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TJ: For Y’all shitting on his name
I’m actually pretty damn proud of Luke Mullen in his choosing of TJ’s name.
Jagger of course after Mick Jagger. Jagger was of course the lead singer for The Rolling Stones and an overall iconic rockstar. He was known for his gender non-conforming stage persona in the 70s. He experimented with Glam Rock fashion, and makeup, and had quite the extravagant stage-presence. Jagger is notoriously bisexual and has been with many men and women in his time, including Princess Margaret and David Bowie.
Thelonious is most likely after Thelonious Monk, a Black Pianist and a prominent jazz artist from Harlem. He was known for his fantastic improvisation skills and compositions. He was an active jazz artist for nearly 40 years and was in a quartet with John Coltrane. Monk was also a victim of Police Brutality like many Black men in America. In 1958, on his way to a gig, where he was pulled over by police officers. When he refused to answer their questions, he was beat unconscious with a club-like weapon known as a Blackjack. Monk also suffered from severe mental illness that was misdiagnosed several times, he was put on narcotics, lithium, and other hard medications to try to ‘fix him’. Monk died in 1982 to a stroke.
So I’m proud of Luke’s picks, having TJ named after a gender non-conforming bisexual rock star and a mentally ill strong black man.
It’s our lord and savior 😂
Mick Jagger fucked your grandma.
sh-boom magazine covers (1989-1990) the best of then... and now
He didn't have to do any of that
he is so GODDAMN sirius black coded you don’t understand.
sirius and remus would totally dress up as bowie and jagger for halloween
If only!! We can be a fly on the wall & able to see the Beatles recording w the strangest ways of recording ways for the Revolver album…😀👍like there were missing footages just like the Get Back movie where one can make these Revolver sessions into a movie… sigh…
Mick Jagger drops in on John Lennon during the Revolver sessions, 1966, by Robert Freeman
Harold Henry Hazard was born March 9, 1900 in Mobile, Alabama. Coming from a poor family Harold or Hap as he was more commonly known, worked nights as a school janitor while concentrating on his studies by day; Hazard's hard work would pay off as he soon received an appointment to the United States Naval Academy. Hazard would graduate with a degree in mechanical engineering and was commissioned as an Ensign in 1921, he was soon assigned to the U.S. Navy Civil Engineer Corps were he would be posted to various ships and bases over the course of next six years. Hazard grow tired of the military life and resigned his commission leaving the Navy at the rank Lieutenant, he soon took a marketing executive job with the Packard Motor Car Company in Detroit , Michigan.
Hazard would work for Packard from 1927-1931 before being laid off due to the Great Depression, He would work various odd jobs over the next five years before moving to the United Kingdom. In 1936 Hazard arrived in Canterbury, Kent with hopes of starting a new business selling used farm equipment called Hazard Supply & Engineering, the company would do well for three years turning a small profit until the outbreak of the second world war in 1939.
After Britain declared war against Nazi Germany Hazard joined the Canterbury Home Guard eager to fight the supposed coming invasion, Hazard built a wide variety weapons out of worn out farm equipment he could not sell. Many of his fellow Home Guard volunteers thought him mad but welcomed his ingenuity nonetheless, Hap was ahead of his time with several of his ideas such a Mini Smoke Machine and a Hand Held Rocket launcher. He was often seen at Home Guard meetings wearing his Makeshift Suit of Armor, Hap took great pride in his contribution to British defense. When the United States enter the War Hazard rejoined the U.S. Navy and served as an aide to the Commander of Naval Forces in Europe Admiral Harold Stark; Hazard was disappointed not to have a frontline assignment but was proud to wear a U.S. Navy Uniform once again. After the war Hazard was discharged with the rank of Captain, he returned to Canterbury were he continued to run his business until his death from stomach cancer in 1983.
After seeing several posts with the #Influenceindiechallenge which was started by the folks at NRGComics, I decided to throw my own hat into the preverbal ring with listing off influences for my original character Hap Hazard.
Hap's physical appearance without his armor is modeled off that of famous NASCAR driver Bill Elliott, as you can see they both have curly red hair, blue eyes and both possess a tall slim build; However that's were similarities the end as Elliott is more down to earth then Hazard and has much more soft spoken personality; Awesome Bill from Dawsonville holds several records in NASCAR too numerous to mention here.
Two historical figures from the actual time period who played a small role in helping me create his backstory were British military engineer Percy "Hobo" Hobart and American architect C. Howard Crane; Major General Sir Percy Hobart came up with several ideas for specialized tanks, dubbed 'Hobart's Funnies' the vehicles which proved to play a key role in the D-Day landings; Hobo and Hap both served in the Home Guard before returning to full time military service, but his story shares more parallels with fellow American C. Howard Crane; He was the architect who designed both the Fox Theatre and the Olympia Stadium in Detroit, Michigan, Crane's Career was sadly effected by the Great Depression and he moved to London, England to find work; During World War 2 Crane served in the 1st American Squadron of the Home Guard, a unit made up of several Americans who lived in Britain at the time; Hazard's key different is that he's younger then both Crane and Hobart, nevertheless both men inspired me to create the character.
The United States Navy Civil Engineering Corps plays a key role building and maintaining several of Naval Bases, since their formation in 1867 during the 1920s and 1930 they played a key role in the Navy's Airship program; it is possible that Hazard worked in the constitution of at least one these Airships during his time in the Navy from 1921-1927; During World War 2 Admiral Ben Moreell modernized the Civil Engineering Corps by forming the Naval Construction Battalions or Seabees these units were mobilized to deal with a variety engineering tasks often during heavy combat; Hap would have tried to get a command assignment to one of these units, He was passed over likely due to being the Engineering Advisor to Admiral Stark's staff.
Mick Jagger's portrayal of real life 1870s Australian Outlaw Ned Kelly in titular 1970 film, Jagger gives strong subtle performance in the role considering he's normally a singer rather then a full time actor; Ned like Hap created his own suit of armor out of used Farmer equipment, thought his goals were much less heroic then Hazard's were.
Two fictional characters also inspired the creation of Hap Hazard were Tony Stark and Angus MacGyver, Tony Stark or Iron Man created his own suit of armor to escape his captive in Vietnam during his first appearance Tales of Suspense #39; Iron Man's armor he wore in his first appearance was not the slick red gold look we know today but rather a grey bulky utilitarian no thrills design, it was this version that gave me the idea for Hazard's own suit of armor; MacGyver is the titular character of the American action television series, MacGyver is secret agent who is well known for his scientific abilities; MacGyver like Hazard often uses improvised gadgets to get him out of tricky situations.
Finally the setting I was largely Influenced by the hit British television series Dad's Army which told story of a fictional Home Guard unit, the series was set during the early days of World War 2 and was partially based on co creator Jimmy Perry experiences in the Home Guard; I also used the 1964 film The Americanization of Emily were James Gardner played an aide to American Admiral on the eve of the Normandy Landings, the film was loosely based off a novel written by William Bradford Huie who also served as an Naval Officer during World War 2.
Well that's story behind my latest creation I hope didn't bore y'all too much hearing about it, this was a lot of work to write down but it was also a lot of fun thanks for reading.
Sir Mick Jagger At The Oscars/97th Academy Awards - March 2, 2025
Happy 81st Birthday Sir Mick!! (26th July) Handsome As Ever!! 🥳😍
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** Photo Credits Go To Whoever Took Them. Collage Created And Edited By Me @ladyrosesblog **
Beatles and Rolling Stones fandoms maybe I am wrong but it seems to me as far as I can tell there are lot of speculations about the relationship between Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, they are known as the glimmer twins, confirmed by their ex girlfriends and strenghtened by an episode about Mick Jagger and David Bowie, is less but much less famous than mclennon (John Lennon and Paul McCartney). I am not a Rolling Stones fan, I like some songs but I don't particulary know their biographys, the exact history of the band, only the fact Mick Jegger is the classic old rocker who older he gets and younger women he dates...and drugs obviuosly the Rolling Stones lived the 60's fully. It's because they are controversial? You don't like something they did? Or because stereotypically the Beatles had a larger female fandom while the Rolling Stones a male one and a lot of women use media Tumblr, blogs, fanfiction's sites etc and men don't care or don't want face this kind of discussion?
1974 - Mick Jagger and Bebe Buell, visitors at the door of John Lennon and May Pang’s New York City apartment at 434 East 52nd Street. The sign above the door was an old street sign May saved when the city was changing signs from porcelain to aluminum.
Birthday surprise
…my twenty-first birthday…
After dinner, I was happy on sake, and Mick [Jagger] told me we were going to visit a friend. We hopped a cab to an apartment building on Sutton Place, an exclusive neighbourhood in the East Fifties, famous for housing, among other, Greta Garbo. When we got inside the building, the River House, which overlooks the East River, there was a man standing at the foot of the stairs, and he snapped a Polaroid of us. It wasn’t until he took the camera away from his face and said in an unmistakable Liverpudlian accent, “How are you mate? This must be the birthday girl” that I knew I was meeting John Lennon. Mick is always portrayed as the flamboyant, selfish womanizer, the perpetual devil, but he really is a sweet, caring man. As I followed him into the apartment John was sharing with Mai Pang, I was so moved, I was concentrating on not bursting into tears.
John was in his “lost eighteen months” period, and he seemed to be in great shape. He sang “Happy Birthday” to me on an acoustic guitar, followed by a bunch of other songs. It seemed to be that John was trying to escape from reality. I thought he was trying to have as much fun as he possibly could. (New York, 1974)
From “Rebel Heart: An American Rock ‘n’ Roll Journey,” by Bebe Buell with Victor Bockris (St. Martin’s Press, 2001)
Photo published in May Pang’s book, Instamatic Karma. Scan by Lynn Mayes.
*Please do not remove the credit or change the source.*
Linda and Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger and Bebe Buell, David Bowie and Ava Cherry arriving at John Lennon and May Pang’s.
(Order of people from left to right: Linda & Paul McCartney, Bebe Buell and Mick Jagger, Ava Cherry and David Bowie.)
“Someone’s knocking at the door…”
“We decided to find a permanent home in New York in May 1974. My cramped studio on East 89th was fine for a pit stop, but it wasn’t going to work for the long term. While John was working on Pussy Cats, Eddie Germane, general manager of Record Plant Studios, told us there was an apartment available in his building.
The address was 434 East 52nd Street. The apartment we looked at was called the Penthouse Tower B. When we opened the front door, we were greeted by a steep staircase that led up to a rooftop apartment.
[…]
We brought in a platform king-size bed and the largest-screen TV available in those days: a twenty-seven-inch Sony Trinitron. Our bed became “Lennon Central”- with the cable box, telephone, and sound system all within reach. John dreamed his hit song “#9 Dream” in this bed.”
– FROM MAY PANG’S INSTAMATIC KARMA (2008)
March 13, 1974 - May Pang,John Lennon, Harry Nilsson and Mick Jagger attend the Gala dinner for the American Film Institute tribute to James Cagney, Century Plaza Hotel, LA.
Mick Jagger accompanied by his girlfriend, singer-songwriter Marianne Faithfull, who was also up for cannabis possession after a raid on their Chelsea home the night before, to the Marlborough Street Magistrates Court in 1969.
DAMN MICK, here we have our new Mr. Ultimate Rizzler (I know it’s not that deep but still) I was bored and came to harass him but apparently he had other plans for me 😭(yeah I still use c.ai and I’m supposed to revise for my exams wtf am I doing.)
Mick Jagger x fem!reader
warnings:smut
words:596
It’s hot. Sickeningly so. The humid air renders your skin clammy, the thin material of your floral sundress practically glued the the dampness of your thighs. The feeling of mick’s warm breath on your neck doesn’t help you feel any cooler, either, but with his hands nestled between your legs, you find it hard to mind.
“Oh, God — you’re so lovely,” He murmurs, his lips wet on the slither of space behind your ear. He touches you expertly, his index and middle finger scissoring you open, his thumb rubbing firmly over your clit.
All you can do is whimper in response, your back arching up from the fabric of the backseats of the truck. Your breasts press up to his chest, nipples hard through your pretty little dress. One of your arms is wrapped around his broad back, keeping him held close, keeping his face nuzzled into your neck.
“mick.” You mewl, eyelashes wet with pleased tears. He’s so close, his hips flush with yours, the hardness of his erection pushing into your hipbone. The skirt of your outfit is around your waist, the fabric damp from the slickness trickling down from between your thighs
“I know, baby, I know.” Your boyfriend whispers, letting out his own, soft grunt. The sun beats down through the window, “I got you, I promise.” mick adds, peppering kisses down the column of your throat. His hips roll down against yours, his fingers not giving up their pace as he prods at your sensitive spot over and over and over. He thumbs over your throbbing clit, a pleased sound slipping past his lips as you grow slicker around him.
You moan, unashamed, eyes fluttering shut. Your nails dig into his shoulder through the material of his silk shirt. Your walls clench around his fingers, sucking him in, your tummy tight and desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck — please. Please, mick, please, please.”
His mouth moves from your neck, his arched nose rubbing over your jaw. His lips drag up your chin, then to the corner of your mouth, leaving trails of wet. When he finally kisses you, it’s messy, your lower face tainted with spit. Your teeth clash, noses bumping, micks’ tongue rubbing over yours.
It’s not long before he has you cumming around his fingers, the two digits rubbing right over your g-spot, the pad of his thumb tugging on your reddened clit. Your head tips back onto the seat as you finish, eyes shut, lips swollen and parted in a silent wail of joy.
mick withdrawals his fingers after a moment with a slick sound. He leans back onto his heels, his knees planted on on the seats, the backs of your thighs draped over the front of his. “Fuckin christ,” he murmurs, his eyes glued to your cunt.
He uses both thumbs to spread you apart, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Your hole twitches, wet and leaking, still fluttering in the aftermath of your orgasm. He chews on his bottom lip, the highs of his cheeks tinged pink from both the heat and the lust pouding through his veins.
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and the desire to clench your legs shut washes over you. He’s practically drooling, his thumbs keeping you spread, his brows furrowed as he stares down at your pussy. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then, in a short movement, he leans in closer, and spits.
You jerk at the sudden feeling, a little whimper leaving your lips. His salvia dribbles down over your raw clit, then down to your hole, all the while mick watches with his hungry gaze. “Your poor little pussy.” He whispers, his amber eyes flickering up the length of your body until they meet yours.
“Does it hurt?” He asks in a mutter, his eyes not leaving yours as he reaches down. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the metal clanking loudly throughout the small space of the backseats. Meanwhile, his other hand reaches for you once more, spreading his spit all over your bare sex.
You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “Doesn’t hurt, micky.” Your chest is heaving, brain still a little fuzzy from the orgasm, and the feeling of his fingers dragging over your slicked folds. You reach down to hitch your dress higher around your waist, the thin straps falling down the slopes of your shoulders ever so slightly.
“Good.” mick says, a smile cracking over his lips. He finishes undoing his belt and tosses it aside, and it lands with a clunk in the footwell. His big hands fumble to tug down his bell bottoms, and he leans in close once more.
“You’re lovely.” He tells you again, his voice soft.his breath warm on your mouth.
You giggle at the compliment, rolling your hips up towards him. You take in a sharp breath when you feel him bare and leaking against you. “You’re wonderful.” You reply softly, hands coming up to cradle either side of his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks .
And with that he’s pushing into you, slowly, and working you open. His cock wedges perfectly within you, your walls tight and warm and welcoming. he lets out a strained grunt, his head dropping down to rest in the space between your full breasts.
“O-oh, s- sh-hit, .” You whine, back arching. Your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the small of his back. Your body’s are both slick with perspiration, the windows of the truck fogged up from the heat within.
“fuck.” He says with a heavy breath. His hands come up to tug down the top of your summer dress, exposing your pretty tits. Without a moment of hesitation, his lips come down to wrap around a pink nipple. “Fuckin’ perfect, ” He mumbles against your warm skin, hips rocking against yours.
You moan once more, insides clenching tight around the length of him. he pulls out, almost all the way, before he’s slamming back into you, the roughness of his pubic hair rubbing over your sensitive skin.
While his mouth works on one nipple, his fingers play with the other, tugging and twisting. His thrusts within you are echoed by wet smacks, slickness coating the both of you and the backseat under the curve of your ass.
“Feels good.” You tell him, voice breaking as you take in a shaking breath. Your hands run down the length of his muscled back, pulling pathetically where his silk shirt is tucked into his bell bottoms.
“I know, honey. Can feel that tight cunt clenching around me.” mick mutters , letting out a sound that’s halfway between a chuckle and a low grunt. His lips move up from your puffy nipples to the column of your throat, littering your skin with wet, bruising love bites.
For a few minutes, you revel in each other’s bodies. mick’ hands travel all over the expanse of your body, his lips not far behind, his cock making brutal work of abusing your warm insides. A harmony of your soft moans and his grunts fill the truck, the whole thing rocking beneath you with the force of his thrusts.
After a while, you’re unsure if you can take it anymore. Soft sobs leave your swollen lips, your head tilted back, forehead and neck sticky with your sweat. You’re gasping for breaths, your used pussy tightening around him with each passing moment. “Fuck — I’m close.” You confess in a broken whisper, eyes glassy with tears.
mick let’s out a shuddering breath. His hand clenches by the side of your head, the tendons and veins beneath his skin flexing with the movement. His face comes up to meet yours once more, away from your breasts. “You can cum, pretty. I’m not gonna stop you.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.
With his cock deep within you, his mouth warm on yours, you orgasm once more. A soft cry leaves your lips, the sound vibrating through him. mick feels you tighten impossibly more, pussy spasming and milking him for all he’s worth.
mick curses, and for a second, you think he’s gonna finish inside you. Before you have chance to protest, he’s swiftly pulling out of you, his big hand flying to run over his reddened cock.
“Fuck, fuck — lemme finish on your tits.” He moans, tugging down your sundress to expose even more of your supple skin. He jerks himself off, eyes glued to your stretched out, sore, pussy, a chorus of grunts leaving his mouth.
“Please, cum. I want you to cum on me, mick, I need to see you —”
He doesn’t last any longer. With a high-pitched sound, that you’d describe as a whimper, he finishes, his eyes fluttering shut. The sun shining through the back window illuminates your skin perfectly, where warm, sticky ropes of semen coat your pretty breasts.
mick cracks his eyes open. Neither of you say anything, instead just catching your breath. After a moment, his fingers come down, swiping his cum over your tits. Without words, he’s saying ‘you’re all mine.’
A/N : This was major dookie