there with you.

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60s/70s concert posters

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Which ones would you go see?

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person: Why do you love Pink Floyd so much?

me: I can't explain. You would not understand.

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Raise your hand if you love David Gilmour🖐 Here's an imagine I wrote awhile back for my Wattpad that I couldn't resist sharing💕 Imagine sitting at a bar after an incredibly long day. You played with the straw of your drink and let out a sigh. Life had simply become boring and you really couldn't see a cure in sight. "You look like you're having fun," a sarcastic voice said in a British accent. You looked next to you to see quite the man had taken a seat beside you. He gave you a funny little smile as you studied him. He had long, messy blonde hair with a pair of gorgeous eyes to match. You laughed to yourself a bit as you thought about how boring you thought life was. "What's so funny?" He asked, laughing along with you. "No, it's nothing. Just life, I suppose," you replied, blushing a bit as he spoke, he had a lovely voice. "Sounds like quite the comedy," he replied quickly. He was quite witty and you're we're loving every second of it. "It must be," you said back, "so what made you wander over here?" "Well," he started, sitting up a little taller in his seat, when he looked back at you he had a smirk painted on his face, "I simply couldn't ignore the damsel in distress sitting all lonely like at the bar." "Damsel in distress?" You repeated with a laugh. "That's you," he said, making you laugh, "what can I call you?" "Well preferably my name," you said, trying to match his wit. He let out a laugh, and gave you an impressed smile. "My names (y/n)," you said, holding out your hand to shake his. "David," he said back, "David Gilmour." "That sounds familiar," you said, mostly to yourself, but he shook his head. "Well, yeah, I didn't want to say anything, I was waiting for you to notice," he laughed, scratching the back of his head, and you could have sworn he was blushing a little too. "Notice..?" You said, a little confused. "Oh you still don't-?" He said, laughing a bit as he watched you tilt your head in confusion, "do you listen to Pink Floyd?" You pondered his question and then quite literally felt your heart stop. "Oh my gosh, wow, I am-you are? okay, that David Gilmour," you said, feeling your face turn red hot, "I am so sorry I didn't recognize you!" "No, no, no need to be sorry, it was quite nice actually," he said, subtly looking you up and down as he spoke, "you're different from most of the girls I meet, I like that a lot." You gave him a warm smile as you both silently enjoyed the moment. "Say," he started, "how would you like to do this again sometime?" "Like a date?" You asked with a smirk. "I wouldn't know what else to call it," he laughed and this time you definitely saw him blush, even though he came across so confident. "I think I'd like that a lot," you said softer now. He smiled and pulled out a piece of paper, asked the bartender for a pen and wrote down his number. He stood up from his seat and came close to you. He gently slid the piece of paper into your hand, letting his fingers linger on yours as he leaned in towards your ear. "See you soon," he whispered, leaving a kiss on your cheek and a silly smile on your face.

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Let’s see how big the army is.

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this gif probably doesn't go with this imagine, but Roger looks too beautiful in it not to post. here's an imagine for @thehuntchback 💕 Imagine going camping with Roger. It was winter and it was quite cold outside so you both sat on a log bundled up by a fire you had made. It was late and the sky was dark, painted by stars now. You leaned your head on his shoulder with a sigh and a smile while he looked down at and grinned as he slid his arm around your waist to pull you closer. You blushed as you snuggled up to him, watching the fire dance around in front you. Time alone for you and Roger was a rarity, so you wanted to cherish each moment of this trip. "I wish life could always be like this," you said as the thought of going home and him going away on tour again creeped into your mind, "just us with a pretty sky and nothing to do or worry about but breathe." You felt him shift so you lifted your head to look at him. He moved his hands to cup your face in them. He was silent as he observed you with admiration written all over his face. A smile pulled at his lips as he thought about what to say. "Love, if it were always like this, it would still never be good enough," he said, letting out a laugh as you wrinkled your brow in confusion, "for us to really appreciate this, we can't have it everyday. We have to miss each other, we have to live in boring, bland cities, and then we have to come out here and be amazed by all the things we can't have on a day to day basis. That's what makes this so wonderful." You looked over him and nodded your head, just wanting to listen to him speak more, just hear his voice and feel his hands on your skin. He smiled as he met your eyes which glimmered in the fire's light as you watched him. He kept his hands on your face as he leaned in and met your lips with his. You smiled against him and rested your hands over his where they cupped your face. His lips felt warm and smooth against yours, it was overwhelmingly comfortable. He smiled when you caught his lower lip between your teeth to nibble on it a bit. "Want to go to the tent?" He asked in between kisses with a smirk. You nodded and he stood up and lifted you up in his arms. You giggled as he carried you into the tent and quickly zipped it up. "Here," he said as he opened up his sleeping bag for you. "I have my own, you know," you said with a laugh. "Yeah, but you don't want me to be cold, do you?" He asked, giving you puppy dog eyes as he continued to hold it open for you. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you crawled into the sleeping bag with him. He wrapped his arms around you, making you feel warm and happy at his touch. "Now where were we?" He asked as he pressed his lips to yours again. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up with him and keeping each other cozy and warm through the night.

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Roger is so prettyyy. Here's a little imagine for @firth-of-fiftysecondstreet 💓 Imagine being on vacation with Roger and the boys. Instead of a beach vacation they had opted for a holiday in the mountains, which meant tons of snow. You rolled out of bed and stretched, glancing out the window to see the snow covered ground and smiled at it. You looked back over at the bed to see Roger was still snoring away. Quietly, you tiptoed over to him, leaning down next to his side of the bed. "Roger," you whispered as you reached up to pet his hair. His eyes slowly blinked open and he let out a little groan as he woke himself. "You're up early," he said in a sleepy voice as he sat up. You walked over to grab some clothes and a jacket to change into, "I'm anxious to get outside, I couldn't stay asleep," you said as you pulled a sweater over your head. He smiled as he watched you bundle up and he soon stood up to join you, "Let's get out there then, shall we?" The two of you walked outside, sharing a laugh about the many layers of clothing you wore as you walked over to a hill nearby. It wasn't too big of a climb so you both walked up to the top. "Wow," you breathed as you sat down and looked around. Everything was covered in white, fluffy snow, it was absolutely enchanting. A smile creeped across Rogers face as he snuck up behind to and gave you a push so you slid down the hill. "Hey!" You called as you slid to the bottom while Roger laughed at you. You quickly prepared a retaliation and grabbed some snow and patted it together to form a snowball. Roger slid down to meet you and before he could say anything you had thrown it right at him. He smirked as he wiped the snow off of him. "So that's how it's going to be," he said as he reached down to grab a snowball of his own, "then I suppose I have no choice." He threw it at you and hit you right in the shoulder. Soon it was an all out war, which you ultimately won. "Okay, okay I surrender," Roger laughed with his hands up as he backed away from you and the huge snowball you had managed to make. You playfully narrowed your eyes at him and dropped the snow, brushing your hands off as he walked towards you. "You're quite good at winning, aren't you?" "It's my greatest talent, yes," you laughed, "you can sing, I can throw snowballs." Roger shook his head with a smile as he pulled you into him, making you blush a bit under his gaze. "It's quite a talent," he teased. You let out a giggle as you looked up at him, his blue eyes studying you with great admiration. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips and hugged you tighter. You snuggled into his embrace which was warm and comfy. He smiled into the kiss before he pulled away to lean his forehead on yours. "What do you say we go warm up a bit inside?" You gave him a smirk as you nodded against his forehead, "That sounds like a fine idea." He quickly reached down and grabbed your hand with a smile before he ran back to the room with you.

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request for @thehuntchback, hope you like this little imagine! and remember to leave requests, it's a huge help🌚 Imagine being at a party with a friend and being extraordinarily shy. You sat quietly next to the group of people and sipped on your drink, completely unaware of the conversation that was occurring across the room. Roger stood next to Pete with wide eyes and a huge smile plastered to his face as he watched you silently observe the room full of people. "God, she is absolutely gorgeous," Roger said to himself. Pete set his drink down and followed Roger's gaze to you, "That one?" He said as he lifted his hand to point to you, his words slightly slurred as he had had quite a bit to drink. Roger nodded as he reached over to stop Pete from pointing, still keeping his eyes on you and still smiling like an idiot. "Yeah, yeah, that's (y/n), I've seen her around. Sweet girl, she's not usually one for parties though," Pete said. "Her names (y/n)?" Roger asked, barely even looking away to glance at Pete. Pete nodded in response as he took another chug of his drink. "Right," Roger said as he met your eyes and saw you smile, "well, wish me luck." He made his way over to you, his heart pounding nervously against his chest as he came closer. He felt butterflies swarm his stomach when you looked up to see him and gave him a warm smile. "Hello," he said, that bright smile of his gracing his face as he spoke, "I'm Roger." You let out a bit of a giggle as you held out your hand to shake his, "Hello, Roger, I'm (y/n)." "I know," he said, but quickly stuttering so he wouldn't so creepy, "I- well, I mean, I've heard about you." "That's funny, I didn't think you'd be the one saying you've heard of me, shouldn't it be the other way around?" "I suppose you've got a point," he said. There was a silence in which he studied you, your smile, your eyes and the way you held yourself. He couldn't help but admire you and before he could stop himself, he was telling you. "You're so beautiful," he said just loudly enough for you to hear him. Your eyes lit up as your face turned red in response. You shook your head and looked down to hide the shy smile that was spreading across your face. "Don't deny it," he said as he placed his hand under your chin to lift your gaze towards him, "I mean it, you really are." He held his hand there, keeping your eyes on him, enjoying the silence that you two had. He took his opportunity to lean in. You felt your heart start to race as he came closer to you, and just before you felt overwhelmed with nervousness you felt his lips touch your cheek. You smiled at the sweetness of it and as he pulled away you couldn't stop yourself from speaking. "I'd really love to see you again," you blurted out, "I mean, that is, well if you'd want to see me again." He gave you a warm smile, but tried to hide how excited he actually was, "I would really love that too," he said and then sat down next to you, "but if you don't mind, I don't think this party will be very much fun without you next to me, so I think I'll stay here." You lit up as he scooted his chair closer to you, "I wouldn't mind at all." And before you knew it he'd been next to you for a year, never failing to make you smile. It was the day of your anniversary and Roger had it all planned out. He woke you up with a cup of coffee and some flowers with a little note instructing you to pack a bag. "Roger, what's this?" You asked through a yawn. He gave you a sly smile as he packed a bag of his own, "Trust me?" You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, "Just this once," you teased. You hopped into the car a little while later, allowing Roger to take you on a little adventure. "Are you excited?" Roger asked with a big smile. You nodded, a little distracted as you tried to figure out where he was taking you, "Very, won't you tell me where we're going?" "What fun would that be?" He replied with a smirk. You let out a laugh and continued waiting patiently for the location to be revealed. A few hours had passed and the car finally came to a slow as he drove onto gravel road that led up a mountain path. "Oh my gosh," you said in awe as you studied your surroundings. There were mountains all around, green trees and flowers painting the ground around you. The view was breathtaking. "Just wait," he said excitedly as he continued to drive further up the mountain. He finally came to a stop and jumped out of the car to run around to your side to open the door for you. "Happy anniversary, (y/n)," he said as he showed you to a spot where he'd placed a little picnic blanket decorated with a bottle of wine, a basket filled with food, a vase with a rose and a view like no other. He proudly watched you smile and let out a laugh as you threw your arms around him. "Roger, I love you so much," you said into his shoulder as you hugged him tighter. He squeezed you back and whispered, "I love you more."