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firethatgrewsolow · 11 days

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New to me! Does anyone have any info on this pic? The mustache guy looks familiar …

#robert plant #led zeppelin #great shot #photo mystery

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Manchester, November 30, 1971

#robert plant #led zeppelin #in the fine year that was 1971

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Robert Plant having an orgasm on stage.

oh my oH MY GOD

#and again #robert plant #led zeppelin #never disappoints

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firethatgrewsolow · 11 days

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“That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

#always and a day #robert plant #led zeppelin

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Alright, blow my whistle if you can, while we take you to…

#gladly #robert plant #led zeppelin

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WOE! lem'n be upon ye

#this is perfect

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firethatgrewsolow · 16 days

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Hey! I feel bad and a bit of an annoyance asking but do you have any more chapters or scenes from the Branwen story you can post? I absolutely love that story. I keep rereading it wondering what’s going to happen. Would they be happy? Would they live long lives? Would she see her family again? Would they have kids? What drama would there be? I absolutely love that story.

Annoyance? Never an annoyance, friend! I’m beyond grateful that you like the story so much and that you took the time to ask about it! 💖 Unfortunately, if there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s not finishing what I’ve started ha. There is more to the tale. I’m in the process of collecting all my snippets and putting them together so that I can add what I’ve drafted thus far. I haven’t forgotten about my dear Branwen - I just take a million years to get my ducks in a row. I’m sorry! Thank you for reading and for your message. So, so kind! 💕💕💕

Oh, and the answer is yes to most of your questions. 😁

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firethatgrewsolow · 16 days

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ALL HAIL OUR LITTLE PERVY CORNER OF THE INTERNET!

Led Zeppelin - How Many More Times (Live at The Royal Albert Hall 1970) ...

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I'm sorry in advance- how the fuck people outside this fandom (i.e. my friends) don't see how special this band is?

This video is all the proof one needs.

It's mainly at times like this that I am gratefull for this little pervy corner of the internet

#robert plant #led zeppelin #hmmt #our fandom is better than yours #my happy place

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firethatgrewsolow · 21 days

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Dusty bookshops were my kryptonite, with their towers of tomes begging to tell me stories. Throw in some well worn Persian rugs, and I was about as close to heaven as I could get. This side of the ozone, anyway. I imagined traipsing down the aisles, running the tip of my finger along the endless spines, each one promising a heart-wrenching tale, breathtaking adventure, or deep dive into the finest patisseries in Paris. The backbone of society I'd determined, every vertebrae a newfound treasure. And I was held captive by the deliberation of which morsel I'd devour next. As it happened, said morsel devoured me, an unexpected, most delightful surprise. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First, introductions.

I'm nobody of note. In fact, if you saw me out at a cafe, and you just might have, your gaze would wash over me, maybe stopping for a beat, maybe not. Beauty evades me, but I’m not homely, either. Middle of the road, I'd say. I do the best with what I've got. Well, most of the time. I work at a flower shop in the mornings and a record shop in the evenings. I make enough to pay the bills but Iikely won't get rich, which is fine. I quite enjoy my life in its simplicity. I have a small apartment on a street that used to be fashionable and a cat named Peru. Not that I've been to Peru. It's just the first thing I thought of when I was bequeathed the beast by my ex as he was walking out the door. A parting gift, he'd said. The bastard. Truth be told, Peru wasn't actually the first thing I'd thought of, but those particular words would have been far from appropriate to name a cat. To be fair, she's not really a beast - she's very lovely, and I've even managed to quash most of the details of her origin. After all, it's not her fault. She was suckered just like me. But I digress. Back to the bookshop.

Arabella's Athenaeum. I never tired of chiding my friend for the lofty name. Doubly so because her name was actually Gwen. She was a dreamy type, always ensconced in flowing gauzy dresses, her long tousled waves falling across her shoulders and back with the perfect blend of Vogue and devil may care. I called it Harper's Blase. I'd say I was jealous (which I was), but her innate kindness and gracious nature seemed to remediate any bitterness one could have for someone so ... perfect. But nobody's really perfect, are they?

I tapped my pen on the little wooden desk beneath me. I’d been doodling designs for Gwen’s new letterhead in between grilling her about various things, including the name of the shop. I hadn’t noticed the damn thing was leaking all over my hand. Shit.

"I only named it that because it has a nice ring to it."

I smirked as she straightened the already tidy papers on the counter. Which was spotless, as always. I quelled the urge to drum my ink-stained fingers on it. "So you've said. But you've never told me who, exactly, Arabella is."

"Some mysteries are better left just that," Gwen replied with a wink.

I snickered. "It's bullshit. You made it up."

"I did not. It means something." She pursed her lips. "I just haven't quite figured it out yet."

"Right. An enigma, then." I rolled my eyes, fishing a tissue from my pocket. "Very mystical. Perhaps you'll reveal it on the third solstice before the second equinox after the-"

"Equinox."

The word rang out like a bullet, and I glanced at my friend, perplexed. She was as still as a statue, her brow creased. Christ, she could even make befuddlement look appealing. I began another ribbing but stopped short. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Gwen blinked, clasping the pendant around her neck. "No, it's just that someone mentioned that today. Equinox."

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not really well versed in planetary or seasonal ... whatever."

She shook her head, twirling the amethyst between her fingers. "No, no, no, it's a bookshop. They were talking about a bookshop that's opening down the way." She cleared her throat, her gossamer gaze sharpening. "Apparently it's all very hush hush. Quite secretive."

Now I was intrigued. "What's the story? Who's opening it? Are you worried about the competition?" I scolded myself for the question. Gwen never worried about anything. Still, she did seem a bit ... distracted.

Before she could answer, a trio of tinkles filled the air, usually the harbinger of customers and kindred spirits. Or the more than occasional admirer, of which Gwen had a boundless supply. But not today. Today what stood before us was nothing of the sort. A cool gust shimmied across my ankles as the door swung shut behind him, silencing the silvery bells.

"Good evening."

The words were gentle and reedy, somewhat at odds with the halo of blue black that shrouded his face. I nearly didn’t hear them. Had he said anything at all? My gaze swept to Gwen, who was mute and motionless, save for the repetitive ministrations on the amethyst around her throat. The spell was broken as he quietly crept closer.

“May I speak to the proprietor?”